Morning Arousal (Masturbation) (FM) (rape) (bareback) (primal) (edging?)

I woke up lonely in my big, soft, empty bed. I hate rolling over in the morning, realizing he’s already gone. Its easy to know when I’m ovulating, and this time I woke so wet I couldn’t resist the urge to investigate.

I start playfully touching myself before I’m even fully awakened; a little scratching over my clit through my panties, a pinch of my nails on the tip of my nipple. I felt the tension building on what I thought was just a little “morning motivation” to get out of bed, which had now turned into a full-blown session of self-gratification in heavy pursuit.

With nowhere to be, I give in and decide I need to take really good care of myself. I start desperately fumbling around the goodie drawer, but it looks like I will have to improvise. I have to be mindful with my long nails, and my second favorite toy was waiting to be washed. Things are getting desperate. I need to get creative. More scratching and pinching. I can feel myself swelling; the pressure is just squeezing the juices out of me and my panties are drenched.

I reach inside the laced edge of my panties and my finger slips in, right through the slick mess I’ve made. A little burn from a cut from my last encounter sends me into hyperdrive. The pain reminds me of everything I want but can’t have. I want to cum, NOW.

I’m trying everything, pulling out all the stops – small circles over my clit, adjusting pressure from pleasure to pain, driving my fingers in to explore the tension, teasing my g-spot. I want more. I need something, SOMEONE inside me.
I’ve come to realize that I’m not going to be able to finish this alone.
I need my favorite, and he’s at work.

I start thinking about how his cock splits me open as he invades my tiny, clinched pussy. How he always feels 10 degrees hotter inside me while forcing my thighs apart, pounding so hard my clit is pinched and squished against his hard body. I can practically feel the way it throbs and pulses so intensely when he fills me with his seed. My frustrations are rising and I just can’t get past the idea of his thick cock cumming so deep inside me that I can taste it.

I need him to come home right away. I send him every compromising image and pose I can think of in my desperate condition. My wet fingers in my panties, my thighs spread so far they could pull me right open. My breasts scratched from squeezing so tightly. I’m begging. I want to see what he has. I think, maybe if I just see it, I can cum – melting into my hand – and then I can get on with my day.

But no. He won’t give it to me. He denies my request and refuses to give me permission to help myself. I plead, “Please. PLEASE. PLEASE!!!” I want to feel him anywhere and everywhere, all at once. My throat, between my breasts, my tight little ass.

He tells me to stop touching myself and, perhaps, if I’m lucky, he will come home for lunch and give me a taste.
How can I wait so long?! I’m so close, why won’t he just give me a peek?! Let me see it! Why won’t he let me?! I’m getting angry with him. How quickly I go from needing his permission to a heated fury. I don’t need his permission. He needs to COMPLY. That is MY dick, and if he does come home, he’s in trouble.

I try to stop my pursuit. I’m angry that he has this power over me. Frustrated that I can’t cum, infuriated that he dare ask me to wait! Wait?! Ha! I wait for no one, nothing!

I want to put on my sexiest clothes, tie my hair into a pony braid, paint my lips red, and just wait for him to arrive for lunch. Let him get a good, lustful look at his favorite. My corset cinching my waist, squeezing my bust up out of my plunging neckline; tights teasing their way up my thigh, gripping for dear life just below my skirt line. Legs for days, elongated by the height of my heels and shortness of my skirt. My perky ass, right at the height of his hardened prize… I’d let him pick up the pheromone-soaked fragrance of the sweat on my neck and the juices on my fingers as I flutter them in a dainty wave “goodbye.” This is what he gets for making me wait. How dare he?! Let him watch this ass walking away.

Let him think. Let him worry. Where would I go?

Would he wonder what someone else might want to do with me in my condition?

Someone could see me, smell the timing and ripeness of my body. It would be so easy for some strange man to grab me. With my mouth tied, he could just bend me over, grab onto my waist-length braid and take me; right there. His property, that has been taken in broad daylight. I couldn’t run in these heels, my arms too frail to fight, gagged too tightly to scream, grasped too closely to pull away.
As wet as I am, there could be no resistance. My thighs would clinch tightly in attempt to resist, but this strange man’s hardened cock would just push it’s way right through and in – there would be nothing I could do to stop it.

What if he’s too big? Would he split my tight little box to suit his gigantic battering ram? He’d thrust it into me so hard, excited by my painful writhing – continually pounding faster and harder to watch me squirm – digging my nails into the nearest object to escape the contraction of my pummeled insides. Unable to contain his desire, he begins spilling the contents of his engorged and aching balls, filling me with hot, dripping cum – so full it drenches my pussy and runs down my thighs. With each hot pulse of his spurting cock, I am unable able to resist the orgasm, my swollen little vacuum pulling this stranger’s seed into my womb.
HIS womb. His damaged pussy. How could I ever return to him in this condition? Bruised, ripped, cum pouring out of me with each step.

What if?

Yet, I want to go out, accepting my fate and the imminent danger – out that door – heels digging into the hardwood floor as I slide past him in the narrow doorway. He SHOULD worry.

But I didn’t.

Instead, I lie in the bed like the desperate little bitch I am, waiting for him to come feed me like I’m some filthy beggar; begging for his cock, his cum, his body forced against mine.

To be continued…

Source: reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/fb516c/morning_arousal_masturbation_fm_rape_bareback