This is a true story of a consensual sex act between 2 consenting adults . I’ve just never taken the time to write it out. I am inspired to do so now by a “friend” I met on Tumblr.
My boyfriend, who is now my husband, and I had been together for under a year. Our relationship was extremely sexual. We both had shared our sexual fantasies with each other from the beginning. I wanted to be taken roughly and against my will. There was something about the thought of being chased down and being forcibly used by a man that greatly aroused me.
Before we got married, we used to go to this little roadside Motel to have sex. On the hill, above the motel, was a graveyard. One night, before he picked me up for our motel date, he told me to wear old clothes that could get ruined. I was baffled, but did as I was told. It was dark when John picked me up. He didn’t say 2 words to me on our way to the motel. It was very strange. As we pulled up to the hotel, he kept going, up the hill which led to the cemetery. I asked him where he was going. He remained silent. He was starting to scare me.
When we got to the top of the hill, John told me to get out of the car and start looking for a place to hide. I thought he had lost his mind. It was dark, cold, and foggy and there was a damp mist in the air. I didn’t move. Once again, he said, “get out of the fucking car and find a place to hide. I’m going to park this car, and then I’m going to hunt your ass down and when I find you, I’m going to use your holes to satisfy my needs, now get out and run, cunt!” He didn’t crack the slightest smile. He was as serious as I’ve ever seen him. I still sat there, in disbelief that he was talking like this to me. Suddenly he got out of the car, walked around to my side, opened the door, and pulled me out, throwing me to the ground. “Run, bitch!” He said as he got back into the car and pulled away.
I got up and started running, looking for a good place to hide. Now it all made perfect sense. Wearing old clothes, John not talking to me in the car, driving to a graveyard. He was going to rape me. After running until I was completely out of breath, I found a tall tombstone to hide behind. My heart felt like it was beating out of my chest. I tried listening for his footsteps but heard nothing. I peaked around the tombstone and didn’t see him. As I was turning back around, I felt a hand grab my shoulder. I screamed and started running.
He chased me. It was so dark that I could barely see where I was going. Then, in the distance, I could see a dim light. It was in front of a mausoleum. As I got closer, I could see steps leading to the building. As I neared the steps, I felt his hands grab me. I lost my footing and fell against the loosely fastened iron handrail, causing it to fall to the ground under me. My hip felt like it was on fire as I landed on top of the rail. I cried out as pain and fear swept over me.
He quickly used rope to tie my wrists together behind my back and then took a brief moment to savor his victory. The look on his face was one of a hunter who has captured his prey. He put his hand over my mouth and told me not to say a word and that if I screamed, he would hit me. Then, he ripped my shirt open and squeezed my breasts so hard that I was sure they would bruise. He was on top of me at this point and was grinding his cock into my groin repeatedly. Then he pulled on my jeans so hard that the button and zipper completely came off. He rolled me onto my stomach, undid his jeans, and forced his erect penis into my ass without the benefit of any lubrication. It hurt so badly that I began to whimper, so he grabbed my hair and pulled my head up to his and yelled in my ear for me to shut the fuck up.
He put his mouth up to my ear and said, “I know you like my cock filling your ass.” He was right. I loved having my ass fucked. I felt my pussy begin to get wet, but I continued to struggle. Suddenly, John stopped his assault on me and told me to stand up. He used a knife to cut my shirt off of me, since my hands were bound, and then pulled my jeans and underwear all the way off and left them in a pile on the ground. I was completely naked. He grabbed my head, started pushing me towards the car, opened the door, and pushed me inside. He put a gag on my mouth so he wouldn’t have to hear me cry. He drove down the hill to the motel and parked. He got out, walked around, opened my door, and pulled me out of the car. I protested because I was naked, but he had no sympathy. He said that dirty whores like me didn’t deserve to wear clothes and ordered me to walk across the parking lot to our usual room. To avoid being naked in public any longer than necessary, I obeyed. Once inside, he pushed me to the bed, took the gag off of my mouth and replaced it with his cock. He told me if I bit him, he would cut me, and showed me his knife. I had no choice but to allow him to fuck my mouth. He held it in for so long at one point, that I almost passed out. I had slobber all over me from gagging. I know that this turns him on. He usually blows his load when this happens, but not tonight. Tonight, he refrained, saying that he wasn’t finished with me yet. He grabbed my hair and forced me to the dresser, where there was a full sized mirror. John had stuck a dildo to the mirror and told me to suck it while he fucked me. He pushed me over so that I was bent over on the dresser, head right next to the mirror, dildo in my mouth. I could feel the juice from my pussy running down my legs. John loved how wet I was for him. He started panting, saying, “only filthy sluts get that wet when they are being fucked like whores.” I felt something being forced into my ass. Then I realized that he had another dildo and was using it to fuck my ass. All 3 of my holes were being used. I could feel my orgasm quickly approaching. John could feel my pussy start to spasm around his cock. He pulled out of me, right as I was about to explode, forced me on my knees, shoved his cock into my mouth, and said, “whores don’t get to cum” as he shot his load down my throat. He had never done that before. He always made sure I came several times before he would consider relieving himself. Although I was upset that I didn’t get to experience an orgasm, I found myself also being curiously aroused at the idea of not having an orgasm. After we cleaned up, John held me close to him and gently rubbed my hair. I thanked him for making yet another fantasy become a reality. When we woke up the next morning, we made love. This time, he allowed me to have many orgasms. When we were getting ready to leave, I realized that I didn’t have any clothes. He left them in the cemetery. John had a smug look on his face and said, “if you’re leaving with me, you’d better get your ass in the car.” It was a little different being naked, in public, in the daylight. I ran across the lot, trying my best to cover myself. When I got to the car, it was locked. John unlocked his door and got in, deliberately leaving me to stand beside the car, naked. It was humiliating. Again though, just as the night before when he denied me my orgasm, I found myself becoming strangely aroused. He finally unlocked the door and let me in. I couldn’t even be angry with him. I loved him. Who knew that 10 years later, our sex life would be even more incredible and just as adventurous. Who knew that as I’m writing this memory, I would be on day 18 without an orgasm!
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