For fun, random fantasy #312

Tee hee….this has been sitting in draft land for a while, so I thought I’d dust it off.

She wanted to get fucked, hard.  She didn’t need to know their name, they didn’t need to know hers, in fact, she preferred it that way. The anonymous stranger pounding into her, so hard it almost hurt, so hard nothing else hurt.

That’s what she wanted, for the fuck to slam her back into her body, she wanted to get lost in it, to be made to feel and allowed to escape. She wanted to get stretched wide open.  Sometimes she wanted to suck cock like a boy while getting fucked like a girl. Sometimes she wanted to suck cock like a girl while getting fucked like a boy, but tonight she wanted everything, someone who would help make her into something new, something, different.

That’s when he came in; entering the back room of the bar with a swagger that told her he was packing. He was holding a beer bottle, she could tell it was still cold from the condensation on the glass, she imagined the neck of that cold bottle sliding quick and deep into her pussy, already beginning to ache at the thought of this boys hands all over her.

He caught her staring and walked towards her. She knew he could read her face, see what she wanted. She would wait, though, for him to make her say it aloud, force her to ask for it, beg if she had to. She began rehearsing it in her mind, the pleading way she’d look at him, starting with a whispered, “please”, he’d ask her again, “What do you want?”…she couldn’t say it out loud yet, and again, he’d say say it, “I want to hear it, tell me what you want.” He wasn’t asking this time, he was telling her. This was perfect she thought, that’s how she wanted it to happen.

He was in front of her now, his body close enough to feel the coolness of his skin even in the heat of the club. She couldn’t speak. She didn’t have to. He took a drink from the bottle still in his hand, finished it, and set it on the table. He took her hand and turned to walk. She felt small, following him though the crowd of people, oblivious to anything except the square frame of his back and the curve of his shoulders, so much taller then her own.

He lead her to a darker corner of the bar, stopped,  pressed her face forward against the wall with a firm hand on the small of her back. Pressing up against her ass she could feel his cock through her skirt, his jeans. The weight of his body pushing her hard against the wall made her clit throb, causing that familiar, lovely ache in her pussy. That’s what she needed, the wanting,  the possibility of action. She closed her eyes and exhaled, she didn’t know she’d been holding her breath. He leaned in and placed his teeth on her shoulder, enough pressure to let her know he meant business, enough to make her want it harder.

Morning….

She wakes up slowly to the feeling of something between her legs – spreading her, holding her open. She’s on the edge of consiousness, that place between dreaming and awake in the first minutes of almost-morning. She struggles to wake up, eyelids strain to flutter open, a soft exhale of breath escapes her mouth when she feels sensation higher up in her chest, at her nipples, twisting, pinching and pulling in time with the pressure between her legs – fullnes, empty, pressure, release. It’s happening again, the feeling of invasion, she tries to form a ‘no’ of protest in her dreamy state. Was she drugged? Why can’t she seem to wake up? How is she here again? “no” she says again, at least she thinks she says it. The pressure is still building in her cunt but the weight on the bed shifts, a voice in her ear – she hears the low chuckle of whoever is doing this to her. “’Camon baby, you know you want this, you know you want me inside that pretty pussy of yours, spreading you wide open, just take it for me, it’ll be so easy”. She tries to turn her head away, embarassed, she knows how wet she is, no matter how much she protests. “Aww…poor thing….what, you don’t like getting fucked like this? Its that why you’re so wet, so open for me? you know this is what you want you little slut..” The voice is patronizing and she’s ashamed, knowing that they’re right, that this is exactly what she wants. Still, she protests, “no” and tries to close her legs, tries to deny them access to her cunt, now obviously swolen, open, wanting…they’re holing her there against the mattress, she can’t escape. She tries to turn to her side, curl away from the pressure that keeps building, lighting that familiar blaze that makes her clit ache and throb. “No..please” she says again, this time louder, almost awake now, almost aware of who is doing this to her. A firm hand on her shoulder holds her down on her back, pinned to the mattress, fingers curled tight into her hair, pulling her head back, exposing her throat, teeth hard against her skin and the growling voice in her ear. “you make me so hard, protesting like that..little slut…pretending you dot want it…tell me no again…tell me to stop.” She can’t. They’re slamming into her now, she can make out the shape of a shoulder , a forarm moving swiftly into her, slamming hard in and out over and over again…shes almost awake now, its getting lighter outside and shes so full, so tight, their breathing heavy in her hear, her voice chanting a resigned ‘no’ in time with the thrusting between her legs. She knows now it’s a hand inside her now—she can feel fingers curled up against her g-spot, the feeling almost too intense, too full. She knows it wont stop until she gives in, allows herself to get fucked- open and exposed and wanting to be taken this way, she knows this is what she wanted, what she asked for. Their breathing turns in to groans, grunts of force and lust that keep her wet, make her tilt her pelvis up to give them a better angle. “That’s it baby, I know this is what you want, fucking give it to me, give it to me slut, come for me, come all over my hand” They know it’s the talking that will send her over the edge, calling her all sorts of names, ‘slut’, ‘whore’, ‘pussy’, ‘cunt’, telling her how she feels, warm, hungry, greedy, open. She bites down on the shoulder working abover her as she comes, grips around the hand, now almost a whole fist in her wet cunt, biting down on their shoulder to keep from screaming because fuck….it hurts…..but it feels so fucking good. “That’s right baby, let it out, let me hear you come for me, come all over my hand” And she’s screaming now. She knows she’ll barely have a voice when she finally does speak again, her scream becoming an alarm setting off sparks between them, her intruders grunts turning into moans and shaking and she knows they’re coming too, feels them explode all over her thighs as her pussy continues to clench the fist buried deep inside her. The body on top of her continues to tremble, hand slowing its pace in her cunt. Her pussy begins to relax to let it out, they’re kissing her now, soft and long kisses lulling her back to sleep, the daylight filling the room fading again into darkness as they both fall back asleep, dreaming.

for fun

I imagine myself walking up behind her in the bar, red lips breathing into her ear – “tell me some more about that chain anchored to your wall” I want to tell her. Tell me about the chain and the wrestling mat and your huge room, just promise to show it to me later.

You call me your nice Italian Girl just to make me blush, not always so nice I think but never say, and I wonder which pair of heels I’d wear while you fuck me. I was listening you see, that night when you whistled, pointed to your sternum and told me you wanted to feel their sharp points here.

Would your hips keep the same fuck-me rhythm that hers do? Would you know to tease my hole with just the head of your cock until you feel me buck up against you, begging you, two simple words…’please’ and ‘more’?

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xoxo