He was a mountain of a man, intimidating, rough, but strangely satisfying. They had only recently met, and every interaction with him she felt totally violated. She had always been a good girl, the prim and proper type. Always managing to have things her way and always getting what she wanted, so suddenly being with him was a very different world for her.
They had met online, and his opening line was ‘You’re pretty fucking sexy, wanna take my cock like a good little slut?’. She was utterly shocked, but also extremely turned on. They exchanged messages for a few minutes, and without wasting any time, he simply invited himself around there and then.
She wasn’t ready at all, she was a bit of a mess and the house was even worse. She quickly tidied up a little, and was about to apply some make-up when all of a sudden, there was a knock at the door. She rushed to the door, and stood before it. She waited a few seconds, took a deep breath, and opened it.
He hulked over her, by at least a foot. She greeted him, to which he responded “We do this my way, ok?”. She laughed, to which he stared intensely at her. “Sounds… good.” She replied, and she invited him in. She turned around to kiss him, and he grabbed her by the throat. A grip that was rough and hard. Controlled.
His grip on her was inescapable, not that she wanted to get out. She felt herself giving in to his Dominating desires. She could feel how wet she was becoming. His other hand reached down and tore her shirt from her body. It wasn't long before he had torn all her clothes from her body, leaving her naked, vulnerable.
“Now be a good little fucking whore and maybe I’ll let you cum.” She was horrified, yet mystified by him. No one had ever spoken this way to her before and she was absolutely dripping as the words rolled off his tongue, verbally violating her.
“Face down, I’m not interested in that part of you”. He treated her like his personal ragdoll, forcing her into the position he wanted. She hadn't had the chance to touch him, suck his cock, or any of the other things she was used to doing during casual sexual encounters. He still wasn’t wearing a condom. Normally she’d demand her sexual partner to wear one, but she didn’t dare speak up.
She did as he ordered, bent over, and buried her face, preparing herself mentally for the bareback dryfucking she was about to receive. He forced himself inside her, not putting her comfort into consideration as he pumped away, only caring about his own desires being filled. As she lay there getting painfully stretched, she hoped he’d want to meet again one day soon…