Oral, rough and trucking.

By Harley K. Grant

He grabbed her hair and roughly pulled her head towards him.  Her mouth opened and he thrust his thick cock into her waiting mouth.  He pushed her deep and she began to make gagging noises.  He let go of her and she began working her mouth vigorously up and down his shaft.

“I didn’t have to force you did I?  You wanted that.”  He leaned his head back and savored the feeling as she leaned into her work.

He glanced down and their eyes met.  He got an erotic charge out of that every time.  The eye contact, that connection to a woman whose mouth was wrapped around his dick.  But this time there was going to be more.  She wanted more, they’d talked it over carefully over coffee earlier this evening.  That meeting was itself the culmination of email and phone conversations.

He looked down at her nude body.  She was no shapeless, anorexic woman, thank god.  Not one that you worried would break if things got a little wild.  Her full breasts swayed back and forth as she worked.  There was a nice ass on this one, he thought, the kind a man could get a grip on.  But now, he wanted those breasts.

Abruptly he grabbed her hair again and pushed her away.  Bending down he grabbed her under the arms and brought them both to their feet.  He wrapped his arms around her and half lifted, half threw her onto the bed.  She fell on her back.

He’d tied her hands behind her back earlier.  He tied them so her arms were bent, the wrists in opposing directions, not parallel as they would be with the arms straight.  This put her forearms parallel with her waist and allowed them to fit in the small of her back.  I mean, it’s one thing to fuck the shit out of a girl, but you do want her comfortable when she’s on her back and you’re about to put your weight on her.

And that’s what he did straddling her waist, his legs gripping her flanks.  He grabbed her nipples and squeezed them, twisted them, stretched them.  She expelled her breath, grimacing, and groaning.  She made to get out from under him, but she wasn’t working that hard and he had her tightly gripped and his weight on her.

He took those great, full boobs in his mouth and began sucking, not being too gentle about it, putting his teeth into it from time to time.  After a bit he traded off with slapping them back and forth. 

He leaned forward, putting his torso on her chest, his face inches from hers.  “I know what you want, I know.  You don’t want any choice about it do you?  Well.”  He jumped up, pulling her up to a sitting position.  “You don’t have any choice.”

He undid her wrists and gave her just a second or two to flex and stretch.  Their eyes locked.  She knew what was next.

“I’m going to fuck you, bitch, if you like it or not.”

“Nobody tells me who to fuck!” she spat at him.

He jumped on her, pushing her down.  She started to fight him and began to roll around on the bed.  He went to pin her arms, she started wrapping her legs around his waist.  She wasn’t short, wasn’t skinny, wasn’t shy.  She was putting up a good fight, and that was exactly what he liked, victory would be all that much more sweet. 

He had weight and height on her.  He soon had her from behind, one arm around her neck, the other forcing an arm up her back.  “You could beg me to fuck you, beg for my cock.”

“Never, fuck off, asshole,” she grunted out. 

“It’s just a matter of time,” he cooed in her ear.  “Look at how I’ve got you.  Just raise a little pressure here.  Push there and soon you’ll give in.  You’ve got no choice.”

“How you going to fuck me from here, dipshit.”

He made a lightening move, letting go of his position to hook his arms around hers and get her in a full nelson.  He slid, pulled, pushed her till her legs were dangling over the side of the bed.  He got in  between them, started pushing them apart.

“Getting it up the ass is so symbolic, isn’t it, sweetie?  It’s not sex, it’s ownership.”  He let go of one arm to give a tremendous smack on one ass.  His cock, fully erect, was sliding up against her butt crack.  But she held her cheeks clenched.

“You’re not getting in that way, not unless your cock is iron, which it isn’t, flabby dick.”

“You know what, cunt, maybe you’re right.”  He had edged over and picked up a rope lying on the floor near the bed. 

He gave up on her legs, slid forward and put his full weight pinning her face and chest into the bed.  She grunted in protest into the sheets.

“Oh, does that hurt?  I’m sorry, but face it, you’re just a hole to me.”  Using his legs and weight to hold her down he got one wrist back up on her back and pinned it there with his knee.  He tied the end of the rope around one wrist, using a tie that wouldn’t slip when pulled.  He grabbed another rope and did the same to the other wrist.

He pushed her up on the bed and flipped her over on her back.  She was still fighting him but clearly didn’t know what he was trying to do.  He raised her legs up, folding them and sat on the back of her thighs, pushing them down.

“Your legs in the air.  This is a position you are familiar with, isn’t it?  You do this often.  Should be no trouble for you.  She fought him with her arms but he soon grabbed one of the ropes and pulled it in.  He pulled the wrist up close to her ankle and quickly lashed the two close together.  Hobbled now, she couldn’t stop him from getting the other wrist in the same tie.

He got off the bed and looked at her.  Wrists bound to ankle, legs in the air.  “Now we got to start filling holes.”  He grabbed the penis gag off the end table and, despite her swearing and thrashing her head around, thrust the rubber penis deep into her mouth and tied the gag at the back of her head.

“That’s one.”

He slowly got on top of her.  He made sure she saw him put on a condom and lube it up.  He shoved some lube in her as well.  And then he pounced.

He thrust into her, deep and hard.  He pulled out, almost to where his dick was going to slide out, and then pounded back in.  He was raising up on each stroke, pushing in deep and hard each time.  The bed shook, she shook with every stroke. 

“You’re being fucked, do you understand that?  This isn’t lovemaking, it’s not sex, its fucking.  And you didn’t give me permission did you?  So let’s call this what it is, eh?  Rape.  You’re being raped, taken, fucked just because you’re a hole and you got yourself into something you couldn’t handle.”

He worked himself up to the edge of coming, but pulled all the way and let himself calm down.

“But, you do have another hole don’t you?  And you don’t want to let anyone in there do you?”

He lifted her up, twisting and rolling her over.  This was a hard position, her face in the sheets, her arms held back to her ankles, her ass, her nice, round, man-sized ass in the air.

He got a dildo.  He laid it against her cunt.  “You’re going to do everything I want now.  You’re going to come for me and you’re going to open up all your holes for me.  Slut.”

He lubed up again, lubed her asshole and slowly worked his cock in.  She shook and grunted even louder into the gag.  Once inside he began to work back and forth.  He switched on the vibrator in the dildo and started working it into her cunt.  She began to shudder, rocking back and forth.

“That’s it you slut, you’ve got no control.  You’ve given up everything, everything to me.”

He pulled the vibrator away from her cunt and she cried out, begging for more.

“Such a little slut.  And now you’re going to come for me.”  He put the vibrator back on her and it was only a short time before she began to cry out in that rhythm that only means one thing.  She bucked and kicked in her bonds and came in a series of shouts, muffled by the gag.

He pulled out and with frantic intensity, loosed her bonds, and stripped off the condom.

She attacked him then, going on her knees to take his cock in her mouth and worked it hungrily.  In seconds, it seemed, he started into his climax, yanking his cock out of her mouth just in time to shoot over her face.

“Slut,” he called her.

“Fucker,” she said, licking.

“Cunt.”

“Can we do that again?”

“Ah, ‘do that again’ what?”

“Do that again, Master.”

“Sure, but we both need a shower now.”