I (F20’s) asked a guy (M20’s) to introduce me to some kinks, he choked and fist fucked me (NON CON, BREATHPLAY, ANAL, FIST FUCK, AFTERCARE)

He is drooling.
Cleaning up the saliva from his lips with the back of his hand.
I am completely naked and he locked the door. There is no running, there is no hiding.
I feel like prey.
Like a dish served hot on a hungry man’s dinner table.
I don’t move. I barely breathe.
Trevor is always playful, even when I tease him to hell and back. Even when he hate fucks me. Now, he feels different. He looks different… staring at my tits like he could bite a whole chunk of them off.
His breathing is so heavy I can hear it… I can feel it.
“Bend over” he says.
I cross my arms making my boobs pop up and it’s like I have strings going from my nipples to Trevor’s sanity. Because my tits move as I breathe and he seems to be squirming inside his own skin.
“You know what was funny?”
“Bend over”
“The way you held on to your beer all night. It was the bottle I shoved in my pussy, wasn’t it? You finished drinking it, but you didn’t put the damn thing down. I noticed this one time when someone tried to take it and you almost lost it. Were you really that desperate to smell me? I mean, what was up with that?”
“Tess?”
“Yeah?”
“Bend over”
“Make me”
“Ok” he says, quickly and carelessly. He grabs me before he even finishes replying. And considering his reply was only two letters, that was quite impressive.
He grabs one of my wrists and my waist, trying to turn me over so he can fuck my ass. I don’t fight him too much, but I don’t make it easy for him either. Trevor is large and thick. I swear his arms are about as thick as my thighs so when he grabs me like this, there is little hope for me even if I was trying to fight him with all I had.
“It’s so fucking easy to make you” he whispers “You said you wanted to be taken against your will and I thought I was gonna be sore and broken the following morning. But no… you’re like a little kitten with no claws”
Why does he have to do that?
Yeah, I know he is like four times my size, but there is no need to humiliate me.
“If I wanted to hurt you, you’d hurt” I say.
“If you wanted to hurt me, I’d tickle”
“Can you be quiet while you fuck me? Sometimes your voice pisses me off”
“You say that and I feel like singing” he grabs me harder and bends me over.
“At least when Ethan dry humped me, he just went for it. Instead of giving it intros like a little bitch”
Is it possible to hear someone’s blood boil?
I think it is.
I think I can hear it now.
Trevor backs off. I am bent over with my naked ass up and yet he is the one in a vulnerable position.
“What the fuck did you just say to me?”
I turn my head to the side and repeat it, carefully, like he is dumb “That when Ethan rubbed his cock against my ass, all he made me listen to was his warm moans. And I enjoyed it more than…”
He shuts me up by grabbing my throat.
His hand is large and strong, when he puts his fingers on my neck they go around me almost completely. And then he squeezes.
He’s done some versions of this before: choking me. But, like I said, it always felt playful. This time it feels real. This time his fingers are unrelenting, tightening around my throat to the point where I can’t even gasp because I have no air. Trevor hasn’t had a hair cut in a while and his hair falls over his eyebrows almost reaching his eyes and when he brings my face close to his, his hair tickles my nose.
“Apologize”.
“Fuck you” I whisper with whatever breath I have left.
He licks his lips like he is about to commit a crime. And then his face disappears from my line of sight as he turns me around. He sits on his bed and grabs me by throat and hair to bend me over his knee so he can spank me.
I am fully naked.
He is fully dressed.
There is something mind numbing erotic about being at a man’s disposal like this.
That and the fact that he is far to strong for me to do anything. He moves me around like I’m a little rag doll, made of cotton and light fabric. He wants me this way, then he wants me that way. I have to oblige no matter how many times I say fuck you, because he is right… I can’t fight him. And I’ll be damned if that doesn’t turn me on.
I sink my elbows in his bed and try to arch my back a little so I can look at him, but he has his fingers on my hair, shoving my face down like I’m a disrespectful servant.
“Don’t fucking move” he lets go of my hair, but still has me grabbed by the neck. He needs one hand to… spank me? That’s what I think, but the hit never comes.
That’s when I hear it: that sweet sweet sound of leather running through loops of jeans. He is removing his belt with only one hand, he loops it around his hand once, like a lasso and rubs it against my pussy.
I close my eyes.
Fuck, this is good.
My puss is still fresh from waxing to the point where my skin is very sensitive. Even panties and shorts pressing against it already feel a little odd. The leather on his belt is something else. Hard and edgy. He caresses my slit with it and I feel it slide more and more as it gets lubed up by my pussy honey. But then he turns it a bit and the edges of the leather hit my clit like a knife, waking me up from the torpor of pleasure with a slice of pain.
I bite my lips to have some control over my moans.
Fuck, I like pain.
I really fucking love pain.
I had no idea.
I can’t really understand it or explain it.
If I am being completely honest, I am not even sure I can accept it.
But it’s true.
The edges of the belt cut into my pussy and I feel my tits going hard and my head going light.
“Apologize, and you get the belt” he says “Don’t apologize and I’ll fist fuck you. Choose”
“I want the belt” I beg. Fuck I want that belt. I wanna feel it burning against my ass.
I am bent over his legs, so my boobs are brushing agains his jeans. I can’t really move my arms in this position, not without him squeezing my throat tighter.
“Apologize”.
“I’m sorry” I say begrudgingly while rolling my eyes.
“Did I hear attitude in your voice?”
“You heard an apology. Don’t be a needy bitch”
I think he dropped the belt on the bed because the thing being pressed against my pussy is his hand. He fucks me with one finger and that is enough to kill the mood.
I am bent over his knee laughing my naked ass off.
That was his threat? Really?
He threatened to fist me but decided to… finger me instead?
“This is how you punish me?” I am laughing. He puts another finger in but whatever “I think you lost your skill, Trev. I’m bored”
The hand around my neck chokes me so hard my whole head shakes back, like a bad dog being pulled by the collar. That’s when finger three and four go in. And the finger five.
My eyes go wide cause this feels weird as fuck.
I’ve had some pretty large dicks in me, Trevor’s being one of them but a full fucking clenched fist plus some forearm is too much. My pussy muscles are stretching like I am giving birth to his arm, and there is so much man inside me that all those little delicious nerves inside my puss are feeling him, everywhere at the same time.
He presses in a little more.
Fuck.
Ok.
Enough right?
How much of his forearm is he gonna ravage me with?
He is hard in his jeans. His erection is obvious, poking me across his lap, like he is ready to fuck me through his pants and my stomach.
I try to say no, but he is grabbing my throat too tightly so I shake my head.
“You ready to apologize?”
I nod and he lets me go so I can speak.
“I’m sorry” I squirm my whole body still bent over his lap trying to escape his fist but I don’t think it’s possible for a woman in my situation to escape this hold at all.
“What?” He pretends he didn’t hear.
I sink my fingers in his sheets so violently I’m unmaking his bed.
He shoves his fist deeper and I scream.
“I’m sorry. Fuck. Trevor, I’m sorry. I’m sorry”
“What for, baby?” He pulls my hair, arching my body so he can whisper against my temple.
I thought fisting was like being fucked by a large dick.
I was adorably wrong.
Being fisted is like being fucked by an unnaturally large never-ending monster dildo. It’s the thickest thing you ever had up your pussy. It’s the longest thing you ever had up your pussy. And while a man’s hips and thighs carry a lot of punch, being fucked by a dominant hand has a powerful kick of its own. And it’s easier… he doesn’t have to hold his body weight on his hands and elbows, which means he won’t get as tired as fast.
I try to move my legs to crawl away from his lap and get that fucking arm out of my pussy but he has a hold of my hair like I’m a pet. Like he is trying to have me bathed and cleaned and I am not cooperating.
“Shh-shh. What are you apologising for?”
“For… for…” I am still trying to crawl, trying to squirm, trying to turn. That arm inside me doesn’t feel natural one bit and yet I am leaking pussy juice like an ice cream cone in the summer, pulling and pushing his bed linen until his sheet are a clump around us “Fuck, Trev… for whatever. For everything. For calling you names. I’m sorry. Please, I’m sorry”
He takes his fist out and I feel like I am breathing for the first time.
He kisses my temple, says “Good girl” and then he hits me.
His belt smacks my ass so hard I can hear it echo around the walls.
I gasp in surprise, grabbing his thigh and pressing my stomach against his erection like a whore.
“That’s my good girl” he smiles, stroking my hair “You want more?”
“Yes, please, daddy” I think I say these words, but they come out of my mouth sounding like one single long moan.
He whips me again.
I noticed he has been spanking me harder every time he does it. And every time I think “ok, now he is spanking me as hard as he can” only to be proved wrong the next time, when his hit is even stronger.
The belt hurts me the worst. But now I’m not sure if he can still do more.
“Trev?”
“Yeah, baby?”
“Are you hitting me as hard as you can?”
“No, sweetie” he caresses my ass before spanking it again “You want daddy to be kinder?”
“No” I spill so fast it makes him laugh “I wanna feel the hardest you can do. Can you stop holding back?”
“No. We go slow”
“Please” I cry, pressing my body against his cock “Please, Trev. Please, spank your baby girl. She wants it”
“Does she?” He kisses my forehead.
“Yes, please”
“The hardest I can?”
“Yes” I have a smile now. I am so wet, it’s pathetic.
“Ok” he whispers “this is gonna hurt”
“Don’t hold back” I beg and brace for it.
He doesn’t hold back.
He whips my ass with such an intense violence my whole body moves forward and he needs to hold me to keep me in place. The sound is so loud I am sure everyone heard us downstairs and… if they didn’t hear the sound of leather against skin, they definitely heard my scream.
It burns. Like the belt slashed my flesh and I now have an open wound.
It’ hard and painful… and delicious.
“Fuck” Trevor sounds upset “I shouldn’t have done that” he kisses my ass cheeks where he hit them “That’s gonna leave a mark”
“It doesn’t hurt so much” I say, but that’s just cause I’m wet like a virgin being fingered for the first time. It does hurt. A lot.
“It will hurt tomorrow. Fuck, I shouldn’t have done that” he kisses my ass cheeks again and I wanna hold him and call him baby so bad right now “I’m not letting you decide things anymore”
“Ok, daddy”
“I decide everything from now on, yes?”
“Yes” I nod, like I’m the best girl ever and I get another kiss on the forehead. I don’t know what the fuck is wrong with me but I am loving these.
“I want your ass now, ok?” He whispers against my temple and he sounds so gentle “I’m gonna fuck it really hard, but you’re gonna take it, ok, baby?”
“I’ll take it”
“Good girl. Bend over”
I obey really fast. What the fuck, Tess? I don’t know why I’m suddenly cooperating but these forehead kisses after the hard spanking are something else.
My clit is so sensitive I can feel it throbbing.
I am so wet that I barely feel any friction when I move my thighs.
“Like this?” I ask, putting my ass up while he unzips his pants.
“Yeah, that works. Stay right there. This is gonna be hard, ok? It will hurt again. But you made me wait all night like a fucking cunt so I will go really hard”. Fuck, he sounds sweet. How can he say mean things and sound so sweet?
“I can take it”
“Of course you can” he says with an adoring voice “Here” he has his cock out and close to my face “Put this in your mouth to lube it up”.
Oh fuck yeah.
I swallow it, spitting on it and licking it good.
Trevor has that loud manly moan that makes me almost reach an orgasm.
“Slowly” he growls “Don’t make me cum. Not yet”
I take him out of my mouth.
“Is this ok?” I stroke it up and down. He has his eyes closed and I think he forgot what he was supposed to do next “Daddy!” I cry “Aren’t you gonna fuck my ass?”
“Yeah, baby” he seems out of it, which makes me feel incredibly fucking hot. He grabs my hips and presses the tip of his cock against my hole.
I had him there before, it was quite fast but it didn’t hurt as much as I thought it would.
But I had a feeling he was going really easy before and I don’t think he’ll be as kind now.
His hands sway through my curves. Trying my butt and my waist, then all the way to my tits and back.
“You are so good” he says, and I don’t think he means my attitude.
He leans over me so he can kiss my nape and whisper in my ear.
“Tessie?”
“Hm?”
“You like it rough, don’t you?”
“Yeah…” I moan like I am pleading.
“I’m gonna show you I can rough you up without you having to make me hate you, ok?”
I think he got a lube somewhere cause I feel a cold gel in my ass.
“I thought you liked brats” I pout.
“Oh, baby, I love brats. But I can be a hard fuck either way. You ready?”
I nod and the strangest thing happened.
It’s like Trevor is now Two Trevors.
Trevor One is sweet and kind. He is worried about me and making sure I am ok. He kisses me on the shoulder and the tone on his voice makes me feel… loved?
Trevor Two is a sadistic dom. He doesn’t give a fuck about my well being and will rough fuck my ass like I’m a sex doll with a plastic hole. His hand is heavy and he’ll spank or pinch anything he wants.
Trevor One seems to be in charge of lips and voice.
Trevor Two seems to be in charge of body and words.
“That ass is mine now, you fucking cunt. I’m gonna fuck it so rough, you’ll be asking permission to sit from now on”, the words coming out of his mouth sound horrible. Nasty. But his voice! His tone! It’s so low and soft. Endearing. Like a teacher who really cares about you and wants to explain that the exam will be hard but you’ll be better for it.
His body around me has absolute control over me. His hands on my hips push my ass into his cock in one sweep. He is not slow or calm. He ravages my once virgin ass like a viking assault. Like he is gonna come, ransack me and leave whenever the fuck he wants.
His cock is thick and my ass is inexperienced, so it hurts.
But I can’t even be bothered by it, cause while his body is violently taking mine with no care, his lips are on my nape and down my shoulder giving me the sweetest kisses.
And his moans! God. I love a man who can moan. Loudly. Proudly. I can feel his pleasure through them. The moans and growls and groans and howls. He is feeling my ass so good.
“Fuck, you’re tight” he gasps “I hope you enjoy this cause I’m fucking your ass everyday”
“If I don’t enjoy it?”
“Then I’ll take it with you kicking and screaming” he says with that loving tone and fucks it harder.
I am moaning myself. Barely able to stop. Biting through the clump os sheets I made around us to try and keep quiet.
Trevor humps me from behind like an animal, with such power on his hips that every time he slams into me, I feel the belt wound on my ass cheeks burn again.
It all hurts. Anal hurts, specially with how hard he is doing it. The spankings also. It’s all the good pain… the one I like. But I am missing some pleasure to make it better.
“Can you make me cum?” I ask.
“Be quiet or I’ll gag you”
“Please, daddy. Finger me a little?”
“Oh, sweetheart.” He kisses my back “No. I am just gonna use you and fill you up with jizz. You’re worthless, you understand? Taking my cum is all you’re good for”
What.
Why.
This is so odd.
I feel upset. He says that and I am longing for my forehead kisses again. Why?
How does he do this? He makes me… needy.
But he… he does finger me.
He places his hand just in reach of my slit and clit, fingers lined up in a way that when he fucks me, the movement makes my pussy brush by all his four fingertips.
Little bit of pleasure.
But not enough.
So I try to hump his fingertips like a dog, wiggling my hips trying to find them underneath me. He lets me have them but every now and them he pulls them away a little bit.
“Before I’m done. I did promise you this” he growls. His fingers vanish for a second and I almost cry out in despair, but the air gets robbed from me when his belt loops around my neck and he pulls.
Like a pet on a leash. Tight around my throat, choking me the hardest he ever has.
If my clit had a mouth, it would scream. I am so horny I could cum just by being spanked. I can feel every part of my body so clearly. Spread open on all fours on someone’s bed, tits shaking at every strike of a thick cock burning all the way up my ass. The bright pain on my ass cheeks still reminding me of the whipping, while Trevor shoves his pussy juice soaked fingers in my mouth to gag me. Not that I had to be gagged… with that belt looped around me like a noose, I can’t even breath right let alone speak.
I feel like a piece of meat being served and loving every second of it.
I had no idea sex could be this good.
No idea.
God, how will I ever go plain missionary ever again?
He holds the belt with one hand, keeping me leashed like a wild horse and takes his other hand back between my thighs. He slides two fingers through my pussy lips keeping them open. He doesn’t touch me anywhere else. But the strikes of his cock makes my body move and, open like that, it feels like some fresh breeze hits my pussy and fuck my ever lasting life, that feels glorious. Just the puffs of air are enough to make my clit sing and dance. I start moaning like I am begging for my life.
“I’m keeping you as a pet now. Gonna cage you with your shaved pussy up so I can have it every morning for breakfast. But first you’re gonna give me a color, hm?”
I remain quiet cause I’m not sure I understood.
“You hear me, you cunt? Give daddy a color. Right now”
I don’t know what to say. If I say red he’ll stop and I don’t want him to stop. But the belt is a bit tight so I try “Y-yellow”.
The belt immediately loosens. I think he dropped it completely and brings his hand to my throat instead. Holding me lightly.
“And your ass?” He moans.
“It has your shape by now, daddy”
“Good. So fucking good” God, I love his moans. I’m gonna cum “Here, you can fuck this”
He puts a pillow between my thighs and its not a lot, but it’s something. My clit is so desperate to be included and to get any touch at all that my whole body dives for that pillow like it’s the last life jacket on a sinking ship. It’s fluffy and does very close to nothing to tame down my needs, but my body is in agony so I take it.
And I gotta confess…
I miss the belt.
On my throat.
Trev still has a hand there but it’s not the same.
Maybe I was just a bit scared of the novelty. I don’t know.
“Daddy?”
“Yes, baby?”
“It was green before” I decide.
“What?”
“You can choke me with the belt, I liked that better”
Trevor laughs out.
“Of course you did. Fucking whore, you are” he grabs my neck with both hands really tight but doesn’t bring the belt back. Hand does the trick though.
I can’t breath right.
His muscles tighten and I know he is about to cum.
“Fucking cunt” he moans “I’m gonna dump my load in you now. What will you say?”
“I’ll say thank you” I gasp, choking.
“Yeah?”
“Thank you, daddy”
“Yes, you will”
My pussy found a nice angle to hump the pillow, on one of its edges where the pillowcase fold makes it a bit harder. So I am rubbing my clit against it like it’s a full sized dick. The cock in my ass is actually starting to feel good.
Being deprived of oxygen makes every sensation crazy intense. Like they all last way longer than they are supposed to.
I am so close.
Fuck.
I just need a little more.
Just a little more.
“Rub my pussy?” I beg “Please, fuck, rub my pussy” I try to take my hands there to do it myself and Trevor gives up the choke to hold my elbows back. He does it so overwhelmingly that I lose my balance completely, with my arms fully pulled behind my back, my face drops into the mattress. I can’t move. He holds me by the elbows and fucks my ass like a beast. Moaning and breathing loudly rising up to his orgasm.
My body shakes and convulses.
I just need a slap in my pussy. A spank in my ass. A bite on my ear. I swear to God, I just need a little nudge and I’ll cum too.
Trevor starts climaxing and my entire body feels the despair of not being allowed the delicious release it has been anticipating.
“PLEASE” I cry out “Fuck, Trev, PLEASE” I move my ass back humping his cock, squeezing my pussy muscles to try and make myself cum.
And just as he is about to tip over, just as he is almost done, he grabs my puss and my clit.
It’s not a brushing of the fingers, it’s not calm or discreet.
He violates me. Rubs my clit so forcefully it feels like he might rip it off and take half my pussy lip with it.
Going from zero touch, to little touch, to fresh air to being vigorously manhandled like that, is more than my clit could ever take. It’s just like the Two Trevors. The light touches versus the strong violations. The hardness versus the forehead kisses. My eyes roll all the way to the back of my head. I open my mouth in a silent scream while orgasm tears me into twenty pieces of Tess. His moans in my ear are so fucking hot. I can’t hold it in. I turn my face to the side just enough to lick him and that does it for him too. He rubs my clit even stronger and my orgasms (which was almost over) comes back with a vengeance. I feel it building up and blowing up again. One on top of the other. His hot jizz fills my ass and I loose my grasp of reality. My head becomes numb and I think I am squirting all over his bed. He never stops rubbing me. Never. Until I’m done. Until I’m dead.
We both drop on his bed breathing like we just survived a double marathon. It takes us fifteen minutes before either one of us can move.
And he is the one to do it fist.
Turning to get something in his drawer before turning to me with a… gel? Of some kind?
He takes some of it out of the tube and gently spreads it on my ass cheeks where the belt hit me.
“Trev…” I laugh “I’m fine. It’s fine. I asked for it”
“Yeah, but it’s gonna hurt like a bitch tomorrow” he says, ignoring me to keep on pouring gel on my wound “Can’t believe I did it. You’re crazy, I can’t listen to you”
“Well, in your defense, you were really horny”
“I should know better”
“Relax!” I pinch his ear “And I should go” I check the time and you know… it’s a safe bet that all the people in this house now know we are having sex, but one can still try to play innocent.
“No. You’re sleeping here tonight” he says.
“Excuse me?”
“Tess, please. I was really rough with you tonight”
“You’ve been rough before” I look around for my towel.
“Not like this, I wasn’t. Please stay? Let me take care of you?”
“Wow, Trev” I tease him “I am a little disappointed. Take care of me?”
“Tessa…”
“Have you gone soft? Cause I gotta tell you, a true dom would…”
“Tessa, red, ok? Red. I’m serious right now”
I drop my smirk.
“I’m sorry. I thought you were just being silly”
“I’m not” he slowly brings me back to bed and into his arms “Listen, being this rough while being this intimate is something that takes its toll”
“I feel fine. Truly! I wanted all that!”
“I know. But it’s still hard on the body. And… on the mind, I guess”
“Trev, I’m ok. I promise”
“You are ok right now. But in half an hour, you might feel it overcome you, and you might wanna cry and…
“And if that happens, I’d rather be alone!”
“And if that happens, I need to be there for you”
“I’m a grown woman, I’m not your responsibility”
“That’s exactly what you are! Tess…” he rubs his eyes “You trusted me to do all this to you. You trusted me to *hurt you*. It is my responsibility to make sure you are ok. Please?” He rubs my arms, gently “If it’s all the same to you, please sleep here with me? I’ll get you some gel if you’re hurting, I’ll hold you and make sure you are ok. Please?”
I hesitate, looking at him.
I really do feel fine.
But being hugged and kissed doesn’t seem all that bad.
“Maybe forehead kisses?” I joke, even though it’s not completely a joke.
“Definitely forehead kisses” he grabs me into his arms and pulls me under the blankets before covering me with kisses. On my cheeks, my lips and, yes, my forehead “We also need to talk” he says “I need to know what you liked and didn’t like. And how you felt with everything”
“Ok. But can we do that tomorrow? I’m really tired”
He takes a deep breath like he’d really rather do that now, but he’ll give in.
“Yeah, we can do that tomorrow. But we will do that, you hear?”
“Sir, yes, sir!” I salute him, making a little light of his seriousness.
“And hey” he runs his thumb over my lips, caressing me so sweet “You know I say a bunch of stuff cause I know you like to hate fuck, but they are not true, right?”
“What do you mean?”
“Well… when I call you worthless, for instance. You’re not worthless” he kisses my lips and something inside of me is melting “You’re priceless” he smiles.
He has such a lovely smile.
Oh fuck.
Oh no.
No, no, no.
Tessa, don’t you dare start liking him.
Don’t you fucking dare.
“Thank you for trusting me, Tess”
“Thank you for not being an asshole all the time”
“Just some of the time, hm?” he laughs.
“Most of time!” I tease and he jokingly bites me making me smile “Are you gonna sleep with all these clothes on?”
“No!” he jumps out of the bed quickly to get his clothes off and is back in a second.
He pushes me into his arms and sinks his nose in my hair. I hug him back. He feels really warm and soft, even though all his muscles are so big and hard.
He kisses my hair.
“Good nigh, Tessie”
“Good night, Trev”
Yeah.
I’m fucked.

[ANAL] [NON-CON] [TEASING] I (M20’S) took her (F20’S) virgin ass and she made me pay for it

So this happened back in 2020. It was august, I think.
I was trapped at my dad’s place during lockdown… with his brand new wife and her 20 something year old daughter.
His wife, Janet, is a nice old lady who keeps to herself.
Her daughter, Tessa, is a delicious meal cooked by Lucifer himself to destroy the diets of men.
I was never a prince, right? I was never a nice guy or a gentleman.
But I wasn’t some horny devil spawn either… that was before I made my sex deal with Tess.
We were both going crazy with abstinence, so we made an arrangement. She wanted to try some new kinks, and God did I want to show them to her.
It was a plan to keep our sanities.
And it worked for 2 minutes.
And now…
Well, now I’m pretty sure Tessa wants to drive me mad.
She has some friends staying over (they got tested and all, chill) and she is flirting with one of the guys.
We are supposed to be having sex, me and her.
I was supposing to be sleep fucking her and hate fucking her and ass fucking her and fist fucking her and any other kind of fucking for which pornhub had a category… but instead, I can barely get her alone anymore. Instead I gotta watch her play flirt with one of these guys.
“Ethan” he is called.
I call him “hmshhm”. No, that’s not a word. It’s a mumble. A growl. Fuck him.
I hate him.
Does Tessa care?
No. Cause that damn woman wants to drive me mad.
She wants me in a padded room and a straightjacket.
Listen, it’s not just that she is playfully flirting with her idiot friend, Ethan. It’s not just that I haven’t fucked her in four days cause all her friends are staying over. It’s not even that every morning when I eat my cereal there’s always the fucking purple spoon I shoved in her pussy. It’s none of that.
It’s the bikini.
It’s that fucking tiny red bikini that makes my blood boil to the point where my soul is cooking inside my flesh.
I don’t know what she is trying to do. I think she is still trying to make me hate her?
I think Tessa is so new to kink she doesn’t understand I don’t need to hate her to be rough. And she loves being hate fucked so bad she doesn’t wanna lose it.
I wanna hold her and tell her “baby, I can rough you up all night and never stop caring about you”, but I don’t think she is there yet.
And Tessa is like a baby calf who is really curious about fire and kitchens, but has just been told what a veal is. If I move too fast she’ll jump.
I gotta be slow.
I gotta be dead slow.
Which is no easy feat, let me tell you, because on morning number 5 of her friends being over, she walks into the kitchen and Ethan… this little weasel of a man who thinks he has a chance with Tess… smiles at her with his sneaky little weasel teeth and says “good morning, baby”.
Baby.
He calls her baby.
Anybody knows how many times you gotta hit a weasel with a spoon before it dies?
Cause I’m considering it.
But I play it cool.
She doesn’t belong to me. We were never exclusive, hell we were never even together really.
This is no business of mine. So I try to ignore the tingling sensation of rage spreading through my body and play it cool. I don’t think anyone noticed my quick display of jealousy, so at least my dignity is unharmed.
Or at least so I thought.
Cause that’s when Fucking Tess sits close to Idiot Ethan. She smiles back at him like a sweetheart, kisses his cheek with lingering lips and whispers “morning, baby” back at him.
Like, fuck me, right?
She never calls me “baby” unless she is dead after an orgasm that I had to put a lot of effort into. But he gets a “baby” after a smile?
And its not even a pretty smile. He is all… weasel and… weasel-like.
He is fit, yeah. And I suppose some people would say he looks ok.
But Tess is far too hot for him.
Like, very far. Like this man over here is trying to get to Jupiter on his Honda Civic.
I take the deepest of breaths and try to ignore it cause she is not my girl and… she looks at me.
This fucking cunt looks at me like she is having the time of her life.
She noticed I’m jealous, didn’t she?
And now she is trying to make me mad so I’ll fuck her right.
Well, no problem, baby girl. If that’s what you want, that’s what you’re getting. But get up from that chair before… and it’s too late.
Weasel has his arm around her shoulders, talking really close like they are old time lovers.
I eat my cereal cause I can’t eat my own teeth.
She wants me mad.
I’m mad.
I’d rather rough fuck her while giving her sweet kisses, but this woman wants all hate all the time.
They are in their early twenties, with their college classes suspended, so their plan is to spend the day in the pool. I am on the other half of the 20’s and have some work to do so I’m not joining.
I lock myself in my room and try not to think about Tess in a bikini with Ethan.
I try not to think about her smooth silky skin under my teeth. I try not to think about the sound my belt would make running into her ass cheeks.
She said she wanted that.
She wants a belt spanking, a choking and some non-con. That’s what she requested. “And more” she said. Stuff she doesn’t yet know.
That’s her list.
I have one of my own.
I wanna fist fuck her. I want that sweet virgin ass around my cock. I wanna fuck her tits. I wanna cum in her throat. And at least one time, in this life the Lord has given me, I’d like to tie her up and gag her, so she’d be very quiet while her pussy gets slammed.
But I’m trying to work.
So I have to not think about that for a few hours.
Not an easy thing to do, but I am a mighty warrior, I am.
As soon as I’m done, I go to the yard for a beer and that’s when I see it.
The red bikini.
They’ve been hanging at the pool every other day, but she always chose to wear something a bit more.. modest. I mean they were still bikinis and she was still smoking hot, but this red thing she is wearing today looks like it slipped out of a porn production.
You know those fucking tiny pieces the women wear in porn before they start stripping and masturbating? Like they are two sizes too small and are about to pop off at any second. It covers just enough to make you drool and shows just enough to make you hard, but it’s the blatant promise of more that catches the eye.
And Ethan has a fucking arm around her waist.
I’m gonna go mad.
“Hey! You done with work?” She smiles like a sweet little thing, fooling me not one bit. Specially because, as she says that and I walk towards her, she runs her finger through the strings. You know those fucking strings in bikini bottoms? On the sides? That look like they are being held together by nothing short of a miracle?
Yeah, those things.
Tessa plays with the strings on the sides. And she does it slowly. Like a porn director somewhere just yelled “action”.
She is trying to drive me mad.
Padded room and straightjacket.
I can’t take my eyes off her pussy.
I grab my jaw. I rub my face.
I keep grabbing my jaw.
I keep rubbing my face.
I don’t think there is a word in the realms of men to describe how much I want to anal that woman. How much I want my dick in her ass until she screams and begs.
I am livid.
I can feel lust oozing out of me through my skin in a cold sweat.
“Yeah. I’m done” I say.
I’m done, Tess.
I’m so fucking done.
“You didn’t get a beer?” She asks.
No, Tessa. I planned on it, but then I saw you in this oh so fucking gorgeous red bikini and now I forgot what a beer is supposed to be.
“Not yet” I say.
“I’ll get you one” she volunteers and I follow her like that was the goal all along.
“How many times are we still gonna do this?” I ask when we are somewhat alone, in the kitchen.
“Do what?”
“You trying to rattle me so I’ll fuck you harder”
“Is that what I’m doing?”
“That’s exactly what you’re doing. You understand I can still fuck you like a cunt even if you don’t act like one?”
“You can always fuck me like a cunt, cause that’s what you are. Asshole” she adds under her breath.
She is truly trying to drive me insane. Truly.
I do some more jaw grabbing and face rubbing until she bends over.
She.
Bends.
Over.
Under the premise of looking for a beer on the lower part of the fridge and I don’t know, man… maybe it’s innocent. But you know Tessa as well as I do at this point. Would you bet on her innocence? Would you really?
I don’t.
And even if I did, I am still a hot blooded man.
When she bends over, I can see the lines of her pussy all pressed up against the fabric. I slide my finger there, just to feel her cause it’s been a while and I miss her.
She jumps up a little as if she didn’t expect it, tightening up her puss and ass. But right after a cute little gasp, she relaxes and stays put, gladly accepting my fingering while trying to pretend she doesn’t care about it.
“This fucking bikini is gonna make me lose my mind” I think I say it out loud, but I am so horny I can’t think straight.
“You like it? You should see me without it”
“Yeah? You wanna go upstairs?” I ask.
“What’s wrong with right here? You lost your balls?”
“You know the story of the little girl who played with fire?” I push her bikini to the side.
“Let me guess, she got bur…OH” I grab her puss and finger her for a second before I notice something that makes my whole blood… listen: my WHOLE blood get drained down to my cock.
“What the fuck?” I stop, feeling goosebumps so powerful my knees shiver “Did you…” I gotta check this out. I hook her bikini to get it out of the way so I can look “Did you wax? Did you wax… for me?”
“I waxed for the bikini” she pushes my hand away.
“I wanna see” I pull my cock out, still holding her in place, cause I wanna see it, sure… But I also wanna dick her right after that.
“Well, too bad. You won’t”
“Why not”
“Cause you called me a cunt. I don’t know if I liked that”
I snark, cause I’m so fucking done with these little games.
“Tessa, I’m not gonna keep remiding you of safe words, do you understand? You know what it is and you said you wanted non-con, so be warned. Next time I feel you deserve to get dick, I’ll give it to you”
“I’ve been waxing for 3 days and you only just noticed” she shrugs, still bent over trying to find me a beer “So excuse me if I’m not holding my breath for your cock. At this point, I’m not even sure you have a dick anymor… OH” she gasps again as I fuck her, just the tip though. Just a little bit of dick to shut her up “Trevor, people are right outside” she gasps with heavy eyelids, scratching my thighs over the jean “Get a hold of yourself!”
“Dont’t fuck with fire, Tessa” I move my hips and shove my whole cock in until my balls slap her.
Just one hump.
One.
One taste of it.
Then I pull out.
Fully.
And I wanna stop here to get some credit cause do you have any idea how hard it is to pull completely out of a steaming hot woman who’s been driving you insane for five days?
It’s hard.
Trust me.
I should get a medal or something.
Cock goes back in the pants and she looks at me flustered.
“What… what are you doing? You were fucking me” she demands me back in.
“Yeah. But people are right outside, get a hold of yourself” I play it off like it’s nothing and she goes red with rage.
I love brats. I hate games.
But if she wants play, I can play too.
She adjusts her bikini bottom to cover her pussy.
“I still wanna see that shaved pussy” I say with so much lust I am almost drooling through the words.
“Fuck off”
“I’m gonna see that shaved pussy”
“Go eat ass, Trevor”
“Yours. Very soon”
I slide my teeth over her ear just as she walks away.
We get back to the yard and in comes the Weasel. With his Weasel arms and his Weasel smile. Greedy Weasel hands all over Tessa.
She is all wet and God does she look beautiful! I wanna eat my hands. And no, this is not a random thought. Tessa makes me want to bite and eat things that have no business being food… it happens often, it’s just my body trying to deal with this growing urge to bite her tits.
“Trevor, where is your beer?” Clyde asks. He is another one of Tessa’s friends. One I actually like.
“Hm?”
“Didn’t you just go inside to get a beer?” He points at my hands, absent beer.
Well, that is a very good fucking question, Clyde.
That’s twice now, Tessa’s body made me forget what I was doing.
“I… I don’t think I saw any beers” I sound unsure.
I can see Tessa licking her own smile.
“There might be some in the fridge in the garage!” She points out “I forgot, let’s check it”
She goes back in and I follow her cause if she is gonna bend over for the fridge again, I wanna be there for the show.
Her pussy looks so good slightly covered by the bikini like this. I can see the little bumps when she bends, you know? Marking the area I’d like to have slamming against my groin. I let her walk in front of me so I can keep checking her out until we get to the kitchen.
“It’s so easy to pull your strings, Trev. You sure you are a dominant? Cause you just look like my pet right now”
This fucking woman.
My cock was already half pump. But she provokes me and it goes up all the way, like it’s telling me “Trevor, you fucking pussy, you gonna let this woman talk to you like that and walk? Spread her fucking legs. Teach her respect”. It’s very hard to argue against my hard cock. It has a natural talent to convince me of things.
What I do next is very casual. Like it’s routine.
Tessa has her back turned to me, I push her bikini to the side once more and dick her again. Just once, in and out, again.
My move catches her completely off guard. She jumps up so hard, I have to hold her to stop her head from hitting the cabinets.
“What are you doing!” She pushes me away, hard “Stop that!”
No.
I grab her waist with a powerful grip.
“I warned you” I whisper in her hair, breathing in her perfume “I’m gonna dick you every time you have an attitude. Try me”
I force her hips to move so I can hump her again. She loses balance and her hands hit some of the plates on the counter.
“Trevor! Stop!”
“I’ll stop when I’m done” I put the tip of my cock inside her pussy again, but she moves all the way around and slaps it away.
Now, I don’t mind a little pain every now and then, but she never did something like this before. She never used force to keep me away. So I hold. Actually, it would be more accurate to say I freeze.
Does this mean she really doesn’t want it? Fuck, I wish Tessa had safe worded me at least once before, so I’d know she’d use it.
I am so horny I can feel my heart beat in my balls. But I try to catch my breath and raise my hands just enough so she’d understand I’m calling truce. We stare at each other for the longest time, I try to find a cue in her eyes to what she wants me to do, but I got nothing, so I slowly put my cock back in my pants.
“You know what’s your problem, Trevor?”
“What?” I say, cautiously.
“You think you are the only one who knows how to fuck, and that I’m some inexperienced girl. You think I am so…” she takes a deep breath and make sure I’m looking at her “Green” she adds and I stop breathing.
“Excuse me?” I add, still being careful.
“You think I am… “ she pauses again, willingly separating the word from the rest “Green. You understand?”
Yeah, baby. I understand.
“But I’m a grown woman, not a needy little bitch like you. So fuck off”.
And now it’s open season.
It’s open fucking season.
She was trying to go to the garage right? Well, she never makes there.
Hell, she barely made it to the hallway.
“You disrespectful fucking cunt” I grab her wrists hard. I am so much bigger than her I can fit both her wrists in one of my hands and hold them perfectly in place.
“Let me go” she tries to knee me but I am three times her size and pinning her against the wall is the easiest fucking thing I’ve done all year.
I move to slide her bikini to the side for the hundredth time and she bites me. Little bitch bites me, can you believe that?
“Keep your filthy hands off my pussy”
“Your pussy? YOUR pussy?” I bite her back, only I’m stronger so I bite her harder “You think it’s yours? This fucking thing is mine” I rip her bikini bottom off entirely and leave her naked in the middle of the hallway. She gasps, but she is so turned on there is a river going on down her puss right now.
“Trevor, no! Stop this!” She whimpers as I press the tip of my cock on her slit “Trevor, please”
“Shh, almost over. This is between me and my pussy. You be quiet.”
She squirms trying to wiggle her way out but I am so much bigger and heavier than she is that it can’t even be called a fight.
I bring her bikini to my face so I can bury my nose in her pussy smell and it’s so fucking good that I feel a chill down my spine going all the way to my pubes.
She tries to scratch me and put up a ridiculous little fight, but my cock’s tip is already in. Her legs are spread open and there is but one thing in this world she could possibly do to prevent me from taking her.
“This is what you call putting up a fight?” I tease her “For all your strong woman bravado, I was expecting so much more, Tessie. You got nothing”. I think that pisses her off for real, cause before she was cute-fighting me… now she tries pushing me away with all her strength. Feels like fighting-for-her-life. Matters not. Makes zero difference to me.
But this is the exact moment I choose to fuck her. I just had my tip in before, but as soon as she decides to full fight, I dig in until my balls slap her ass to teach her respect.
“Get off me! Asshole! I said ’no’!” She whimpers more, pushing me away with all the strength in her weak little arms. I press her even tighter against the wall. She turns her face to escape my lips, so I have my forehead pressing against her temple and my nose on her cheek.
“I’m getting your ass next” I whisper “Been playing this tune for far too long. I’m ready to dance!”
“You’re not getting my ass”
I’m still balls deep in her. I didn’t move. I don’t hump her at all. I just stay there. In her. She moves and tries to fight me which makes the muscles inside her squeeze my cock like it’s a bottle of toothpaste.
“And you plan to stop me how?”
“I’ll scream!”
I shove her bikini panties in her mouth and gag her with it.
“No, you won’t. What else you got?” I move my hips back and slam into her one more time with such power that she goes up the wall. Her eyes roll back so far into her head I doubt they are ever coming back.
And then I pull out.
Completely.
Fuck, I should get a medal for this fucking move.
I should have the medal named after me.
You think it’s easy? You think it’s easy to have a sweet pussy drooling its honey on your shaft while the woman is bound by your body weight and gagged with the smell and taste of her own cunt… and then you pull out? You think it’s easy? You try it, motherfucker. Just you try it. I want that medal.
I pull out and leave her empty and hollow. Looking at me with tears in her confused eyes and some saliva still threatening to escape her lips. Trying desperately to catch her breath only barely aware that she is completely naked from the waist down.
“Go get my beer” I put my cock back in my pants.
Tessa stares at me like she does not believe me.
This isn’t an euphemism.
She actually doesn’t believe me.
She is waiting for me to fuck her again. Waiting for anything. Feeling her insides burn almost as much as my balls right now. But I give her nothing.
“You deaf, cunt? Go get my beer”
She spits out the bikini bottom, but I take it from her and close it in my clenched fist.
“Give that back, Trevor, so I can…
“I would, if you asked. But you demand. So no”
Tessa looks around, because we are we in a very very very public setting and she has her ass and her clean shaven pussy out.
“Please?” She shivers.
I lean into her so my eyes are on level with hers. I am feeling it so bad I show a little teeth when I say:
“Go get my fucking beer” I whisper, with my voice hoarse and drenched in lust “Make me ask again and I’ll take your top too”.
She believes me. As she should.
She turns to walk to the garage and as she does I smack her ass. Hard and loud. To make it hurt. She jumps up a bit and caresses the area I stroke. Fuck me if she doesn’t look cute doing it. So sweet, trying to care for the area I just hit. Like a little innocent flower, makes me want to kiss her ass cheek a little and say “daddy will make it stop hurting, baby”. But she’s been baiting me for that hate fuck all day and I plan to oblige.
I close the garage door as soon as we are there and stand with my back against it, keeping it closed.
The fridge is large and horizontal, she is gonna have to bend over every time she goes get a beer and God knows I’m gonna make her get like ten different ones. She has such nice ass, fuck me blind. Round and popping up like a woman who does not skip a fucking day at the gym, not even for the holidays.
And then she turns around and it’s even worst. Her waxed pussy looks so smooth. You ever been to the bakery and seen a cake that looks like it was covered in velvet, one of those you just know it’s gonna taste excellent? That’s Tessa’s pussy right now. Not a single hair on her, just a bit of glow that probably comes from either my pre cum or hers. Or both.
Her bikini top is almost giving up after the attack she suffered on the hallway. Its holding on by the skin of its teeth, and only because her nipples have gone so hard they are working like hooks, keeping the piece in place.
She holds out the beer bottle but I don’t go for it just yet.
I stare at her body a little more and stroke my cock for a second.
“Your puss looks so good. I don’t like that you shaved it without my permission, but it looks good”
“I need your permission to shave my pussy?” She asks with an attitude.
“You ever been fucked by a beer bottle, Tess?”
Her eyes go wide as she gulps.
“No”
“Yeah, so maybe don’t test me, hm? Turn around, bend over and put your ass up cause I’m gonna fuck it”
I take the beer and she looks around as if the instructions made no sense.
“You’re gonna…? Here? Now? No”
I grab her by the throat because I mean business.
“I’m sorry, was I asking?”
“N-no”
“No… what?” I squeeze her throat a little more.
“No, sir” she stutters.
I let her go, put the beer on a shelf and touch my belt just to get the buckle out of the way. That’s when I notice Tess didn’t move.
“You fucking worthless piece of ass. Did you not understand me? Turn around. Ass up. Simple fucking instruct…” And then… then I notice she is staring at my belt. “Oh” I smile “Fucking whore. This is what you want?” I take it off really fucking slow. Roll it around my hand and it’s like this woman has been hypnotised.
“Turn around, baby, daddy will give you what you want”.
This time she obeys without missing a beat.
She holds on to whatever she can find and gives me her ass. I rolled the belt around my knuckles and I caress her pussy with the leather, very slightly. Just so she knows it’s there. She starts moaning so fast it’s like she is about to cum, so I pinch her clit.
“Don’t you fucking dare”. But my girl likes it rough and the pinching does nothing but turn her on more.
Fuck.
This is the issue with masochists, right? It’s hard to find a way to punish them.
“Tessa, if you cum right now, I’ll have to go fuck one of your girl friends”.
That does it.
She is still choking on her own saliva, but she isn’t climaxing anymore.
“Hit me” she asks “With the belt”
“You do not learn, do you? You don’t tell me what to do”
“You said you would. You said you’d hit me”
“Yeah, but did I say when?”
“Trevor, don’t you fucking dare” she starts to turn so I hold her in place and fuck her pussy just to get her juice on my cock.
“You gotta say goodbye to your virgin ass, now”
“No, not right now. You spank me first, you fucking asshole. Then I’ll let you have it…
“Let me?” I grab her ass cheeks with my large hands and spread her ass open like it’s on the menu. I rub my cock covered in her pussy juice over her tight hole “Let me?”
“I’m sorry! I’m sorry, ok? Sir, please?”
I press just the tip of my cock into her hole and she starts squirming so good.
“The spanking first, you promised”
“No” I press a little more and her whimpers turn to moan and back to whimpers.
“No, Trevor, don’t. Please. Please not here” she is so wet she is leaking on my shoes. I think she may already be cumming.
“Am I still treating you like you’re inexperienced?” I fuck her ass one inch at a time, just a little bit more “Am I still treating you like you’re green?”
It’s just there for a split second, but she has that horny hungry-looking smirk like a whore.
“Yes” she confirms the green “Please, don’t fuck it here”
“I’ll fuck it wherever I want”
She moans so loud someone will hear us.
I push a little deeper.
Her ass is tight. Like fighting me tight. It’s almost impossible to shove it in but God does it feel wonderful.
Keeping focus is hard. I want this to be good for her, but I can barely maintain my own consciouness. I’m drifting so fucking fast to that delicious place where your full balls just go empty in a second.
“Please, don’t. No, please stop. Daddy, please. Not here.”
“Shh, almost over” I grab her hips and her body shakes like orgasm is ripping her apart. Climaxing like only a well-fucked woman can.
Fuck, she does like this “almost over” thing, doesn’t she? Well then, for good measure I say “Daddy is almost over”.
She keeps trying to fight me but every one of her moves just twists my dick inside her more and I’m about to fill her up so full, her ass will still be leaking my jizz two weeks from now.
Then.
THEN.
I swear to fucking Christ our Lord, there is a loud bang outside like a bunch of people in the kitchen just dropped something.
I pull out and she gets off me, scared we’re gonna get caught.
I look at the door in despair expecting someone to walk through it in a second but the thing is I am so fucking unbelievably out of my mind horny, I don’t even think straight. I am so fucking pissed.
“I’m gonna burn this whole house down I swear to God” the words shiver out of my mouth. Tess takes her bikini bottom and puts it back on and I take her lead to put my cock away but honestly… anyone walks in here right now, they are gonna guess what we were doing. They are absolutely gonna guess what we were doing. Tessa has her thighs obviously wet. I am obviously hard to a point where there is no hiding it. Fuck, I was in her ass a second ago. Actually inside her ass. First man to ever do it.
“Go upstairs” I tell her “Right now, right the fuck now”
“Trevor…”
“Don’t fuck with me you c…
“Trev, red!” She says panicking and I swallow my words mid-sentence “I dont’t know if my mom and your dad are back. I… that door is open. Are we insane, right now?”
Post nut clarity, ladies and gentlemen.
She came. Great for her.
Really fucking great.
I didn’t.
But she said red. So I go quiet and nod my head.
She cups my cheeks and kisses one of them.
“I’m sorry” I can tell she feels guilty, even though it’s not her fault “I’ll take care of you later, I promise”
I just nod my head again, cause I really don’t have control over my body to do anything other than that.
“I’ll let you fuck my ass for real” she says with a guilty smile and I feel so sad for Trevor. Poor poor Trevor who had this wonderful ass around his cock for like eight seconds. “All night, ok?” she says. And let me tell you: eight seconds of ass is not enough seconds “Ok, baby?” She says and I… I don’t know, man. It feels like I melted a little.
She hardly ever calls me baby.
She only does it when she’s being mean or ironic, or when she is dead horny. Now she doesn’t seem to be any of that.
“Ok” I smile and she kisses the corner of my lips before guiding us back to the kitchen.
Brother, I am so horny.
I don’t think I can explain it with words cause if I try, I feel like saying hauihgduyewgihduhd or something, you know?
I am so horny my eyes hurt. I keep seeing these black spots like my brain is running out of blood.
The noise in the kitchen was just our friends. I try to escape for a second to go jerk off cause there is no way I will survive the whole night like this. I’m sorry, Tess, but I won’t.
She grabs me as I’m trying to slip away.
“Don’t” she says.
“What?”
“Don’t rub it off. I wanna take care of it”
I’m gonna cry, dude. I’m actually gonna cry.
This woman is gonna rob me of my sanity. She’s gonna take it and run with it and I’ll be left behind with a hard on in a mental institution.
“Tessa, have mercy”
“I thought the noise was your dad and my mom, but they are not back yet. I don’t mind risking it in front of these guys”
“What?”
“I don’t wanna get caught, but I don’t mind risking it. I’d mind if it was our parents”
“They’re gonna spend the night at your aunt Cecille’s. They’re probably helping with the wedding stuff until later”
“Oh, then you can absolutely keep doing what you were doing before”
I put my hands together in prayer.
“You are the devil. Actual Satan. Woman, what do you want from me?”
“You can go back to teasing me”
“You said red”
“I know. I’m unsaying it”
“Tessa” I take a deep breath “Right now, I’m on pause cause you safe worded, but my dick is hard as steel. It’s draining so much blood, I can’t feel my fingers. If you unpause this, I’m gonna have no fucking mercy on your pussy. Or your ass. You understand?”
“Yeah, but you’d have to catch me”
“Catch you?”
“Yeah. I’m unpausing it. Carry on”
I grab her waist immediately. Immediately. Cause I’m gonna fuck her where I stand but this hellish woman was ready for it, and slipped through my fingers like soap.
My cock is so hard it’s about to rot and fall off.
We go back to the yard with her friends. She joins them by the pool while I stay back a little and put my shirt back on.
“Uh, Trevor?” Clyde laughs.
“What?” I say. And as soon as they all turn at me, Tessa (who is at the far back and away from everyone’s sight but mine) touches her top like she is adjusting it and removes it. Showing me her naked breasts. She pinches one of her nipples and rolls it around her finger. Her eyes almost close as she breathes through ajar lips.
That’s for me.
I have a chair in front of me to keep my boner safe from everyones eyes. But they are all quiet like they are expecting an answer and I think Clyde already asked me something, only I didn’t hear it.
“I’m sorry?” I say.
“I said… where is your beer, mate?”
Oh, for fuck’s sake.
Did I forget this fucking thing again?
Tess comes up with some random lie and says “I’ll get for you”. If I follow her, we’d be too obvious. But ask me if I care.
You didn’t, but I don’t.
I follow her. I’m a few steps behind her. Enough so that when I get to the garage she already has the beer bottle. Which she opened and is currently rubbing against her pussy.
Now I want you to take your time and really picture this.
Smoking hot, saliva inducing delicious woman. Bikini pushed to the side like a whore on payroll. Grinding her glistening recently shaved pussy against a beer bottle so cold it’s sweating.
She doesn’t shove it in, but presses the tip of the bottle across her slit, drenches it in some nice Tessa Juice before handing it to me.
Imagine it’s you, ok?
Imagine you’ve just been handed that bottle.
What do you do?
Cause, friend, I got nothing.
“Here” she says “Now I’ve been fucked by a beer bottle”
I can’t speak.
I look at that thing in my hand feeling its cold burning me.
She leaves the garage and I need a moment before I follow her.
I walk back and I think maybe I lost my ability to dominate a woman. Or maybe it’s just the sudden realization that eventually comes to all of us in bdsm: the dominant is never really the one in charge.
It’s the submissive, isn’t it?
In healthy bdsm, the subs are the ones setting the pace and by God is Tessa in charge of me right now.
This goes on all through the night.
I rub my cock against her whenever I can get close enough. I try her thighs, her waist, her stomach. I have my hands on her whenever I can. It feels like a game. Like a dance. Like a hunt.
And she doesn’t fall behind. Suddenly, she is the one checking out my tattoos with her hands. And I let her. Fuck, I’d let her do anything.
“You wanna go upstairs right now?” I ask.
“Just out of curiosity… what would you do if I didn’t let you fuck me afterall?” She has a sadistic smile and walks away without waiting for a reply.
She wouldn’t do that right?
Not tonight, not after…
She has clothes back on while we eat pizzas for dinner, but I’ll be damned if every time eyes turn my way, she doesn’t take the opportunity to flash me her tits. It’s discreet and quiet. She pulls one side of her shirt, or slowly lifts it, She is wearing no bra and every time she does it, I can see her tiny pink nipples going harder and harder as the night goes by.
She likes that I’m hungry for her.
She likes that I’m mad.
She also likes suggesting that’s all I’m getting tonight. A flash of her tits and nothing more. Fuck that.
One of the times she does this, Ethan almost catches her mid flash and that makes me shiver in the wrong way.
She gets up to clean some dishes and looks at me like she wants company. So I get up and start moving her way, only Lou decides to interrupt me for whatever. I take eight seconds to get rid of her and I think eight seconds really is a cursed amount of time for me cause as soon as I look up, Ethan made his way to help Tess.
He hugs her from behind and she put her ass up against his crotch, dry humping him.
Now… I’ll be honest. She probably didn’t see him and thought it was me.
But I don’t much care.
The black spots in my sight go red with rage.
Ethan thinks the dry humping is for him and puts his hands on her waist, kissing her shoulder.
She takes a second too long to realize it’s not me, and is still rubbing her ass on his dick.
I am not a particularly religious man. I never believed in being possessed with something.
But that was before Ethan rubbed his dick on my girl’s ass. Now I know it’s true. Evil is true and it can take over us and make us want to commit bloody murder.
I get to that kitchen so fast there is a strong possibility I ran Louise over.
I get there as Tessa notices her mistake and back him off. He acts cool, but he thinks she is pushing him away cause I caught them, so he smiles and winks at her before going back to the living room.
“I thought it was you” she says with a smile that is both innocent and guilty. Like it was an honest mistake but she is loving it that she can reap it’s benefits.
“You know, when I fuck you tonight… and I will fuck you tonight. I’m gonna forget you never did anal before”
“What if I lock myself in my room before you get me?”
“Try it. I will break it down and fuck your ass raw with no lube”
I am fucking her tonight or I will change my name.
But she is sneaky.
An hour later, I blinked and she was gone.
“Off to bed” someone said.
She is really gonna do this to me, isn’t she? She convinced me not to jerk off only to torture me further.
I’m almost giving up. I walk up the stairs and into the hallway, who do I see? Alone in the dim light, still wet from the shower, leaving the bathroom wearing nothing but a towel?
Oh, vindication, how good do you feel!
She turns her head my way and we lock eyes.
It’s a fraction of a second.
One fraction.
She runs away.
I go for her.
I’m faster and I’m not wet or wrapped in a towel. I am already hard again, and it’s not easy to run with a boner, but I get by.
I grab her as she is crossing the door into her room, trying to lock herself in safety. She tries to kick me but I am not fucking having it. I take her to my room and I am so rough carrying her that by the time I close the door her towel is gone.
I lock the door.
I put the key in my pocket.
This is gonna be fun.

I (F20’S) woke up after being sleep fucked, after asking a guy (M20’S) to do it a bunch of times (SLEEP PLAY)

There’s a sweet ache in my body when I wake up.
It’s odd.
Like waking up after a long wet dream that left you horny and unfulfilled. Like I had just spent the whole night dreaming of being edged and never allowed to cum.
I move trying to push away the sleepness but there is something holding on to my legs. Or rather something around them. I take a few seconds to realize it’s my shorts. They are around my knees making it hard for me to move my legs.
*My shorts are around my knees?*
That thought is enough to wake me up.
*Trevor*.
He came over.
This has to be Trevor. It has to be.
He said he would come, but he took so long I thought he gave up and fell asleep, but… but it was…
He was so mad yesterday.
I made him so mad.
I spent the whole day teasing him and making him jealous. I called him soft and told him his spankings were too bland for me.
That would be enough to offend any man but Trevor is a little above the fold, isn’t he?
He’s the kind who enjoys control even more than orgasms. He likes me on his fingers as long as I’m under his thumb. I always make him work for it, of course , and work he does.
Generally speaking, I’m a difficult woman. Yet somehow… he still made me go from blind hate to calling him daddy after three fucks. If there was some kind of Hard Cock Award for Hanging in There, I’d nominate him.
He has a heavy hand and an unforgiving bite and yet I opened my mouth and said I’d rather give my ass to someone else cause he was too soft.
*I called him soft.*
Did you ever make a man so fucking irate that he looked like he could bite his own teeth?
I called him soft and Trevor looked like he could set fire to the whole house just to show me he doesn’t burn.
And I fucking love it.
I love it when he goes mad like this.
Shaking his lips like he’s about to show me teeth and growl. A wild dog, hungry and undomesticated, fighting for a piece of bone. I insulted him by saying he wasn’t nearly enough to fill my pussy’s needs and I bet he could snap me with his teeth then and there.
Put his hands on me and spank me so hard I’d never walk right again.
Fuck. He said something about putting me over his knee… what the hell was it?
I can’t remember. But he said it.
I feel heat. Right now, laying in bed with my shorts around my knees, thinking about being bent over his.
He fucked me.
He came in here pissed as all fuck, and he fucked me. Just like I asked.
Just like I begged.
He put his pants down. Pulled out that massive cock of his and fucked me just enough to get back at me.
He said he was gonna fuck my ass though, before I gave it to someone else. But… My ass seems fine.
I guess after all his sing and dance, he didn’t go for it.
My pussy is another story.
I reach out between my thigh. My clit is so fucking touchy and this texture… it feels like dried lube and cum.
Maybe because that’s exactly what this is.
Some lube he soaked his cock in. Some cum he soaked my pussy in after he came, quietly humping my sleeping self in the dark, with my shorts just barely out of the way.
I didn’t even fucking wake up.
I am so fucking turned on I could flick my clit once and cum so hard I’d scream.
My finger brushes on my clit and the pleasure is so intense I close my eyes.
He fucked me.
I was sleeping. He came in, took off my shorts, fucked me like I was a plastic tube and left his load on my pubes to dry.
He used me.
That’s why I woke up feeling like this.
The long wet dream that left me horny and unfulfilled. The whole night dreaming of being edged without ever being allowed to cum.
That is exactly what happened.
He took me right there but I never climaxed. Like he was the owner of my orgasms again, counting me down to 1 when I could finally scream, only this time 1 never came.
I spent the whole fucking night dancing around 3 or 2. Touchy and ready and willing… and denied.
I drink a full glass of water in almost one single gulp. There’s fire inside me. The water does nothing. Not one single fucking thing.
I fill the glass up again.
My shorts are still around my knees and I don’t wanna pull them up cause that would mean the experience is over.
I drink the full glass again.
Fire.
Raging fire inside my pussy.
And only one way I know of putting it out.
I push my shorts up and run out of my room without a second thought. The door to his room is open and I can hear the shower being turned off. I open the bathroom door (cause yeah the thing doesn’t always lock right) to find Trevor with a towel (mine) around his waist and using another towel (his) to dry his hair.
He is usually hot, but like this? All dripping wet, shirtless with all the tattoos, muscles and hair over his chest? Fuck.
I’d call him daddy now, if he asked.
After being covered in his dry cum, having been used all night for his pleasure and seeing him like this? Fuck, I’d let daddy slap my tits and shove his cock so deep down my throat I’d choke.
“What the… Tess, I’m in the shower!” He widens his eyes, not believing, even after everything else, that I would be this daring.
“You fucked me” I whisper “I woke up with my shorts down and there is cum in my pussy. You fucked me”
He looks in panic. He clearly misunderstood my motivation to be here.
“Wow, wow! Slow down. We talked about this a lot, you asked so may times and didn’t safe word! I just…”
I can’t hear him, to be honest.
I know he is panicking and I feel bad for him, yada yada… but fuck me sideways cause I don’t hear a word out of his mouth.
His towel upsets me.
I grab his dick only once! And it was so quick.
Trevor is worried about something and trying to apologize, but I just want him to shut up.
I want his dick in my hands.
Fuck, I want it in my mouth.
I walk up to him and rip the towel around his waist which seems to be enough to get him quiet.
His cock looks glorious.
It’s huge even while flacid.
Fat and thick, you know? With the head fully hiding under the skin. That thing dangles between his legs surrounded by his manly pubes, that he trims just enough to keep a girl happy.
I get down on my knees licking my lips and Trevor goes “oh” when he finally understand what I came here looking for.
I am so hungry for him I put his entire cock in my mouth in one go. It is so sudden that he backs up against the sinks and grabs it so hard he might bring the whole thing down.
He is flacid before I put him in my mouth. He is hard when I take him out. The head of his dick peeking out, red and leaking his pre-cum along with my spit.
His eyes are closed and his mouth is open in this glorious silent O. He is grabbing the sink so hard I can see every vein in his forearms. His stomach is tense, drops of water still making their way through the hair in his chest down to his sic pack. So I sink my nails there, scratching through those fucking fit abs of his. Going so vicious I leave a trail of red down the path of my nails.
He holds my wrists looking pissed.
*You don’t like pain, baby?*
*What if it comes with some of this?*
I put him in my mouth and down my throat. I suck him really good. All the way in. All the way out. And back. Until I’m almost gagging and then some.
Suddenly, Trevor doesn’t care about being scratched anymore. Funny, don’t you think?
My wrists are free and I only stop scratching him so I can grab his balls.
Did I mention I suck really good? Cause I do. I let him fuck my throat a bit more before taking him up against my cheek, because I don’t wanna use all my tricks on one go. I suck it and lick it. I can feel him hardening in my tongue. Throbbing. I lick the tip while I scratch his balls and he can’t hold in the moan anymore so I stop.
“Get back there” he commands in despair when I get back up “Get on your knees, fuck, Tess”
I think he was about to beg, but I am too horny to wait. I grab him by his erect dick like it’s a little leash on a little dog and pull it to me.
“Another time” I gasp “Now you fuck me” I undress completely.
“Yeah?” He says, violently, helping me sit up on the sink counter so I can spread my legs to him.
I guide his cock in. No foreplay, no nothing. I just wanna feel him in.
“Fuck, I never saw you like this” he plays with my tits before biting my nipple.
“Completely naked?”
“Yeah. I fucked you in the dark twice and then on all fours, right?” I try to slam my hips against his, but he holds me still. He wants this slow. He doesn’t look at my face, he just stares at my body like a man who has been denied his meal far too many times.
He moves really slow, like a dance. But shoves it in deep enough to make me moan at every strike. And “strike” really is the only way to call it.
He gets balls deep and I wiggle around him to enjoy as much friction as I can. Rubbing my clit agains his pubes like a whore.
Slow pace doesn’t last though. Soon enough he is giving it to me like I deserve it.
I can feel the sink shaking beneath me but maybe that’s just me shaking everywhere. Trevor brings me in and holds me in his arms while he fucks me.
“I didn’t wake up” I say.
“I know, you were such a good girl for me”
“What did you say?” I beg “When you were fucking me”
“I told you to be quiet and to go back to sleep cause I was almost done with you”
*That’s it.*
*Right there.*
Just like the erotica I love to read.
I want him to do that again. I wanna wake up half way through next time. I wanna ask him to stop. I want him to shut me up with his hand and do it anyway.
And I think if I ask… I think Trevor will do it.
“Hey, Tess?” Someone asks outside the door “Tess, you in there?”
He shuts my mouth and since that’s exactly the move I was fantasising about I start orgasming. Its not a fast one this time. It’s slow as fuck.
“No. It’s just me” he replies. I tighten my thighs around him as orgasm tortures my body.
“Oh ok! Sorry!” I think that’s my friend Louise. I’m not sure, I can’t think straight when Trevor dicks me like this.
“We should stop” I mumble, weakly.
“We really shouldn’t” he growls.
“Tess?” Louise is looking for me outside.
He needs to finish it quick.
“Trev? Can we do it again?”
“Sleep fuck you? Yeah, of course” He is holding me so close I am almost entirely carried by him at this point. My nipples hard as fuck tickling his chest. And he makes good use of his full control over me to slide his finger around my ass. Right at that exact place that makes me jump up “But I got another thing I want first”. His finger is right there, it goes in just the tip and I jump a little more “Yeah?” He asks.
“Yeah” I agree.
He leans against me. Forehead on forehead. Nose on nose.
“Something else we never tried before” he moans.
“What?”
He kisses me. Its sweet and urgent. Aggressive and playful. I feel his lips on mine. His tongue on mine. And just like that, I start to cum again. I tilt my head back because an orgasm is a thing that demands all your attention, but Trevor is not sharing. As soon as I pull away, he grabs me by my nape and keeps me reeled in. His mouth is still on mine, kissing me while I cum biting his lips instead of my own.
Then it’s his turn. He gets stronger and faster, fucking me for himself while I move and moan just for him. I scratch his chest feeling it still wet from the shower and he kisses me again when he is cumming, so he too can bite my lips instead of his own.
“Trev?” I finally say.
“Yeah?” He is still inside me, catching his breath. Moving, lazy, not wanting to pull out just yet.
It’s… intimate.
“I like it rough” I say.
“No way! This is very unexpected news” he smiles, making fun of me.
“I wanna try other things” I admit at last.
“Like what, baby?” He is still moving inside me, even after the orgasm that still feels so fucking good.
“I wanna get spanked” I confess “With your belt”
“Looking forward to that” his mouth waters.
“And I wanna try the choking thing you did before. And… I want to fight you and say ‘no’ while you fuck me, but I want you to still do it anyway. Could we do that?”
“We could absolutely do that” he seems like he is more excited about it than I am. Still moving inside me. He starts kissing my neck. I close my eyes.
“I might wanna try other things too. But I don’t know them. Would you show me?”
“Oh sweetheart, yes” he moans on my neck “I will show you everything”

I (M20’s) finally sleep fucked a girl who’s been begging for it (SLEEP PLAY)

***Trevor***

You know why they call them blue balls?

Cause they’re fucking sad, and they fucking hurt.

Let me explain what’s happening: I’ve been living with my dad for a few months, to keep him company during the COVID lockdowns, like a GREAT guy that I am, right?

Only I didn’t know that:

1 – He got married to this nice lady named Janet

2 – Janet has a 22 year old daughter named Tessa, who going to college abroad

3 – Tessa’s college classes got suspended during lockdown, so…

4 – She has ALSO been living here

5 – Tessa is irritating

6 – Tessa is hot

And I don’t mean girl next door kinda cute when she is dressed and hot when she is naked.

Tessa is all hot all the time.

It’s not just her looks or her body, it’s her fucking delicious nasty girl atitude that makes me wanna bite her half the time and spank her on the other half.

Oh yeah, I have a thing for brats.

It’s not a minor thing.

It’s a big thing.

It’s debilitating.

[EDGING, ORGASM DENIAL and CONTROL] I (F20’s) am being initiated on sleep play (& other fun things) by someone I hate – Part 3

Great.
Just great.
Look, I’m sorry it took me a while to update you, but I was not home. A friend needed help studying and I went over there for a few days. She’s been in quarantine as well so that’s fine. Don’t worry.
I got back home late last night and Trevor was nowhere to be found.
Fine, I guess. I haven’t been daydreaming about what he’d do to me for leaving without an explanation. I haven’t been thinking about his disgusting hands on my body, pinching my nipples in a fit of rage while he growls at me for being a bad girl.
For being the worst of girls.
The ones that leave without giving sir an explanation of their whereabouts.
The ones that go off into the night without asking master for permission.
The ones who smile in the face of danger knowing they were bad and hoping daddy will discipline them.
I have not been thinking about that!
I have not!
I sit with my back against our shared wall and try to listen in, but everything seems really quiet in his room.
Maybe I should go over there?
No, Tess. Just go to sleep.
Flick it a bit until you cum so you can calm down, and then definitely sleep.
I do that.
I moan extra loud and get disappointed when he doesn’t show up, rolling his belt around his hand to punish me for waking him up. Oh fuck yeah, I’d go for a belt-spanking right about now.
My orgasm is weak and brings me little satisfaction.
The next morning, Trevor is in the living room when I get out of the kitchen with a bowl of cereal in my hand. He wasn’t there when I woke up but he is very much there now.
I can see the back of his head while he sits on the couch and watches porn.
Yeah, you read that right. Here, I’ll even type it again: In the living room, sitting on the couch, watching porn.
It’s morning.
My mom is still asleep.
His dad is in the garage working on the weird car (you still remember I said the car was weird, right? Don’t forget this!)
And Trevor is watching porn.
“Don’t you have a job?” I ask.
“Yes. Despite your best efforts to get me fired” he doesn’t turn his head to face me. Instead he keeps watching the petite blonde girl on the screen, talking to a very rough looking guy. They aren’t fucking yet and I know that sounds like it could be anything, I mean… just a girl and a guy talking in a kitchen but believe me! It’s porn.
You can always tell. The quality of the video, the distinctive soundtrack, the tiny skirt the girl is wearing, the fact that a 30 year old rough guy is pretending to be a nerdy 21 year old. It’s porn. You can quote me on that.
“Can we watch something else?”
“No, I think she’s gonna start masturbating in a second. I kinda wanna watch that. Unless you wanna do it for me?”
“Not a chance in Hell”
“We’ll see about that”
“Oh, shut up, you entitled jerk. You’re not that good in bed. You’re just barely acceptable.”
“You know… ever since I told you I like them bratty, you’ve doubled down on it. I think you like turning me on.”
“Or maybe I just like offending you”
“Or maybe you like getting me hard so I can fuck you quiet.“
“Give me that fucking remote”
“No”
“What are you, twelve? Give it to me!”
“You have to earn it”
It really pisses me off that I find him hot when he does shit like this.
But alas, vaginas are dumb as fuck.
I put my bowl on the table by the couch and go for the remote, but he is faster than me and shoves it down his pants, very close to his cock.
“Go for it” he grins.
I could roll my eyes and call him a man child.
I could yell at him some more.
I could go away.
Or… I could go down to his level and straddle him into submission.
Wanna take a wild guess on which one I picked?
“Oh, this is gonna be fun” he chokes on his words as if he was just talking to himself.
I have one leg on each side of his lap. I am still wearing my pj’s short shorts. I grind my pussy against his crotch and sway my whole body as if I was riding him. His hands creep up my thighs. He is licking his lips like he can’t control his saliva.
The best way to get a man like this under your thumb is pretend to give him what he wants.
“Gimme back the remote, baby, please?” I moan like a good little girl. An innocent and cute little plead to make even the porn lady proud.
“Why would I do that? I like having you here”
“Cause I said ‘please’”
“So?”
My shirt has two buttons over my cleavage and he opens them with an unbelievably casual attitude. Like he is opening a bottle of ketchup. Non-fussed. Non-caring. Just undoing my buttons and pulling my shirt down so he can free my tits.
I am not wearing a bra cause I just woke up, but my boobs are round and heavy enough that he can cuddle each of them in his huge palms.
He cradles one of my tits, squeezing his fingers around it. Staring at it like he’s hypnotised by my flesh going red around his tight grip.
“I’m extra bratty because you like it” I moan “Can’t you be a little sweet because that’s what I like?”
“Oh baby” he moans, sounding sweet and caring “I don’t give a fuck about what you like” he explains before nibbling the tit he is holding hostage.
I close my eyes.
He is *eating* my nipple. There is no other way to describe it. He is toying with it, nibbling, sucking, licking, biting. And as soon as it’s red and swollen, he moves on to the other.
I intertwine my fingers on his nape for stability, cause I’m starting to lose control of my body.
“What if your dad catches us? Or my mom wakes up?” I try to threaten him.
“Yet will be embarrassing, but mostly for you. You’re the one who’s riding me, naked.”
“They’d go crazy on both of us!”
“Why?”
“Because! You’re like… my step-brother”
“No, I’m n… Oh my fucking God! You’re right” the sudden realisation hits him so hard that he tilts his head back and his eyes go wide. There is a smile on his face of absolute happiness. I mean it. If you google “absolute happiness” none of the images will hold a candle to Trevor’s smile at that second.
“What?”
“You’re my step-sister!” He points out in a rush of bliss “I’m your step-brother!”
I’m just annoyed cause he stopped eating me.
“Yeah, that’s what I mean. Our parents could…”
“Oh baby, this just got so much hotter”
“Are you for real right now?”
“Can’t you go get stuck under the bed or something and ask for my help to free you?”
“Great. Just great” I roll my eyes cause the moment is now forever lost. I am not horny anymore. He ruined it.
“I promise I’ll come to your aid and I’ll even free you! After I get a little something in return, of course”
“Fuck off” I say and get up, putting my shirt back in place.
“Tessa, get back here”.
“No, thank you. That’ll be that for today”
“Tessa…”
“Fuck off, Trevor”
“Tessa, get the fuck back here, you cunt. Do not make me go over there and get you.”
His voice changed.
It got harder.
It got more urgent.
It got lower and harsher.
It’s like he has a magical ability to turn his voice into a hook that grabs me right by the pussy. He says something like that and I can’t move away.
“Excuse me?” I choke.
“If you make me get up, I’ll shove this remote up your pussy. Do you doubt me?” He sounds serious. He sounds like he absolutely means it. He sounds like he actually wants to do that and is just looking for an excuse. I don’t move. I don’t say a word “Get back here and straddle me again”
He sounds like a boss.
Like an owner.
Like he owns me.
I am so wet, my pussy juice is starting to soak through the panties and short shorts.
I obey him.
I can’t breathe.
“Grind me” he commands.
“What if I don’t want to?”
“Well, if only there was a magic word you could use to make me stop. Like a color of some kind”
I bite my lip.
“Do you remember what that is?” His eyes are glowing.
“I do”
“Well, I don’t hear you using it”
He grabs my thighs so hard I jump a little.
“You don’t” I stutter.
“Well then… grind me”.
And I do it.
He puts his arms over the couch and watches me like a king, while I grind and move for his pleasure only.
Trevor seems annoyed for a second, but removing the remote from his pants seems to do the trick. He leaves it at his side and I hear moaning coming from the tv. I think the people in the porn finally started fucking.
“Put your tits back out, or I’ll just watch her instead of you”
I laugh out in rage.
“Then do that, you fuck. Think I’m here for your entertainme…”
He smack my ass really hard. A loud spank that, I swear to God, might as well have woken up my mom.
“That’s exactly what you’re here for. To be a wet hole where I can dump some cum in”
“You need a sex doll, asshole. Or a plastic tube and some lube” I grind him harder, not for his sake but for mine. He is wearing sweat pants and between that, my shorts and the position, I’m not getting as much friction as I’d like.
“I got you, I’m set”
“Hm… Well I’m not interested in being just a thing you can use”
“You sure about that?”
“Yes, I am. You can either treat me right or you can watch me walk”
“Or I can just do this”
I brace myself for the spanking, but that’s not what he does.
Instead, he puts his hand between our bodies and places only one finger (ONE fucking finger) right in reach of my clit. The fucking finger (I might as well call it this from now on) tickles my bean with such a light touch it drives me insane.
You see… there are three kinds of touch a woman will enjoy:
1 – The sweet kind. We like being kissed and petted and hugged and caressed.
2 – The sexy kind. We like being taken and teased and foreplayed and licked and sucked.
3 – The serious business kind. We like being fucked and hammered and humped and grinded and spanked and bitten and… oh Lord, we do.
What Trevor chose to do with the Fucking Finger, however, is none of that and yet all of that.
It is sweet, like he is caressing my clit. Like he is asking for permission to touch me and have me, as if he hadn’t just ordered me to straddle and grind him five seconds ago.
It is sexy, like a naughty little foreplay designed to get me a little wet, as if I wasn’t already drooling through my cunt since he said that I like being put in my place.
It is serious business, like he is letting me know he plans to fuck me hard right now, so I better get ready to get dicked until I beg for mercy.
But at the same time, it’s none of that, because it’s something else entirely:
That light little brush of that one Fucking Finger making me moan and roll my eyes so hard my eyelids drop dead feels like torture. Feels like Trevor wants to get a confessions out of me. He wants truths or names or who do I work for. He wants something. He must! Cause there is no reason in Heaven or Hell to submit a woman to that otherwise.
I grab his shoulders so tight my nails sink into his sweater.
I want more.
And I want it now.
He’s not giving it to me, so I’ll take it myself.
I ride him deeper, rubbing my pussy against him as hard as I can to get closer to his touch. He reacts by moving the Fucking Finger just slightly away, keeping it in a position where it’s always just barely brushing me.
I still want more.
I still want it now.
I’ve forgotten about the porn and the parents and the bowl of cereal. There’s a very strong possibility I may have forgotten my own name.
Because of one finger.
And that’s the thing about rough sex, isn’t it? What vanilla people never understand is that you don’t *need* the whips, paddles and ropes. You like those. So it’s fun to have them, sure. But you don’t *need* them for sex to be rough.
Sometimes all you need is a light brush and a heavy attitude. Sometimes, all you need is to be denied. To be told you can’t have it.
And right now, Trevor decided I can’t have it.
I want that Fucking Finger inside my pussy more than I want my heart to beat. I honestly think my chances of surviving a heart attack right now are better than surviving without that finger.
I grind it like a little animal on heat for far too long. And he keeps denying me.
It seems I have to beg, but that’s quite alright because just like everything else, it seems I have also forgotten my dignity.
“Stop that, baby, just finger fuck me, please” Am I moaning? Am I crying? Who knows?
“Wow, you want it that bad?”
“Yes. Yes, please”
“Hm…” he moans against my lips “What was that word you used before? ‘No’”
He sounds mean.
He sound so fucking mean, like he wants to spank me hard and fuck me dry.
God, I am so horny right now I could agree to just about anything.
I’d beg, I’d plead, I’d cry.
And I think he wants to see all that happen, because at the very second I am about to orgasm he removes the Fucking Finger.
He takes it away. Completely.
The build up to a delicious climax get’s unceremoniously destroyd like if the perfect cake you just baked suddenly got ran over by a car. That was dragged into your house by a flood.
I let out a painful cry of “No!”while I try to grab his arm and his wrist and put him back. That makes him laugh in genuine satisfaction.
“Oh, she wants it”
“She needs it” I beg “Please” oh, fuck, please. But the grin on his face tells me he wants me to work for it. The issue with being this close to an orgasm is that your body feels like climaxing is far more important than saving face, so I open my mouth and what comes out is “Please, master. Please, sir. Please, daddy. Please, just please.”
“Oh fuck, Tessie” he grabs my thighs hard enough to make it hurt. Like he needs to control himself to keep punishing me, or he’ll just give up and give in “You’re such a good girl when you’re horny. You really fucking want this”
“I really fucking do” I whimper.
“Yeah, baby? Then tell me what you are. Tell me what you are and you can have it”.
“I’m your good girl” my voice shakes in absolute despair as I am still holding on to his wrist for dear life, trying to force his hand back on my pussy. My desperation makes him giggle.
“That’s not what I mean. That’s not what you are.”
What?
Fuck, I am so horny I can’t think straight.
“What?”
“Tell daddy what you are. Or master or whatever the fuck you want me to be”
“I’m… I’m…” what the fuck does he want from me? “Your good girl? Your bad girl? Your girl?”
“Yes, you are all those things. But what else?” The Fucking Finger comes back but I don’t let go of his wrist cause I’m afraid he’ll take it away again.
“I don’t know” I growl in frustration “What do you want me to be? I’ll be whatever you want”
“Fuck” he drools, clenching his teeth and trying to stop his hips from moving too much into me “Fuck, you’re so hot when you need it bad, Tess. There is one thing I want, baby. What is it?”
He sinks his free hand through my hair, grabbing me there to keep a hold of me and I finally understand.
“Oh” I smile, licking my lips so lustfully that he moans in response “I’m your little wet hole”
He moans louder and grabs my hair so hard he tilts my head.
“Yes, you are. That’s what you fucking are. Tell me”
“I’m your sex doll. Your tight little plastic tube with some pussy juice on it”
“Fuck, yeah, that’s what you are” he finger fucks me. At long long last. His finger goes in and I gasp cause Trevor does it good. Some guys will finger fuck you like a cat licking a water bowl, weak and forgettable. Trevor finger fucks me with the strength of his whole hand. Of his whole arm.
He grabs my hair to keep me in place, leans himself towards me to the point where I am almost falling off his lap, and finger fucks me like it’s his cock going up my pussy.
I feel him.
I feel him everywhere.
Oh, fuck yes.
Who the fuck cares about dignity when sex is this good?
“Don’t stop” he commands me “Or I’ll stop. What are you?”
“I’m fucking wet for you, is what I am” I close my eyes. I’m about to cum.
“You really are. Here” he says and…
Removes.
The.
Finger.
If I finish this day without commiting murder, I am safe for life.
“No!” I think I slapped his chest in despair, cause he holds both my wrists in his hand.
“Shh. Quiet. Or the controller goes up the pussy, yeah? Though I may need to find something larger, you’re so fucking wet it would slide right in”
“Finger fuck me! Do it!”
“Who the fuck said you decide what we do? Apologize”
“I’m sorry” I whimper “Please, finger fuck me”
The orgasm was there! It was so very right there, I could taste it my tongue and feel it in my fingertips. I’m going insane.
“I already did and you didn’t thank me, did you?”
“Thank you” the words keep pouring out of my mouth in absolute agony “Thank you. I’m sorry. Please. Please, baby, please”
“You’ll have more when I say you can have more. For now you have this” he has his finger right over my lips “Taste that. See how wet you are”.
It’s the Fucking Finger. The one that was just inside me, still covered in my pussy juice.
“I…” I hesitate “I never… I never licked… that”
“Yes, you did. You licked my mask covered in it”
“Not really. I just…”
“You just pretended, baby?” He fakes disappointment “Were you lying to me?”
“Yes” I say, shyly.
“Well, that’s a waste. You taste so good. Try it”
He hover his finger on my lips and I lick them. I taste salty and sweet and… strange.
“Arent’t you good?” He whispers against the corner of my lips.
I don’t answer. Instead I just suck his finger.
And let me tell you something about me: I suck really fucking great.
I suck on his finger like a baby being nursed and I moan like an expensive whore while I’m at it. And Trevor… well, Trevor does what any man in his position would do: he thinks about what it would feel like if that was his cock instead.
He groans with such urgency that I think he’ll give up and fuck me.
It’s raw and animalistic.
He frees my wrists so he can use his other hand to grab my jaw. His hand is so large he grabs the whole thing. And he is so strong that he can control nearly all my movement just by holding me there.
He stares at his finger in my mouth like he is hypnotised, moving it in and out just a little, slowly finger fucking my lips.
“You want me more than I want you” I tease, biting his finger a bit.
“No, I don’t”
I don’t even reply. I just lick his mouth and push my shirt down to free my tits.
And you know what? He does want me more than I want him.
Trevor pushes his sweatpants down and I see his cock. It hits me that it’s the first time I actually see it. First time he fucked me we were in the dark cause I asked for it. Second time he had me on all fours like a dog.
Now it’s there. Pressed up against my pussy with nothing between us but my pj shorts.
It’s large and thick with a swollen red head leaking with pre cum. I can see the green-blue veins all around it, all stiff and juicy.
I really wanted to deny him that blow job, but fuck me if I wouldn’t lick that right now and cum just by grinding the carpet. I’m salivating, and he can absolutely tell.
I get up on my knees, shoving my shorts to the side so I can slide him in, but he stops me. He has his hands on my hips and instead of sliding in me, he slides me along him. Up and down his shaft, covering himself with my honey.
That’s fine by me.
His cock rubbed against my clit is all I need. I was already on the verge of orgasm two or three times before, so it takes me all of five seconds to start panting again.
And then this fucking asshole stops. Again.
“No” he repeats, like he fell in love with the word.
“Fuck! Fuck you” I grab his hair and try to hump him like an animal. Being denied an orgasm once or twice is kinda fun. But three is a crowd. A crowd of angry horny people who say “enough”. I want to cum and I want to do it now.
The problem for me is that I am a very small woman and Trevor is a very large man.
I don’t have much power against him.
He grabs me by my thighs and throws me on my back on the couch.
“Trevor, enough, ok?” I cry “Just let me cum”
“Already? I was just starting” he bites my nipple and my legs are just all over the place. I feel like convulsing. I feel like dying.
He reaches out for the bowl of cereal and picks up the spoon. He licks the cold milk off it and presses it against my clit.
I’m not gonna lie, I was about to ask ‘Yo, what the fuck?’ but that cold spoon pressed up against my hot clit doest something to me.
The orgasm that has been building slowly, slowly, through what can only be described as long and delicious minutes start to vibrate underneath my skin. I feel it rising from under my bellybutton and spreading to my legs and my chest.
I think I’m screaming cause Trevor covers my mouth and whispers me shut. But his hand on the spoon presses it harder against my clit. The metal edges of it sink into my flesh and hurt just the way I like it. A little punishment in my pussy making the pleasure so much more satisfying.
I feel my whole body shaking.
Is he gonna deny me at the last minute again?
“Can I cum this time?” I beg.
“Oh, sweetie, just cause you asked nicely, I’ll allow it. But I’ll count you down, ok?”
“W-what?”
What is this new nightmare?
“You’ve never be countdowned before?” He smirks, looking down on me, almost as if he pitied me “I own your orgasms, baby. You can cum when I get to 1. Not before. Can you be a good girl and hold it?”
“I can try” my voice is nothing but distress.
He has his mouth on my ear, biting me when he goes:
“Ten…”
And as if God himself was watching me from Heaven and decided to change Fate on a whim just to fuck me up, we hear noise coming down the stairs as my beloved mother has woken up.
Fuck.
Fucking fucker fuck and fuck!
I try to sit up and cover myself but Trevor is one very large man who has decided against it.
He holds me down so I stay put. My eyes widen in panic. Mom can’t see me from that angle, but fuck me all the way off, right? This is a horrible idea for so many different reasons.
And yet, he pressed the spoon harder agains my clit and I forget all of them.
“Good morning, kids!” My mom says.
Trevor removes the spoon and pinches my clit. Fuck, I’m gonna scream. I bite my lips until I’m afraid I’ll taste blood. You’d think he’d let go of the pinch? But no.
He just smiles and says:
“Morning, Janet. Sleep ok?” And as she goes in the kitchen, just to me he adds “Play with your tits. Nine…”
Oh fuck.
We’re doing this.
Are we doing this?
This is wrong. This is wrong and I’m gonna get caught.
And yet…
I grab my tits like the horny cunt I am at this moment and he groans a “yeah baby” underneath his breath, “a little tighter” he orders and pinches me harder down there as I go a little rougher on my tits “Eight…”
“I slept wonderfully, darling. And you?” My mom says.
Fuck, this is wrong, right?
That’s my mom.
“Trevor…” I whisper, really softly “We’re gonna get caught”
He shoves three fucking fingers in and my mind goes numb. My body arches back on the couch and I have to be mindful of where my head is so mom doesn’t see me.
“You’re my plaything. My toy. I’m not done with you yet. Say it.”
He lets go of the pinch and immediately covers my bean with the cold spoon.
I let out an audible gasp and a moan. FUCK ME, what the actual fuck is this fucking feeling? The hard warm grip in contrast with the cold touch makes my whole clit tingle.
“Say it” he cleans his saliva with the back of his hand”
“I’m your plaything” I swallow my shriek “I’m your toy”. I am so wet his three fingers are sliding like it’s nothing, so he adds finger four.
“Seven…”
“I didn’t hear you, darling” mom is back “Did you sleep ok?”
He stops the finger fucking again and I grab his sleeves like an animal. A wild beast. I can’t hold it. I can’t hold it in.
“I slept great, thank you”
Mom is saying something about lunch and I think she walked back in the kitchen cause Trevor leans over to me all the way until his nose is pressed against mine and I can feel his breath against my lips.
He takes the four fingers out of my pussy and shoves them in my mouth to shut me up. I taste me in his fingers. Salty and sweet and… strange. I suck on them like a whore.
“You’re gonna be quiet” he says “and you’re not gonna cum early, do you understand me?” He sounds angry. Raging. “You’re gonna wait and cum when I tell you to, or I am gonna take my belt off and beat your ass so hard you’ll have to stand until Thanksgiving”.
The belt line was suppose to discourage me. What it does is make me hornier.
Fuck it, I’m into kink.
I’m really fucking hard and heavy into kink.
And just now I decided I wanna try them all.
I start moaning with his fingers down my throat and he understands.
“Of fucking course. The belt thing turned you on, didn’t it, you needy whore? Six…” He looks up to the kitchen to make sure mom is still away so he can talk more “But if you make me use my belt I’m gonna spank you until you’re red and raw, you understand? Nod if you understand”
I nod.
“Five…”
I don’t think I have ever been this ravaged by an orgasm, ever in my life. And I haven’t even had it yet!
I can’t feel my toes. My feet are numb and tingling, shaking out of control.
I try to speak he takes his fingers off my mouth, still partially covered in whatever pussy juice I didn’t lick off and now also some of my saliva, still lingering like a naughty fucking bridge connecting my lips to his hand.
“What do you want, toy?” He growls.
“Please count faster” I beg.
He lick my mouth clean of pussy juice and saliva.
“No” he checks again to see where my mom is and smashes his four fingers back inside me. Finger fucking me with all his rage. So hard the couch is moving.
I don’t think any woman could hold this in.
I’m gonna cum.
And as I am about to, he suddenly stops cause we are no longer alone.
“Four…” he mouths to me.
His dad left the garage and is talking about maybe watching a movie on Netflix as a family.
I turn my head to the side and bite the cushions cause if I bite my lips right now, I’ll cut through skin.
“I’m gonna be really nice and say three…” he add with a whisper.
“Have you seen the old Top Gun, Trev?” His dad asks.
Oh for fuck’s sake. I have tears in my eyes, falling down my cheeks. Trevor isn’t fully finger fucking me anymore, so he just casually brings back the Fucking Finger teasing my clit in between little pinches.
“I haven’t. You want me to put it on?” He asks. I am scratching his arm, laying down by his side on the couch that way, with my legs partially on his lap. Trying to find any position that lets me rub any part of me against any part of him. His cock is still hard and out in the open.
My mom asks for something and I think his dad walked away a little bit.
“Almost” he leans back towards me, licking my lips “Two…”
“Please. Pleasepleaseplease”.
“Yeah? What do you want, baby? How do you want me to end this?”
Fast.
Before anyone comes back.
“Slap it” I beg “Slap my pussy”
“Yeah? You enjoy that?”
“I really do. Slap it really hard, ok? Please?” I pant “Really really hard”
“Yeah, I can do that. You were such a good girl, I am so proud of you. You ready?”
“Yes, please” the vowels go on forever.
“One…” he whispers and rubs my clit violently as he slaps my pussy just as hard as he promised. The slap makes a loud noise but he doesn’t care and spanks it again.
I didn’t think it was possible to orgasm like this.
Everything went numb.
Everything went blurred.
I honestly don’t remember where I am.
I honestly don’t remember how to speak or move.
I am only kind of aware of the fact that I am naked.
Trevor pulls my shirt back up and puts my short back in place. He turns over a cushion that, I am guessing, is covered in a mix of my lube, squirt and cum.
He then helps me sit back on the couch. Fuck, he looks good. He is charming and handsome. Hot as fuck even for someone who just had it handed to her.
“You think you can walk?” He asks.
I think about it for a second, still unable to feel my legs, and shake my head no.
“It’s ok” his smile is weirdly caring “You ok?”
“Yeah” I stutter, still catching my breath.
“You sure?”
“Yeah”
I lean against his chest and he pats my hair for a moment, playing with it.
“Hey, Tessa is here! I didn’t see you there, Tess, you gonna watch a movie with us”
I nod, having trouble with words and Trevor jumps in to save me.
“Yeah, she’s joining us” he quickly winks at me before putting the spoon in his mouth. I hold my breath. He doesn’t break eye contact, the motherfucker.
He has the whole spoon on his tongue and he closes his eyes like it’s chocolate. Then he licks it some more.
“Oh great!” His dad says, coming to join us in the living room.
Trevor covers his lap with a cushion and I notice he is still hard. Of course he is still hard!
I look at him, feeling guilty and he raises his eyebrows as if quietly making fun of me. He holds my hand and discreetly takes it under the cushion so I can feel his cock.
He is thick and luscious. I close my grip around him and he closes his eyes for a second before removing my hand. I get disappointed cause he feels good to grab and I regret never having done that before.
My mom and his dad are talking about whatever and he turns to me and whispers “Tessie, tonight after you fall asleep…”
“Hm?”
“You can expect me”

(HATE FUCK) I (F20’s) am being initiated on sleep play by someone I hate – Part 2

I need to take back control.
If you don’t know what I’m talking about, you’d do well to read the beginning of my story here. If you’ve been there and done that, then just for you I’ll say it again: I need to take back control.
It was fine when we hated each other.
It was fine when we had a sex deal and nothing more.
But now he knows I was awake, he knows some of my kinks, he knows how to please me and he knows I would like repeats.
He knows too much and what do I know?
That he moans during sex. Excellent. Some Cold War spy grade investigation right there.
I now long for the days when we would sigh in frustration just for crossing each other down the hall. Cause today I crossed him down that same hall and he smirked.
A little fucking grin like he knows what my cum tastes like and how to have that on the menu whenever he likes.
I don’t mind that grin on a boyfriend or a friend with benefits.
But fucking imbecile Trevor went on for forty minutes just last week trying to piss me off over Roe v Wade and… no, ok? Just no. That kind of man (if I can even call that idiot fucker a “man”) does not get to taste my cum and walk away like he owns me.
So new plan!
Take back control.
No trouble. He is the horny moron, I can work with this.
I walk downstairs a new woman. I had a cold shower. I masturbated. I got dressed in a nice short skirt and a cute little blouse that makes me look like a porn director went wild and decided to combine school girl and teacher in the same outfit. Cause here’s my plan: he’ll look at me, he’ll want me, I’ll say no. Control. Back.
Easy.
Or it would be.
If fucking Trevor wasn’t so gloriously hot.
If fucking Trevor wasn’t shirtless in the middle of the living room doing push ups.
If fucking Trevor didn’t have a six pack that would look so good on my tongue.
If fucking Trevor didn’t have these tattoos on his arms and chest that made my pussy go “oh good morning!”
Plan failed. I am not happy. I am horny, yes, but not happy.
“Morning, baby” he grins.
“Don’t call me baby” I am in a bad mood and it’s about to get worst, cause as soon as I walk into the kitchen, mom is there with a request.
“Baby, can you go to the store for me and Charlie today?”
WHY “baby”? Why does everyone have to call me baby?
“Can everyone please stop calling me baby”.
“I was just saying hello, Tess!” Mom takes a step back “What’s the matter with you this morning?”
“She probably needs a good night sleep” Trevor joins us in the kitchen, still shirtless “Something kept you up last night?”
“It would be so nice if you could… like… die”
“No fighting, children. I’ll need you two to go to the store today”
“Us two?” I blink. She said she needed ME. When did “me” become “us two”?
“Sure thing, Janet” he smiles, like a prince. Making an effort to be kind to everyone but me.
“I’m sorry, ‘us two’?” I’m still hang up on that part.
“I made a list, it shouldn’t take long”
“I’ll put a shirt on and get on it.”
“Why ‘us two’? Why is this a two person job?”
“So neither one of you has to be alone. Please don’t turn this into a thing, Tessie”
“Yeah, Tessie” he smirks again.
I really think if a jury of my peers would listen to this whole story I wouldn’t get too harsh of a sentence for commiting murder.
So off to the store we go.
“Did you have a good night?” He asks as soon as I close the door.
“Just drive”.
“It was an innocent question”
“No, it wasn’t”.
“Of course it wasn’t, I fucked your pussy hard and you were so wet I was afraid you’d ruin the hardwood floor. But I’m a gentleman”
“Is that what you are?”
“Among many other things”.
“Remember when we made this deal and you said we’d never have to talk about it?”
“Yeah, I lied. Can’t believe you fell for that.”
“You’re an asshole”
“And you’re a bitch, but you’re so hot I’m willing to let that go”
“Is there any chance we can drive in silence?”
“I’m serious, Tess. This whole sleep play thing was nasty good. I know you were awake, but we can keep trying until I get it right. What’s the ultimate fantasy for you here? Is it waking up filled with my cum and realizing I used you all night? Cause I can try to do that. Hell, I’m good to go right now if you wanna take a nap.”
Why does he have to be such an asshole about everything? I’m about to growl and yell, maybe bite. But the idea of waking up filled with his cum makes my mouth watery for whatever fucking reason. He was rude. Again. And I’m horny. Again.
Can you imagine, though?
Waking up after a delicious night of sleep and realizing your body is a little sore in all the right places. Reaching out between your thighs out of curiosity only to discover your pjs are gone and your pubes are soaking in cum.
This is the kind of thing that should make me disgusted, isn’t it? But the mere thought makes me wet.
I’m trying to pretend I’m not gasping for air, but he notices.
“Oh fuck my whole fucking life! THAT’S IT, isn’t it? You want me to use you nice and dirty, and you wanna wake up to my cum dripping out of your pussy”
“That’s not what I said!”
“FUCK, Tess! Do you have any idea how hot that is? Oh, baby, I can do you so good while you sleep”
I can’t breathe. What the hell is wrong with me?
“Trevor… just… ok? Can you… please?”
“Am I making you nervous?”
Yes, yes you are. But if I tell you that, I can kiss control goodbye and I better kiss it good cause I will never ever see it again.
“I gotta say there’s some other stuff I wanna do to you as well” he keeps going, when we park at the store.
“Excuse me?”
Other stuff? I told him he could use me while I slept, I low key offered my ass… what the fuck more does he want?
“But we can do your thing first. We gotta get you real tired today, so you sleep hard. And I’ll be slow, but fuck Tess, once I start slamming it in you’re bound to wake up. I don’t think you can sleep through that. Do you like that too? Waking up with a cock sliding in and out of your ass? Or does it have to be a next morning realization kinda thing?”
“What other stuff do you wanna do to me?” I cross my arms, offended. Why are men this greedy? What more could he want?
“You gonna get on your knees for me”
“On my…?”
“To suck my cock. I wanna fuck your throat. Actually… you’re gonna start talking about your feminist shit, then I’ll put you on your knees and fuck your throat. We can do your thing first though. Then we do my thing”
I am not entirely sure it is humanly possible for any woman to get more pissed off than I was at that second. “Rage” doesn’t seem like a strong enough word.
“We will do NO thing. Not my thing. Not your thing. No thing. We’re done and I CAN’T believe I let you fuck me!”
“But you did and it was really good and we both want more. So fuck off, Tess. We both know it’s happening. We had a deal because we both wanted it”
“And you lied on the deal”
“So make a new deal”
“Oh yeah, asshole? You want a new deal? You get on your knees for me and MAYBE I’ll let you touch me again”
“Fuck, baby, I love it when you go bratty like this. I’m gonna spank you tonight, ok?”
“Fuck you”
“Get a little blush on your ass while I fuck you on all fours like a little bitch? You’d like that?”
Yes.
Yes, I would really like that.
I am so fucking wet.
I hate my body. It’s clearly not on my side.
“You get on your knees first and I’ll think about it”
“What you gonna do to put me on my knees?” He laughs, teasing me, fishing for a reaction “Cause I can grab your hair and put you in your place. What can you do? Pout really hard?”
“I’ll make you a deal” I say. Cause if he wants to play Satan, I can play that too.
“What deal?”
“If you can do all our shopping without going hard, I’ll get down on my knees for you tonight”
He laughs so hard he shakes the car.
“Alright, deal”
“You don’t wanna hear what I get?”
“I’m not a teenager, Tessie. I can go a couple of hours without a spontaneous erection, so I’m fine”
“If you lose, you get down on your knees for me. But not tonight. I say when”
“Ok, you want anything else?” His grin is still there.
“Yeah. No more talking about sex during the day. You leave me alone.”
“Sure thing, sweet pea. So all I have to do is shop without getting a hard on and you’ll suck me tonight?”
“I’ll swallow and everything”
His grin falters for a second and I realize I’m turning him on.
That makes me happy, but I didn’t even start yet.
“Ok. Here I go!”
“Don’t forget your mask” I say.
His mask is made out of fabric and is sitting in a small compartment on the dashboard. I take it and he goes “thank you, baby” but I don’t give it to him.
Instead, I wrap it around my fingers and take it between my thighs. I shove my panties to the side and tease my clit with my mask-covered-fingers . My body arches and I let out a little moan.
“What the fuck are you…?”
His words shake. Like they are frail little things being beaten to death with a stick.
I spread my legs, pressing me knees against the dashboard and sink a finger in, soaking his mask in my pussy juice.
Trevor is frozen and speechless, watching my hand disappear underneath my skirt and holding his breath.
I only take a couple of second cause this is far too easy.
“Here” I say, like a good helpful girl, placing the mask over his nose and mouth before making sure it’s tied by his ears. One ear at a time, cute and sweet, like I’m being a nice assistant instead of a horrible tease.
Trevor doesn’t even move. It’s like he forgot how.
There is a tremor on his chin. He takes a deep breath and his eyes close against his will.
“Fuck” he whispers, weakly.
“Yeah, I know” I fake a sad voice “I smell good, huh?”
“So fucking good” his eyes are still closed.
The mask moves as if he is licking the inside of the fabric.
“Is that good too?” I remove the mask from one of his ears and the tip of his tongue is still between his lips. I put my tongue in close to his and lick the inside of the fabric also. Trevor holds on to the steering wheel as if he is about to have a seizure. I put his mask back on and moan “Hm, I taste good”.
I think this is when Trevor remembers the deal cause he holds the whole bottom half of my face under his huge hand, forcing me to shut up. Not a word, not a smirk. Just his hand on my mouth keeping me quiet.
And that’s when I unlock a new kink apparently cause he grabs me violently and I’m am immediately turned on. Fuck, I want the spankings and the ass fucking and the hand shutting me up. All at the same time, please and thank you.
But first I wanna destroy him.
I moan like a whore on a payroll under his hand and lick his fingers.
I only licked him but by the way he takes his hand off me, you’d think I electrocuted him.
His dick is hard.
Very extremely hard.
As if, I could sit on it and ride it right now until we both came.
“I think you lost, baby” I smirk.
He gets out of the car in a hurry. Fucking pissed, he is. He has to stand outside in the cold for a few minutes, calming himself before he can make it to the store and I am smiling like I never had a bad day in my life.
And the rest of the day is just as glorious.
Now Trevor is the one in a horrible mood.
He’ll have to get on his knees and lick me. Whenever I say.
He can’t tease me anymore AND he has the bluest of balls right now.
This is the most wonderful thing that could have happened and I am truly a beacon of joy.
My happiness makes him even more bitter which makes me even more happy. What a marvellous day.
All that happiness runs into a sudden stop when I go to the bathroom to find his wet towel on the floor.
“Seriously?” My turn to go in his room without knocking “You have a closet filled with clean towels in this bedroom, and you can’t get a new one and leave this wet one in the…”
“Not now, Tess” he sounds serious. We had to put the office desk in the back of the room to make space for a bed. He is sitting in the small table, facing me, with his laptop open in front of him. He raises his eyes, still in a mood “I’m about to go on a meeting. Go fuck off”.
“Asshole” I say before leaving. I shower for the second time today cause I was… well, in need. All this teasing was great to kill his mood but I wasn’t immune to the whole thing, is all I’m saying.
But, as no joy in life lasts forever, as soon as I step out I discover that MY towel is also completely wet. He used BOTH towels when he showered and replaced none.
I wrap it around my body and go straight to mom’s office (where he now sleeps and works) which is where we keep the clean ones.
You know where this is going, right?
Remember yesterday when I said my life was about to turn into a cheap porn? Yeah, this is kind of what I was talking about.
I walk into his room and he is about to tell me to fuck off. But I am butt naked and wet under a towel and he is a straight man who was denied relief a couple hours ago, so he does a double take, mutes his microphone and goes “Are you insane?”
“I will be, if don’t start replacing the damn towels”
“Yeah, I’m here” he unmutes his mic and stares at me like he could fuck me in the ass with his keyboard “I saw the numbers and…” ok, I don’t remember exactly what he said next, it was some work crap. The important bit is that I dropped my wet towel to replace it with a clean one and Trevor choked.
I can hear the click of the mic being muted.
“Tess? Could you please leave? Right the fuck now?”
“Am I disturbing you? I’m sorry, baby, I promise it was innocent”.
He unmutes.
“Yeah, send it to me later with the full report” (this wasn’t exactly what he said, I don’t care what he said) The bit I care about came next.
He mutes.
“No, it wasn’t innocent”he said.
“No, of course it wasn’t” I smile “I shoved a mask covered in my pussy juice under your nose and you’ve been hard, thinking about me on my knees, taking you in my throat and swallowing. Two things I can do very well, by the way. Unfortunately, you won’t find out. Cause you got hard like an inexperienced teenager and lost the bet”.
He unmutes.
“Do that” he says to his colleagues before staring me dead in the eye “I’m gonna fuck your pussy so deep tonight you’re gonna taste my cum in your tongue”. I would smile if his eyes didn’t widen in panic “NO! It was a… I was talking to…”
Oh dear heaven, he was unmuted.
I cover my mouth in panic as he gestures me to get the fuck out.
I obey and run back to my room.
I’d feel bad, but I really don’t.
It was his mistake and he has always been an idiot, he deserves to be embarrassed for a second. I’m sure it will be…
My door slams open and Trevor looks livid.
Enraged, furious, shaking with anger.
I’m still getting dressed, which means I have nothing on besides panties and bra.
“Get out” I say.
“Get out?” He asks, like a psycho “Oh, am I inconveniencing you?”
He slams my door shut and it is the middle of the day. Our parents are up. I was stupid with my little power play before but now we are really tempting luck.
“Trevor, my mom and your dad are…”
He doesn’t listen. I was trying to put pants on but he marches toward me like a carnivore who has skipped a couple of meals and smacks it out of my hand. He then grabs me by the hips and throws me on my bed.
“What the fuck are you doing?”
“Teaching you a lesson about what you find out when you fuck around”
He unzips his pants. I try to move but he grabs me again and this time I know he means it.
His hands on my hips are heavy and unrelenting.
“If you’re gonna say ‘red’ you better say it right now”
I’m not.
“Get out” I repeat.
“Yeah, fucking cunt. You get your pussy juice on my face and leave me hard. Then you parade naked around my room. What the fuck do you want? My sanity? My job?” He forces me to stay on all fours and rips out my panties “No, what you want is this” he fucks me dry and raw. Shoves his whole cock in, in one go.
It burns cause I’m not fully wet, but I’ll be damned if that burn doesn’t feel good as fuck.
“Fuck” I try to scratch him but he grabs my hands.
“You wanna get dicked, is what you want. You wanna get dicked like a cheap whore. And that’s fine by me”
He has one hand around my throat and the other on my wrist. I have only one arm to support myself but he humps me so hard I half fall off the bed. I’m having a horrible time trying to maintain any kind of balance: one of my knees is on the mattress, the other is on the floor; one of my hands is trapped by his firm grip, the other is desperately trying to get a hold of anything; my back is arched because of his hand on my throat and there is a very large raging man in my back, stomping my pussy so hard that every time I think I found a position, he destroys it.
So I give up.
I drop my head against the edge of the bed or the hardwood floor and I take it.
And he gives it to me so very good.
Fucking me like it’s a punishment. Moaning and gasping behind me like he is desperate to cum before I do, just so he can leave me wanting. I’m not sure that’s feasible though… I am so on edge, I could cum any second now.
Remember when I said I was dry? That’s a distant past now. I am wet, my pussy drooling its sweet honey all over his cock and the floor.
“I’m gonna teach you some respect” he growls “What the fuck did you say about me being an inexperienced teenager? You wanna said that again?”
“Yeah, cause that’s what you are” he is fucking me so hard the words come out covered in saliva and I am drooling on the floor.
“Oh?” He sounds furious when he smacks my ass. Spanks it hard enough to make me jump in surprise. And it hurts. It hurts so fucking deliciously good.
“You were hard in a second. I barely had to try”
“Fucking brat” he spanks me again, and again “You gonna eat that fucking grin, you hear me? You gonna eat that with my cock and you gonna swallow them both, or I’ll make you regret”
“How? You gonna pout really hard?”
Oh, that did it.
I thought he was spanking me hard before.
I was wrong. He hits my ass with such a heavy hand I’m sure to have his fingers printed on my ass cheek for the whole week.
“I dont’t even need your pussy anymore. You piss me off so much I could cum just by spanking you”
“Same. Specially cause you don’t fuck me hard enough”
Trevor shoves his cock in me with such power that I scream. It pleases him, but I couldn’t hide it. It goes in too hard, too deep, at this perfect spot that makes my brain shut down.
“What were you saying?” he laughs and this time he got me. I have no come back. I am so close. I feel my body starting to melt. “Nothing? No come back?” He moans, biting my ear, licking me neck and cums. He orgasms hot and violent inside of me and pulls out before I can follow.
I am about to scream in frustration but he shuts my mouth in that manly way that makes me squeeze my thighs. I’m gonna cum even without his cock, holy fucking shit, what is this?
“You want me to let you cum?” He has his arm around my waist, holding me in place “Say ‘please’”
Fuck it, I don’t even think. I am so close I can feel the orgasm in my lips.
“Please” I beg “Please, please”
“Look who changed her tune” he says, but doesn’t touch me.
“Please” I beg harder “Trevor, fuck, please! I said please. Please!”
“Yes, baby, I heard you” he rubs my clit with one hand, so good I throw my head back over his shoulder. I am shaking, trembling and moaning cause like an wild thing. “You close? You wanna cum for me? You fucking whore?” He slaps my pussy, and that’s it. I have a new favorite thing in the world. My eyes roll back and I stop breathing. He slaps my pussy again while rubbing my clit and I lose control of my body. All of me melts away. “My fucking whore” he whispers, licking the sweat of my neck while I climax grabbing on to his arms.
He keeps giving my pussy these tiny little slaps until I stop shaking.
Then it’s business as usual. He throws me on the bed and zips up his pants.
“I gotta get back to work. But don’t worry, I’ll make you kneel for me soon enough” he smirks.
“No, you won’t” I smile and it’s my turn to wink as he leaves “But it will be fun to watch you try”.

(SLEEP PLAY) I (F20’s) am being initiated on sleep play by someone I hate

Ok, you’re gonna have to try to keep up with me here, cause a lot happened. Some of it was weird, most of it was fun. And then it was over, but now maybe it’s not?
I need to slow down.
I need to take you back to the beginning.
This happened a while ago, around early 2020 when everyone was going on lockdown, COVID was raging and rich people were singing Imagine from their jacuzzis. I was out of the country for college but my classes got temporarily suspended and as a consequence so did my visa.
Back home I went, to live with mom for a while until I could go back to school. At this point I was 21… almost 22 years old. Now, mom was never the most emotionally stable person to begin with and lockdown sure made it worst. She had a weird life, a weird boyfriend and a weird car; this will all be important later so don’t forget.
Anyway, I come home and find out that:
1- My mom actually married the weird boyfriend and no, she didn’t tell anyone about it
2- They are now living together
3- They had no idea I was coming home (even though I spoke to her about this four times and sent north of twenty emails regarding my visa issue)
4- Since they are both over 50, they thought it would be better not to be alone during lockdown
5- They didn’t know I was available (I’ll refer you back to point 3) and asked Trevor (mom’s weird boyfriend’s son) to move in with them indefinitely
6- Trevor cancelled his lease and moved in… to my fucking room.
Are you with me? Perfect.
I am not some pushover babydoll who can’t handle men and put them in their place, something Trevor had to learn pretty quickly. He had to convert mom’s office and shove a bed in there cause I wasn’t sharing my room.“This isn’t some cheap porno” is what I thought, but boy was I wrong.
Trevor was almost 25 at this point. He had a job (remote cause of lockdown) but couldn’t find a decent place to live in a hurry, so he stayed.
And ok! I did notice he was handsome. I did notice he was hot. Those innocent baby blue eyes and that bad boy smirk would be a dangerous combination to any straight woman even if he wasn’t deliciously fit with some nice tattoos. Which, of course, you guessed it: he was.
At first it was fine. Or almost. I mean, me and mom get along fine I guess. Her boyfriend, Charlie, is weird but he stays out of my way. The issue was Trevor. Fucking Trevor.
We didn’t get along.
We have different world views and there are only so many times I can scream at an idiotic sexist asshole before I start losing my mind. I though he was hot on day one, when I could only judge his looks. But by then, it was day #22 and I would never, EVER, FUCKING EVER let someone who says “not all men” get ANYWHERE near my pussy.
But his stupid remarks weren’t even my greatest problem with Trevor.
My problem were his “escapades”.
The man COULD NOT keep his fucking dick zipped in.
He HAD to go out. It was a lockdown. People were dying. Our parents were in the risk group. But can Trevor go without sex for one damned week?
Nooooo. Too much to ask. Of course.
That’s how I became the sex police. I would stay up, I would lock the doors, I would steal his keys. Did I like it? No. But did I do it? Oh, you better believe it.
I hated him and he hated me right back.
I hated sharing a bathroom with him, I hated his wet towels everywhere, I hated the noise he made when he chew, I hated his smug fucking smile, I hated how my mom always took his side, I hated him.
And I’m am COMPLETELY sure he hated me.
There were days when we would sigh in frustration just for crossing each other down the hall.
At least he stopped fighting me and wouldn’t go out to fuck anymore.
Instead he would stay in, subscribe to some girl’s Only Fans and wank it every other night.
As long as he wasn’t risking our parents lives, I didn’t care and… he was nice to listen to.
We share a paper thin wall and Trevor is LOUD when he jerks off. Like most men should be, you know? I always hated quiet man in bed. A man who can moan and let me know he is liking it is hot as fuck.
And, truth be told, that was Trevor.
He had this very distinct low growl every time he started touching himself. This sexy manly grunt, like he was unloading some heavy weight from his shoulders. And from there on it only got hotter. I could hear the sound of skin beating skin while he fucked his fist. His shallow breath. His moans. He would plead and command, like he was talking to someone.
And I wish I could just put on my earphones and forget he existed but I’ve been without sex as well and he was so good to listen to.
I couldn’t stop myself.
No one had to know!
So I would sit with my back against our shared wall, I would put my panties down and I would tease myself listening to this sexist idiot moan while I pretended he was fucking me.
The first night I did that, orgasm was so powerful I thought it was gonna rip me apart. I had to bite my lip so hard it bled, and I’m not entirely sure I didn’t scream.
It was delicious and it became a habit.
I would hear his grunt in the middle of the night and my pussy would get wet in a second. Like I was a trained little bitch getting aroused on command.
Four months went by.
Four.
And Trevor was getting more and more frustrated.
There was no vaccine in sight, no end for the lockdown, no good rent options after he gave up his flat and porn wasn’t cutting it for him anymore. It was a Thursday night and our parents were asleep when he knocked on my door.
“Tess?” He let’s himself in. I HATE it when he does that.
“Don’t you fucking knock?”
“I did!”
“You’re supposed to wait until someone tells you to get in”
“Oh my fucking God, are you gonna bust my balls over this? I’m already in. You want me leave and knock again?”
“I want you to knock properly next time”
“I will”
“You won’t” I scold, cause history has taught me he can’t listen.
“What the fuck is your problem with me?”
“Tonight or in general?”
He bites his lip and mutters to himself so I can barely hear him:
“One of these days I’m gonna spank that delicious ass of yours so hard, you’ll shut up”
“What did you say?”
“Nothing. Can I talk to you?”
“Aren’t you already?”
He rolls his eyes hard, holding his breath like he can’t stand me for one more second.
“You’re the most annoying fucking bitch I ever met, you know that?”
“Was that it? Great talk.”
“No, that was not it. I came to talk to you about sex” he closes my door and I let out a spontaneous laugh.
“Uh… no, thank you” I smirk.
He slams his hand against my dresser in frustration. It’s not violent or scary, as he is neither. I mean, he has plenty of faults, don’t get me wrong… but never violent or scary. He slams his hand down like he needs an outlet for all his pent-up sexual desire and it’s really fucking hot.
It’s the way he hits the dresser.
Makes me think it wouldn’t be too bad if that slam was on me.
“Don’t hit my things!” I say, but my mouth is a little dry and my pussy is a little wet.
“You cannot possibly be ok with this arrangement”.
“And what arrangement would that be?”
“Not having sex for months? Look… You’re as irritating as an itch under the balls that won’t go away. Literally like someone has been pinching my nuts for four straight months, without letting go”
“Aww, you too. Your point?”
“My point is that you’re hot. Even if I hate you and think you are the AntiChrist, I can’t deny you have the nicest looking ass and some really juicy looking tits”
I would stop him. I really would.
He is being crass, rude and inappropriate. But… just like the slam on the dresser, the way he says those things about me, with heavy eyelids and unstable breathing, like he is ready to jump on the bed and fuck me with our clothes on.
“You must have sex often” he continues “I’m not sure it’s good sex, as you’re a stuck-up bitch, but I’m sure it’s often. Whenever you want, at the very least. And four months of abstinence can’t be easy on you, just like it’s not easy on me”
“You’re not proposing what I think you’re proposing?”
“Yes, I am. It’s just sex. Just a direct exchange. I’ll let you use me as dildo, you let me use you as fleshlight. We don’t care about each other. I just need a warm hole to dump some cum in, once in a while”
“Do you even listen to yourself?” I complain but my pussy is burning like it wants to say yes to things I only ever say no “Do you think any woman would say yes to that?”
“Stop being such a priss, will you? I can hear you flicking your clit every night when I’m beating my meat”.
“W… WHAT?”
“Oh, yeah. Look outraged. That’s gonna fly” he rolls his eyes “This is a very thin wall and I can hear you moaning, smashing your wet puss and whispering dirty words. I stopped using porn a while back. Lately I just stroke myself to your moans, you know? Like you do me?”
“I most certainly do not do…”
“Save it for someone who’ll believe you. I’m not asking for much, Tess. You scratch me, I scratch you. We never have to talk about it, no one needs to know. And maybe we both survive locked in this house another month”.
It would be nice to… scratch.
It’s been a while.
He is a bleeding idiot, but he is hot.
It would be really nice to scratch.
“What makes you think I don’t already have a dildo?”
“You’ve been masturbating to my moans for weeks. If I gave you my dick, you’d take it”.
I wanna say no out of spite, but I instead what I say is:
“You can fuck me while I sleep”
He is immediately taken aback.
“What?”
Yeah, Tess, WHAT?
“I mean” I cross my arms in front of me, intentionally making my boobs pop just a bit “I don’t like you, Trevor, I don’t wanna see you touching me. Sex would be good, yes, but I don’t wanna have to deal with you”.
“Let me get this straight” he treads, carefully, like a CEO trying to get a hold of his new company’s finances “You’re telling me that I can walk into your room, take of your clothes, touch you whatever I want and put my cock inside your pussy until I cum… while you are sleeping?”
“Yes. As long as you don’t wake me up, you can do whatever you want”
“Tess” he starts, with a huge grin across his face like Alice is about to rise up from a bush and ask him why is everyone here crazy. Well, I don’t know, Alice! But it sure looks like I am! “Is this an old fantasy of yours? Am I helping you fullfil a fetish of some kind?”
Yes.
I am a feminist.
I am in charge of my life.
But whenever I am alone, those are the erotic short stories I like to read. The ones where the woman is taken advantage of while she is fast asleep.
But I’m not about to tell him that.
“No. I just don’t want to see you touch me”
“You sure that’s not a kink for you, baby? Cause if it is…” he groans, as if trying to stop an erection though not really “If that’s the kind of thing you like, I can oblige”.
“It’s not the kind of thing I like. Don’t call me baby. And if you keep trying to turn this against me, the deal goes away”.
“You know I really like them bratty”
“Who’s them?”
“The women I fuck. I like them to be bratty. I like to tame them”.
“You want to tame me?” I laugh “Well, good fucking luck”.
“Thank you, baby” he says, just to piss me off “We’re gonna need a safe word”
“No, we don’t. You’ll walk in, fuck me while I sleep and get out”.
“Yeah, but now that I know you like that shit, what if you want more?”
“I won’t”
“I’m thinking Red just to keep it easy?”
“I don’t need a safe word! I am not into kinky hardcore stuff”
“Of course not. You just like to be hate fucked while you’re unconscious”.
“Red is fine” I decide to end the conversation already “Now get out”.
“What are you doing?”
“Watching a movie”
“No, you’re not” he unplugs my tv from the socket and turns off my lights “You are going to sleep, and do it fast please. All this hate fucking talk has me hard”
“You’re starting TONIGHT?” I ask but he is long gone.
And in his benefit, it has to be said: he waited a full hour before coming back.
I’m not asleep yet, but I don’t think I’ll be able to sleep at all. So I just lay perfectly still, breathing quietly, pretending to be asleep so I can see what happens next.
I have my back turned against the door, but I can hear him walking in and closing the door behind him. I wait for him to touch me. I wait for him to do something. But for the first minute he just stands there watching me “sleep”. Maybe he is trying to figure out if I really am out or not. Or maybe he is already touching himself. I don’t know. And I can never know cause that would require opening my eyes and admiring that I am awake.
The bed wobbles when he sinks his knee in it to remove my covers ever so slowly. I am wearing a top and really short PJ shorts, the kind that are likely to leave half my ass out in the open and which I may or may not have changed into after our conversation.
His touch is cold and I almost shiver. I think I heard him smirk, but I can’t be sure. His fingers slide up the back of my thigh all the way up to my short.
“Fuck” he whispers so gently that, were I asleep, it would not have woken me upon “I don’t even know what I wanna do to your first”. But it looks like he does, cause he grabs the bottom part of my PJ and tugs on it, pulling it down and out of his way “Fuck me, look at this ass” I can hear him salivating.
Pretending to be asleep is hard, but it’s turning me on to the point where my pussy is being converted into a fucking waterfall. I try to stay very very still, but it’s like Trevor is trying to get a reaction out of me with every move and every word.
“You know I wanted to push my cock into your ass the night we met?” He whispers, still as if he didn’t want to wake me “You were so pissy, trying to outsmart me. Then you bent over to get something under the counter and I thought if I had my cock up your ass, you’d be far easier to tolerate. Let’s see if that’s true” he has his hand between my thighs, patting my pussy like it’s a cat he just adopted “You said I could do anything I wanted. Does that mean anal? Cause that’s what I want right now. Haven’t had an ass in a while”
I don’t move. My heart skips a beat cause as far as that goes I’m still a virgin. But I don’t think he’s gonna fuck my ass on day one so I keep quiet.
“But on the other hand…” he licks the fingers he had in my pussy before putting them back. He strokes me a few times until his fingers are damp with pussy juice and lick them again. As soon as he is done, he starts over. Like he is eating me. One lick at a time. I have his saliva all over my slit.
Trevor lays down behind me and his cock is against my butt cheeks. His pants mush me down cause what I feel is skin on skin. His arms, his chest, his legs. And his erection. It’s poking me as if it really wanted to skip everything else and go straight for my ass.
His hand is still caressing my pussy though. Trying to grab my very neatly trimmed pubes with his hungry fingers.
He moves like he wished he could enjoy me slower, but he is so horny he can’t hold on for long.
“Let’s see those tits” he pulls my shirt up really carefully not to disturb my sleep “Yes, baby, just like that. Let’s see these juicy looking tits” he drools on the words when my boobs go free. “Fuck” he mutters a bit too loud, as if that one actually slipped “I’m gonna bite those fucking tits so hard my dentist will know you’re mine. But that’s tomorrow, baby”.
Why tomorrow? Why not now? I almost ask.
I am wet and horny, starting to need the cock and the spanking.
Tomorrow, I’ll pretend none of this ever happened. Tomorrow, I’ll pretend I was fast asleep and didn’t even notice he fucked me. I can pretend we did all this just cause he is a neanderthal that can’t go without sex, so we just did this to keep him calm and in lockdown, it wasn’t for me! I don’t need this! I don’t need sex and I don’t need him! That’s how I intend to play it. But it will be a bit harder if I am longing for his teeth around my nipples. So I’d rather he just did that now.
“Spread your legs for me” he says. I don’t move. His grin and chuckle are warm in my ear and he spreads my legs himself “You didn’t say if I could cum inside, but I’m clean so I’ll assume I can. Stop me if I’m wrong”.
That’s all he says before he fucks me.
He moves his hips like he is no hurry, but grabs mine like he could cum any second.
His cock is nice and thick, throbbing all the way in and out while he thrusts into me with passion and a hint of rage.
His moans sound so much better when there is no wall between us. I can feel the want in his harsh voice asking me to move just a little, calling me baby, calling me names, promising to put me on my knees.
I can only hear half of it. My mind flutters as pleasure takes a hold of me. His breath in my ear, his hands sliding away from my hips to caress my pussy… my clit. Oh fuck, I’m gonna cum. I don’t know if I can pretend to be asleep anymore.
I squirm just a little, trying to play it off as restless sleep but the orgasm is right there and my thighs are convulsing around it. It’s been four months since I had a hot blooded man inside my pussy and fuck if Trevor isn’t owning it.
His moans become more urgent and he brushes his fingers on my clit, playing me like a guitar.
I can’t. I can’t, I can’t, I can’t.
I climax, shivering and trembling. My lips feel numb, my pussy is sore.
He sinks his cock in all the way down to his balls and with a last growl he cums, feeling me up and biting my ear.
“Still gonna pretend to be asleep?” He laughs.
I don’t say a word.
Fuck it. He can’t know I’m awake. He can guess, but I won’t confirm it so he won’t know for s…
“You understand I know you’re awake, right?”
I don’t respond so he pinches my clit really tight so I let out a groan of pain. Only it sounds more like pleasure. And since I am severely enjoying this pinch, maybe it is actually only pleasure.
“Oh, do you like this? Fuck, Tess. You like some hardcore kinky shit”
I am still squirming and moaning. His grip is so fucking delicious it turns me on again and I’m not sure I’d need much to cum again.
“Good girls are the worst ones, aren’t they? Don’t worry, baby, I can give you what you need. We’ll get you spanked and humiliated in no time”
“I don’t like that stuff” I growl, stubborn.
“You don’t like this” his grip gets so tight I might lose my clit.
I wanna say I don’t. But instead all I can moan is “I do, IdoIdoIdo”.
“Atta girl”.
“Let me go!” I complain, realising I am losing all control. He obeys me with a smile.
“I said I was gonna fuck your ass by the way, you didn’t even flinch. Is that on the table?”
“I… well… no” I say, but even I have trouble believing me.
“Ok, so it’s on the table then?” He laughs yet again “God, I’m gonna love fucking you in the ass. This lockdown just got so much better” he spanks me jokingly before getting up.
“I said no”
“You have to say red, remember? Are you gonna say red to my cock inside your sweet ass?”
His grin makes me want to punch him. But I don’t say red and he notices.
“You and me are gonna have a lot of fun, baby” he winks before leaving my room “You’ll be my obedient little toy in no time”.

[DUBIOUS-CONSENT] [F20-M45] The stranger I met at a nudist beach

“I don’t understand!” I said “Is it like… a nudist beach?”
“No!” Sabrina laughed “It’s legal to be nude here anywhere near the water”.
“So…” I was still not sure this was a good idea “… it’s NOT a nudist beach, then?”
“Heaven´s sake, Lara! It’s a regular beach. You can be naked. No one will arrest you. How hard is it to understand?”
She sounded exhausted. But for the life of me, I don’t know why! Why would I go to a regular beach and be naked? Excuse me, if I do find that very hard to understand.
“Sabrina, will other people be naked there, or will it just be the two of us?”
“It’s deserted, love. We’ll likely be the ONLY two people there at all”.
“Ok, but if there is more people, they would be…”
At this point she gave up and dragged me out of the house.
For two weeks, we traveled around Spain being nothing other than proper christian young women. We saw museums, went on hikes, talked to locals, did some shopping, ate wonderful food. It felt like a proper send off to our college years and a welcome into the adult life.
And then we arrived at Mallorca.
The beautiful island south of Spain is (as islands usually have a tendency to be) surrounded by incredible beaches on all sides. I’d call it a Paradise, but there must be something in the water here… because since we arrived, Sabrina (my best friend since we were toddlers, and a modest woman all her life) seems to be much less into the Christ and much more into the Sin. I swear it: if Mallorca was the Garden of Eden, Sabrina would be eating that apple on all three courses plus dessert.
So dragged out the door I go and to one of the most empty beaches around the island.
I’m unsure about this whole ordeal, to say the least.
Unsure about this rumour Sabrina heard on it being legal to just be naked anywhere near water.
Unsure that we will actually find a deserted beach in Spain during the summer.
Unsure that (even if we do find it!) it would be a good ideia to strip naked under the sun just because.
Sabrina, on the other hand, is oozing confidence.
But we did want this trip to be an adventure, and there is no adventure if you don’t… well… venture.
I’m not sure if I’m pretty.
But I am very sure I am not that comfortable with my body.
We get to the beach and while it is deserted (thank the Lord) I still have a hard time undressing. I’m mean… shirt and skirt get off just fine. But the bikini I had underneath takes me a few minutes to muster the courage to undress.
Sabrina is my polar oposite. She didn’t even have a bikini underneath. She came here to be nude and nude she is.
She is my cousin and I am sure we have seen each other naked before, though for the life of me I can’t remember a single instance right now. But it must have happened! Surely! When we were small children at least.
Sabrina is beautiful.
She has very luscious curves that should be very common in latinas, but not on petite white girls from California. I try not to stare cause who wants to be a creep in a nude beach, right? But she has really heavy breasts and tiny pink nipples that make me feel inadequate. My boobs are much smaller than hers and my nipples are quite large. I feel like hiding them with my arms and hands. Hell, I feel like hiding them back in the bikini.
Sabrina also made sure to wax through and through. Besides her head and eyebrows, the woman does not have a single hair on her body to tell the tale of what happened to the others. Her vagina specially! The thing has been waxed like she planned this trip and prepared for it.
And who knows? Maybe she did.
I didn’t. So I still have my unruly dark mound down there. Thanks to genetic, I don’t have a lot of hair in those areas, or the bush would make me blush and shy away even harder. But it’s bad enough as it is.
So we lay there, on the towels we placed on the sand, and try to pretend we aren’t completely absolutely undeniably naked right next to each other and in public. Or at least, that’s what I’M doing. I have no idea about Sabrina.
She put her AirPods on and seems to be jamming to some Black Bear songs.
I could use a distraction, but I’m a little scared a stranger might catch us and if I don’t hear them coming, how will I be able to hide myself?
That is an excellent question, by the way, (or an excellent fear) because it proves to be true within fifteen minutes.
Sabrina almost seems like she could doze off laying under the sun.
Me? I’m a pile of nerves just waiting for her to wake up so we can mark check on this adventure as ventured so I can go back home and back into my clothes without feeling like a coward.
But I was telling you about the fifteen minutes, the fear that proved to be true and the stranger.
I didn’t notice him at first, which seems outrageous considering I wasn’t even distracting myself with the sole purpose of paying attention. He came walking against the wind, to the left of us, where there were some rocks that kept his approach hidden.
When I finally noticed him, he was about twenty feet away.
He was older than me and Sabrina, in our twenties. Much older. Like late thirties or maybe early forties. He had sunburnt skin and a dad bod I would be capable of complimenting if I was fully clothes and seeing him from a safe distance. But being up close and butt naked make you notice different things, like that fact that he was fully fucking dressed.
FULLY fucking dressed.
I’m gonna kill Sabrina.
This man has a shirt on. Shorts. Socks and running shoes. In fact that seems to be the nature of his presence there. Poor gentleman was running in the early hours of the morning and he most definitely did not expect to come across two naked twenty year olds. How do I know this? Because of the way he stopped dead in his tracks, took his sunglasses off to make sure he was seeing right and smiled.
The only thing I wanted to do more than kill Sabrina was die.
She was still oblivious, of course. The sweet innocent little devil that she is.
Laying there with her eyes closed and her AirPods on, unaware of the fully dressed man staring at our naked bodies like someone just announced it was dinner time.
I froze.
I didn’t know what to do.
I didn’t know what to say.
With any luck, he would put his sunglasses back on and go about his day like nothing ever happened. I’d be embarrassed, he’d have a funny story to tell his friends over beer, and that would be that.
Luck, however, is something I do not seem to have.
He puts his sunglasses back on and I almost feel like it’ll be ok, until he drops on his knee to… “tie his shoes”.
Thing is: his shoes were already tied! They were perfectly tied. He is literally untying them just to tie them back. He is doing it slowly and poorly, I would think, since he is not even looking at his laces while he ties them.
Instead, he is looking at me.
Side eyed, with a smirk. Checking my body shamelessly. Taking advantage of the fact that I’m frozen. And that’s not even the worst part! Considering where he is, if I spread my legs apart one single inch, he will see my pussy better than any other person in the planet ever has, since I am very much a virgin.
I had one guy see me naked in college. And that was it.
That’s the whole of my sexual experience.
My college almost boyfriend, and the stranger in the almost nude beach.
Way to go, Lara!
Twenty years and an impressive sex resume, if I do say so myself.
He finishes tying his shoes as has no more reason to linger. And yet, he does. He lets go of his laces and turns to me, one knee still in the sand. Neither one of us moves. Me, cause frozen by surprise and fear. He, cause waiting to see what I’ll do next.
He’s much closer now.
Close enough that, by the angle of his head, I know he is staring at me and not at Sabrina.
He’s checking out my average sized tits and my round pink nipples, the pale smooth skin on my stomach all the way down to my pube covered pussy. He sits on his ankcles and I notice the hard bulge on his shorts. He slides his hand over it, absent minded, like he just wants to draw my attention to it.
I gasp a little and he loves it.
His smirk snaps me back into reality and I go for my bag, dropped on the sand beside me, where my clothes are. I start fishing them out to cover myself but his deep little moan draws my eyes.
He doesn’t say a word. Not a single word. But his forehead is wrinkled and he is making a face as if to say “C’mon now, please don’t cover yourself. What’s the fun in that?”.
I don’t know why I stop, but I do.
His stare.
His smirk.
His desire.
This older man, fully dressed, staring down at my naked vulnerable body like he’d like to own it. His whole atitude making it clear he won’t leave until he sees and enjoys everything he wants to. I feel like I’m for sale. Like I’m some hot car he is considering, but won’t buy unless he’s inspected every inch of it. I clench my thighs when this burning feeling takes over me. My nipples go hard and his grin lets me know he noticed it. He noticed it all.
He’s silently watching me.
And I like it.
He tilts his head and the angle makes it obvious he is thoroughly analysing my pussy.
I should get dressed.
I should leave.
Instead, I slide my thighs open just a teeny tiny bit. Barely enough for him to see my pussy lips.
My minor display of interest pleases him greatly. He lets out a groan of satisfaction and grabs his bulge over his shorts, his teeth sinking into his lower lip.
He looks like the kind of guy with experience. The kind of guy who can fuck a woman and break her heart. Or maybe the kind of guy who is married and bored, touching himself for a twenty year old as an escape from his dead bedroom. Or a single father of two who needs a little excitement in his quiet morning run.
Old enough to be my dad.
Horny enough to not give a fuck.
He drags himself, still on his knees, up closer and shoves his hand down his shorts. His cock is well kept in his pants except for the fat red looking tip, like a thick head peaking out of his shorts, leaking fat drops of pre-cum all over his fingers.
I lick my lips and that makes him moan.
I like that too.
I like that I can make him moan.
The movement of his hand is hypnotic. Fucking his clenched fist like it’s my inexperienced pussy. It’s getting hard to breathe.
His sunglasses slide down his nose and I can see his dark eyes over the edge checking me out… but then he looks away.
He looks at Sabrina scratching her tits, still half asleep. She takes a second too long scratching one of her tiny looking perfect nipples and his body convulses a little, taken by growing pleasure.
This part, I don’t like.
I don’t like losing his attention, specially to her!
I spread my legs open a little bit more.
“Oh” he mutters. Pleased with the effect his lost of interest had on me.
His voice is deep and disconcerting. I sit up a little so I can keep my legs spread like this and have his attention back to myself. He loses himself in it: admiring my partially open little cunt, pussy lips glistening.
I’ve never seen a man jerk off.
Maybe on some video once, but never ever live. I can’t look away. The power of his fist, the desire of his cock, the fat red tip wet with a pre-cum that I kinda wanted in my tongue just to know what it tastes like.
I know nothing about him.
He could be married.
He could have a daughter my age.
Why does that turn me on?
“A little more, hm?” He whispers, almost drooling over my naked body as if I was part of his meal.
I look at Sabrina, unfazed. Eyes closed. AirPods still blasting.
She will wake up, though. There is no way she will remain this oblivious for long.
“I… I don’t think I…” I mutter.
“Yes, you can” he sounds in control “You give daddy a little more, right now”.
I hesitate.
I’m scared.
Scared of Sabrina waking up, scared of someone else catching us.
I can’t.
I look at him and he sees the answer in my eyes.
He shrugs like he is disappointed in me and stares back at her half asleep body.
“Her tits are better anyway”.
I spread my legs open so violently it’s a miracle I don’t wake her myself.
He smiles, pleased: maybe with me, but probably with himself.
Don’t look at her. Look at me.
I want him to do this looking at me because I know Sabrina has experienced this plenty of times while I really haven’t.
I wanna know what it feels like to have a man cum to you.
My pussy is wide open now. He can see everything from my clit to my asshole, including the little tight throbbing hole in the middle, where he would love to sink his cock into.
He licks his lips trying to stop saliva from drooling all over, fucking his fist so hard he could rip it out.
Sabrina scratches herself a bit more like the sand is hurting her skin.
“Hey, do you wanna…” she begins saying.
She removes one of the AirPods and I have only just enough time to close my legs before I hear her scream.
“WHAT THE FUCK! FUCKING PERVERT!” She yells with an excruciating high pitched voice. She trips trying to get up and falls for a second on all fours. He groans, turning his cock towards her, like he is contemplating fucking her ass right there while she tries to run.
He doesn’t stop. He doesn’t even hesitate.
Her revolt seems to amuse him more than her silence did. As if he’d love nothing more than to fuck her sassy little ass to teach her a lesson.
His cock still in his hand receiving a beating of a lifetime when Sabri picks up her things and makes a run for it, yelling at me to follow.
“Right behind you” I stutter, but I linger praying to God (if God is at all present in any of this) for him to finish quickly enough so I can watch.
After all this, I don’t wanna miss the ending.
I get up slowly, landing on all fours to pick my things from the sand. Kneeling where he is, he can absolutely see my ass, my pink slit and the pussy juice running down my thighs all thick and wet. Is he thrusting towards me like he did her? Picturing himself fucking my ass while I also try to get away?
“You stay right there” he commands me.
I keep my knees and hands on the sand, listening to the savage sounds of the stranger behind me using my body to fuck himself. Sabri is long gone. She will notice I’m not behind her soon enough.
“Please hurry” I beg of him.
“You be quiet” he growls, like an animal with its prey on its teeth “You be very fucking quiet”.
I am so wet.
My insides burn like his words are ligthing me on fire, like I’m being finger fucked by his voice.
I know I have pussy juice soaking me, leaking and dripping and drooling from my pusy lips right there in front of his nose.
He could reach out and grab me. Lick me. Smell me.
But he doesn’t.
He just tells me to be fucking quiet.
“Yes, daddy” I whisper so quietly, I’m not sure he heard me.
But maybe he did, because he moans loudly and climax hard. His cum falling thick on the sand between my knees.
I turn around, distraught, trying to see it happen, but it was fast and I missed it. I touch his cum trying to make the experience last longer, but the sand already swallowed every drop of it, and there is nothing left but a damp mark on the ground.
He gets up, making sure every part of himself is properly tucked in.
He gives me a wink before sliding his sunglasses back in place and gets back to his run. No goodbye, no compliment, no attempt to finger me. Nothing.
I get dressed fast and run back home to Sabrina. My thighs are so wet they slide as I run. My hard nipples hurt against my shirt and I am so desperately horny I think even the friction on my own legs as I run might be enough to push me over the edge.
I get back to the house and go straight to my room. I’m bursting with lust and I don’t even bother removing my top. Hell, I barely remove my bottom… I just shove my hand under there, spreading my fingers through my pubes so I can flick my clit like I’m performing an exorcism.
I bite my pillows so Sabrina won’t hear me cum.
I don’t need her judgement.
What I need, what I really need, is to maybe run into that stranger again.