Soooooooooo…. long time no update.
Weeeell, last night I indulged my inner slut. I had posted some random ad on Craigslist (yes, that’s right — craigslist, god forbid) of a rape fantasy, and of course got 592359235 replies. However, there was this one guy who stuck out, just ‘cause he mentioned he was well practiced in bondage. I message him, we exchange numbers, text for a little bit, then he ends up calling me. We talk. Next day, he convinces me to come meet him at the mall downtown. I was like, okay, sure, but I’m not going to fuck you the first time we meet. I wanted to make sure he wasn’t some kind of serial killer, etc. etc.
So anyway, he tells me to wear a pair of sweat pants with no panties and a zip up hoodie with only a bra. I agree. I actually was pretty damn late getting there ‘cause I got lost on the highway (women have no sense of direction, but I REALLY don’t), and once I finally got there (with his guidance), he walked right up, put his arms around me in a vice grip of a hug, then grabbed a fistful of my hair and jerked my head back to slam his mouth against mine. I was instantly turned on. We talked for a little bit, me being sheepish and shy, before he asked me what I wanted to learn. I tiptoed around it, and said, “To be your submissive.” He grabbed me by my hair, tipping my head back to look at him, and said, “No. What do you want to learn?” and I said, “To be your slut.” He laughed which made me flush. “Feel good saying that, slut?” and I nodded.
He lead me back to his car and we went to the mall’s garage parking lot. He asked me if I wanted to go inside or just talk, and I said it was up to him. As soon as he threw the car into park, he pushed his hand between my legs and started to paw at my clit through my sweats. “Wet already?” he teased, and I could only nod. “Thoughts?”
My mind was too jammed to string together anything too coherent. When I stammered something, he pushed his hand underneath the fabric of my pants and traced my slit before he pinched my clit and started to rub it. “You’re already soaking wet, and we haven’t even done anything,” he said. I looked up at him, and he used to his other hand to jerk my head in the other direction. “Did I say you could look at me?” I gasped and said, “No sir.” He started to rub my clit faster, making me moan. He unzipped the front of my jacket and used his other hand to tug my bra down and grasped onto my breast, twisting my nipple painfully between his fingers. “What are you thinking?” he asked. “That I like you touching me,” I whispered and peeked up at him. He slapped me across the face. “I didn’t say you could look at me, slut.” And then he massaged my clit hard and fast until I was quivering, and demanded I cum. I did. He lifted his pussy juice stained hand and commanded me to suck my slut juices off of his fingers.
Once I came, he grabbed my hand and pressed it against the hard bulge in his pants. “Touch my cock, whore,” he said. I did as he said, but I have actually never touched a cock before. Like, not really. I’ve only had sex 3 times, and it was all missionary — no build up, just got fingered then fucked (not a good fucked, either.) “You can do better then that.” As he speaks, he pulls the car out of park and turns out of the garage and back towards the parking lot we both met in. Uncertainly, I take my hand off of his cock to only have him hiss, “Did I say you could stop stroking my cock, cunt?” “No sir,” I answer, and resume caressing him.
He pulls up besides my car and puts his car in park then takes out the keys. “Zip up your jacket.” I do, and he gets out of the car and walks over to my side and opens up the door. “Out.” I get out, and he shuts the door behind me. He puts a hand on the small of my back and starts leading me across the parking lot, towards a thin line of woods nearby. We duck underneath some tree limbs and find ourselves right next to a fence in the midst of the trees. As soon as we’re out of the public eye, he turns and starts unzipping his pants. “You’re going to suck my dick,” he says. “Get on your knees.” I hesitate for just a second, and he grabs my hair and pushes me down onto my knees then forces his cock into my mouth. I’ve never given head before, so I’m slightly startled. He pushes the entire length into my throat until it slams against the back, making me gag and retch. He keeps his hands strung through my hair, making sure my head stays in place, and guides my mouth away from his cock, letting me recollect myself, then pushes it back into my mouth. I start sucking, moving my head back and forth, and he commands that I suck harder. I do. Apparently it wasn’t to his satisfaction, because he starts to violently fuck my mouth until I’m gagging repeatedly. He’d randomly pause, letting me catch my breath, before he’d shove it back in and hold it against the back of my throat while I gagged.
Suddenly he pulled out of my mouth and, grabbing me by my hair, draws me to my feet and spins me around. He pulls down my sweats and tugs my hoodie off, then unclasps my bra and tosses them on the ground. “Stick your ass out. Make it pretty for me.” I bend forward. “You can do better then that, slut.” He pushes his hand against my back so I’m thrown against the fence, and grabs onto my cunt to draw my ass backward. Then there’s a loud crack as his hand slams onto my bare ass. “Why were you fucking late?” Slap, slap, slap. Ow! “I’m sorry, sir-“ SLAP. SLAP. SLAP. “That’s not what I fucking asked you. Why were you fucking late?” “Because my dad was making me help him with a few things, sir!” He spanks my ass three more times on the right side, then starts striking on the left. “Are you going to be late next time?” “No, sir!” Slap, slap, slap. “Why should I believe you?” “I promise I won’t be late next time, sir!” He gives my ass one last slap then I hear him messing with something—putting on a condom—and his backs against mine. One of his hands goes between my thighs, cupping my pussy while the other grabs onto my nipple and twists it hard. His mouth finds my ear and he bites onto the lobe. “What do you want, slut? Do you want me to fuck you?” His hand falls away from my tit and grabs onto his cock as he pushes it along my wet pussy. “Do you want my dick inside of you?” “Yes please, sir.” He pushes the head in, making me squirm, before he pulls it back out. He repeats it several times. “Please,” I say. “You don’t deserve my cock in your pussy yet, slut,” he said, and then he shoves a finger into my ass. I gasp out loudly. He starts to finger fuck my ass as I squirm, his other hand tormenting my clit and all I can do is whine against the chain fence that my face is smashed against. “Do you like that?” he asks huskily. “Yes sir,” I pant. He slaps my clit, making me jolt, then rubs his cock along the opening of my cunt before pressing the head against my ass….. and then slams it all the way in. I cry out, loudly. In pain. He starts to rub my clit hard again and does two slow thrusts. His free arm comes up and snakes around my throat, both choking and pulling me back into him. I’m both whimpering and moaning. He starts to fuck me, slowly at first, then starts to pick up the pace. “Do you want me to stop?” he grunts into my ear. “No, sir.” “Does it hurt?” “Yes, sir.” And then he thrusts as hard as he can into me, making me cry out. “Rub your clit, slut, I want you to cum with my cock in your ass.” I obey, and he starts to fuck me faster, and I moan out that I’m going to cum. Right as I’m cumming, he draws his cock out of me and spins me around to face him, as he takes off his condom and reaches for a new one.
Once he had his new condom on, he took off his jacket and threw it onto the ground. He laid back on it. “You said you wanted to learn how to ride cock, right, baby doll?” I wearily nod, still breathing heavily. “Come here, you’ve earned the right.” I stumble over to him, completely stark, and put my legs on each of his sides. I grab onto the base of his cock and push it against my opening. I fumble a bit, and he reaches down to guide it right in. Suddenly, he sits up, and commands me to wrap my legs around his waist. I do, and he tells me to rock in rhythm with him. We fuck like this for a while, his mouth occasionally finding my breast to bite down onto it hard, or my mouth to kiss me roughly, before he suddenly lifts me up and lays me down on his jacket. “Roll over, on your hands and knees.”
Panting, I roll over as he says. “Make your ass pretty for me. Tits on the ground.” I press my chest down against the ground, ass straight up - feeling incredibly exposed and embarrassed, and then I feel his cock pressing against my pussy before he slams into me, hard, and starts to fuck me savagely. Midway through, he grabs onto my hair and draws my head back, and I guess I’m being too “vocal” because he slaps me across the face and tells me to shut the fuck up. He lets go of my hair and pushes my face down against the ground and then I feel an abrupt lash against my side, and then another, and then three more across the side of my tits. He’s beating me with his belt. He starts to fuck me harder, each thrust jerking me as his belt pelts my body with blows, until he wraps it around my neck and pulls it tight. “I said shut. The. Fuck. Up. Slut,” he growls, and tightens it, as I wheezed for breath and continued to fuck me. It wasn’t until I was clawing at the belt did he relax it a little, only to replace it with his arm and to continue fucking me hard. “Permission to cum sir!” I gasp, and he almost laughs. “Again? You really /are/ a whore. Cum, slut, cum now.” And I do, gloriously. As soon as I finish cumming, he pulls out of me and turns me so I’m facing him. “I want you to masturbate for me. Play with your slutty little pussy until you cum.” He took a few steps back, jerking himself off as he stared down at me, waiting.
I’m suddenly all self-conscious and shy again. “Don’t make me say it again, whore, or you won’t like the consequences.” Somewhat shyly, I reach down and start to rub my sore and swollen clit. I look up at him, and he gives me this “Are-you-really-looking-at-me-without-permission?” glare, before I quickly look away. I finger myself until I cum again, with him calling me a filthy cunt and encouraging me to hurry the fuck up because he doesn’t have all day. As I’m fingering myself, he gets out his cell phone and takes a few pictures (pictures to which I viewed later to make sure my face was not included), and then tells me to get back onto my knees. I do. He starts to fuck me again, this time quick and fast. “This is for me, slut, not for your pleasure.” After a few minutes of fucking me, he asks me where I want him to cum. I say on my ass. He pulls out, rips off the condom, and cums all down my ass and back. I feel his hand caressing across my back before he shoves his hand into my face. “Lick it off,” and shoved his fingers into my mouth. I do. It doesn’t taste THAT bad. Once I lick all the cum off, he stands me up and cups my throat, squeezing it lightly as he pins me back against the fence and bites onto my bottom lip, tugging on it. Hard. “You were a perfect little slut princess,” he growled, and gave my pussy a light slap. “Dress yourself.” He hands me clothes off of the ground, which I do, before he stops me and takes a cloth out from his jacket’s pocket and wipes whatever cum was left on my back and ass off. Afterward, he wraps an arm around me and lead me back out to his car, where we sat and talked for a little bit, and he started asking me all these questions — if I wanted to play again, if I would be his sub, if there was anything I especially liked/disliked about what we did.
And then he apologized for fucking me, but said it was my own fault for being so wet and inviting. He said he didn’t originally intend to do anything but tease me, but once he felt how incredibly wet my pussy was, he couldn’t resist.
Thennnnnn all of today he has been texting me and asking when I’ll be his again, and all that good stuff.
HMMMM. Yes. Slut flag fly.