I need my tits played with so badly. Need them squeezed and groped, and kissed all over. I need to feel a warm, wet mouth over my nipples, tongue flicking over making me gasp and squeeze my legs together. I want to feel teeth graze over them before biting gently, the pleasure going straight to my cunt.,
She was the kind of girl that was easy to forget. Most people are, but she had an unfortunate talent for being unremarkable. A lifetime of falling through the cracks. Sorry, I thought some else invited you. I don’t think you’re scheduled today. We must have double-booked your appointment. It always hurt, but she had become used to the pain of being forgotten.
Sunlight grazes the tops of evergreen trees as his car pulls up to the cabin by the lake. Stepping out of his vehicle, he takes a moment to appreciate the reflections on the still, pristine water. A deep breath of fresh mountain air. That satisfying crunch of wood and earth beneath his boots. He holds onto the moment as he slings his bag around his shoulders and walks to the trunk of his car.
Popping the trunk, she immediately starts to writhe and scream into her gag. Her wrists are bound, and her legs are pushed up close to her chest in the small compartment. The girl kicks at him helplessly. Her shins bounce off one of his arms. His other arm rubs her back to soothe her. “Shhsh, you’re okay.” He says, unfazed by her terror. “You’re okay, I’m not going to hurt you. Everything is going to be okay.” The man lifts her out of the trunk and carries her to the cabin.
The door swings wide. Flicking on the lights, the girl is brought into the bedroom. Her panicked frenzy resumes as she sees the cage next to the bed, the restraints on the nightstand. He tosses her gently onto the mattress and mounts her. Sitting on her stomach, knees squeezing tight to her body, she can barely move. She shakes her head and tries to push herself out to no avail.
The man unties the gag around her mouth, letting her pathetic sobs wash over him. “Please don’t hurt me…” she begs, utterly defenseless. “I won’t. I promise. I won’t hurt you.” He runs his fingers across her cheeks to wipe away some tears. “Please let me go…” she sniffles. “I will, but not now. Once I’m done, I promise I’ll let you go.” He adds, “I have no reason to lie to you.”
Her clothes are removed as she cries into the duvet. The man holds tight on her wrists as he undoes her restraints. Her shirt is removed first, torn in the struggle when he snatched her. Her arms are held up above her head as he tosses the shirt aside and grabs a pair of handcuffs. He locks her to the headboard and takes a moment to admire her braless chest. “Please stop… Please don’t do this…” Her voice cracked and broken through her sobbing. Ignoring the girl, he moves down to her hips.
The girl’s leggings are soaked. Either from fear or the long ride in the trunk, she had wet herself. He’ll have to wash her later, anyways. Twice would be too much work, and her piss doesn’t bother him. The leggings are pulled off, revealing her thin panties. Stained dark from her accident. He starts to pull them off too, while her protestations become more demanding. “Stop. Stop! STOP! I don’t want to! Get off me!” The man tires of her complaints, and pushes the wet, crumpled underwear into her mouth to silence her.
He pushes his hips between her legs, spreading her open. She hopelessly yanks against the chains. His hand is pressed firmly over her gagged mouth. Her naked body tries to roll side to side, anything to stop his advance. It’s useless. The sound of metal clicks, and leather against leather as he undoes his belt. She cries more. Pushing her head into the pillow, the man’s cock enters her wet pussy. A faint, muffled shriek as he does. Warm, tight, and deep, he uses her to relieve the stress of his long drive.
The man fucks her, smiling warmly as he watches the fight leave her body. It’s already happening, there’s nothing to be done. Her rolling and kicking subsides as his cock works deep into her, kissing her cervix. Aside from the forced nature of the act, he’s not particularly rough. His cock slips in and out of her without his hips smacking into hers. He is mindful to not push all his weight onto her. When she has a moment of fighting spirit and tries to kick him, he holds her legs with just enough strength to prevent it, nothing more. He enjoys her. Her eyes lose focus as she starts to disassociate. He likes that look. Pumping a little bit faster, the man wants to finish up and move on to the next parts of the process. The girl realizes what is happening and tries again to push him off her. The man groans and fucks her deeply as she struggles, cumming deep into her unprotected pussy.
The bath is warm. Gently, he washes away the mess she made, and the mess he made of her. The girl won’t look at him. She’s unrestrained but doesn’t fight as he carefully cleans her. They don’t speak. There is nothing to say. After the bath he dries her with a warm towel and starts to dress her in flannel pajamas. She pushes against his arms as he pulls up the bottoms. He relents and gives her the dignity of dressing herself.
Her shred of dignity doesn’t last long. Returning to the bedroom, the man guides her over to the cage. “No.” she whispers. He pushes down on her head and bum. Having expended all her energy, she can only protest verbally. “I don’t want to go in there.” He puts her inside and closes the door. She curls up and hides her face in shame. The man leaves the room and goes about his business for a while. When he returns, he has a bowl of food. Sliding it into the cage, she glares at him. The man leaves the room to eat his own dinner. He comes back after a half hour; her bowl is half empty. She’s curled up again. If only from exhaustion, she sleeps through the night.
Early the next morning she stirs from her deep slumber. A fleeting moment of peace, before her recollection of the day before comes rushing back to her. She tries to move her hands but finds them cuffed to the cage. Still half asleep, she looks down to see the man closing the gate. The girl starts to become more aware of what’s happening. He left a toy for her, inside of her. She tries to squeeze it out, but the wireless device stays buried in her pussy. She lets out a gasp as he switches it on. “I’m sorry for waking you.” He plays with the settings, a strong wave, followed by a few short bursts. She spits, “Fuck you. Fuck you. Fuck you.” He wanders out of the bedroom again. “Careful what you wish for.”
The first hour is the hardest. She cums three times, crying and kicking against her prison. She fights against each orgasm, unintentionally edging herself. The second is easier in some ways, she only cums once, but the man comes back to watch her for most of it. By the third hour, she lays immobile in the cage, aside from the occasional twitch of her hips. The man returns, opening the cage and unlocking the cuffs. He drags her limp form out, and fishes the toy out of her pussy.
Laying her flat, the man lubes his hands and starts to play with her bum. He’s slow. Just the tip of his finger, working into her gently. He applies more lube regularly, easing his finger into her ass. The girl trembles slightly but doesn’t protest. It’s better this way, her pussy is so overstimulated she is almost relieved by his invasion of her behind. The man ensures she’s been properly prepared, and when he starts to have anal sex with her, he maintains his patience. More lube, starting slow. She thinks back to her only other experience with anal. A guy she dated in school, who wasn’t as gentle, and called her the wrong name during the act. Somehow, she finds her current experience less humiliating.
Dazed, the girl comes to as he finishes. The girl feels his cum splatter onto her back. The girl lays still on the floor. The man sits next to her, stretching. She asks again, “Please let me go.” He sits in silence for a while. “Would it be easier for you if you knew? How long before I let you go?” She pushes her face into the ground. “I don’t know.” The room is quiet. A few minutes go by, it feels like an hour. “How long?” She turns her face to look up at him. “Three days, in total. You’re almost halfway.” Her face turns back down. “And you’ll let me go? And you won’t hurt me?” He touches her. “Yes, I promise.”
That night, she sucks his cock. He’s sitting on the bed while she kneels in front of him. Her pussy is still throbbing, less so than earlier. The man watches her head bob up and down. When she pushes his dick deep into her throat, he sees his cum painting her back. His hands run through her hair, but don’t push her any deeper. Her eyes are closed. She tries her best and tells herself that it will be over faster if she does well. He pulls her back as he starts to finish, cumming onto her chest. Afterwards he lets her shower on her own, dry herself off, and dress herself again. She returns to the bedroom, and he guides her into the cage to sleep.
The next morning, he fucks her on the bed. They start with her kneeling, while he stands behind her. Holding her hips to guide her, not to force her. She starts to sob again when he finishes inside her pussy. They have breakfast, she eats from her bowl. The man dresses her in lingerie, a black slip. Back to the bed, he relaxes while she gives him a blowjob. He finishes onto her new dress. He puts her back into her cage to rest for a while, wrapping her in a warm blanket. A light lunch. She hasn’t been drinking enough water, and so he insists she finish her bottle. The man fucks the girl on the bed again. Missionary, she looks into his eyes occasionally, when he looks back her eyes dart away. More rest, then he has his way with her again. Standing, in front of the mirror. She looks at the cum stained slip hanging off her body. Dinner. Anal sex. Another bath and she crawls into the cage to sleep.
She wakes up before him and watches him sleep for a while. He gets up, feeds her breakfast, lets her out to use the bathroom and wash up. When she comes out, he’s sitting on the couch. Next to him is the clothes she arrived in, repaired, washed, and folded. She eyes the pile suspiciously. He smiles, “You’re going home soon. One last time.” He has her climb on top of him. The man takes a collar from his pocket and puts it on her neck. She guides his cock inside of him and starts to bounce up and down. He leans back and watches her fuck herself. Her head hangs down, staring at his chest. “I’ll miss you.” Tears start to run down her face. “I’ll remember you.” She buries herself into him and cries.
The car pulls away. She walks slowly up to her apartment. The girl puts the collar on her nightstand. She checks her phone, still plugged in where she left it. No new messages. The next day she goes to work. Nobody asks her about her weekend. She returns home and eats alone. That night she lies awake, staring at the collar.
The girl takes a moment to appreciate the reflections on the still, pristine water. A deep breath of fresh mountain air. That satisfying crunch of wood and earth beneath her feet. She holds onto the moment as she clicks the collar around her neck and walks to the cabin door.
It's 4am, you're staying over at a friend's place with some other people after a long night out. As things wind down, you head into the extra room to get ready for bed, and it doesn't take you long to pass out once your head hits the pillow. Shortly after, someone else comes in looking for a spot to sleep, a guy you've been interested in for a while. He whispers out your name, and shakes you a bit trying to ask if he can share the bed with you. No response. He tries again, still nothing. Seeing as this is his only other option besides the hardwood floor in the living room, he finishes getting ready and slips into bed with you, trying one more time to wake you up and ask if it's okay, with no success.
After a while laying next to you, he starts thinking about turning over and wrapping his arm around you to get closer. He knows it's probably a bad idea, but you guys have been cuddly before, so it shouldn't be too much of a shock if you woke up, right? As he gets closer under the covers and brings his arm around you, he realizes you aren't wearing any clothes. He hesitates for a moment before leaning into it instead and embracing you, feeling your skin against his. It doesn't take long before his mind is racing with dirty thoughts, he feels himself starting to get hard pressed up against your ass and quickly backs up in case you feel it. You haven't moved since he got in bed with you though, and you're still softly snoring, so he figures maybe it wouldn't hurt to go a bit further.
He starts tracing his fingers over your body, seeing if you react. Nothing. You're still laying on your side facing away from him, so he slowly works his fingers in between your legs, pausing anytime you make a sound or move. They work their way up towards your pussy, closer and closer, until they're spreading you open to circle and probe the entrance. You let out a soft moan, causing him to stop for a moment and imagine what you could be dreaming about. Being touched, being played with, being used…it turns him on even more since you have no idea what's happening to you.
He keeps gently rubbing his finger in circles, adding a bit more pressure until you start to get wet. It covers his finger and makes it easy for him to slide it further up towards your clit. You shift again, another soft moan, so he holds his finger there until he can tell you're still asleep. Then he slowly starts to move, just enough to stimulate you, his finger tensing and releasing to make you feel a throbbing sensation under your clit. He slides his finger back down and starts to push it inside this time. You sleepily moan but he doesn't stop, he keeps going until his finger is all the way in, then he holds it there to see if you wake up.
A minute goes by, two minutes, nothing…so he starts to carefully rub inside you, following the textures with the pad of his fingertip. Over your ridges, along the folds, rocking back and forth and playing with the pressure to test how much he can get away with. Pulling it out, then slowly pushing back in, his fingers are fully exploring you, without you even knowing. He notices how wet you've gotten now between his other fingers, dripping down and spreading all over your thighs which are still sandwiching his hand. It feels so hot all over down there, and he starts to think about how much he wants to shove his cock into you, if you would wake up or not, if he even cares if you do anymore. Your body clearly wants this, it wants to be fucked, it wants to be used.
He pulls his finger out slowly and reaches down to touch himself, covering the end of his shaft with your juices so he can slide in easily. The tip moves to the back of your thighs, and slowly starts to slide between them, towards your now wet and messy cunt. He starts to push inside…causing you to shift your leg a bit and softly moan, and he resists the urge to slam the rest of the way in to make sure you're still asleep instead. It feels so good to slowly push into you, feeling you squeeze around him, as he imagines you dreaming about being fucked while he fills you up. You start to moan more, causing him to stop and wait several more times until he's all the way in, and he holds it there so you can feel his cock twitch and throb inside you.
After a while he starts to move in and out slowly, your moans get a bit louder and happen more often, but that doesn't stop him anymore. He knows you're about to wake up, but it feels too good to stop, and you won't be able to resist in your sleepy daze. He reaches around and covers your mouth one hand, while the other arm wraps around your neck and pulls you against him. He starts to pound into you faster, feeling you start to push back with every thrust as you wake up like a needy little slut who wants more. You don't even know what's happening yet but you want to cum so bad, it's all you were dreaming about and now it's all you're thinking about, isn't it?
He takes his hand off your mouth and starts roughly groping your tits while he's fucking you. Then he reaches down to start rubbing your clit, lightly at first then adding a bit more pressure with every thrust until you finally tip over the edge, holding you tightly against him so he can feel your body squirming against his. As you're cumming, you finally realize the situation, and don't know if it's the fear or pleasure making it feel so good. Your body feels paralyzed and you want to struggle to get away, but at the same time you love everything about it. You have no idea whose hands are all over your body, whose cock is sliding in and out of your pussy, but you're squeezing around it and pulling it back in anyway because it feels so good. You don't want it to stop.
He keeps fucking you with the same rhythm, giving you no breaks, until all you can focus on is the feeling of his cock pumping in and out of you, over and over until your mind goes blank. Your body is moving on its own now, you're curving your back and grinding your ass back against him so he can hit the perfect spot. You don't care anymore, and you have no choice now but to be a good girl and lay there, letting him use you for as long as he wants. That's exactly what you want too though, you're just an obedient little fuckdoll that craves being used.
Over time you hear his breath and moans start to build up by your ear, turning almost feral. He pulls your hips against him with one hand as he pushes in as deep as he can go, causing you to snap out of your trance and let out a cute little yelp from the pain. The other hand wraps around your throat and tightens, and you let out a muffled groan of satisfaction as you feel him throb and pulse inside you again. You feel him start to fill you up from deep inside, and the warmth spreads as he slowly starts to pull out. You feel his cum dripping down your thigh, onto the bed, but you just lay there silently and wait, processing what just happened. Part of you doesn't want to know who it was, and he takes the silence as a chance to grab his clothes and sneak out of the room before being confronted.
The next morning things seem normal to everyone else, but you know one of the guys there used you. You glance around at everyone while they're talking and try to see if you can tell who's guilty, who glances away the fastest or has the hardest time maintaining eye contact. As you look around, the thought of each of them inside you runs through your head. You lock eyes with the guy you're interested in, the one who did it, but you can't tell. Ultimately, you decide there's no way to know for sure, but you secretly hope that whoever it was will be there again next weekend.
Laying in bed on a lazy Sunday morning with my cock inside you. Maybe you're awake when I put it in, maybe not.
Either way I'm not fucking you, nor letting you fuck yourself on me. Just keeping you pinned in my arms while I scroll social media. Sharing all the sexy things that've been posted overnight as you get more and more frustrated and needy.
Until you're begging with tears in your eyes for me to fuck you. But it's a lazy Sunday, so you'll just have to lay there like a good girl until I'm ready to pump you full of cum.
Making out with her on my lap, feeling her pussy pulse as she tries to hide how wet she's getting, while I struggle to keep my cock from bulging through my pants. The tension building because neither of us wants to stop kissing the other, but we're both getting closer and closer to breaking and finally fucking
