[MF, “Rape”/CNC, Strangers] Fucking and Spanking a Stranger in Seattle

Travel sucks even when it’s good.

Today’s travel just extra sucked.

SFO to YYZ vectoring through Texas of all places due to “bad weather” elsewhere. Well, just so happened it had bad weather if it’s own and bloody tornados – that weren’t discovered till the flight we well underway. There was no danger just a lot of stupid.

So flight was diverted for an unplanned stop over in fucking Seattle of all places. Somehow that was what the airline deemed best?

So I wasn’t booked to resume my trip home till morning, at least they sprung for a hotel and “meal vouchers” which I was happy to learn I could use for booze.

*

I enter the bar and it’s near empty, which is fine by me. All I want is to zone and enjoy however many drinks the $30 voucher will get me.

I sit at the bar, find out the answer is 3, so I just straight up order three drinks.

Look around and see a couple sitting at one of the tables, just off to my left, actually not far from me. Actually close enough to hear. I feel almost like the asshole who sits right beside someone in an empty movie theatre. Thing is, I didn’t intend to sit so close I could eavesdrop on them, it just sort of happened.

So I sit and try to ignore it, but there is silence otherwise.

The girl sounds bored as shit. The guy sounds like he’s trying too hard. I can’t tell if it’s a date or what it is but it doesn’t have the quiet comfort of people who know one another, not really anyhow.

I finally sneak a look over at them, notice they aren’t looking in my direction, so just let it linger for a second.
And shit, the girl might be bored but she has eyes that are fucking fire.

*

I spent some time examining her, I have no idea how old she is, but a bit older than me. She has these shiny bits of hair that almost pop and make her really interesting to look at. But otherwise, it’s the eyes.

I’d say they were calculating, it was like she was, I don’t know, playing some game she really planned to win?

The few words I heard didn’t sound like more than, “tell me more.” Or “that sounds good.” But they had no real emotion behind them. She was just, there was something she wanted. And she was going to get it.

And god, for a moment, it made me want her.

*

I was bored myself. I had an empty room in a hotel I did not want to be staying at, to look forward to. God she might be just the thing to turn this into a positive.

I was far from home, it wasn’t unheard of for me to fill empty spaces with other girls, just, hadn’t happened in a long time.

If I feel good about it, I knew no one else would be terribly upset just surprised.

*
By the second drink I’d talked myself into it.

By the end of the third drink I’d heard enough to know the guy she was with was just some chump, and whatever she planned, if she still wanted it from him, I’m sure she could convince him to give to her anyways some other time. Now was gonna be my time.

*

I walked over, just said, “Excuse me, I think you need to come with me.”

It was so stupid and strange but people tend to do what you tell them if you project confidence, you project you are doing “the right thing” and you are wearing a fancy suit (which I had on due to interrupted business travel, which I hated, but now served a purpose).

I put my hand out to her. She looked right into my eyes with her cold, smart eyes. And I thought for a moment she was going to punch me or curse me out for ruining her “date”, but after what I think was some split second calculus, she reached up and took my hand and pulled herself to her feet.

She looked back at the guy and said, “Sorry, I’m sure they’ll be another chance another day.”

*

She walked out with me actually holding my hand. It was a funny silence as I just straight walked us to the elevator and toward my room without saying a word.
When we got in the elevator I said, “My name is…” and she cut me off, “I don’t care what your name is.” I turned and look at her to see if she was pissed off but those eyes, they almost cut through me, she said, “What I care if wether you’re going to fuck me.”

I had to gather myself, this was, not what I had expected. I wasn’t sure if it was “too easy” or going to be all kinds of complex.

I answered, “If you,” I searched hard for the next word and it hit me, “*let* me.”

She said, “I promise to fight, but I promise I’ll be very happy about it after.”

God I was hard almost the instant she said that. I wasn’t sure if she knew what game she was playing, but her eyes, they said that she did.

*

There was no more words. I still lead her by the hand to the room. I wondered if she could tell I was hard, I was pretty sure a girl like that just knew when they had a man in their web. With her it had been instant.

I got the door open as fast as I could and slammed it and put the locks on as fast as I could.

I half expected when I’d turn around she’d already be running for the bed or stripping but she wasn’t doing anything but standing there, looking at me, her hair sparkling.

I scanned the room, said, “Get on the bed.”

And she said, “No”

This was my test and I was taking it, fuck it was stupid but I was gonna believe her in the elevator, I was gonna believe this fight was one she wanted.

I put a hand on her cheek, gently actually, and she didn’t flinch. I ran my hand up into her hair, grabbed it tight and watched her flinch. But her eyes stayed constant. She held back any audible gasp, but I would make her make those.

I basically dragged her across the room and through her on the bed like that. She held onto my wrist and basically dragged herself, so I knew I didn’t need to hold back. There were these subtle cues in her movements that told me she loved even this first blunt act. I was going to play her body with pain. Channel all my work and travel frustrations into my palm that I was gonna smack down on her ass at least.

She said she wanted to be fucked, but I felt like, she was the type who might like a lot more before that.

So I threw her on the bed.

*

I took my belt off. I wasn’t sure if I was going to tie her up with it or hit her with it. I could only imagine the horror it would look like from her vantage point. But she wasn’t scrambling to get off the bed, just crawling up to the head. “Escaping” but not escaping… god she was going to be fun.

I dropped the belt on the the edge of the bed as I stripped myself. Never losing the lock on her eyes.

I saw her sneak a peak at my cock and it made me want to smile but I wasn’t going to let the lust in me get side tracked by amusement. She was going to be my play thing. But I was going to confirm it.

“Do you plan to be my little pain slut, that’s basically what you signed up for in the elevator… you realize that, don’t you?”

She looked at me a while, but I was not going to budge, and not move closer till she acknowledged.

Finally she nodded. Once, but once was enough.

*

I picked the belt back up and jumped stupidly on the bed, landing on my knees and inched toward her.

She sort of cowered. It was so sexy in a fucked up way.

When I got close I reached for her face again, I was going to grab her hair, going to move her. But she slapped my hand away. Then when I reached up she did it again with more force.
There was indeed going to be fight.

This time when she went to slap I grabbed her hand – wrist really, and held it firmly.

I went to smile at her when the bitch swung her other hand at my face. Maybe she was trying to wipe away my grin, but that wasn’t going to happen. I caught that hand as well. She was going to lose this fight in the best way possible.

I pulled back and pulled her arms with me, making her fall forward, then push my hands down on her back pinning her face down on the bed. I replaced my hands with my knee on her shoulders then when I had enough weight on her just to hold her down, I shifted and I pulled up the skirt she was wearing.

*

I felt her squirm under me.

I had a second of hesitation, and decided to let her know the rules, but this was going to be hard.

“I don’t know if you want it or not bitch, but your safe word is *stop*. But know if you say it I’ll stop and kick you right out of this fucking room, you won’t get that fucking you were so desperate for, but maybe that loser will be waiting downstairs at the bar for you still.”

I heard no stop. So I was a go.

I grabbed the leather belt that lay there beside her, I doubled it up quickly, made that snapping sound you can by pulling the ends together a few times, so the slap rang out and warned her.

I smiled, she’d never have seen it, but she was a nice, unexpected little gift for this night.

I let her know how much I appreciated her company by slashing the leather down on her ass, across both cheeks, about as hard as I possibly could right from the start.

*

And god she cried and whimpered but she never dared say stop. I hoped for harder, but never.

When I changed the angle and let the belt basically land on her asshole she just grunted harder.

When I changed the angle and dropped the side with the buckle I swore she was thrusting herself against the cold metal when it was available to hit her.

I pounded that ass with my pure hatred for the world and my cock enjoyed it just as much as when I’d pound it soon, and the thought was so intoxicating. My cock was raging and throbbing in time with the blows against her ass.

Her squirms under my knee had all but stopped she just lay submissive and took the pain as I dished it out.

*

At one point I stopped with the continuous belting, her ass was a bright read, and blotchy, and honestly beautiful. It was so raw that I knew fucking her would hurt her ever much more that she had anticipated.

I dropped the belt, and rubbed my fingers for the first time up under her, feeling her pussy, and it was fucking soaked, wetness dripped down her inner thighs.

God she loved the pain. And god in that moment I loved her.

I thought about mercy, to finger her like I’d done to so many girls, to bring her off… but no, I pulled my hand away and then smashed my own palm back down on her pussy and heard her scream into the sheets.

I spanked her a few more times before I picked up the belt and just started losing my mind smacking her ass with it and I swear to god she was having an orgasm as I did.

She moaned, and she cried, but she was fucking losing it, and I finally had to have that pussy.

*

I removed my knee from her back and the second I did she tried to ‘escape me again’ but still, she hadn’t said stop. But this time she was feeling the bed, I grabbed her by the shoulder and pulled her back toward me, and flipped her on her back in the process.

I threw my leg over her, straddling her and held her shoulders down with my hands.

I looked in her eyes.put my hands on her shoulders to pin her again.

She immediately reached up and her finger nails dug into my biceps. I felt maybe my sweat maybe my blood but the pain just pushed me.

I looked her in the eyes and I smiled.

“*Stop*?” I said taunting her.

She just shook her head no, but she wouldn’t submit. She’d never submit I saw it in her eyes.

*

I took a hand for her shoulder and reached back, I fished the panties out from under her dress and pulled them as hard as I could, the again and finally she smacked me across the face with her free hand.

The pain… again it is the best catalyst. Her nails dig in my flesh made me want to rip her panties off and free her dirty little cunt. The slap across my face gave me the power to do it.

I pulled and snapped those black little panties off of her and I heard genuine hurt and surprise escape her lips. She moaned a bit and I shoved the soaked whore panties in her stupid mouth.

*

I took away her mouth so I increased her torment before I proceeded to force my cock inside her…

“Oh now you can’t say no – but we must be safe you bitch. So you just shake your head no. And I stop, I kick you out and you know the rest you bitch…”

And I shifted myself down a bit, forced my knee between the legs that she tried to hold together, but she had no chance. And as my knee forced its way between I could feel her juices had leaked down them. She fucking loved this, she could not hide it.

My other knee forced its way between as well. She still struggled up top but i struggled and fought her and soon had both her wrists in my hands and just pressed them up to the head broad.

*

I wriggled and slid my body between her legs and I could feel her trying to force herself to fight me. I saw her biting down on her panties. I could smell her pussy and knew it must be filling her senses and I loved that I forced that in her. It was all over those damp panties. This was perfect.

I felt her wetness now slide on the bottom of my shaft, I slide it up and down as I stared her in the eyes.

“Last chance bitch, shake your head no cause I know you don’t want this… you don’t want my cock inside you.”

But as I was saying it I was rocking my hips just so the shaft rubbed up and down her slit, over her clit I’m sure. I heard her moan.

*

I teased her that way and her arms lost their fight a bit, but her legs completely. Her thighs opened so her cunt would open and give me a larger target to dive my cock into. I knew it. And I let her know it.

“Ah you fucking love this you whore, you may be fighting me up top…. but your pussy is hungry for my cock… it’s begging for it.”

And I could see the frustration in her eyes. She wanted to shake her head “no” but she knew what that would mean.

*

Finally I shifted so my cock stabbed it’s way to find her wet opening. I wasn’t letting go of the death grip I had on her wrists and I didn’t care to guide myself. This could hurt a bit and stumble I didn’t care and welcomed it. But she was fucking open for me and I was in her in no time.

And almost before I was fully in that bitches cunt was milking my cock.

It was not fighting for sure and she was flat out screaming into the gag.

Her hands really just died above her at that point, her eyes literally started twitching and rolling back in her head.

I let her hands go they were useless. I could use my hands for better things.

*

As I fucked her she already bucked back against me like an animal but it wasn’t enough for me.

I grabbed her ankles and pulled her legs up to my shoulders, and put the back of each heel on them.

Then I threw my entire weight down into her pussy. Max penetration if there ever was such a thing. As far in as gravity and lust would take me.

Again and again and again.

*

She only got more stupid yelling into the cunt cover in her cunt mouth. It was beautiful to watch her twisted up face screaming and crying in some weird combination of pain and pleasure.

But I needed to up the pain portion of that.

*

I looked down at her raw ass that I could half see as I watched how I fucked her.

I spotted the belt once more and knew what I could do to reach my goal.

To be fair I’m pretty sure this random bitch from the bar with the shiny hair was already cumming repeatedly but I knew this next but would really put her over the edge.

*

I started slapping the leather belt against her raw cheeks as I fucked her as hard as I could. Almost like some terrible riding crop.

But I hit her with cruelty. I didn’t need to control where she went she just laid their as my fuck hole and enjoyed every thrust. The belt was just to make this worse, and at the same time better.

I hit as hard as I could. I fucked as hard as I could and I just fucking loved watching her losing her shit as I did what I promised in the elevator. I fucked her.

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