Another day, another of my forced encounter fantasies… 😉
I awoke to the shuffle of footsteps. My bedroom door flew open and you were standing there. Black ski mask over your face, navy blue hoodie, and worn jeans. You had a crowbar in one hand and a flashlight in the other. Terror instantly filled my mind, how did you get in here? What were you doing here? What’s going to happen to me?
Ever courageous, I didn’t wait to find out. I leapt from my bed and made a mad dash to my window. “Awww no you don’t!” Was what I heard muttered as I dashed for freedom.
I didn’t make it though. A strong arm grabbed me about my waist as another clamped down over my mouth. I screamed a desperate muffled plea, but no one heard but the two of us. Next thing I knew I was slammed to my bedroom floor. I landed hard on my back and my head crashed down. In an instant everything went black, except for random flashes of light in my vision.
By the time my blurred reality cleared a bit your bulk was already on top of me, pressing downward. Despite my groggy mind and fuzzy vision I could hear the clank of a belt loop, a zipper undone, and the shuffling of fabric. I slowly realized my legs were parted and you were wedged between them. I could feel you fumbling under my nightgown. Fingers on my mound. My panties were yanked aside, your body shifted and I felt pressure. Something was pushing against my folds.
Then in an instant that pressure broke. An unwelcome intrusion spread me apart, as I was forced to accommodate your ample girth inside my hips. I gasped into your hand and screamed. “Well that woke you up.” You laughed callously at my reaction.
In fear and anger I lashed out. I slapped and pushed. I kicked and squirmed. You were already inside me though. Your hips rocking away, sliding your shaft in and out of my shocked body, almost completely oblivious to my weak flailing protest. Securely pinned by your large muscular frame I could do little else as you pleasured yourself in my depths. The sloppy wet smacking of flesh growing ever faster as you began to sweat and breathe heavily, relishing your building pleasure.
Then I felt your trespassing member begin to stiffen, an inevitable consequence of your frantic rhythm. You were as keenly aware of this as me. There were no secrets between us now. Your hands lept from my mouth and clamped down on my hips, squeezing them tightly in your grasp.
Suddenly unmuzzled I gave my final plea, “No don’t!!” I gasped, communicating my objections clearly. You chose to ignore me though. Instead you growled like some feral beast. Then your hips jammed sharply into mine. My clit erupted with excitement as we grinded against each other, and you pressed your hips to mine as firmly as you could.
That twitching sensation, that pulsing movement. Every rhythmic spasm added to my horror as you emptied that virile warmth so deep within me.
As you finished we lay there locked together; your buried shaft plugging me up securely. Ensuring that your warmth didn’t leak out, but instead was given ample time to seep ever deeper inside my frightened and helpless body.
After you were satisfied that my fate was sealed you removed your flaccid weapon from my shaken frame and made a hasty exit. No comforting words, no tender touch, no communication at all. You simply left the way you came, as I tended to my shock. Trembling horribly I staggered to my bathroom, tears running down my face, and semen running down my thighs.
I showered three times, scrubbing inside and out. Determined to remove any trace of my unscheduled romantic encounter. Scratches could be cleaned of blood, your sweat could be washed away, but your seed remained. Despite my efforts to dig and wash it out, each time I left my shower I was greeted by another potent glob of slimy ooze squelching its way from my innards.
Frustrated and exhausted, I inevitably surrendered my fight, and dozed that night on the bathroom floor. I fixed and reinforced my door. I lied to my mom about “losing” jewelry she’d bought me. Then finally, to hide my embarrassment, I made up some story about a drunken encounter with a guy in a dance club when my growing belly became too large to hide our secret any longer. So goes the story of how you changed my life forever that one fateful night.
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