As the sunset gently began to fade into dusk, the narrow path along the woods was still shining in a violett light. I was glad that darkness had not settled yet and that the summer evenings were still mild as my car had broken down just a few days before and I had to walk back home.
I was frustrated. Why was Terence rejecting me? Why didn’t he kiss me? Why didn’t touch me? I needed it. I did.
We had been dating for over two months now and in all that time hadn’t been physical whatsoever.
I was craving it. I had been craving it before and having him lay next to me from time to time had only made it worse. Yet, he wasn’t even looking at me in that way.
Whenever he was getting undressed and revealed what was hidden, I could feel a tickling sensation and I couldn’t help but wish for him to use it with me. For him to use ME.
Lost in my frustration, it took me some time to notice the man that was approaching me. He was staring at me and with every step he took, he seemed to be drifting towards me. When he was just inches away from me, he launched at me and wrapped his arms around my neck, trying to force me to the ground.
His right hand was covering my mouth and nose, making it unable for me to scream. I was fighting him as he pulled me towards a wooden shack that seemed to be deserted.
Suddenly I could feel his grip loosen and heard a grunting noise as my attacker was being pulled away from me.
When I whirled around, i could see him in the chokehold of another man.
He was way taller than my attacker and while he was holding him, he invaded my soul with his ice blue eyes.
His forearm was covered by a large scar and with his wide shoulders he was towering over the man that had been holding me just a few seconds before.
With his left hand he was holding a knife which he calmly moved towards my attackers neck.
With a single movement, he slid his throat.
His eyes rolled back and I could see the life leaving his body as he slowly collapsed to the ground.
He was dead.
Now, the man that had just erased his existence, was moving towards me.
I should have run but in shock i was unable to move.
Additionally, I felt weirdly drawn towards this man that had just murdered for me.
Seeing him take complete control over my attacker just to then take his life, had made me absurdly horny.
The look of his sharp face and his strong body chained me.
I could smell his odors as he stood right in front of me.
He aggressively grabbed my face and lowered his head, getting closer to my ear. With a deep and lustful whisper, he commanded:”You’re coming with me!”
With every word I could feel my pussy getting wetter to the point of dripping.
I stood no chance against him as he lifted me up and carried me inside the shack where he recklessly pushed me against the wall.
It felt like he could fit his hand around my entire neck as he started choking me with his right.
I could feel my blood pumping in my ear, becoming more and more lightheaded.
I didn’t dare to fight him.
No, he had earned me. I was nothing but his prize for saving me.
His heavy breathing drove me crazy as he ripped my shirt of and cut my bra in half with his knife.
He wanted to take me and there was nothing i could do against it.
Our breathing synchronized as soon as i sensed his rough tounge circling around my nipples.
I had just closed my eyes, when he pushed me down on the floor, getting back to choking me.
“Show me how grateful you are!”, he demanded with an intimidating growl.
My hands were shaking in excitement as I unzipped his pants and freed his throbbing cock from it’s prison.
I started licking the shaft, working my way up to his tip but he wanted more.
He grabbed me by my hair and started thrusting. As he accelerated and his thrusts became harder, i tried fighting my urge to gag and it was only when i dug my nails into his muscular thighs that he would give me a rest.
I was collapsing onto his feet, grasping for air, gagging, with strings of saliva covering my lips.
I was feeling dizzy when he picked up, placed me on the bed and made me lay on my stomach. I couldn’t see him but I could hear him and I could feel him.
I could feel his breath on my ear as he was laying down on top of me. I could feel his throbbing cock rythmically banging against my pussy to the beat of his heart and I could feel the heat he was emanating.
“You’re gonna be my little whore!”, he hissed as he entered me. He made me feel every inch, lowering his dick into my soaking pussy.
That’s what i had been missing. This feeling of fullness. His dick touched me in places i had been begging to be touched in.
I couldn’t keep myself from moaning as he slowly pulled him out.
With an increasing pace he penetrated me over and over again.
He used me.
I could feel my inner tension rising as he brought me closer and closer to climaxing, before i finally erupted and shivered in a continuous moan.
But he kept going.
He didn’t care.
All he was focused on was my slutty pussy pleasuring him.
He started pushing my face down into a pillow, making it hard for me to breath and moan but this power he had over me just drove me even wilder than before.
I could hear his moaning and grunting become more intense and the thought of him ejaculating inside of me brought me straight to the edge of another orgasm.
With deep and powerful thrusts, he orgasmed, unloading a huge blow of semen inside of me.
He distributed his warm cum along the walls of my tight pussy as I was begging for him to keep going.
I wanted to cum again.
But he just pulled out and got dressed, leaving me alone with his cum slowly running down my labia.