Take Me (MF)

I want you to take me.
I want you to hurt me.
I want you to break me.

Im lying in bed, drifting off to sleep. My little pajamas create no barrier. The door slowly opens, and you creep in. You look at me sleeping so soundly, so peaceful.
You grab my leg hard and drag me to the end of the bed. Startled awake, I gasp, but not before your hand is pressed firmly over my mouth. You hold my head down onto the bed, covering my mouth and nose until my hands are clawing at your wrists. The look on your face says you enjoy watching me gasp for air. You free my nostrils, but don’t let up the pressure on my mouth. I can feel my lips being imprinted with my teeth.
Your other hand holds my wrists down with such force, I can already feel the bruise.
You force yourself on top of me. You’re big. You’re at least 6’1, maybe 250 pounds. Your body is heavy, your body is wide. It encompasses me. I can smell the stench of oil and car parts on you. It’s overwhelming.
You let go of my mouth and you smack me, and tell me if I scream you’ll only make it more painful.
You cover my mouth again and then use your free hand to uncover my chest. Your fingers find my nipples, and you twist and pull at them as if they were toys. You yank down hard, and I wince and cry into your hand. You don’t let up.
You twist and squeeze until I have tears in my eyes, and my breasts are hard and red.
Your hand trails down grabbing at my waist, touching my soft skin. You get to the waistband of my pants and you pull them up. I can feel the fabric sliding into the folds between my legs. You pull up harder, gaining a painful reaction from my face. The fabric slides in between my lips and pulls my clit upward. You yank harder upwards until I’m gasping. The fabric is almost digging into my skin.
You let go of my mouth and your hand cups at me between my legs. You run your fingers over the taut fabric, tracing the imprint of my lips and push your fingers into the fabric, right at my opening. I beg you to stop, my arms now free trying to push you away.
You ask me, “Why are you so wet if you want me to stop?”
And you feel it. You feel the soft dampness on the fabric, you see it darken in color, you smell the arousal permeating the barrier of panties and shorts.
I cover my face in disgust. Am I wet?
You give one last tug even harder this time, and it feels as though the fabric is cutting into my skin.
“Stop, please” I plead.
You reach up and yank my jaw open with your hand and shove your fingers inside, laying them on my tongue so I can’t speak.
You relax your grip and you slide the wet fabric aside. There in all its glory is my wet pussy, throbbing and red.
You rub your fingers up and down along the folds, letting the moistness glide on your fingertips.
My hips jerk at your touch. You run your fingers up and circle my clit before pressing into it with your fingertip. My hips jerk again.
“I wonder how many fingers you can take.”
I grimace and cry, trying to mouth words but to no avail.
You yank my panties and shorts down and your hand instantly returns to my pussy. You spread it with your index and forefinger, smelling my scent infiltrate the room. My scent of arousal. My scent of wanting.
My stomach is in knots. My pussy is throbbing, my mouth hurts. Everything is swirling. Am I enjoying this?
My mind goes blank as you roughly shove two fingers in. I try to yank my hands away but your grip is too strong. You’ve got them both between your giant hands. You begin to jam your fingers deeper into me, and I can hear you groan.
“Fuck, you’re wet and so tight. I guess I’ll have to open you up.”
You slide out your fingers and slide two more in. You jam them back into my pussy. I let out a cry, trying to get my jaw out of your gasp.
I can feel it, four fingers inside me. My pussy feels like it’s ripping at the seams. Your hand glides smoothly now covered in my wetness, and you jam it back into me over and over until my breathing gets labored.
“You enjoying this aren’t you slut?”
My eyes water, I can’t be enjoying this… why do I feel myself getting wetter, my vaginal cavity opening for him… wanting more?
Just as that thought leaves me mind, I let out a huge cry. I feel it.
Not two, not four, five fingers. You fold your fingers together and you jam them into my pussy until your hand is pushing against my pelvic bone.
Your fingers are inside, but your hand won’t fit. I feel like I’m being stretched open, like my pussy has officially been split. I can feel your fingers wiggling around, touching my walls.
“You can take it bitch, suck it up.”
You push harder, twisting your hand in circles this way and that, trying to wiggle your way in.
I’m splitting open. I’m crying, begging you to stop in my mind. It hurts. My hips are jerking this way and that trying to alleviate the pressure you’re putting on the opening of my pussy.
That only makes you hold me down harder. You slide your fingers out and start hand fucking my pussy.
I’m getting wetter. I can feel it, so can you. The noises are getting louder. Every time your hand slams back into me, my wetness is loud, it’s begging. My mind is unsure, my pussy is screaming for more.
Is this what I want? My hips aren’t jerking away anymore, instead I’m pushing against your hand when you slide in.
“Oh yeah? You want more don’t you?”
Every time you slide back in, your hand goes in a little more. I push against you each time, gasping every time it goes further.
Can I admit it? That It feels so fucking good. Being spread, being ripped open, being violated?
My mouth is salivating with desire and I begin sucking on your fingers, instead of fighting them. You relax your grip a little and start sliding your fingers in and out of my mouth.
My hips are jerking towards you and I’m crying out as your hand is more than 80% in.
I feel full, I feel stuffed, I feel like I’m going to explode. It’s amazing.
You pull your hand out, soaking with my juices, drenched in my stench.
My body relaxes. I’m sore. I’m aching. I’m in pain. Swollen, bruised.
You grab my chin and force my eyes to you.
“You see this? Such a nasty little slut.”
My hand is covered in your fucking juices.
You wipe your hand on your chest, my face, anywhere. Then you shove your wet fingers into my mouth.
“Taste the inside of that pussy slut.”
I pull away and you grab my chin harder. It’s sweet, a little sour, and warm. It’s me.
Then you grab me and flip me over. You slam my head into the bed and put your hand over the back of my neck. Your fingers wrap around me and it becomes harder to breath.
I hear the rustle of pants, and I feel it. It’s warm on my ass cheeks. It’s hard, so very hard. Your hairy thighs are against mine as I assume a position on all fours. Your legs are strong, manly. They could break me.
“Don’t!” I manage to squeak out. “Please don’t.”
You laugh and you slam your dick inside me. You don’t get it warmed up, you don’t wet it, you just jam it into me. It’s instantly covered in my juices.
Fuck, escapes your mouth and I groan.
You start ruthlessly pounding deep into me.
It hurts. You pull my hips up and my push my shoulders down. In this position you’re sliding so deep inside my cavity, you’re hitting my cervix.
Every time you push in I winch. It hurts.
You pound me, and grasp at my ass cheeks.
I cry and let a moan escape my mouth.
Your cock feels so hard inside me, so big, so long.
It’s taking what it wants. I’m wrapping myself around you, taking it in.
My hips begin pushing back into you, making every hit even harder than the one before.
“Yes you little slut. Take it deep.”
You smack my ass hard. I moan, louder this time.
I want it… I can’t lie. I can’t deny it.
You choke me harder. “Shut the fuck up. You speak when I say.”
You smack my face and pinch my cheeks, making me look in your eyes as you invade my body.
My eyes are begging for more, my body is showing pleasure. My pussy is throbbing.
“Fuck you’re gonna cum on this dick aren’t you?”
You feel my walls tighten, pulsing.
No, I think to myself. I can’t. I can’t do that.
But I can’t stop it. With every stroke my pussy throbs even more. I feel a wave come over me. Every thrust gets me closer and closer. You wrap your hand around my neck again, this time tighter.
“That’s it bitch, cum or I won’t let you breath.”
Here it comes. The icing on the cake. The restriction of breath, the commanding, its all getting me over the edge. I feel it like a wave, my pussy pouring itself out.
I hear you groan as you thrust into my orgasm. You slam into me a couple more times, and then I feel you buckle over as you dump your load into my pussy.
Your body is over me, you slump down. I feel your weight. It’s so heavy on my back. You slip out of me and I feel your cum dripping down my clit and onto my leg.
You push me away from you like a used dog. You grab my hair and wipe your dick off with it. Then I hear the rustle of your pants again.
You get ready to leave and you cradle my face with your hand for a second before slapping me softly.
“I’ll be back, clean yourself up.”
I hear your footsteps leave.

Source: reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/lef8j5/take_me_mf