In Silence The radio played a 'good times' classic as the car speed down the freeway along the ocean. It was a beautiful ride. I was sitting next to a man I only really knew as a screen name online, and a voice on the phone. He's body was better than I thought from his picture, over all he was well in a word, perfect. The first thing I thought when I saw him standing at the airport was "Yum". The long anticipated meeting felt more comfortable for me than I expected. I looked at him, trying to read if he too was at ease, but I couldn't tell. He caught me looking at him and smiled. I just smiled right back. The music was infectious I was singing without even realizing it until he suddenly turned off the radio. I looked at him surprised. He laughed. "Where do you want to go?" He yelled, the wind whipping around us, making hearing difficult. "I should probably at least check in at the hotel, but after that we can do anything you want" I said as I leaned over close to him so I wouldn't have to yell as loud. He looked at me, the smile sliding off his face. Suddenly I was squeezing my legs together and breathing heavily. I knew what he wanted to do, I wanted to do it as well. Almost as if on cue, a cloud covered the sun and I took off my sunglasses. I flipped the mirror down and took a look at myself. My cheeks were flushed from his one look. My hair was wildly flying around my face, I decided reapplying any lipstick was next to impossible. I was confident I looked good without it. I shut the mirror and looked at him again. He was watching the road intently. I wondered if he was thinking about what he'd like to do with me. I suddenly wanted to kiss him. I asked yelled to him to pull over when he could. He nodded and pulled right over. It was windy out, but much better than in the car. I got out of the car and looked at the ocean. I heard his door shut. I didn't know if I would kiss him or not, but I couldn't sit still in the car, he had me too aroused. He came over and leaned against the car next to me. I glanced at him and smiled. He watched my high heeled feet crossing and re crossing each other as I tried to notice the look in his eyes. It was hell, I wanted to touch him so badly that I was having a hard time thinking about anything else. I had enough and just stood right in front of him and looked him dead in the face. He grinned a little, and looked me up and down, his eyes lingering on my breasts and legs. I felt a warm rush run over me and I kissed him. It wasn't timid, but it wasn't too hard either. I pressed my body against his and felt his cock rise. His hand slid around my waist, and the other slowly crawled up my back and grabbed a handful of my hair, controlling how hard I could kiss him. He would kiss me hard, pushing my head to his, then pull back sharply on my hair and kiss my bare chest just above the swell of my breast. My cunt pulsed and the muscles involuntarily contracted as if he was inside me. I didn't have any concept of how long we stood there kissing. He controlled it perfectly, getting me to a frenzied state, wiggling against him, moaning..and then he'd pull me away in mid kiss, my tongue still reaching for his. I was starting to get pissed off and tried to push him away altogether. He smiled and painfully pulled my hair, kissing me so hard I thought he'd bruise my lips. He ran his hand down my thigh and back up over my ass, making me sigh in his mouth. If he had wanted it, I would've lifted my skirt and spread my legs for him right there. He let my hair go, putting both hands on my waist. I looked at him with wide excited eyes. "We should get going before this gets out of hand" He said, squeezing my waist slightly. "Yeah..that is probably a good idea, because I am almost out of hand already" I said smiling. He grinned and kissed me one more time. He opened my door for me and I got in. We drove the rest of the way in silence, but my cunt was screaming at him the whole time. "You're in room 318, and enjoy your stay here Ms. Wallace" The cheerful front desk clerk said, her voice squeaking with false enthusiasm. I smiled politely and took the key card from her hand. I turned around to look at him and he wasn't behind me. I found him at the elevator, my bag in his hand, holding the door for me. I walked inside, brushing against him softly, I felt his body slightly tremor. I smiled. He didn't. Once alone inside, he wasted no time. He pinned me against the wall and touched my face and lips, I couldn't keep his eye I had to look down. He held my hand, rubbing it softly then putting it on his hard cock. I moaned out loud. I tried to resist, but I couldn't stop myself from feeling him. I rubbed him eagerly. "Do you want my cock?" He asked, teasingly. His blue eyes sparkling with amusement. I glared at him and pulled my hand away. "Aww..are you embarrassed that you are a little slut?" Again teasing me. "Fuck you" I said defiantly. He just smiled and stood back away from me. My body missed him immediately. I did want his cock, so I wasn't sure why I was having a hard time saying it. I wanted to try to hold back something, it would be far too easy to just give myself up to him. I had to try to be strong, no matter how hot he made me. I didn't look at him again until we were at the door to the room. I was shaking and couldn't seem to get the card in the door and open it at the same time. I assumed it was my trepidation holding back my coordination. I, exasperated, turned to him. "Maybe you shouldn't come inside" I said, of course wanting him to come inside. He looked at me, trying to decide how to handle me. He took the card out of my hand and opened the door for me. He set my bag down inside. I was scared, he was going to go, I could feel it. Damn was all I could think. "Maybe that would be best" He said kindly as he was tracing the line of my shoulder with his finger tips. I shuddered. God I didn't want him to go, but I wasn't about to ask him to stay now. I bit my lower lip to keep from telling him how much I wanted him. "Tell me to go" He said, his voice really saying "Tell me you don't want me to fuck you". I sighed and then looked in his eyes. Taking a deep breath I tried to say "Go" but nothing was coming out. He kept touching all the bare skin he could find on my body. I had goose bumps and chills to the point I felt like I was naked in a blizzard. I thought I would cry, the fear of him in the pit of my stomach. I knew him in many other ways, but because this part of him wasn't something he went on about, I knew very little. I knew he would be brutal, I knew he would humiliate me, both of these to the point of sobbing. He had such an advantage over me, he had me. Leaving my mind without a body for the first time in months. I was scared, he said I would be, but I shrugged it off as him being over confident. Now I knew he had every reason to be confident. I would become his Whore almost willingly. I couldn't tell him to go. In the silence laden by animal attraction and fear, he walked inside my room, taking my hand pulling me after him. I felt the tears coming as the door lock closed behind us. It was immediate. No sooner had the door shut did he slap me hard. I stubbled back, my hand holding the hot spot on my face he hit. He grabbed me by my hair pulling me up on my tip toes. My hands reached up to his wrists, clawing at them, crying, but not uncontrollably. He spit in my face as I clawed, surprising me, I let go of his wrists and he Yanked! Making me scream. He reached under my skirt to find I didn't have any panties on. He seemed surprised, a small smile crossed his lips as he began feeling my cunt. He harshly ran his fingers up my gash, pushing on my clit painfully. I gasped and he did it again, this time pinching it until I couldn't speak. I reached out to hit him, or scratch him, something to make him stop. He just kept on my cunt. He let go of my clit and roughly jammed a couple fingers up my sloppy wet cunt. I clenched his fingers inside me, it was a natural response, but one I wished hadn't happened at that moment. He finger fucked my cunt as I twisted, trying to get loose, he soon jammed another finger in with the others, scratching my cunt walls. I groaned and tried to settle down, shutting my eyes I took a deep breath.. Suddenly it was if time had stopped, I couldn't even hear his breathing for a second. Scared, I opened my eyes and received a wink followed by four fingers rammed up me to the knuckles. I screamed, my mouth was immediately covered with his, wide eyed I just started into his eyes and I saw the things I wondered about, the intensity of his sexuality, the joy he derived from taking my power, and then, as I was feeling lucky to be "taken" by him, I saw the little flicker of "I told you so" in his eye, and I was suddenly a hell cat, fighting for my life. I even knew in that spilt second that he would just enjoy this more, I tried oh how I tried to stop myself, but he wasn't getting it that easy. I bit his lip, hard. Surprising him, he let my hair go, but curled his fingers inside me, grabbing me. I slapped him with everything I had, this time he let his fingers loosen a bit, again surprised. "Fucking CUNT!" I was about to grab his cock and squeeze, when I made the mistake of looking at him. He looked amused, snatched me up again on my tip toes, this time using his fingers inside me to make me move. My clit throbbed. God I wanted to fuck him, the cat and mouse was good but I was getting insanely horny with every passing second. He pulled his fingers out roughly and wiped them on my face. I was shaking and crying, desperately needing an orgasm to release some of the tension. He crudely pulled my skirt up to my waist, exposing my cunt. He began slapping it making me jump away, grabbing my neck he half threw me on the bed. He quickly grabbed the belts out of the hotel robes and began tying my hands behind my back. I struggled and yelled at him but it was pointless. I began to think about other ways to get to him. He flipped me over and spit in my face, I smiled, it was as if he read my mind. He seemed curious about the look I gave him. No tears, just a little smile in my eye. But I was really thinking about cumming on his cock, I didn't care about the spit, I welcomed it. I kept reminding myself that the longer he kept my orgasm away, the more earth shattering it would be. I pressed my knees together making my clit pound with the pressure. My cunt was sore, but my wet thighs and ass said it was just fine. He stood up over me, it would have been intimidating, but I was too horny to think anything about anything except how unbelievably sexy he was. He took off his shirt and began taking the belt out of his pants. My mind was again in it, I began edging away until he cracked the belt, the wind from it cooling off my hot cunt. I again froze. He reached up and ripped my top off, lifting my upper body off the bed. I came back down and he was on me again this time he pulled the bra down and began roughly fondling my breasts. Pulling on them until I cried for him to please stop. Then he pulled even harder. Broken cries with pleas that I would be a good Whore, just let them go. He told me I would be a better Whore if he kept hurting them. That remark turned my pussy into the amazon, he was right. He bit my shoulders, I could feel the little bruises rising before he was done. I couldn't help but to keep flinching and every flinch was met with a harder bite. I was loving it, his mouth on me alone was dreamlike. He stopped and got back up grabbing me by the ankles he flipped me over and pulled me down off the bed so I landed on my face. I was pissed now. He untied my hands and cracked the belt a couple times. I went to get up and my ass was met with a fierce SMACK! From the belt. I dropped back to my stomach immediately. "CUNT! Did someone tell you to move PIG?" He yelled.. I shook my head no. He pulled my head up by my hair and asked me again. This time I said "NO..fucking dick" the last part I said under my breath. "Crawl" He said, matter-of-factly. I looked up at him in disbelief. "Where?" I asked, a bit bitchy. CRACK! "UGHHH!!" I moaned and began crawling. I hadn't crawled for anyone until that moment. Every time I stopped I would get the belt again, eventually I was crying from the pain and humiliation of it. I couldn't take it anymore, I had to unleash on him. I had free movement on my side and I was strong. Without warning, I just jumped up, I was met with his belt on my back but I didn't care. I grabbed the belt knowing I would have to get it away to stay standing. I yanked on that thing pulling him off balance, but instead of just getting the belt, I got him on the end of it. He lunged at me and got my around the waist. I fought as hard as I could making contact a few times. Causing him to grunt in pain, that made my cunt happy. He slapped me in the face hard, more than once again making my cunt happy. I was elated with the whole scene. He finally had to grab my neck forcing my hands up to his and calming me right down. I wasn't relaxed, but I did stop trying to hurt him. He dragged me by my neck the few feet to the bathroom where he shoved me into the tub and turned on the shower, on cold. The water hit my skin and my body began shivering. He held me there for a few minutes then turned the shower off and told me to take off the skirt and thigh highs, I did. I was much clearer after the shower, and I was ready for raw, hard fucking. I looked to him for a sign that he was also ready for it. He looked happy and I thought maybe, but instead he opened his pants and pissed on me. My cold skin surprised by his hot piss. I couldn't believe it, I hadn't even remotely expected it. All I could think was "That Fucker!". When he was finished, he turned the cold water back on and threw a bar of soap at me, telling me to wash while he watched. He had me clean my cunt and ass over and over again. Just when I was about to cum, he'd tell me to go to my breasts. I broke down again and begged him to let me cum. With that he had me rub soap all over my fingers and clean the inside of my ass. I did and he just smiled. I again thought "Fucker!". But this time I was getting mad at my own slutty ass, I wished I didn't want him so fucking much. He had me rinse off and get out. He wouldn't give me a towel. I stood in front of him my arms wrapped around me, not out of modesty, out of being ice cold and trying to bring feeling back to my skin. He turned away and head back towards the bedroom, I began to follow him. He stopped and lightly slapped my face telling me to crawl behind him, I was going to challenge him but was again feeling defeated. I got down on my hands and knees and crawled behind him like a Bitch. He took his pants off and sat in a chair. I crawled over to him and sat on my fold legs at his feet. I did have a natural submissive side, my desire for sex fluctuated between "give me what I want when I want it" and "just use my body however you want to". I wanted to be used at that moment. He told me suck his cock. I happily sucked it. "Deeper" He said, trusting up, gagging me. He fucked my mouth gagging me over and over. I felt the drool running out of my mouth. He let up and let me suck on him. I licked his cock as I sucked, an old tongue injury from years before had left my tongue able to flex a bit more than most peoples. I felt his cock pulse and swell. I back away quickly, playing with him for not letting me cum. He grabbed my hair and pulled me to my feet. I tried to keep up but fell once where about he just kept on dragging. He literally attacked me, slapping me over and over, pulling on my tits, slapping them, biting my nipples until I told him what a worthless cunt I was. I was now sobbing, he was so alive, hyper charged in the moment that it scared me. He ruthlessly began pinching my aching cunt lips twisting them, yanking them. He had his full body on me pinning me down, his hands invasively hurting my body making me feel every part of myself. I was squirming wildly as he pressed on my clit giving me a rare painfully intense orgasm. I screamed as I came, I didn't open my eyes for what felt like forever. My head was rolling from side to side in the after glow of it, when he meanly pinched my super sensitive clit. "Mother Fucker!!" I screamed at him, he slapped me. I was up again, fighting him, clawing for him, swinging for him. He hands on my neck and slammed into me with his cock, holding my throat as he fucked. "You little WHORE! He spat at me as he fucked. I was still trying to get free. "FUCK YOU!!" I screamed back and spit at him. He promptly flipped me over, pushing my face into the bed and spread my ass, it was very wet with my cum and juices, it didn't take much for him to enter it. I screamed into the bed as he raped my ass. "Fucking Cunt...you have no control here...I own your ass now...just enjoy it, I bet you do enjoy a cock up your ass, a proper woman who likes her ass raped?..you're nothing but a common Whore" He hissed. I bucked and fought with a new energy. He laughed and held me spread eagle, him over me completely ass he kept trusting. "Yes..fight Whore...You can win right?" He taunted. His voice was black, devoid of any sensitivity. I wanted to cum again. I spat at him like a caged animal, he held both wrists above my head and slipped his free hand under me, grabbing my breast. I screamed at him to stop, it felt like he was going to pull it off. Instead of letting go, he clenched his fingers around it, and I felt his teeth biting my shoulder, again I cried to stop. He pumped with a new fury, making my crying steady. Then his cock exploded in my tight hole, his hand squeezing my breast and his teeth almost drawing blood on my shoulder. He gave a long deep animalistic grunt as he pumped the final strokes into me. His hands let my breast and wrists go, his teeth pulled back and his lips kissed the spot he bit. Exhausted, he rolled off me. We laid there in silence. I was so fulfilled sexually. I was content and happy. I rolled my aching body on my back. I shut my eyes and listened to the sound of our erratic breathing. Smiling, I looked at him slyly. "Is that all you've got?" I asked, my voice faking disappointment. He laughed and teasingly grabbed my hair. He played with my hair for a few minutes, it was putting me to sleep, and apparently it was putting him to sleep too. His fingers slowly came to a stop, he was fast asleep. I smiled, my tired eyes falling as I wondered if there was anything left to dream about.
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