“Breaking” into my own home when I was supposed to be away on a work trip [MF]

**Warning**: this story contains planned **CNC** between two consenting people.

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I’d always been suspicious. When our sex crossed a certain threshold of intensity, she said certain things, did certain things, that hinted at her wanting something.. *more*. We are no strangers to crazy shit. We’ve fucked publicly more times than I can count. We’ve shared a partner, partner*s*, and had our own to ourselves, even while separated. Once each behind each other’s backs, and then always with each other’s knowledge afterwards. We know every intimacy, every secret desire.

Or so I’d thought.

I’m sure you’ve heard the saying “Hate to see you go, but love to watch you leave.” That’s Mary. She’s on the shorter side. Her hips are wide, accented with a hot, round, and firm ass. Her waist dips inwards from her hips, giving her that feminine *ratio*, before coming smoothly back up to her chest and teardrop shaped C cup tits. Although, you won’t often see them, masked as they are by her long and dark hair which runs all the way down to her chest. Her hair is such a dark brown it’s almost black, and so thick and heavy that running your hand through it lets you feel every strand gently cascade across your skin as it falls between your fingers. And as you do that, with one hand on her waist holding her close, she’ll look up into your eyes. Her face is round-featured, with not a single hard line interrupting it. Smooth, soft, and beautiful. Her eyes are almond shaped, with vivid brown pupils. That shape is accentuated when she smiles, betraying her half asian heritage if the hair didn’t already give it away. She’s confident, quirky, loud, and not afraid to say what’s on her mind during the day. But at night, that look in her eyes will reveal her as a shy and submissive girl, eager for your companionship and your control.

We’d just bought our first home together. Everything about it screamed 90s nostalgia. Vaulted ceilings, laminate floors, dark brown stained wood cabinets with the grain visible, ostentatious money incinerating gas fireplace. Having grown up in a 90s-built suburb full of homes like this, it was quite the throwback. The only thing missing was the tasteless decor.

The home was mostly barren. One bedroom I converted into an office and library for myself, the other bedroom got our old twin bed and a single end table, and the master got the majority of our possessions from the apartment and a new queen bed. The dining room and kitchen were empty, and the 2 story tall sun room which every other room was centered around got a sectional and a coffee table. It was quite spartan, for the moment. Mary said it was “creepy” and made her “uneasy”, like we’d just taken over a repo or the home of someone who passed away recently. It didn’t really feel like home yet

Nevertheless, we *reveled* in it. We made plans, matched paint, looked at furniture. All that stereotypical shit. It was so good to not have to keep track of our neighbours in the duplex, wondering if we could safely fuck as loud and hard as we wanted without alerting them. Not something that either of us cared about anywhere else, but when you see your neighbours on a daily basis it was a bit different.

The first time I’d fucked her in that bedroom was intense. It wasn’t supposed to be. We were exhausted after a day of cleaning and unpacking. I thought we’d both just collapse and go to sleep, or I’d maybe take her quickly from behind as she laid on her side under the covers. And yet, not even a minute after I was out of the shower before I’d even found a bathrobe, she saw me, got on her knees, and quickly hardened my cock in her mouth, bobbing her head back and forth as her tongue caressed the tip and wrapped around the shaft. A minute after that, I had her bent over the bed, my hands on her hips, pounding myself into her pussy while she screamed and moaned as loud as she wanted. My hips sent wave after wave through her ass as I slammed into her. Her slick pussy clamped down on my cock again and again as her hips shook whenever my cock made her cum. She grit her teeth and growled.

“Fuck me harder.”

I grunted with exertion as I exhausted myself pounding her, spanking her ass. I put my left hand on her neck and held her tight, lightly choking her. Her favourite.

“Use me.”

My cock throbbed in her as I got closer.

“Use my fucking pussy.”

I knew this was going to be more than just the *normal* almost daily sex. This happened once every 1 or 2 months. Sometimes it just ended with an intense fuck like this, and sometimes it took something more. It turned me on seeing her so turned *the fuck on*. I grabbed her wrists, pulling her body against me as I continued fucking her. I started to cum. I didn’t stop fucking her. This wasn’t about me.

She pulled desperately against my hands, trying to free one of them so she could rub her clit as she felt my cum dripping out of her while I pounded her. She moaned and gasped as she came shortly afterwards. Now, I could *use* her the way she wanted. It’s difficult to cum a second time. It takes so, so much effort. Pushing and pulling her body into whatever position I need to feel, pinning her down and pounding her relentlessly as I desperately flex my cock as I try and finish myself in her again. Normally, I don’t *try* and make myself cum. But when she wants to feel used, this is what she needs. Years ago when we were first exploring, I had her give me a safe word for things like this. I was worried that I’d accidentally hurt her, and nothing made me feel more sick to my stomach than the idea of hurting Mary.

She had never used it like this. Right now, I couldn’t do anything wrong as far as she cared. That was good, because my cock fucking needed this.

Her body rocked back and forth as I filled the room with the wet slap of my cock in her pussy and the smacking of my skin against her ass. Her face was in the pillow, muffling her moans and words. A few minutes of this, and then I was buried inside of her again, my cock throbbing and pulsing as I filled her with my second load.

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Another shower, this time together, and then we were laying in bed. Mary cuddled up close to me, wrapping an arm around me and putting her head to my chest. She kept her face hidden behind the veil of her thick, black hair. Every time this happened, it was immediately followed with her detailing some absolutely outrageous way she wanted me to fuck her, have someone else fuck her, or have me fuck someone else, once she worked up the courage to phrase her request.

“Sometimes I wish you wouldn’t ask.”

I didn’t understand. I preferred *direct* language. “Ask what?” I replied.

“You know.. ask. You can just use me without asking, if you really want to.”

But I’d done that before. Plenty of times. Coming home from work having spent the afternoon thinking about seeing her after she sent me a dirty picture on lunch break, grabbing her from behind and pulling her to the couch or bedroom or just a nearby fucking wall without asking while she just giggled and pushed her ass against me after realizing my intention, and then taking her like that. Turning her giggle to a gasp, and then a moan as I filled her completely full of my thick cock and began to fuck her.

“I’ve done that before though.”

She looked up at me. Those almond shaped eyes and vivid brown pupils shyly meeting my gaze. I could see them ever so slightly flick around, as if she was looking for something in my own blue eyes returning her gaze.

“No like.. without me knowing.”

*Oh. Holy shit.*

Generally I don’t try and keep myself guarded around the love of my life, but in this case I made an exception. I think I understood, but I had to put it in words. “You mean.. you want me to *literally*.. rape you?” She nodded, continuing to look at me to try and gauge my reaction. My eyes were wide. That was an *extreme* request. More serious than anything we’ve ever done. Mary fucking *loved* being dominated and having no control during sex. I guess this was the logical next step. But I wondered if she *really* knew how big of a step it was? I wasn’t particularly excited about the idea, but I thought I could handle it. I thought *I* knew the size of that step.

I didn’t.

As we had so many times before, we laid there tangled in each other, and talked about it. That same bed scene repeated itself again another day shortly afterwards. She was serious. Dead fucking serious. She’d worked up the courage to finally ask me, and wouldn’t let it go without an answer. So one weekend morning, I sat on the couch with her over coffee, and we *really* talked about it, without a veil of horniness clouding our judgement. She confessed how badly she’d wanted to try something like this, going as far back as the first night we’d ever met, but had hated and suppressed that desire for so long. It was too degrading, too taboo. But she trusted me. She knew that I knew her limits, what she could and couldn’t handle, her safe words and actions. Hell, even when to stop *without* those things. And she knew that after all was said and done I’d hold her close, make her coffee, and give her some fancy chocolate to feel better.

Sometimes I wonder if she just wants the coffee and chocolate.

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I can still scarcely believe the absolutely insane idea I’d come up with. I travel for work often, so Mary wasn’t surprised when I told her I’d be off out east for a 1 day conference. She didn’t ask why it was a *Friday* of all days that I’d be leaving, usually that was reserved for when she’d come with me and we’d spend the weekend sight-seeing a new city together before my work there the following week. But I suppose I’d pre-empted that by telling her I’d be back Sunday afternoon. We didn’t really have the money to spend on a longer trip off the work dime, anyways.

As you’ve probably guessed, there was no trip.

I packed Thursday night. Just a backpack and a small carry on. She left for work Friday morning, and I left for my “trip” late that afternoon. I told her I’d be stopping by my friend Jake’s house, who’d take me to the airport and would come drop my car off at our home tomorrow. He lived close(r) to the airport, so it made sense to save a bit on the long term parking. I’d roped him into this under the pretense of me “surprising” Mary. I didn’t specify further. It wasn’t too suspicious, since her birthday had just recently passed. He was happy to play along. All he had to do was pretend I’d dropped the car off if she asked, and pretend to say when he’d be coming by the next day.

I had quite a bit of time to kill now. I went for an early dinner, and took my time eating. When I was finished, I went for a drive out of the city, and into the mountains, trying to gather my nerves. With the dark and the rain, there wasn’t much to see but the reflection of my headlights off of road lines, and the shapeless mass of trees flanking the road. I pulled off the asphalt into a gravel pullout, and parked near a closed gate blocking off a forest service road. I threw on some music, pulled out my phone, and waited.

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It was 9:30PM. I was a bit less than half an hour away from the home. I knew Mary’s schedule like the back of my hand. When she starts feeling tired on Friday, she hops in the shower, washing away the stress of the work week to renew herself in preparation for the weekend. Usually around 10. She’d be out by 10:30, grabbing her laptop that she’ll have pulled out and left on the dresser, before flipping it open and hopping in bed to watch some horrifically violent anime to lull herself to sleep. She’d be asleep by midnight.

I pulled up and parked down the cul-de-sac on the opposite side of where our home was. The cul-de-sac had no street lights, and between the dark and the rain she’d have to look very closely indeed to recognize my car. Not that she’d ever open the bedroom curtains at this time of night anyways, preferring privacy so she could wear whatever she wanted out of the shower. Or more accurately, *not* wear whatever she wanted, usually preferring to sleep in a little thong and a loose sleeveless shirt. The master bedroom window faced the road, and the ensuite with its privacy providing frosted glass window was at the side of the house. From my parking angle, I could see a light in the glass of the ensuite window. She was already in the shower.

Fuck.

I’d wanted to arrive before she got in. How long had she been in there? Was she almost done? Was she just brushing her teeth now? What am I going to do if she hears me come in the house? She wouldn’t have heard with the shower running. At this point it really hit me how fucking crazy of an idea this was. I actually laughed. Of course I’d put together some outrageous over-complicated Ocean’s Eleven scheme instead of something simple, bulletproof, and easy. I sat in contemplation, wondering what I should do. My scheme graduated to Ocean’s Twelve, and then Ocean’s Thirteen, before the bright light in the frosted glass dimmed, and it all came crumbling down. Now, only a much dimmer light shining through from the master bedroom pierced through it. No doubt from the end table on Mary’s side of the bed.

Simple, bulletproof, and easy. Right. I pulled the car back out, and drove away. On the right, the endless forest our neighbourhood was backed onto expanded out and up the mountain. I drove a couple minutes down to a nearby trailhead, before stepping out and into the woods. Some people find the forests of the Pacific Northwest at night intimidating. Well, let me tell you that it sure as fuck is. Shapes of impossibly large branches loom out of the darkness at you as they sway in the wind. The rustle and creak of wood, twig, and leaf abruptly pierces your ears with every sudden gust, accompanied with a spray of water from the tree tops above. Was that **crack** noise just the breeze, or some hate filled wild entity stalking you and snapping a twig? You turn to look, but your eyes can’t pierce the black shroud of dizzying darkness. As you continue forwards, the trunks close in on the path as the forest grows thicker and denser the further you get from civilization and safety, as if the very trees want to draw you in and suffocate you in the black mire of un-light hidden behind their gnarled trunks. Every step through the mud, dirt, and dead leaves is muted by the soft and malleable forest floor, as though the forest is working to silence and extinguish your presence. It doesn’t want to hear you. It doesn’t want you to exist. It hates you.

*Metal as fuck*, if you ask me. I love that shit. This is what I’d grown up with, lived my whole life in. For me, that terror and intimidation had morphed to understanding over time. During the day this was the domain of vapid trend-chasers looking for their insta selfies and dog walkers. But here at night, it was *the trees*. I did not belong. I found it comforting that nature could still command fear and respect with the right conditions, even somewhere as “tame” as this. The little pocket of fear that still remained as I walked helped ground me. I didn’t pay much attention to my hair getting progressively more wet with the rain. If anything it’d add to the look, I guess. If I was going to follow through, then I’d have to wait until she fell asleep. I guess I’d made my decision then.

After returning to my car and passing some more time on my phone, I drove back to our home. It was well past midnight. The house was completely dark.

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Do you remember how you felt when you realized you were about to lose your virginity? Or perhaps, when you figured out the person you wanted the most in the world wanted you just as much? That nervous pit in your abdomen? The butterflies? Maybe you even had some jitters. I felt a bit of that every time Mary and I tried something new.. but just a bit. This time, it was the real fucking deal. This was crazy. *Crazy*. My mind whirled with the millions of things that could go wrong, but I still had an anchor of confidence that we’d built together over the years to cling to.

But that wasn’t the only strange feeling. Just a few hours ago, I’d walked out the front door for my fake flight. Hours before that, I’d shared a brief kiss with Mary as she left before work. Now it was night time, pitch black, and I felt like an intruder on my own property as I softly inserted the key into the french door on our rear deck, and quietly unlocked it. I was wearing what I’d generally be wearing on a Friday. Dark blue jeans, a long sleeved plaid shirt with a collar, and a black leather clip belt. As I stepped inside, I could hear the dull roar of gas burning in the furnace beneath my feet, feeling a slight waft of warmth drifting from the vent beside the door. There was no sound from upstairs. I quietly slipped my shoes off, closed and locked the door behind me. My cock was hardening at the thought of Mary. Her bare ass swallowing the thin string of a thong as she laid on her side with her butt at the edge of the bed, loose fitting shirt draped over her chest, the side of her breast exposed and easily grabbed. She’d either not be covered at all, or only have a single sheet hiding her body from view, trivial to peel away and reveal her to me. It was winter, and we kept the house warm. That’s how she slept every night, why would today be any different?

I undid the clip of my belt as I stepped from the floormat onto the ceramic tile. Straining my ears to listen for any sign of Mary being awake, I pulled the belt out of the rings of my jeans and rolled it up as I stepped into the kitchen, doing my best to minimize the metallic jingle of the clasp. I placed it on the counter, before leaning down and opening one of the dozen frivolous cupboards that filled the kitchen. Seriously, who had this much kitchenware? Not us. This particular cupboard was for something else. I pulled out my phone, unlocked the screen, and faced the screen into the cupboard. No kitchenware here. One set of janky black metal cuffs (the very first set I’d ever bought for her), some velcro adjustable semi-stretch wrist restraints, an ankle tie with a metal chain, an old leather belt of mine haphazardly converted to a tightening “strap” with holes I’d drilled through it the whole way down to the clip, and a couple other toys.

I grabbed the belt. It was the most *raw* implement. My heart raced faster and faster as I stepped up the stairs. The heavy and thick solid wooden boards that made up each step were completely silent, masking my approach. My cock strained against my jeans. I unbuttoned and unzipped with one hand, pulling myself free over the waist band of my boxers. I reached the top of the open landing overlooking the sun room. The master bedroom door was straight ahead, and wide open. I could hear Mary’s steady and consistent deep breathing in the dead quiet of the house as I stepped closer. She was fast asleep.

I don’t know how long I waited there. One minute? Two? Five? Ten? Her breathing didn’t change, but my heart got louder. Normally when my cock felt this hard, I’d be working and flexing my muscles to control the release of an impending orgasm. But I didn’t feel that at all. It was almost numb, like a tool.

A tool to *dominate* her without fear of release.

At that thought, I knew I was in the zone I needed to be.

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Stepping into the bedroom, my eyes took a moment to decipher the dark scene. She was sleeping exactly how I’d thought. The duvet was covering her feet and ankles, and the rest of her body was bare. She was on her side, her perfect round ass was right at the edge of the bed, practically screaming for me to step up beside her and fill her pussy with my pulsing cock. I could see the thin strip of a thong circling her waist, the string diving between her cheeks and disappearing from view. A loose fitting sleeveless shirt made a poor effort of cloaking the top half of her body, having bunched up over the small of her back and leaving her midriff bare. Her hair was sprawled out on both sides of her head, covering the pillow, and her arms were together in front of her, bent upwards in a V with her hands resting across from her face. Safe and comfortable, alone in her home. Or so she thought.

*Sometimes I wish you wouldn’t ask..*

*No like.. without me knowing.*

I repeated that to myself like a mantra, building my own courage. I dropped my jeans and boxers to the floor. She didn’t know, and I wasn’t going to ask. Something primal had awoken within me. A deep, and all consuming desire for this irresistible girl who was in front of me. To feel her wrapped tightly around the length of my cock as I held her down and took her. I found myself at the edge of the bed. Mary is such a deep sleeper that you could drop an aluminum pan down a flight of stairs and she wouldn’t budge an inch. One time, it had taken her a solid 5 seconds to wake up to a (false) fire alarm, groggily asking “What’s that..?” after I’d already bolted from the room to check what was happening. Thus, I wasn’t worried about waking her up when I slipped the tip of the belt under wrists, pushed it against the bed, and wrapped it around them while pulling the leather through the clasp. I cinched it down, before putting the pin through one of the holes and locking the clasp. Not so tight to force her wrists together, but tight enough that she would never be able to pull her hands through it.

My cock throbbed in tandem with the beat of my heart. I just needed one last push. It was time.

I put my left hand on her voluptuous ass, taking a moment to grab a handful, as I pulled her cheek up and apart. She didn’t stir. I began to grab and grope her ass. I needed her pussy wet for me if I was going to take her, and this always worked like a charm. After a while of this, she pushed her hips out towards me as she slept, overcome with whatever thoughts my groping sent tumbling through her mind, just like in the mornings right before she woke up to the feeling. It didn’t matter to her who I was, in that moment. I grabbed a handful again, and squeezed her firm ass tight. Then, with my right hand, I brought it crashing against her exposed cheek, spanking her hard.

She gasped in shock, but didn’t move. Was she awake? I don’t know. I spanked her again, and pushed my cock against her ass. She gasped again. Her hands suddenly shot down towards her waist, and I could see them strain against the makeshift binding. *Now* she was awake. “What’s happening!?” she suddenly said in a half-whine, an edge of panic in her voice as I tore her back into wakefulness and she realized something was wrong. “JAKE???” she said right after, her voice cracking in the middle of his name. In the fog of her suddenly being ripped from sleep by my hand across her ass, she must have thought Jake had come to drop my car off, and then gone much, much further.

I felt like I’d just had a metal baseball bat smash into my stomach. Never in my life before had I experienced such a strong, intense, an extreme instinctual need to *immediately* abandon what I was doing and hold someone close to comfort them. I wanted to do that so badly. It had only been a few seconds since the first time my hand slapped her ass to bring her consciousness, but they were some *damn fucking long seconds* let me tell you.

*I have to check.* She tried to twist towards me. I grabbed her shoulder roughly and pushed her away onto her stomach, pinning her there with my forearm, while I swung myself into the bed with one leg over her. She could barely resist, her muscles still mired in sleepy confusion. The weight of my body was split between the top of her thighs and my forearm between her spine and shoulderblade, easily holding her still. My cock naturally slid between her cheeks, dragging across her soft, warm skin, and joining her thong as it dove down out of sight between her legs. She was breathing heavily, practically gasping for air, helpless and powerless. “Colour?” I demanded, trying to bring her back to reality.

“What?? What’s happening!?!?” she said, still in a panic, failing to understand. Not a good sign. That was our sanity check. She’d never failed to respond to it before. *Never.* I’d asked her so many times, more than I could count. Every time I sensed the smallest bit of true discomfort in her. I slightly softened my grip pinning her shoulder and neck, and she flung her head to try and look at me as if I had still been standing at the edge of the bed. She saw nothing but darkness.

As softly and gently as possible without whispering, I leaned closer to her, and replied. “Mary..” pausing briefly, letting her process the sound of my voice, and doing my best to keep the tremble out of my next question as wave after wave of intense empathy crashed around through my body and mind. “What’s your colour?”

Finally, she started gaining some control over her breathing. One, two, three long and deep breaths. She stopped struggling against me. “Yellow.” she whined in reply. I felt my face heat up as an intense headrush engulfed me. Relief. My cock throbbed and pulsed against her in anticipation as if oblivious to the rest of my feelings.

*Wait.*

I waited. A few more deep breaths. The seconds ticked agonizingly by. What was it going to be next?

“Green..” she said, so quietly, so.. *submissively*. Like she’d turned herself over to me completely in one single word, and abandoned control over herself.

It was on.

The one word, spoken in such a way, sent a wave of heat through my body, like she’d just flipped a switch in me. I dropped my other hand to her thong, gripping it around the string that dove down to her pussy and roughly yanked it down her thighs, exposing her to me. I immediately slid my cock between her legs to her warm slit. She was slightly wet, but not nearly as wet as she’d normally be when I fucked her rough and hard. At this, her struggling resumed. I reapplied the pressure through my forearm to pin her back down. She managed to squirm her hands out from beneath her, but they were still bound tight by the belt, and simply laid there beside her with her fists clenched. As the head of my cock pressed against her pussy and began to force her open, she flexed her hips forward and clenched her ass, trying to pull herself away but being foiled by me firmly holding her down into the bed.

“Don’t!” she said. Her heavy and almost panicked breathing returned.

‘Don’t’ wasn’t a safe word. I pushed harder. Her pussy just barely took the tip of my cock, and her voice cracked again in the middle of the half-moan half-gasp that the feeling forced through her.

“Let me go!” she said, louder this time.

‘Let me go’ wasn’t a safe word. I pushed even more roughly. Now, with the thick head of my cock having paved the path to open her tight pussy for the rest of my thick shaft, it was easier. I thrust against her, pushing my hips right into her ass, her warm and soft skin pressing against my pelvis, as her pussy relented and took *all* of me. She practically shouted her next moan, a loud “AAAHH-aahhhnn!” as her body tensed up to the feeling of me filling her completely full so quickly, before relaxing somewhat as I finished bottoming out in her.

I didn’t stop to let her grow accustomed to the feeling. Just as soon as I felt myself as deep in her as I could force it, I started pulling my cock out, flexing it hard as I dragged the thick head along her inner walls, until the edge of the head slipped out of her pussy, feeling her outer lips part around it before coming back around and desperately clinging to the remainder of the tip, as if her pussy didn’t want to let go. I listened to her body, and not to her words, as I slammed myself back in, eliciting that same moan, seeing her shoulders tense up as she bent her arms up towards her face again and brought them beneath her chest where they pressed against her tits. I did it again. And again. And again. Faster each time, beginning to fuck her, *pound her*. With her hands between her tits and below her collar, she tried to push herself up with her forearms. I let myself fall against her with my next thrust, pinning her easily back down to the bed beneath me as I found the rhythm I wanted and fucked her. Her pussy was getting more and more wet by the moment, each thrust finding her pussy more easily and readily accepting my cock.

She moaned and screamed like a banshee. Her shoulders were so unbelievably tense I’m surprised she didn’t have a muscle spasm. Her hips seemed to alternate between pushing up and against me, trying to take me deeper, and down and away from me, trying to escape my cock. Her arms did much the same, I could feel her trying to push with her elbows to futilely bring herself towards the headboard and away from my relentless thrusts, as if that would somehow help, then pushing back towards me with her hips to feel me fuck her deeper. I’d never seen her like this before, and my cock had never felt like this before. That same numbness from earlier was still present. I hadn’t made any progress at all towards an orgasm. I was just *fucking her.*

While still on top of her, I wrapped both my hands around her neck, holding myself up between my palms on the nape of her neck with my fingers on her throat, and my knees placed on either side of her ass as I continued to slam my hard cock into her pussy. Within seconds of my first salvo of rough, deep, and hard thrusts pounding her by-now absolutely soaking wet pussy in this position, Mary’s body language changed completely. I had broken her.

There is nothing more erotic to Mary than the feeling of a hand around her neck. Let alone two.

Her face looked to the side. The moment my fingers had closed around her neck, she let in a deep, sensual gasp. I could practically *feel* the lust dripping from it. “Holy… *fuck!*” she growled as I began to fuck her again. She began to fucking *throw* her ass back at my cock as I pounded her, she whipped her bound hands from between her tits to between her legs. She thrust her torso into the bed and used the resulting bounce to try and slam her perfect ass back at my hips. My hips pounded so hard and fast against her ass as I fucked her prone down into the bed that it sounded like I was repeatedly spanking her with both hands. I tightened my grip on her neck to try and hold her stable as I growled in both pleasure and exertion. Her moans were deep, fast, and *primal* now. I was relentless, desperately flexing and pulsing my thick shaft in her pussy as I tried to feel *any* semblance of a coming orgasm, but to no avail.

“*Fuck my fucking pussy.*” she moaned. Mary doesn’t have a particularly imaginative mind when it comes to dirty talk, and she only does it when she’s completely lost control of herself.

I didn’t care. It turned me the fuck on.

“*FUCK MY FUCKING PUSSY!*” she said again, forcing the sentence through her gritted teeth. “Fuck me. FUCK ME. *RAPE ME.*”

This was.. so intense. I felt a stitch in my stomach building from the exertion. I ignored it, just like I ignored everything except for the feeling of her tight lips around me. I realized she had been cumming on my cock. I don’t know for how long, maybe as soon as she shouted that. She was laying there quivering and moaning, her ass jiggling and bouncing with every wave I slammed through her body as I pounded myself into her while she struggled to control her shaking legs. I didn’t stop. When her orgasm finished, she fucking *immediately* went back to desperately using her whole body to fling her pussy back along the length of my cock as I fucked her. She must’ve only made it three movements, before I heard her exhale in a short, loud, high pitched moan that was more of a gasp or yelp, and immediately start quivering again as she came. Then she immediately did it *again*, and instantly came *again*. By this time either of us would normally stop, take a quick breather, let ourselves regain control of ourselves.

But we weren’t ourselves anymore. We weren’t even fucking human.

I didn’t stop for a second as she did this. Finally, I felt warmth building in my cock, slowly progressing from base to tip. I swear her pussy knew it was coming, I could feel her gripping my cock, wrapping tightly around me as I got closer and closer. Every throb a bit more intense than the last.

This wouldn’t do.

I pulled out of her. She let out a little “Uuhhnnnn?” before breathily gasping, “What are you-”

“*Quiet.*” I growled back at her, interrupting her question. She obediently closed her mouth. I hooked my hands under her hips, and yanked her body sideways, pulling her legs off the side of the bed so her ass hung off at the perfect height for my standing cock to continue using her, without the awkwardness of needing to hold myself up with my knees forcing me to hold back. I slammed my cock back into her. She moaned loudly again. I spanked her ass with my right hand. She moaned even louder. I rounded her hair up in my left, and pulled her head up as I used her hair to control her body while I started to fuck her again. I kept spanking her ass, the sound of her cheeks taking my hand across them joining the chorus of my hips and thighs slapping against her with each thrust. I let go of her hair, and she suddenly fell forward to collapse against the bed. I placed my palm and fingers around her neck instead, pulling her head back up and gripping her tightly.

She began to shudder uncontrollably as she tried to arch her back forwards and back into the bed, but couldn’t with my hand holding her up by the throat. She squirted lightly on my cock as she came this time. Holy fuck. She *never* does that. Not since my very first time ever with her. Her lips were closed tight this time as she came, moaning “Mmmm! Mmmmm! Mmm! Mm! Mmmmm!” repeatedly. Was it because I’d commanded her to be quiet? My pondering was interrupted by the sudden realization that *I* was about to cum in her.

Oh. Fuck.

My cock exploded. I felt a hard stream of my cum course through my suddenly pulsating shaft and spray deep inside of her. Normally I’d stop, keeping myself buried deep inside of her, letting her feel each throb with perfect intimacy as I flooded her with my cum, both for her pleasure and for mine. Not this time. I kept fucking pounding her pussy, not caring about the tingle of uncomfortable sensitivity as my cock begged me to stop for a moment and just *feel* her. This wasn’t about me feeling her, this was about me dominating her.

I let go of her throat again, she collapsed into the bed again. I grabbed her hips, my fingers wrapping around the front of her body and digging into her soft, tender, and warm flesh. I fucked her. With each long pulse I could feel another rope of my cum shoot inside of her. I came so fucking hard, seeing the incredible, uncontrollable pleasure in Mary, making her *squirt* of all things.. fuck. It was almost, *almost* as good as the first time I’d ever been with her. It wasn’t long before the sound of my cock slapping into her was joined with the wet squelch of my cum, pulled out of her by the shape of my cock and dripping down her lips, frothing at her entrance as I used my hands on her hips to pull her body back into every thrust of mine. The stitch in my abdomen was growing in intensity, but I didn’t want to stop. Mary moaned, and came, and moaned, her hands still between her legs briefly flitted against my balls as I slammed my cock into her, before they pulled away for my next thrust. Then, they went to her clit, rubbing our mutual cum dripping out of her into herself. She came again. The tenseness in her body seemed to slowly disappear over the next minute or two, until she was finally almost limp, moaning an “Uhn!” once every few thrusts, no longer able to cum, devoid of energy.

That was it. I slowed my pace, and she let out a long, breathy sigh of complete and total satisfaction as I reduced myself to gently fucking her, overcome with my own exhaustion. Some clarity slowly returned to me as my pace reduced, until I finally stopped only halfway inside her as she laid there slouched in front of me. I loosened the grip of my fingers digging into her. That was it. We kind of just.. stopped. No insane climactic moment to round it all out, just the flame of a candle slowly choking itself on its own wax, flickering, and dying. I pulled out, barely even feeling the difference between her thoroughly fucked and flooded pussy and the empty air now surrounding my numb cock.

“Nooooo.” she whined in a whisper. “You don’t have to stop.”

I was panting too heavily to respond right away.

“It’s ok Alex, you don’t have to stop.”

I placed my cock against her ass, letting the hard shaft press between her cheeks, and leaned forward as I dug my thumbs into the small of her back and up towards her shoulders. She sighed. Despite what she said, this was one of those moments where I knew her limits. She wasn’t asking me to continue for her sake, but rather out of fear that she hadn’t done enough to satisfy me. Well, nothing could’ve been further from the truth. Instead, I felt a bit of fear and panic building inside of me, fear that I’d done something to hurt her. Someone could’ve offered me a million dollars to slam my forearm down onto her shoulders and continue pounding her and I would’ve laughed in their face at that moment.

I laid down beside her and put an arm across her, pulling her close. “Is everything alright?” I asked. She still hadn’t moved an inch, her face down in the bed and her body haphazardly splayed out bent over the bed. Without me supporting her, she began to slide off the edge of the bed away from me, and she kind of jerked as if she’d fallen asleep and the motion had woke her up. She laughed. “Yea. Help me up.” I laughed with her, and obliged.

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Some minutes later, she was bundled up on the couch in a blanket. I set two mugs of hot, ahem, *organic fair trade artisanal locally wood fire roasted freshly hand ground* coffee and a plate of some broken dark salted chocolate on the table in front of us, sat down beside her, and inserted myself into the blanket. We flicked on the TV and watched some mind numbing shit on youtube. Cat videos, drifting, mountain biking, whatever came up in the feed. We fell asleep there too, somewhere between 1 and 3 hours later. The damage to our sleep schedule took several days to repair. Nothing felt different between us, which I found to be surprising. Everything had gone.. quite well? *Too well*, though we didn’t know that at the time. We had the courage to try this again, though in a much different scenario.

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