I knew I played a dangerous game.
It was all part of the turn-on, to seduce a man and make him believe he was the one owning me. But men can be so silly, at times. They always think they are the only ones with nasty perversions. So few of them think that someone like me, some delicate looking little tipsy woman, can be the one holding the reigns. You just have to do it right. You just have to make them believe they’re raping you.
I found him at one of my favorite prowling spots. A dive bar, on the other side of town. Low lights, loud music, packed to the brim with college kids and party goers. It’s always so easy to look vulnerable there, you just have to wear the right clothes and walk with a slight stumble. He swooped in on me right away, tall and strong, telling me he was going to get me home safe. I feigned drunkeness and tripped into the cab and pretended not to see the devious smirk on his face as he directed the driver to his apartment. He was all mine.
And now he was on top of me. It didn’t take long, of course. I was dripping wet and he was rock hard at the idea of fucking. He pushed me onto the bed and laughed about how naive I was for following him home. I struggled and begged for him to let me go but he covered my mouth with his hand and pushed my skirt up. Of course I had prepared for this, and he laughed when he found I wore no underwear.
“Fucking drunk whore, you fucking want this cock,” He whispered in my ear. “I saw you take all those shots by yourself. I’m gonna fuck you so hard you’ll regret ever leaving your house.”
“Please don’t,” I pleaded. I did my best doe eyes and let a few tears slip, “Please sir, I can’t. Please don’t fuck me.”
He rubbed his cock along my slit and pushed in slightly. He was thick and I could already feel him throbbing with want. I gasped and he rutted against me again.
“So fucking tight, so good…” He whispered, “Fucking drunk slut. You fucking want my cock deep inside you.”
“No, don’t rape me. Please don’t rape me.”
That was all it took. He pushed into me, splitting me open. I moaned loudly, pushing my face against a pillow so he wouldn’t see the look of pleasure on my face. He started fucking me, hard. His hands were on my wrists above my head and he was gripping me tighter and tighter. His cock felt so good thrusting in and out of me, my trembling body quivering with each stroke.
“Drunk little fucking whore. You’re so fucking tight.” He bit my neck over and over again, moaning loudly, “So fucking good. You like this? You like my cock in your pussy?”
I shook my head and cried no, no, please stop fucking me.
“I’m keeping you here all night so you can learn your fucking lesson.”
My body swelled with hot pleasure. My pussy was soaking wet and clamped down firmly on him, my walls tightening with every stroke. I let out the tiniest of moans and shook as he ground himself further into me.
“You fucking like this. I fucking knew it.” He growled in my ear, “I knew you’d go crazy for this, baby.”
He slammed into me again and again and again. His mouth went from my ear to my lips, kissing me deeply. I loved it when they did that. They always thought they were violating me even more, making me more submissive to their little rape game. I held still until he demanded I kiss him back, and I did so, reluctantly at first. Then I kissed him deeper and deeper.
One hand went from my wrist to my tits, squeezing roughly. He bit my lip and then moved his mouth to my nipple, sucking hard.
Then I felt him start to swell. His thrusts became deeper but irregular and his breathing was harder and harder.
“I’m going to fucking cum. I’m going to cum for you, baby. You milked it all out of me.”
“Please,” I whined, looking up into his eyes. “Please don’t cum in me, I’m not on birth control.”
His thrusts paused and he laughed. “Not on anything?”
“Please, my life would be ruined.” I squeezed on his cock and let a tear roll down my cheek, “Please don’t ruin me.”
He began thrusting again, laying himself flat against me. “Oh fuck, gonna ruin you. Gonna ruin your perfect body.”
“Please, don’t,” I whispered, barely able to keep the pleasure from my voice.
“Gonna cum in you. Gonna knock you up. Gonna punish you, you fucking whore.” His thrusts were lazy but deep, splitting me open with each push, “Gonna fucking ruin you. Gonna keep you here all night and rape you till you’re pregnant.”
“Please, don’t. Pull out. Pull out!” I screamed. That was all it took. My body shuddered with heat and I cried out as I came. My fear and my fantasy all rolled together beneath this sweaty stranger and his thick cock. I was in his power, I was his toy.
“Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck. Gonna fuck a baby into you. Gonna get you pregnant, take my fucking load!” He thrusted harder and harder and harder, “Cumming in youuuuuuuuuuu!”
Harder and faster and deeper and harder and faster and deeper. His balls slammed against me and I felt the telltale rush of heat in my cunt. He yelled out and pushed down against me, forcing himself as deep as he could into my tender body. Cum splashed in me, his cock twitching as he emptied himself into me.
“Oh fuck, oh fuck. Have my baby, bitch. Have my fucking baby.” He slapped me hard and bit my throat, “Fucking little plaything. Have my baby, worthless slut.”
He fucked me slowly until his cock was completely soft, laying on top of me and keeping inside of me. I was shaking from my own orgasm, my face against his shoulder. It took everything I had not to smile and laugh. He was going to fuck me to my hearts content and he had no idea I had planned it all along.
“You loved it. You fucking slut. I’m going to rape you all night…” He whispered, “Knock you up, make you pregnant… nothing you can do to stop me.”
I struggled in vain and faked trying to get away from him. He slapped me again and kissed me hard.
“All mine, little breeding bitch. You shouldn’t have left your house tonight…”
