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She Was A Tease
by My Darker Side (this.is.my.darker.side@gmail.com)
***
She'd been leading me on like this for months, always
getting to the point of almost and then leave. Excuse
after excuse, and there I'd be, angry, frustrated, with
only my hand for company. But it was stopping tonight.
(MF, nc, rp, v, bd)
***
I finally had her in my house, and more importantly, in
my bed. We'd been kissing and groping each other for
about an hour on the couch, and when I suggested moving
to the bedroom, she didn't say no. But I'd been here
before. She'd been leading me on like this for months,
always getting to the point of almost... and then
leave. Excuse after excuse, and there I'd be, angry,
frustrated, with only my hand for company.
But it was stopping tonight.
So there we were, kissing, touching. Her, beautiful in
the flush of lust and desire on her face, laying on my
bed with her hair spread out like a halo around her
head. Kissing... I love to kiss this woman, she has one
of the most passionate mouths I've ever had the
pleasure to encounter. I've spent days dreaming of how
it would feel around my cock... but the little tease
has never even been close to it.
I was on top of her, kissing her hard, moving my mouth
slowly to the side of her face and down to her neck.
There's a spot, just under the lobe of her ear along
the line of her jaw that had always made me crazy. I
nibbled it, a little harder than I usually do, and she
moaned deeply. Her hand snaked down between us and she
squeezed my cock through my pants, causing me to moan
in return.
I'd been waiting so long for this. I moved my hand up,
trying to get it up under her shirt, but she moved like
a snake and stopped me, whispering "We barely know each
other" in my ear, followed by that giggle... the one
that told me we were almost finished here, at least
according to her.
The handcuffs were on the dresser near the bed, right
where I'd left them earlier when I found out she was
coming over. In one fairly fluid move, I turned her
over onto her stomach and grabbed the cuffs from the
dresser. She didn't hear the sound of metal on metal as
I straddled her waist; she was laughing, telling me to
be careful or I'd hurt her. It wasn't until I had one
hand bent back to the small of her back that she
started to understand what was going on, and started to
struggle.
First one, then the other cuff clicked into place
around her wrists. I sat back, enjoying my handiwork.
She was face down on my bed, with her hands cuffed
behind her. I ran my hands up under her shirt, and
undid the clasp of her bra. She was talking, telling me
that it was ok, that if I let her go she wouldn't do or
say anything to anyone. Telling me that she was sorry.
I ignored her and slowly moved my hands up and down her
back, and then slowly down around and under her sides,
feeling the full round weight of her breasts in my
palms. She was struggling under me, kicking her feet
around but I outweighed her by at least fifty pounds.
I pushed her shirt up farther, so that it was bunched
up around her shoulders. Her skin was like ivory, cool
to the touch and pale enough to be able to see the
veins beneath. Beautiful, so beautiful. Moving my hands
down and underneath her again, I found her nipples with
my fingers and pinched them both, hard. She screamed,
writhing under me harder, but I just sat down harder,
letting her know that there was no way I was going to
let her go.
I'd had about as much fun as I could like this, so I
flipped her over, quickly, not giving her any time to
react. As I admired her breasts, and the flat of her
stomach, she started to get louder about her
objections, complaining that the cuffs were too tight,
that they were hurting her wrists. I gave her a look,
ignored her and started kissing and licking my way up
from her navel to her breasts, slowly trailing my
tongue up to first one nipple then the other. She
struggled against me, saying ”no” over and over again
as I kissed and sucked and bit them, left, then right,
then left again.
Feeling her body arch under me and her nipples getting
harder and harder every time my mouth touched them was
exciting me more and more. But her constant chatter and
begging, although exciting as well, was getting to be
an annoyance.
Her shirt was bunched up at her shoulders, so I pulled
it up into her mouth, gagging her with it. Her eyes
went wide, and she moaned into the gag. It was quieter,
and so much sexier.
I hadn’t said a word to her yet, just continued to
touch and kiss all of the bits of exposed skin I could
reach without getting off of her. After a few minutes,
I stopped and making sure I had her attention, I smiled
and pulled the key to the cuffs out of my pocket. She
got this look of relief in her eyes, and I flipped her
back over, so that I could get at the cuffs. I unlocked
only one, and then turned her back over. Her face was
so hopeful, and the look stayed there until she
realized that I was pulling her arm up to cuff her to
the headboard of the bed. She started fighting me,
trying to buck me off, pull her wrist out of my grasp,
anything that she could do. Behind the shirt in her
mouth, she was screaming.
But none of that stopped me from pulling her arms up
over her head, snaking the cuffs behind the cast-iron
decoration of the headboard and locking them back in
place. Straddling her chest, looking down at her,
seeing that the relived look had been replaced by one
of complete terror, I started laughing.
Which is when she started crying.
She was crying. Behind the makeshift gag in her mouth
she was begging me to stop, not to hurt her, to let her
go. More of the same. I had no intention of letting her
go. Maybe ever. And that’s exactly what I told her. I
insinuated that there had been others in the exact
circumstances she was in. Hinted at murder,
dismemberment, a shallow grave in the woods. I told her
that if she ever wanted to leave this room alive she
had to do exactly what I wanted, when I wanted, for as
long as I wanted.
Her eyes were wide, tears running down the sides of her
head as she nodded her agreement. I climbed off of her
chest and busied myself with her jeans. They were tight
on her nice round ass and shapely legs, and I
considered cutting them off at first, but just ended up
pulling them off of her.
She wasn’t wearing panties. I called her a dirty little
slut and ran the tip of my finger along the line of her
slit. She moaned at my touch, trying to wriggle away
from me, but it was too late. I had found out her
secret: she was soaking wet, her lips full and swollen
and her clit rock-hard. I slowly pushed my finger
inside her, finding her just as wet and hot inside as
out. I fingered her slowly, calling her a whore and a
slut, asking her if she liked being used like this,
telling her she was a dirty, dirty girl and that she
should be ashamed. She thrashed around as I fucked her
with first one and then two fingers, curling them up
and finding that spot. She was going crazy, and I could
tell from her moaning and the clenching of her pussy
around my fingers that she was getting closer and
closer to cumming.
“Are you going to cum while I finger you?” I asked, “Do
you like to be raped by my fingers?” She moaned
something that sounded like “No!” but her hips bucked
up against my hand at the same time and then her pussy
clenched tight around my fingers as she came, all the
time crying and moaning “no” over and over.
It was one of the most beautiful things I’d ever seen.
And we were just getting started.
As she finished cumming with my fingers in her pussy, I
reached down and removed the gag from her mouth. Before
she could say or do anything, I moved forward so that I
was straddling her chest. I reached down and pinched
both of her nipples, hard. She screamed and I told her
that she’d better be quiet, or she’d find out what real
pain was. Eyes wide, she managed to be mostly quiet
while I busied myself with her breasts. They were round
and full, the skin smooth, the nipples hard and taut.
She was squirming and thrashing around under me, her
body obviously responding to my touch, even if she
didn’t want it to.
After a few minutes, I moved forward a little more so
that I was sitting on her breasts with my cock right
above her face. She knew what was coming, or at least
thought she did. I reached down and wrapped my fingers
around my cock. I pumped it a few times, just to make
sure she was paying attention and to get it nice and
hard. The tip of it was wet from the pre-come leaking
out of it, and I pushed it down and smeared it around
on her lips. She moved her head to the side, causing me
to draw a line up the side of her face. So sexy, but
not what I wanted.
Without warning I drew my hand back and slapped her,
hard, on her left cheek. Her eyes went wide again,
wider than they had been, and tears started welling out
of them again. I told her not to fucking move, or she’d
get worse. Without waiting for any response, I took my
cock and started rubbing it against her lips again. I
could see her wanting to move, to twist her head away
in disgust, but she didn’t. She was being a good little
slut and I when I told her so, she moaned again.
I slowly rubbed my cock all over her pretty little
face; her mouth, her cheeks, her eyes and her nose.
Once she was used to that, I started to hit her with my
cock, softly at first, just a tap on her lips, but
eventually I was using it like a club against her face.
She was moaning and whimpering under me, wanting so
badly to try to twist away from my assault, but there
was nothing she could do. I told her to open her mouth,
and she did it without hesitation.
As I slipped the head of my cock between her lips, I
reached back with one hand and found her slit with my
fingers. She was completely soaked; so wet that there
was a growing dark spot on the sheet between her legs.
I looked her right in the eyes and told her how dirty
she was to enjoy being raped so much. She moaned and I
felt her pussy clench around my finger. I smiled,
slowly stroking my cock in and out of her mouth while I
fingered her cunt.
I called her a slut and a whore, told her that I was
going to make her dirty little pussy cum again. Told
her how sexy she was tied to the bed, how much I was
going to enjoy fucking her over and over.
I fucked her mouth faster and harder. I was shoving my
entire length into her and she took it over and over,
getting hotter and wetter the entire time. I wanted to
cum so badly, cover her face with it, but I wanted to
fuck her more than anything, had from the beginning. I
pulled my cock out of her mouth, smacked her with it a
few more times, then, replacing the gag, I moved down
between her legs.
Without pausing, I slid my cock deep into her pussy.
She was so completely wet and ready that there was no
resistance at all, and since I’d moved so quickly down
between her legs, she didn’t have time to resist. Her
moan / scream was as much from lust as it was from the
feelings of humiliation and violation she was feeling.
Her hips bucked up off the bed as I started to slowly
fuck her, and I think she came again, at least it sure
felt and sounded like she did.
I bent over her, lying fully on top of her and holding
her down as I continued to fuck her. My mouth traveled
over her shoulders and neck and face, my tongue and
teeth leaving a trail of bite marks and saliva. She was
crying, moaning, screaming through the gag in her mouth
as I pistoned in and out of her. She was so wet I could
feel it on her thighs.
I started whispering in her ear, telling her how much I
loved raping her tight pussy, telling her she was a
perfect little slut and whore. Told her how dirty she
was to enjoy being fucked like this. I said that she
must secretly want to be raped all the time.
I told her that she’d never be able to have sex again
without thinking of the way that I was fucking her now,
using her like a piece of meat. I said that all she was
was a hole, a place for me to put my cock and that
every time she was with a man from now on, she’d wish
it were me fucking her.
She cried and moaned and screamed some more, and came
at least one more time. I stopped counting after a
while, except to note each one and tell her how dirty
she was to come so hard from being raped. She was
barely moving any more, really, her resistance now just
a barely audible moan every time I stabbed deep into
her with my cock. She didn’t even move when I pulled
out of her cunt, straddled her stomach and sprayed my
cum all over her chest and face.
I climbed off the bed and got dressed. I stood over her
for a few minutes, admiring my work. Her body was
shaking. Cum and tears streaked her face. She looked so
beautiful, like a work of art. I told her that I loved
her like this, and that I’d be back in a few hours to
clean her up and start again.
And I told her that I’d bring a friend this time.
END
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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life.
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