It had taken more than a couple shots of liquid courage before I was able to kiss you. I'd been thinking about it for a long, long time, you know. Your waist felt unfamiliar in my hands as I pulled you closer, but familiarity grew by the second as you first stiffened, then softened into me. I felt you smile against my lips, then gasp, barely audible over the noise of the party, as I pulled you closer and my teeth found your neck, and you pressed your tits against my chest.
When I leaned my hips into yours, your gasp was a little louder. It was then that I knew I'd take you.
But not yet. I relinquished my grip on your neck, pushing you back into the sway, and the look in my eyes was as bold a promise as I dared to make with so many other people around. I kept stealing glances at you, your tummy, your legs, your ass peeking out from under that little skirt.
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The feeling of pushing you down onto my bed was unbelievable. It played out almost exactly the way I'd imagined it before. Your hair bright against my bedsheets, your eyes brighter. Kisses trailing down your tummy as you giggled, doll-like, arms already laid out over your head, waiting for me to pin you down. The taste of liquor and cigarettes on my tongue was unmissable.
But my own hands were still busy gripping into your waist, no longer unfamiliar. Groping you, pulling down that teasing, tantalizing skirt, reveling in the smoothness of your thighs. I leaned back, climbing off of you, and called you by name.
That look, the one only shared between people who are about to fuck each other stupid, was enhanced by surprise and delight as I dropped my pants to the floor, exposing every inch of my fat fucking cock.
"There we go," you purred, but I was already climbing back on top of you, kissing your hips, your tummy, feeling the fingers of one hand between your ribs, my teeth at your neck again as I grind myself into you, weighing you down, making you gasp as you feel the tip press into your tummy, feeling it throbbing against you. God, your whole body already felt so warm. Maybe you shouldn't have had that sixth shot.
Your voice was gentle and breathy as you raised your spread legs around my hips to pull me in, teasing me, moaning at every sharp nip and every crushing, pleasurable wave of pressure shuddering out from between your legs.
"What," you squeaked between kisses, "are you waiting for?" You felt me smile against your lips and shuffle back, pulling my hips back against your legs as you relaxed their grip around me, then finally, suddenly, with nothing more than spit and precum, one hand gripping your face, my blue eyes locked on yours, my cock was pressing against your hole, thick, heavy, spreading you, spreading you - you might have gasped - your hands gripped at my bedsheets, at my hair, and I was inside you, pushing, pushing, straining inside you, and you could feel the weight of me, how hard I was for you, pushing aside your walls to make room for myself, pushing thick, thick, throbbing inches inside you, grinding past your resistance.
My body rested heavily on you, my stomach pressed against yours, one hand gripping at your hair, pulling your head to the side to expose your pretty little bitable neck to me while I thrust in and out, powerfully, surely, murmuring in your ear as we found our rhythm, your hips meeting mine, pleasure building, building, now, beneath the drunken heat.
Your lovely tits bounced every time I rammed myself inside, over and over again, so much bigger, stronger, and fiercer than you. My beard scratched at your face, rough hair against your smooth cheeks, as I stole breath from you with lasting kisses.
But I was getting close, now. I buried my lips in your collar, then my teeth into the flesh above your breast, and pounded you harder, deeper, throwing my full weight behind every stroke, straining against your biology to fit even one more millimeter of myself inside. Your hands gripped my hair, pulling me into you, as you begged, "please, please, please, oh my god," and then I was shuddering, thrusting, releasing inside you - my jaws clenching painfully with a growl - hot, sticky cum bursting against your insides, slick, and with each thrust, each explosion of my cum deep, deep inside you, more and more of it was pushed out of you, trailing down between your legs, but I wasn't stopping. This animal wasn't nearly fucking done with you.
I extricated my teeth from your chest, and you heard something like a whimper escape my lips as you realized I just couldn't stop myself. I'd wanted you for so long. Cumming inside you just once was never going to be enough for me. And, still fully fucking erect, I was going to keep abusing this tight little hole of yours until one of us broke.
"Look at me," I ordered, resting my weight inside you. You did, and I slapped you, sharply, the pain dull through the warm shield of alcohol. You giggled, wiggling your hips against me, and I slapped you again, harder. Just once wasn't enough for you either, was it?
Sweat dripped from my chest, mixing with your own, as my panting grew feverish. Your cum-slick hole felt so fucking good I couldn't even think. You pulled me down to bite my shoulder, and I growled, thrusting, pushing, bullying your insides, making you mine - if not forever, at least for tonight.
I came inside you for a second time, and then a third, you felt that I was still hard inside you. Still. After three straight orgasms.
I pulled out, bringing a bottle of something strong and dark to your lips. It was going to be a long fucking night for the both of us.
I want to walk out of my dorm in the morning with a vibrator inside me. I was playing last night and this morning, I'm in a hurry, so I don't have time to take it out. Oh well, I think. It'll just sit there.
I grab the remote, just so I know that it's on me. As I walk through campus, I'm in such a hurry to get to my class that I don't realize that I've dropped it.
I get to my class and I settle in my seat. Moments later, my toy starts buzzing softly. I bite my lip, trying not to react.
You have the remote, and are toying with it, imagining that there's a girl out there somewhere who's currently sitting in class, pussy buzzing.
You toy with me through my entire class. I head back to my dorm, determined to get the toy out. But I'm sweating, and my legs are damp. When you see me, it's obvious to you that I'm the one you've been toying with.
You follow me carefully, trying not to be spotted. When I slide my card and head into my dorm building, you catch the door and follow me.
You play with me as we walk, enjoying the sounds I make as the toy buzzes happily inside me. When I enter my room, you follow.
I notice you now, and you hold up the remote, turning the toy up to full blast, watching my eyes as I cum.
"Good girl," you whisper. I blush.
That blush is all it takes for you to decide you're going to rail me all night, whether I like it or not.
Just daydreaming about sitting in class when my seatmate reaches a hand over to put it on my thigh. I don't want to make a scene, so I just push him off. A minute later, his hand is back. I push it off again.
He puts his hand back, this time grabbing my thigh roughly. I try to pull it off, but I can't, so I give up and try to focus on the lecture. It's made harder by his hand creeping up my thigh.
His fingers dig into my inner thigh for a minute, and I hope he's done. After a second, his hand moves higher, and his thumb brushes my clit through my panties.
I try to pull away, but his grip on me tightens. I consider calling out for help, but I really don't want everyone to see what he's doing to me.
He brushes my clit for a moment, and then his hand sneaks up, sliding down my panties. I bite my lip, trying to shut my legs. He reaches over with his other hand, pulling them apart.
He leans over to whisper in my ear. "God slut, you're so wet."
He's right, though I don't want to admit it. His fingers slide around in my panties, rubbing every inch of skin.
Finally he dips a single finger inside me, and it feels so good I almost whimper. I close my eyes in pleasure as his finger pushes as far in as it can go. My legs fall open.
He fingers me for a bit, adding a couple more fingers, and I keep my eyes shut, all my energy focused on staying quiet.
"Good girl, slut." He says softly. "You're putting on such a good show for us."
My eyes snap open, only to realize that everyone is looking at me. I attempt to pull away, but I can't get anywhere.
He lifts me up, putting me on the desk in front of us. The lecturer falls silent, watching us.
A couple guys help him pin me down. He rips off my panties, flipping up my skirt so everyone can see. I hear the sound of a zipper.
He isn't gentle. He slams into me with all he has, and I cry out, begging him to stop. I look down at the lecturer, eyes pleading.
He has his own cock out, stroking it to the sight of me.
Still thinking about how much I need to get onto a crowded bus in the morning to get to school. I wouldn't be wearing panties because I'm a filthy slut.
There wouldn't be any open seats, we'd be standing, pressed in like sardines. I'm pressed up against a guy. We hit a bump, and his hand slips. At first I think it's an accident. He didn't mean to touch my thigh.
But then his hand comes back, gripping my thigh, moving slowly up so that he can ghost his fingers over me. I shoot him a look, but he just whispers in my ear that I don't want to make a scene, do I?
He's right, I don't, so I'm completely silent as he dips a finger inside of me.
"Fuck," he whispers in my ear. "You're so wet. Your cunt feels so pretty, princess."
He fingers me for the entire bus ride there, just edging me. As we pull into my stop, I feel his fingers slide something inside me.
"Be a good girl," he whispers. "Don't cum, and when you get on tonight, you'll get off this bus with me."
I nod mutely, getting off of the bus and starting off to my class. My eyes widen as the buzzing starts, deep in my little cunt. Now he can edge me all day.
I get along pretty well with lesbians, for whatever reason. I think it's that the air is always pretty clear; they can't be into me, so I know for sure there's no game going on.
I think it would be incredibly fun to double-team a bi girl with a lesbian friend. With two doms focused entirely on you, using and abusing you, how long do you think you'd last before you broke?
Her behind you, rubbing your tight little cunt as I jackhammer away.
You on your front, face buried between her thighs, as I push your skull into her.
Cumming in your mouth and watching you two make out.
The two of us fingering you at the same time, my fingers strong and broad, hers long and dextrous.
Me beneath you, pounding your ass from below, rough hand at your throat, and her on top, fucking you with her strap, soft hands at your face, your sides.
It's been a while since you've seen a doctor, and you're nervous as you follow the nurse back to my office. What's there to be nervous about, this is just a little checkup, right? You notice the nurse's manicured burgundy nails as she knocks sharply on the door. She turns to you, smiling prettily, and says, "the doctor will see you now."
You push open the door and enter quite a large room. The nurse follows, closing the door behind you. In the center is the examination table, off to the right is a small crowd of young adults, appearing to be made up of men and women, and on the left is me, seated at my desk. "Welcome," I say, standing and extending one hand. My voice is deep, warm, and smooth, and you fumble for a moment, blushing a little, before you remember to shake my hand. Your hand is dwarfed in mine, my strong fingers encircling you, and a thought flashes unbidden through your mind - what would those fingers feel like inside you? - but, come on now, that's really not appropriate...
"I have a few students with me, as you can see. Is that alright?"
"Well, yes, of course!" Why shouldn't it be?
"Excellent. Now, I'm pioneering this new full-body examination method - it's really quite extraordinary, the maladies I can detect this way - but be warned, it is, shall we say, unorthodox. Is that alright?"
Just for a moment, you see something in my eyes, something behind the genial smile and gentle, reassuring tone. Just for a moment, you feel like some specimen, some piece of meat, pinned down under the lights with nowhere to go... but just for a moment. Surely, nothing bad can happen, and I'm a doctor, aren't I? You can trust me. So you swallow your fear, and you acquiesce.
"Excellent! Let's have a seat on the table, if you don't mind, and we'll make a start. Nurse V, if you would..."
As you sit on the table, the clinical, sterile seating a little cold against your skin, the pretty nurse steps behind the table, facing you, waiting for something. From your right, I approach, and you feel again just how much larger than you I am as my broad shoulders block out one of the ceiling lights. With all these people watching you, it takes all you have not to squeeze your legs together, just a little bit.
We begin with a quick examination of your face - "you have beautiful eyes, you know," I purr into one ear. I place one hand on the side of your neck and tilt your head; god, you've been reading too much, haven't you, the way you want these strong, expert fingers to close around your throat.
"Now, open your mouth for me, please." You oblige, and I cup your chin and slide my thumb into your mouth, pressing down on your tongue. Your eyebrows jump in surprise, and you look at me questioningly.
I smile again, still inside you. "Unorthodox, remember? Now, close your mouth and try to swallow." From behind, the nurse strokes your cheek with the back of one hand, and you feel a sudden ache between your legs. You close your lips around my thumb and swallow. It tastes... clean, mostly, as one might expect from a doctor, but you can taste the sweat underneath.
"Very good, one more time for me."
You swallow again, and you feel me slide my thumb over the surface of your tongue, pressing down, swirling in circles.
"And, one more time... yes, that's it, good job, very good job."
The praise for this degrading task is more than you can bear, and you squeeze your thighs together. Fuck, it's humiliating, everyone just saw you do that... All these eyes on you, the beautiful nurse behind you, this big, strong doctor with these big, strong hands and that big fucking bulge... but no, this is just a checkup, nothing is going to happen, right?
While you were thinking, I dried my hand off and had begun speaking.
"I'm - I'm sorry?"
"No worries. I was saying, can you remove your top, please? We need to examine your heart and your breathing."
You stare at me. "Remove my - "
"Yes, remove your top. The fewer barriers between me and you, the less interference with my examination." My face is quite serious, almost bored - this really must be routine. You look back at the nurse, and she smiles slightly and nods. So you undress, your nipples betraying you, standing at attention. You blush as the crowd of students looks at you intently. The nurse lays one warm hand on your shoulder, slender fingers gripping you reassuringly, and your eyes are drawn once more to those burgundy nails.
I step in close, and you feel my breath warm on your chest. "Now, observe the stiffness in the patient's nipples - this is to be expected, given the cool air, and it's certainly nothing to be ashamed of," I say, smiling. I press my stethoscope up over your heart, the metal cold on your skin, and your mind is betrayed by the pounding of your heart. My eyes flick up to meet yours, and I grin, predatorily, and once again you feel like a piece of meat beneath the lights.
I examine your breasts, starting with your left. Enclosed in my big, strong hands, I squeeze and push, prod and pull, ostensibly feeling for any abnormalities, but the way my fingers brush over your nipples, the intensity with which I sink them into your soft breasts, heaving now as your breath comes faster... My practiced tongue rasps over one nipple and a tiny moan escapes your lips as you try desperately to hide how much you're enjoying this; try desperately, and fail.
Abruptly, I pull back. "Excellent! All seems well here." I rest one hand on your other shoulder and turn to the students. "Note the pleasure response during this section of the examination, and I hope you were paying attention to the oral technique."
I turn back to you, my eyes dancing as they meet yours. "Fully undress, if you would. The inspection must continue."
Your hands tremble as you slide your clothes down off your waist, and the nurse aids you, her lovely hands stroking along your thighs and calves as she does.
"And spread for us, please."
Obediently, your thighs open, exposing your cunt, your needy, aching wetness, to all.
"Note the beauty of the patient's sex, here. The shape of the folds," I murmur, tracing one finger along your sensitive lips, "the balanced ratio of the clitoris to the vulva overall," sliding two fingers on either side of your clit, squeezing gently between them, "the appropriate pleasure response in - "
You lose what I say as I plunge two fingers inside you, powerful and dextrous, knuckles slipping past your tightness easily. It feels so fucking good to finally have something inside you, after all this aching and teasing, and god, so many people are watching, they're all watching your pussy spread and toyed with by this big, strong, handsome older man, and now the nurse's slender fingers are across your throat and her lips are on your forehead, and she tells you that you're doing so well for me, you've been so good...
My fingers press up inside you, finding your g spot, and with my thumb rubbing on your clit, I start melting you. Waves of pleasure course through your body, you gasp, moan, whimper, and with your eyes closed you can't tell whose lips are so soft on yours, but it feels so fucking good, and all those people are watching and it makes you want it more, your back arching, chest heaving, melting under the attention, and finally, mercifully, you cum, contracting around my fingers, squeezing your thighs together, trembling, shaking, gasping for air. You hear me say something, but you're so overwhelmed with pleasure that all you can make out from my speech is "very, very good".
The hand withdraws from your throat, and I gently, gently, extricate my fingers, and settle my hand atop one thigh, fingers slick with your desire.
The nurse whispers affirmation in your ear as I address the class. "Stimulation in this manner, of the two most sensitive sex stimuli, brings the most consistent and powerful orgasms to those possessing these organs." I stroke the inside of your thigh reassuringly, before turning to you.
"The final part of this examination is seeing how well you handle penetration. I'm going to need your unequivocal verbal consent before proceeding."
The nurse leans in and whispers into your ear, "might I suggest 'please, sir, will you fuck me?'" You'd blush harder if you could.
You swallow, nervously, and there's a twisting in your gut as you say it. "Please," you begin, voice cracking. "Please, sir, will you fuck me?"
"Yes, that is sufficient. I must say, though," I warn, unzipping my jeans, "that I am quite large." I slap my cock down on your tummy, and the sheer weight of it shocks you. You've seen size like this in porn, sure, but fuck, you've never touched something like this. When you tear your gaze away from my cock, I'm grinning down at you, predatory again. "You can back out at any time, you know." My voice is low, teasing, challenging. "Should we continue?"
You nod shakily, and spread your legs a little wider.
One hand on your raised knee, one hand guiding my cock, I push against you. For a moment you realize the exam had to be done in this order; if you weren't so fucking wet, there's no chance you'd be able to take me. But all thoughts are blasted out of your mind as I push harder and slide in.
It's so fucking thick that you can't help but groan. You've never felt so full, so strained inside, being pushed in every direction; you're not built for this, maybe there's just too much, your body is rejecting me - and then I push again, another few inches, and you slam your head back against the padded table, a long, drawn-out "fuuuuuck" wrenched from your lips. You feel my strong hands brace at your hips, and with a final thrust, slamming your cervix up into your guts, moving your entire body, the ridges of my cock sliding deeper and deeper, sliding painfully, pleasurably past your walls, I'm inside you.
The nurse rests her hands on you again, and purrs in your ear, "you're doing so well for him, I know it's hard, it's so hard, but you're doing such a good job, pretty girl..."
Glacially, I pull out, allowing you a moment to rest, before thrusting in again, hands still at your waist. You sob once, loudly, and then you sink into it as I pick up a rhythm, deep, deep strokes inside you. You hear me grunting, whispering something, and I grow more frantic, impaling you a little harder, and through the wall of pleasure you hear me rumble, "nurse V, begin the overstimulation procedure."
"Certainly, doctor." She leans over you, lips fiercely meeting yours, and one of those slender hands reaches down to abuse your clit. An image of those burgundy nails on your cunt flashes through your mind as I continue pounding you, forcing you to spread for me, adjust to me, even as the nurse plays your clit like an instrument, and fuck, she's a virtuoso.
You sing a song of moans and voiceless curses under our combined mastery, knowing your audience is entranced, filled with a blazing, lusty pride. The deep bass of my voice, resonant in your skull, is saying something, but you cannot hear me; you're moaning, groaning, pleading, "yes, yes, oh my god yes" over and over...
The song swells to a crescendo and with two sudden strikes, two powerful thrusts into you, it ends with a thick, hot, sticky white wave of my approval inside you. You feel it pulse deep, deep inside, filling you, load after load delivered straight past your bruised, abused cervix.
You come back to reality with my cum spilling from between your legs, trailing thickly down onto the exam table. I zip up my jeans while the nurse helps dry you off, from all the sweat and saliva. She dabs caringly at your mouth, and you notice that the cloth is dyed the same shade as her lipstick.
"Now," I address the class, "I hope you were paying attention." I rest one hand on your aching, trembling thigh. How many times did you cum with me inside you? How long were all these people watching you writhe beneath me, begging, losing yourself in the pleasure? You have no fucking clue. "This patient has bravely volunteered for each of you to examine her, here and now, while she's available to us."
Your jaw drops. When did you agree to that? You would never - but you were begging, "yes, yes, yes" earlier, weren't you, while I was talking. You agreed. Everyone heard you say it.
"One at a time, please. And," I say to you, grinning wolfishly, "don't worry. I'll be watching the entire time."
My stories so far have been entirely fiction, but now I'd like to tell one that's mostly fact.
You've been happily married for almost ten years. Everything is amazing: your husband makes bank, and takes care of all the bills, but your own part-time business gives you financial freedom. You're healthy, eating and exercising in moderation, and you know that you look good. You feel the eyes of other men on you when you go out, and even though you know you shouldn't, you like seeing the jealousy on their faces when you turn to your husband and cling to him, obviously adoring him.
Yes, everything is perfect... Except in bed.
You keep yourself looking good for yourself, of course, and your own confidence, but it would be nice if it felt like he wanted you too. You try to fuck him every day of the week, sometimes more than once a day, but you're lucky if he can get it up more than twice a month. He doesn't have any health issues, and he says he's into you, but his behavior makes you feel horrible. What sort of husband, what sort of man, wouldn't want to fuck someone as gorgeous as you? Plus, not that it should matter, but you're pretty sure he's lying when he says three inches is average for dick size, but you're a loyal wife at the end of the day and you're never gonna test it.
So when you're at your niece's swim meet and a handsome stranger starts talking to you, you play into it a little. God, usually you don't even pay attention when they try to talk to you but there's something different about this one... His voice is deep and smooth, his eyes are a striking gray, even prettier than your own, you think grudgingly, and god, he's got nice hair. You're not sure why, but the clear fact that he cares for his hair sticks in your mind. When he asks for your number, you sigh internally - well, the fun's over, I'm gonna have to turn him down - but then something in my eyes makes you hesitate. Something fierce sparks in my gaze, and, your stomach twisting, you give it to me. But it doesn't mean anything, does it?
You weren't sure if you'd be able to talk to me very well, but you find yourself quickly charmed by me. I'm kind, knowledgeable, reasonable, a good listener, funny, and most of all humble. I make a few dirty jokes, and despite yourself you laugh. It's all harmless anyway, right?
A few days go by and I tell you I'm shopping for swimsuits, and send you pics of me wearing them. You can't help but stare at how the fabric clings to the muscles of my legs, contouring down the thigh, and... Christ, what is that at my crotch? It's gotta be at least the size of your fist! You feel a flaring warmth between your legs, and for a moment, just for a moment, you imagine what that would feel like inside you... But no, I must have stuffed it with something. You laugh and help me choose, trying to forget the moment.
A week passes, and we're more comfortable talking now. We've talked about dating, and you've let slip some compliments you're not sure your husband would like to know you're saying to another man. You've sent some harmless photos of yourself to me, just cute dresses, but tonight, I'm barely even on your mind. A few nights ago, off a few glasses of wine, you had complained to me a little that you wish your husband would touch you more. Even then, you'd blushed, knowing you were playing with fire by telling that to this attractive man, but I'd taken it in stride, advising you to buy some nice lingerie, send him selfies in it, and tell him you're waiting for him in bed. So, as night fell, you took the photos and sent them to your husband, trembling a little. You imagined him opening his phone and seeing you, gorgeous, resplendent in lace, legs spread in the mirror, groping your own tits, and his face turning red, and him racing home to fuck you like he did on your wedding night. You recline on your bed, rubbing yourself in anticipation, the cool metal of your wedding ring pleasurable on your sensitive clit, and your heart pounds as you hear your phone vibrate - he's seen your pictures. He's on his way, surely. So you open your message and see:
I'm sorry, I have business to take care of tonight. I'm going to sleep at the office. Maybe tomorrow?
You're flooded with shame. How fucking disappointing, humiliating, and yet, expected. You down a glass of wine, then another, and a nasty thought flashes through your head - you know who would really appreciate those pictures? Me. The handsome man who's actually paying attention to you, the one who talks to you about your day, the one with that big damn bulge. A good wife would never do this, but your husband isn't treating you well enough to deserve good wife behavior, so fuck it. Fuck it! You send the photos to me, feeling a vengeful lust as you await my reaction.
Holy shit. Were these meant for me?
Yeah. My husband isn't fucking coming home tonight.
He's blind
For real
Good lord woman does he even know what he's missing out on
No
But you do
Maybe I can show you what you're missing out on, too
Surely... Surely I can't mean what you think I mean. You think again about that swimsuit pic from last week... Truth be told, you've been thinking about it a lot. Going back to look at it, touching yourself a little, but only a little. A good wife wouldn't do this, but he's not being a very good husband.
This is really not appropriate, but...
Show me.
Now, you aren't particularly religious, but the twin feelings of fear and desire when you lay eyes on my cock make you understand why some people are.
Oh my god! What even is that thing!
Haha, a little bigger than your used to?
you're*
Lol it has to be the size of my fucking forearm!
Hahaha it's not that big, I promise
I feel... submissive to it. Not romance, but like I need to serve it.
Fuck it. You're feeling bold.
You should get over here. Right now.
Trembling, your entire body feeling warm, you take a picture of your hand covering your pussy, wedding ring prominently visible on your finger. Your husband will never see this photo... But I will.
God I fucking wish I could but I don't have a car right now, remember?
Dammit. God dammit. There is absolutely no way this night ends without one of your holes getting absolutely stuffed by that beautiful cock.
Then I'll come pick you up.
You throw some clothes on, a loose shirt, a jacket, and some yoga pants, over the lingerie. The straps press into you, tight lines on your back and thighs, and you in your fury at your husband you give in to your imagination, letting yourself fantasize about my hands, not his, on your back. My voice, not his, in your ear. My.... Well. You need to focus on driving now, so you can't get too distracted, but the only reason you haven't pulled over to relieve the needy tension between your legs is because you know a man is waiting to do it for you, to touch you, to feel you, to meet your desire with the fiery lust you so desperately wish your husband had.
Your nerves almost overwhelm your desire as you pull up to my house, but as I open the door and slide into the passenger seat, an intoxicating scent fills the air and all your doubts vanish like smoke. You want this man inside you. Your husband won't do it, but I will.
We exchange greetings, and hesitating for a moment, I reach one hand out towards your face, cradling your head in one large, strong hand, reaching my fingers back through your hair, and as I move to kiss you, you slam yourself into me, messily, greedily, a little too hard. Our lips meet, but we crash our noses together a little painfully. You blink rapidly and start to apologize, but the tension of the moment is cut by my easy laughter, and you find yourself chuckling too. I rest my forehead against yours.
"To your place, then?"
You feel your skull vibrate a little as I speak, even through the rumbling of the car.
"Mhmm... We've got all night."
As you drive, I lean back and rest one hand on your thigh, stroking up and down, reaching down to feel the softness of your inner thigh. You feel my hand rise higher up your thigh, slowly, slowly, until I'm rubbing fully over your pussy, strong fingers pressing in and up as I stroke up and down. You moan in pleasure, a stifled sound accompanied by a low chuckle from me. God, why can't your husband touch you like this? Why is this so fucking hot?
We cruise into your garage, my hand still working between your legs like a masseuse, rubbing, pressing, so strong and capable...
We flood into your home, a mess of quick kisses and limbs. We slam into one wall of your living room, and I press my whole body into you, grinding my hips and holy shit, that fucking pressure down there must be my cock, but you hook one leg around me, hands riding over my clothes, feeling my muscles. You rip your shirt off, lingerie displayed proudly for me, and I slide one hand underneath. Your chest heaves as your breath comes harder, faster, pressing your tits into my hand, my fingers, as my other hand presses you by the small of your back into me, my lips at your neck. I grab one of your wrists, so small in my hand, and put your hand on my crotch, grinding the mass into your palm, and you gasp. You squeeze, just to be sure, but it's real. It's mine. It's that fucking big. You stroke the length over my jeans, feeling it throb even through the thick fabric, and almost before you know it you're on your knees, breathing in the scent of me, pressing your face into my bulge and moaning like a whore as you unleash me.
"Oh," you breathe, "my god."
It slaps down onto your forehead, heavy, thick, consuming the center of your sight. I grab the sides of your head and press into you, groaning, and you feel the weight of my balls on your chin, your lips, and you drink in the slightly sour scent of me like it's the nectar of the gods. With what you're willing to sacrifice for me right now, it may as well be.
You grip around me with one hand and are shocked that your hand doesn't close around it. You had saved yourself for your husband, you'd never felt another man in your life, and you knew that you'd never be able to look at him the same way again. You reach up a second hand and start stroking, pulling the thick heavy tip down towards your mouth. A trail of precum shines in the lamp light, and you lick me clean, reveling in the musky, salty taste. You look up at me, straight in the eyes as I cradle the side of your head, and give it a kiss. Tentative at first, just a peck, but then with your tongue. I moan, and start pressing it into your mouth. You spread your lips, but it's not enough. You can't fit past the tip, even as I struggle to press the length into you. One more time, you open your mouth as wide as possible, and finally, finally, the heavy, hot, throbbing tip of this other man's cock is in your mouth. You feel my precum directly on the back of your tongue, and as you brace your head back against the wall, you feel me push inside.
Your body resists beautifully, but it's a lost cause. I'm too strong, too insistent, now, for you to have a say in the matter. You brace yourself against my thighs as I grind further, further, another two inches down, and you feel your throat bulge, filled with my cock. I pull back, letting you breath, tears welling in your eyes, and as I start to ask you something you throw your head back onto my cock, trying to swallow it all this time.
You hear my moans above you, and the soaking wetness between your legs flutters. I grip your head again, fingers twining in your hair, and start thrusting down your throat. You can't take it all inside, so you stroke me with one hand at the base of my cock, fast little pumps as you squeeze the thick, heavy shaft, feeling my balls swing against your wrist.
Suddenly, forcefully, I slam the whole length down your throat, my eyes closed, moaning and cursing and finally, finally, I let you breathe, pulling out of your throat, and I finish myself in front of you, jerking fast and quick near the head, and I moan a long, drawn-out, shuddering "fuuuuuuck" as I cum, thick, hot ropes of sticky white on your face, your lips, your collarbone, your chest, that lingerie you bought for your husband under my direction.
You lick your lips as we try to catch our breath, and I lean on the wall next to you, my cock, not quite soft, hanging in front of your lips. Impulsively you lick it clean, dragging your tongue from the base of the shaft all the way up the head, feeling around the ridge as you do your best to please me, debasing yourself, letting yourself be the slut you always wished you could be with your husband.
You proffer one hand and I help you stand, legs shaking. You lean on me, arms folded against my chest, mouth and throat sore from my size, the taste of me still thick on your tongue. You look up and kiss my jaw, then fall back on the couch, and I fall before you, diving headfirst between your legs, my hands pushing your thighs apart, parting the sea of your desire and plunging you deeper into debauchery as I start to eat you out like it's my last meal on earth.
Fuck, I wasn't lying when I said I was good. Your husband won't do this, he never has, he won't even try, but I will, and I am, kneeling between your legs, sucking on your clit as my fingers tease your folds, pressing around you, sliding in and out, now, and you buck your hips into my face, one hand gripping my hair like you're trying to rip it out. My tongue slides over you, and your muscles jerk involuntarily with the shocks of pleasure, and there are tears in your eyes as the pleasure swells, swells, inside you, waves of it resounding through your body, my fingers electric inside you, and you cum, you cum for me, squeezing my head between your legs, back arched, moaning like a bitch in heat for me, this other man who can fuck you right, this other man who is not your husband.
But I am not yet done.
My big, strong hands close around your ankles and pull up, putting you flat on your back. I slap your raw, aching cunt with my hand a few times - not hard, but you're so sensitive that it still makes you flinch. The disrespect makes you indignant, but at the same time, you want it even more, now, don't you? I just hit you, not very hard, but I still slapped you, and you liked it. Fuck, you loved it.
"You needed to be fucked like a whore this whole time, huh?"
The wine-fueled lust, the urge to wound your husband for how he's hurt you, dies down a little, and you hesitate.
"Wait a moment, Gabe, I need a second..."
You look at your ring. Years and years of happiness. You look at my cock. Years and years of your needs being ignored.
"This one time, and that's it, okay?"
"Good enough for me," I smile.
You lean back and spread your legs, raising them to either side for me. I line up, and slide my cock over you, slapping it down on your tummy. Even now, after feeling it in your throat, you can't believe how deep inside you it would reach.
I reach down and cup your chin, forcing you to look me in the eyes, and with a shaky breath, you nod. I pull back, and start pushing in.
Two weeks ago, you believed that size doesn't matter even a little if you love your partner, and you love your husband dearly. But as I enter you, you realize that no amount of love can make up for the sheer physical fact of my size, and the way I stretch you out, filling your fluttering, aching cunt with my fat fucking cock. Another slutty moan is wrenched from your lips as I push inside, and you grip at the couch as you steady yourself to take me. You remember the difficulty of taking me down your throat, but you're so wet, so willing, so needy that it only hurts a little as I force another few inches inside. And then another. The tip presses against your cervix now, and I grind inside you, pushing, pushing, pushing you to take me, all of me, and you love the fucking feeling of it, of my weight, my size, after being so unsatisfied with your husband for so many years. You feel a decade of frustration releasing as I push inside you and start to thrust, in and out, in and out, ramming into your cervix, rocking you back into the couch cushions, and you hear me groan above you, "god, you're so fucking tight, girl," as I pick up the pace.
I take one hand, lay it across your pelvis, and push down, none too gently. You almost scream as the pleasure intensifies, each long stroke grinding along your g-spot, and you find yourself begging, "please, please, please," as you raise your cunt into me, the two of us unified in reaching ever deeper inside you.
My thrusts come harder, lighting strikes inside you punctuated by the thunder of my animal grunts, and you hook your legs around my back. You writhe beneath me, and with a panicked, "oh, god," you cum again, clenching around me, scratching at my back, your whole body shuddering and shaking as I continue to thrust, compounding the orgasm with the feeling of me.
"Fuck, fuck, fuck," you beg, whimpering, panting.
I lean in, my lips almost touching your ear. "I'm close," I whisper, breath shaky.
Your eyes widen. Again? Already? I just came five minutes ago, you can still taste it! But, you look me in the eyes again, and plead, "not inside?"
I kiss your forehead in agreement. With redoubled frenzy, I bring myself right to the edge, pounding your cunt like I'm trying to break you, and then all of a sudden pulling out. With another groan, shot after shot of my cum, this other man's cum, sprays on your beautiful skin. Long, sticky strands spraying from between your legs, up your tummy, onto your breasts, one even reaching your chin, dripping softly onto your chest.
I collapse on the couch next to you, panting, trying to slow my breathing. You rest your head on my shoulder.
A minute passes, and you ask, "can you get me a towel from the bathroom? It's just down the hall."
I return, tenderly cleaning my cum off you, and we return to sitting quietly together.
"How can we make this happen again, Gabe?"
I think for a minute, and then say, "if your husband wants to be cuckolded, we wouldn't even have to hide."
"Mmm," you stretch against me, draping one leg over my lap, "I probably can't just ask him that, can I?"
My hands rests on top of your head. "No," I reply, "probably not. But you can find out what kind of porn he likes."
We make small talk for a little while longer, snuggling together, but it's clear the night is over, and we both get dressed. It was a tame ride back to my house, and I leave you with a kiss to the back of your hand, my lips brushing over your ring as I pull back. The soreness between your legs growing, you think about how to achieve your desires as you drive away.
The idea of having to share a hotel room with someone. Maybe someone I don't particularly like but we're on a big group trip and we have to share rooms for budget reasons.
We each get our own bed, and I don't feel bad going to be early because I don't really talk to this guy. He says something about going to the pool so I just turn off the lights and go to sleep.
I wake up to his voice, "fuck, it's so tight" and notice something pushing into me. I groan tiredly and weakly try to push him away, realizing that I'm no longer clothed. Noticing my consciousness, he slams into me hard and my eyes shoot open. He's above me, fucking roughly into my tight cunt.
"What are you doing??" I try to push him away again. He pulls out and flips me over, holding my hands behind my back with one hand before fucking into me again. He uses his other hand to shove my face into the pillow.
"You're such a fucking whore, you know that?" He grabs my neck. "You act all innocent but you were begging for this in that skirt earlier" I try to protest but he squeezes my neck hard and I gasp for breath.
He keeps fucking me with his hand around my throat, muttering the occasional "good girl" and "you're so tight for me." I feel him hitting my cervix with every thrust and try to keep quiet, it's not supposed to feel good. But I feel the pleasure building and have to start to struggle not to move my hips with him. At one point he thrusts in so deep and I let a moan slip. He immediately starts going harder, releasing the hands holding me so he can slap my ass. With the new freedom of my hands, I only grip the bedsheets as he grabs my hips to fuck into me as hard as he can. I'm a moaning mess under him, not even pretending to hate it anymore.
He lifts me onto his lap and bounces me up and down on his cock. "God you're such a whore," he bites my shoulder and I moan pathetically, "you shouldn't have kept this tight pussy from me." I just moan pathetically as I feel his cock fill me so completely. "Say it slut, tell me you shouldn't have kept this pussy from me."
I pause in humiliation before muttering "I shouldn't have kept this pussy from you." He lifts me off him and throws me back onto my back.
"Good girl," he slaps me in the face, "we're gonna have to make up for this aren't we?" I just nod pathetically and wrap my arms around him, desperately trying to get more. I feel myself getting closer, the feelings of him filling me, slapping me, and grabbing me all over making me feel like a desperate whore.
My moans are unrestrained as my pussy eventually tightens on his cock as I cum, the feeling driving him to fuck me even harder. "You're such a whore for cumming from this, weren't you just pushing me away?" he mocks, "you're such a pathetic rapetoy, I'm gonna show you what you're fucking for." I keep quiet in my humiliation and he keeps toying with me as he pleases. Bending me into uncomfortable positions, hitting me, anything to get himself off.
"I'm gonna cum in you bitch," he slaps my face, "you're gonna take my whole load you useless fucktoy." He thrusts wildly into me, "you're so desperate for it." Then, as he finally cums, he holds his dick deep inside me and tells me I was such a good girl for him before pulling out and going back to his bed wordlessly.
I look forward to the rest of my time sharing a room with him.
I imagine this as like the two of you there for a work trip and after this you get pregnant from the load after load of cum he pumped into your (eventually) willing body. You soon get fired from the company (which TOTALLY wasnt his doing as a senior executive in order to force you into a more vulnerable and financially insecure position) and evicted from your apartment and your friends for some reason all stop talking to you. Its like they're afraid of you or think youre a jerk or something (again, TOTALLY not his doing). The only person left to turn to is the jerk that knocked you up in the first place. The jerk who is so considerate about setting you up with your own room and bathroom with apologies for his actions before and well you dont quite believe him but its not like you have anyone else.
One night you feel a thrusting motion and feel a cool wind on your now swelling stomach and you open your eyes to find him on top of you again. He had never changed and he was never sorry. He was just waiting until you trusted him enough to stop locking your doors at night and needed him enough that you couldn't leave. From then on, clothes are limited around the apartment as he behins tearing everything you own off of you whenever he wants you. And it doesnt matter where you fall asleep, your bed, his bed, the couch...wherever you fall asleep youll wake up to him pounding away.
You do try to run away once, you'd had enough of his contant rape (although you had enjoyed it so you questioned if rape was even the right word for it) and you'd also had enough of his sumg attitude and how he acted as if there was nothing you could do to leave if you tried. Well let him watch you.
You didnt make it far. You try to sneak out while he's at work but the doors are locked from the outside, even the windows, all except for a small window in the bathroom. You make it to the end of the road before a black car with tinted windows pulls alongside you and three men you dont recognize step out. In your pregnant state you cant possibly outrun them and they forcibly restrain your hands and put you in the back of the car before driving away to God knows where. They drive for awhile and eventually you fall asleep.
When you wake up you are handcuffed to a bed with your rapist-turned-babydaddy-turned-kidnapper staring at you with a grin you know means trouble. He isnt fucking you when you wake up but you're fully naked and spread-eagle on the bed so you're totally exposed. As you continue to take stock of your body you realize theres a vibe tied to your clit and a dildo in your cunt. "I realize now....that to keep you...I need you to be much more obedient and submissive. Ive left you with far too much willpower. Your life is now mine. YOU are now mine. And the sooner you accept that, the sooner we can get back to building our family." He smiles at you and rubs your belly with a deranged look in his eyes. "I'm going to rape so many babies into you, and youre going to like it by the time you leave this room." At that, he finally moves from his position over you to grab something you cant see before your sight goes black. Something over your head, a helmet or visor of some sort, starts making noise. Whirring at first and then a pleasant music starts playing and colors start to blur and spin in front of your face. As the subliminals in the music and video start to work, you agree with him. You are going to love it.
i just want to be tied tight to a bed with my legs spread wide as you force larger and larger objects inside my pussy, taking pictures until I’m crying and begging you to stop and you just ignore me and continue your little experiment
what if you ... uhhhh... had me lie across your lap while you’re watching a movie and absentmindedly played with my pussy ...and uhhh ...maybe... spanked my cunt when i get too loud or squirmy
A few months ago I was seeing this married guy that was really into rape play. We had a lot of fun acting out some of his darkest fantasies and one time he had me tied up on my stomach in a hotel room, my legs spread open and my arms tied above my head and he made me unlock my phone and opened up tinder. He started sending messages to everyone in my matches asking them if they were into rape play. A few of them messaged back and said they were into it so he messaged one of them and told him that he was the guy that just finished fucking me and that he still had me tied up and really high and that I was just asking to be taken advantage of. He gagged me, gave this guy the name of the hotel and the room number, and then left the door of the hotel room propped open when he left. About 30 minutes later here comes my tinder match. I pretended not to wake up when he walked in. He didn’t say anything he just pulled down his pants and underwear and climbed on top of me. I mumbled for him to get off, to stop but he was already inside of me and holy shit did it feel good to have some man I’d never met before inside of me. He savored the fact that I was helpless, taking his time and starting slow. Whispering degrading things in my ear about how much of a whore I was. How all I was good for was pleasing men and that I had no right to say no. He fucked me for about an hour before cumming all over my back and then leaving me tied up. A few hours later the married guy showed back up and untied me. I was so turned on I basically jumped on his cock and road him hard as fuck.
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