I’ve been horny as fuck lately, and this fantasy hit me *hard* today.
It’s so arousing to think about forcing myself on someone I’m obsessed with, sharing such an intimate moment in such a terrible way. Feeling their fear, confusion, and shock. Being able to do anything I please with someone I’m so enamored with. Let’s say that’s you.
Breaking into your home is what I picture. Maybe you accidentally left the back door open. Maybe I know that you hide a copy of your house key underneath the front door mat. Maybe I just pick the lock. I don’t know, but I get in somehow.
After entering, I immediately scamper off to find your room. I did some prep work before our encounter tonight; if you live with anyone, I made sure to strike at the right time so I have you alone and all to myself. When I find your room, I look around for a bit, observing how you live and where you sleep. I grab a pair of boxers in one of your drawers and put it to the side for my own keeping.
Then I see you, and my heart melts. You’re sleeping on your side, hair disheveled, dressed in pajamas with your blankets messily tangled around your legs. You look so cute and soft with such a peaceful expression.
Lucky for me, you’re a deep sleeper. It won’t be difficult to tie up your arms and legs, spread apart. You won’t be completely restrained; you have some room to move for your own comfort but not enough to be able to hit me or anything. I wrap a piece of cloth around your mouth to tie it all together (no pun intended).
Then the fun begins.
I tug down your boxers, and to get you hard, I wrap one of hands around your cock and begin to jerk you off. Your eyes flutter open, glazed and disoriented from a disrupted sleep. But you quickly gain focus when you realize what’s happening.
Confused and utterly panicked, you let out a muffled scream and thrash against your binds. I try to comfort you by giving you head rubs with my free hand. I gently shush you, pull you closer to me for a hug, and assure you that I’m not here to hurt you but make both of us feel good.
You only continue to let out a string of muffled words, looking at me pleadingly. Begging for me to release you. Terror clouding your pretty eyes. But I ignore your wishes, only smiling and planting soft kisses across your face, murmuring sweet nothings. With my hand still firmly working at your cock, of course.
At some point, your arms and legs get tired, and you realize there’s no way out of this. Those pretty eyes now shine with tears, which trickle down your cheeks as you accept your fate. I lick them up and pet you and call you a good boy, practically purring, pleased with your obedience. Your tears make me even more horny.
To my delight, you start to get pretty hard. What’s great about the human body is that it does shit that we may not want it to when simply trying to protect itself. This will certainly benefit me in this case.
You’re horrified when I happily point out that you’re hard. Will you try to shake your head? Will you close your eyes and pretend this isn’t happening? Will you cry harder?
But that won’t be too important to me. What’s more crucial at hand is that you’re well-displayed in front of me. I sit back for a moment and get a clear, nice view of your dick for the first time. As I stare, blush starts to creep up your cheeks. You’re humiliated and wish to vanish. But there’s no need to be embarrassed.
I marvel how pretty it is. How the size is so nice. I desperately and excitedly pepper your cock with kisses and licks as I praise it between breaths. Telling you how much I love it. How much I fantasized about it. How it’s even more beautiful than I imagined.
You can’t help but let out several moans. You try to turn your lower region away from me, but I won’t let that happen. I’ll plant my hands on your thighs if necessary so I can properly worship your delicious member.
You get harder and harder until it’s practically up straight and your breath is short and shallow. I note how now it’s time for me to suck you off. You frantically let out more noises to protest, but like all the other times, I do what I want no matter what you say.
I take you in my mouth intimately and slowly, overjoyed to finally have a good taste of you while letting out hums of pleasure, using my left hand to guide myself up and down on your cock. My right hand would tenderly stroke your thigh because I understand you’re still scared. I want you to know there’s nothing to be afraid of.
You might feel even more anxious experiencing such pleasure, which makes your struggling start up again. You try to pull yourself away, but the binds keep you wide open for me. Your movement only makes me more wet and encourages me to suck and slurp harder, using my tongue to swirl against the head of your cock.
I ingrain the sound of your moans that you’re trying to suppress in my head.
Unfortunately, I have to stop servicing you at some point but only so I can ride you. When I reluctantly remove my mouth from your member with a *pop*, you slightly relax, thinking it’s over.
But as you see me removing my underwear, the thrashing starts up again. The tears come back harder than before. You shout behind the gag.
It’s so hot when you struggle, but a part of my heart breaks. I embrace you, telling you everything will be okay and promising you that you will feel good. I rub your sides affectionately, occasionally reaching up to tousle your hair.
You can still try to fight, but at this point both of us know it’s futile. I position myself on top of your dick and slowly slide down while staring into your eyes, soaking in every emotion.
I treasure it, to experience such a closeness to you. To see such raw emotion from you, crafted by my own doing.
I let out a noise of pure ecstasy as I envelop you. I feel myself wrap around you as I sink down, savoring every sensation, every tingle. When you’re fully sheathed inside of me, I slide back and forth in bliss, enjoying the feeling of you stuffed in me and stretching my walls. My soaking wet pussy would clench around your dick, trying to draw your sweet cum out.
You try to throw me off, but it only results in you thrusting right into me, so you can’t even try to resist anymore. It’s so adorable when you shut your eyes in frustration, fighting against the urge to resist but then feeling powerless as you feel complacent just lying there.
Will you close your eyes and try to block out the pleasure you’re experiencing? Will you feel resentment for yourself for feeling that? I hope not.
While I ride you, I reach forward, wrap my arms around you, and give you some neck kisses. I whisper how incredible you are, how you’re mine, how your dick is *so* fucking good.
I treat you so tenderly as I absolutely violate you.
It’s okay if you ignore me since you’re overwhelmed. But when you feel yourself about to cum, you remember I didn’t put a condom on you. You start shaking, looking up at me with such wide, distressed eyes, trying to communicate for me to get off.
But of course I would’ve prepared for that. I giggle, call you silly, assuring you I’m obviously on birth control for this very reason and that there was no way I would’ve fucked you with a condom on. I need your dick raw inside of me.
As I continue to fuck you, I cup your cheeks, gaze into your eyes, and say in a breathless tone that you will remember for the rest of your life,
*You drive me crazy.*
It’s all too much for you. You cum, and I follow a moment later. I hope you see stars because I sure do.
I remain on top of you, slumped forward against your chest, both of us catching our breaths as I feel you soften in me. Some of your cum slips out and lands on your thigh, but I lap it up in a moment so none of it is wasted. I love your taste. I want every part of you in me.
Our breaths stabilize as we rest. It’s finally over.
Right?
I don’t think so. Even after I cum, just seeing your cute self with your cock hanging out would still make my pussy twitch with desire. I won’t be satisfied unless we go 3 or 4 rounds.
The look on your face when I start to jerk you off again to start the process all over would be priceless.
By the time I’m actually finished with you, the sun will begin to rise. The sky turns that gorgeous purple orangish tint. We’re an exhausted, sweaty, flushed mess. I untie you and gather you up in my arms, kissing your red wrists and muttering out an apology, but it had to be done. You make a half-assed attempt to try to push me away, but I’m unrelenting and firmly pull you into me. You’re so tired that you just give in. I stroke your hair as you flutter back to sleep, whispering how much I adore you.
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