Category: Erotica

I’m laying here thinking about how I’d love to lure you to my place blindfolded, I’d be so friendly as you think I’m leading you to a surprise birthday party. You unwittingly get in the car and come along with me. Your blindfold making you clueless to the fact that it’s not my place we’re going to but rather the abandoned warehouse on the edge of town. I lead you inside and your excitement is visible, and it comes crashing down when I drag you to your knees, my friendly tone changing to cold and direct. There’s no friendliness in me any more and you for the first moment you start to realise what you’re in for. You suppress a small sob and I smirk, despite your inability to see it. You can feel my presence in front of you, your lowered head and inch from me as I tower over you, just a dark shadow barely visible through the blindfold but a figure so oppressive that you have no thoughts of running, yet.
You sob again at the sound of my belt unbuckling. I tell you how you’re going to comply and take everything I do to you or this belt will become your worst enemy. I hold your jaw in my hand and push your forehead back, forcing your mouth open. Teasing your helplessness I slide my cock into your mouth, but just the tip, hitting your tongue with my cock slowly, making you shiver with the anticipation knowing I’ll soon be deep down your throat. You’re a good cock sucker so you know the best way for you to cope with this is to take a deep breath, you know what you’re doing with a cock in your mouth after all. So as you draw a deep breath in a sign of defeat I take that as a cue and slowly push my cock down your throat. You gag as it hits the back of your throat but I apply pressure on your throat to stop the retching as I push deeper until your lips touch my stomach and a tear rolls down your cheek, taking the mascara you delicately applied for your party with it.
Pulling your head back by your hair you feel cold steel against your throat and your shivers stop, you stay still in pure panic as my cold commanding voice tells you that if you bite, fight or run it will end badly. I run the tip of the knife lightly down your chest, between the cleavage of the slutty low-cut top you wore for your party. I push the knife inside your top and rip it out tearing down the front of your top from the point of V line neck. With my fist wrapped in your hair and cock still in your mouth I grope your tits, pinching and pulling at your nipples, making you sob more from a mixture of the pain and feeling of being violated. Changing my grip to both hands in your hair I take you off guard and quickly slam my cock down your throat and fuck your mouth, unable to breath first you flail and punch my legs as you splutter spit all over my cock.
You feel my hand wrap around your throat as I drag you to your feet and push your back against a cold, steel column. Knife in hand and other around your throat I remove your blindfold and your eyes flicker throughout your surroundings, the dim light of the abandoned warehouse not too different from your blocked vision but still enough to make you squint as your watery eyes try to take in the situation. Finally after scanning the grey, bleak surroundings your eyes settle on me, the friend you know so well and trust with your life but there’s something different, it’s me but you don’t recognise the look in my eye and the smirk on my face. Then your eyes drop to my hand and the grip I have on the six inch hunting knife that was just held to your throat and you shudder, I feel the gulp as you swallow your fears and meekly as me why.
Ignoring your question I stow the knife in my jeans pocket and run my hands up the inside of your thigh, up the inside of your skirt to find two things. The first being a lack of underwear, the second being that your pussy is dripping. You’re soaking wet from the fear and thrill, enjoying every second of the adrenaline in your bloodstream. I begin to mock you. What a dirty little whore not wearing underwear to her own birthday party, were you hoping to get fucked even if it wasn’t your boyfriend who slid their cock inside you tonight? I mock how wet you’re getting and how I feel your pussy twitch as I tell you the bad things I’m going to do to you, your whimpers almost containing a hint of excitement. My fingers trace around your clit, sliding down your pussy and deep inside you before reversing back up to your clit and repeat, pinned hard against the column by your throat. Your legs begin to shake as I feel you’re getting close, teasing you to the edge I slid my fingers inside you and use my thumb to rub your clit. Your mouth opens and drool drips from your tongue as your slut conditioning kicks in, you just want to pleasure me, you know that’s the only way out of this situation so you’ll do what you do best, take my cock however I want it.
With that thought I flip you around and bend you forward, slapping your ass to leave a clearly defined handprint as I command that you place both hands on the column and if they drop you’ll be punished severely. I lift your short skirt over your ass and run my fingers over your pussy and clit again, pushing your legs apart by your thighs to get you into perfect position to push my cock inside you. You feel it throbbing against you as I grind it against your pussy, holding it flat against your stomach I tell you this is how deep I’m going to be inside you, my cock reaching your belly button. You whimper at the thought, your excitement more blatant now. I circle the tip of my cock around your pussy and tease you again, making you ache for the insertion but dread it all the same. The tension is broken as I slowly push my thick cock inch by inch inside you, feeling your tight pussy stretch to accommodate the cock that’s so much thicker than your boyfriend’s. You let out a moan and feel conflicted, it feels so good but should it? No, it shouldn’t, but it does.
Leaving my cock balls deep inside you I wrap my fist in your hair and ask you how it feels, you admit that it feels amazing as I grind my hips against your ass, pulsing my bare cock inside you. I start to pull my cock out and slam it back in, each slow withdrawal feeling your pussy tighten around my cock before slamming it back in and forcing it open again. Building up speed until I’m using your hair as a handle as I fuck your little cunt raw, laying handprint after handprint on your ass and mockingly telling you that your screams are worthless, no one can hear you and no one would bother to save such a worthless Whore, they’d only join in. The shaking of your body tires your arms that are still outstretched, the only thing stopping you from being ploughed into the column. They begin to drop. You feebly try to hold them up but it becomes to much for your weak body, they drop and your knees buckle, falling to the floor. I told you not to drop your arms.
Pulling your head back by your hair so you have an upside down view of me I slap you hard across your face. I told you not to drop your arms. Walking slowly around to face you as you’re on your knees, tracing my fingers around your shoulders. I told you not to drop your arms. I push you back with a heavy blow and send you crashing backwards. Get up. You scramble back to your knees and begin to mumble weak apologies just for me to push you back down. Get up. You sit up again, slower this time as you feel the bruises on your body start to form already. I push you back again and stay “still”, stepping over you, you laying on your back as you look up at me. I place the heel of my boot on your throat, just lightly enough that you feel the hard rubber but no pressure. Are you going to do as you’re told? You try to nod the best you can with my boot on your throat, I push down ever so slightly and repeat the question, you nod your head more vigorously.
Sit up. I take my foot off your throat and you feebly sit up, I grab you by your hair and pull you forward onto your knees, now grazed from the hard concrete below. Open your mouth. Without hesitation you do so, knowing that the punishment is still to come. I hold the back of your head as I step closer. Without letting you look up at me I remind you that my pleasure is worth more than your oxygen and without warning slam my cock down your throat, you choke immediately and start to punch my legs, desperate for air, the shock knocking all the wind from you as you panic, but I hold you down regardless. After 30 seconds of flailing, a river of drool flowing down my cock I pull your head back. Breathe. You take one deep breathe before I pull your head back down and hold it on my cock, holding you down for longer now. I can feel your struggling start to fade as your brain becomes starved for oxygen. I let you breathe again. You become light headed from the abuse, being held down for longer and longer until you begin to pass out of, being slapped back to consciousness to keep you with me. You’re not missing a second of this.
You begin to reach the point of lucidity, not knowing how many times you’ve choked on my cock, starting to lose track of how long I’ve been using your throat. All you can feel is the cold air and the bruises dull ache on your body as you blankly stare forward until it’s over. I push you back again and the sharp fall jolts you back into reality as you hazily look up at me. Thank me. You mumble a pathetic attempt which gets you a swift hard slap across the face. Thank me. You speak up this time through gritted teeth, handprints on your face to match the purple bruise of a handprint on your ass. I tell you to get up again and resume your position bent over touching the column and you comply quickly to avoid being manhandled more. I spread your ass with my hands and you feel a long strand of drool hit your ass and my thumb press against it. Unable to bare the thought of my thick cock punishing your asshole you run, a sharp left from your bent over position to the door I lead you in by.
I laugh as you run allowing you a couple second head start before chasing you down, it’s not hard for me to quickly reach your stumbling body and tackle it to the ground, you don’t deserve to be treated nicely any more, if you want to play rough we’ll play rough. Holding both wrists behind your back I stuff part of your torn top into your mouth and spit on your asshole again, I tell you to rub it in as it’s all the lube you’re getting, letting go of one of your wrists. At first you struggle against the weight of me on top of you before accepting defeat and pathetically rubbing my spit into your asshole and over my cock. I manhandle your wrists back together and hold them tight. On the count of 3, got it? 3, 2- I push my cock inside you to a scream that even your gagged mouth can’t muffle.
I manage to squeeze half my cock in your ass before it becomes too tight, your ass needing a minute or two to adjust as I roughly thrust it in and out of, pushing it deeper and deeper each time until my cock is balls deep in your ass. You squeal, legs kicking but unable to prevent anything that’s happening to you you sigh and relax into it, trying to take the railing you’re getting and at least handle it, if not enjoy it. Silent tears stream down your face as I fuck you mercilessly, telling you this is why you don’t disobey me as I abuse your body.