I fucked her against her will [MF] (CNC, long).

As a warning, this story will include consensual non-consent; if you got any issues around that, I recommend you do not read any further. That said, everything I do with my girl is desired and enthusiastically consented to.

Onto the story.

I (M/43) have been having another long and arduous week at work; I would wager that the devil himself has been creating the issues that have arisen at my job this week. Yesterday afternoon, I was working from home when I received an email from my colleague, Austin.

Whenever anything comes in from this guy, it is a special kind of stupid.

So when the email subject “Well this is a pisser…” popped up at the top of my inbox, I audibly groaned while briefly considering deleting it and pretending I never saw the damn thing.

As I sat there contemplating how to remedy yet another fucking problem, my frustration began rising. Now, I ain’t sure if it was testosterone, a coping mechanism, or just plain old lizard brain bullshit, but suddenly, I needed my cock serviced.

I got up from my desk and made my way into the bedroom, where my girl (36/f) was laying on our bed. She was sprawled out on her stomach, a book propped up on a pillow. The shape of her body was filling out the pair of jeans she was wearing perfectly; the light coloured denim was ripped around the globe of her ass cheeks and all I could think of was tearing that fabric apart further and railing her tight little hole with my cock.

She looked up at me and smiled as I entered the doorway.

“Hi love,” she greeted me warmly. It was sweet, but I did not have patience for sweet.

“I want you in my office. 5 minutes.” I said nothing else before turning around and leaving. As I made my way back to my desk, my shaft began to stiffen thinking about how I was going to ravage her.

I sat down and waited only a moment before she graced my vision; she wore a white sweater that dipped off her shoulder, beautifully hinting at the fullness of her tits, and those damn ripped jeans hugged her full hips and toned legs. She looked at me with concern, her eyes wide and innocent.

“You okay? Whatcha need?”

My vision scanned up and down over her, devouring the image of her and taking one last look as she was; unassuming, composed, rested. That was all about to change.

I pointed at the spot on the floor in front of my chair and sat back in a wide stance. She gingerly stepped over and stood before me. “On your knees,” I commanded her. “Suck my cock.”

She scrunched her nose up and whined something about being invested in the book she was reading.

I stood up, towering over her; I am a good 6” taller and over 100 pounds heavier than her. I grabbed a handful of her hair, snapping her head backwards and eliciting a yelp.

“Do you think you have a fucking choice?” I asked her.

I gripped the handful of her hair harder. She did not answer me in a reasonable time, so I gave a tug as a warning.

“Answer me. Do you think you have a fucking choice?”

She shook her head and whimpered out no.

“That is right. On your knees, now. You better suck my cock so fucking well that I forget this bullshit, you understand?” I released her hair and she immediately dropped to the ground. She scrambled at the buckle on my belt, then fumbled at the zipper of my pants, trying to release my growing cock from the constricting fabric.

She popped my throbbing shaft out of my boxer briefs and pants, then straight into her mouth, where she took me deep into her throat. By some primal force, I growled as I felt her lips glide down my shaft. She gagged a bit and I grew harder. I had to take her pussy.

I let her deep throat my length for a few moments before grabbing her by her dark hair again and pulling her off me. I yanked her head back, keeping my cock right in front of her face.

“Look at this,” I ordered her. “Look at this cock.” She sucked her bottom lip into her mouth and stared up at me, disobeying my order.

I released the hold I had on her raven hair and slapped her across the face with a light hand, causing her to exhale sharply.

“No. Do as I say. Look at my cock.”

She stubbornly kept her eyes fixed on mine for a beat too long, before looking down at my rock hard dick.

“I am going to fuck you and you are going to fucking like it, you understand?”

I watched her breathing quicken in response, her breasts rising and falling under her sweater before I grabbed her by the fabric of it and pulled her to a standing position. I roughly tore at her jeans, unbuttoning them before yanking them down to her ankles. With one hand at her hip and the other on her neck, I forced her into a leaning position over my desk.

“Arch,” I commanded, pushing down a bit harder on the small of her back and making her ass pop up. I gently trailed my touch across the landscape of her skin before abruptly shoving two fingers into her pussy. She was soaking wet.

“You like being taken?” I taunted. “Did you get wet knowing I am going to take your tight cunt whenever I want?”

She wiggled a bit, in an attempt to free herself from my plunging fingers, but I had her firmly at the back of her neck where I held her still.

“No,” I barked. “You do not move unless I tell you to.”

She attempted to maneuver her way out of my grasp, and I allowed it because I wanted her to have the opportunity to fight back. As she turned around to face me, she lunged at me, flailing in her attack.

“No!” She yelled out, “fuck you!”

After a slight struggle, I had her restrained again, holding both of her slim wrists in one hand.

I laughed at her attempts as my other hand snaked down the curves of her body, where I shoved my fingers deep into her cunt again. “Fuck me?” I asked her, chuckling. “Yeah, you are going to fuck me.”

She screamed out another “no!” in response and I found myself grateful we moved to the country, where we could play like this without consequence.

I pulled my fingers out from her pussy and slapped her across the face, a bit harder this time. Her juices glistened on her cheek.

“Shut the fuck up,” I demanded. “Be a good girl and maybe I will choose not to hurt you again. Your call.”

She scrunched up her face in defiance and I could not help but laugh at how cute she looked. Then, she spit on me. She fucking spit on me. Directly in my face.

I have to admit, I was taken aback. I wiped it off with my sleeve, keeping her wrists pinned together with my other hand. I said nothing; choosing instead to stare at her with a look that meant she was in deep shit.

I roughly threw her face down over my desk, knocking off several items. I pulled her arms behind her back as hard as I could without actually hurting her. “You are going to regret that,” I warned her.

“Please stop,” she mewled. “Please stop. Please.”

Her submissive begging always manages to get my cock even harder, and this was no exception. Seeing her round little ass and her gorgeous, wet pussy — vulnerable and exposed, waiting for me to take her.

She continued to beg me. “Please stop. Please.”

I leaned down and put my mouth by her ear, releasing the hold I had on her arms. She immediately propped herself up on the desk at her elbows.

“Baby,” I asked her as gently as I could. “Do you remember our safe word?”

She nodded.

“Do you want to use it?”

She shook her head and I kissed her neck. “Baby, remember to say what you want.”

“No,” she replied, looking at me. “I do not want to use it.”

“Okay,” I answered as I stood up and grabbed her arms, forcing her to be face down on my desk again. I thrusted my hard cock deep into her cunt, causing her to yelp out.

“Stop!” She cried. “Stop!” She kept trying to wriggle away from me, but I was railing her hard and had her pinned down rather tightly.

“No,” I answered through my teeth. “This pussy is mine.”

She began to move with me, undulating her hips to allow my cock to fuck her as deep as possible.

“You like that?” I again taunted her. “You like being violated?”

I felt her body start to shake and tense up and I knew it was not going to take much more for her to cum. I slowed my rhythm down, trying to keep in time with her movements. She started making a little circle shape with her hips, grinding her pussy on my cock as deep as she could.

I grabbed her by the hips with both hands and pulled her onto me even deeper. “It is okay, baby,” I coaxed. “Cum on my cock. Cum for me.”

She inhaled sharply and her voice sounded wonderfully hungry and rough as she repeated my name over and over. She let out a scream as she frantically gripped at the surface of my desk, crunching up some of the loose papers I had lying around.

Her body was shaking as some of the tension left her muscles and she collapsed slightly down onto my work surface. I picked up my speed, knowing I was not going to last much longer. With a few more pumps into her, it was game over for me. I came hard and held her hips up, keeping her latched onto my cock, making sure she took every drop of my cum inside of her.

When I finally pulled out, I gathered her up into my arms. I wanted to check on her, to make sure she was okay after a rough session. Again to my surprise, this girl drops to her knees again and starts gently licking my shaft.

“I need to clean up my mess,” she laughed softly.

I placed my hands on her shoulders and stopped her, because I was too damn sensitive lol. I then pulled her to me and gave her a deep kiss before telling her she had better be prepared for after I was done with my work day.

I took her again twice that evening, this time with more tenderness and care. But she certainly made my work week a hell of a lot better.

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