by Romi Hart
“Get in that house.”
“Nope. Just going to sit here and stare at you.”
“Get in the house.”
“La la la la.”
“Fine, I’ll go in your house and open the door for you. How’s that?”
“Do not set foot on my property!”
“I’m going to spit all over your grass, all over your porch, all over your door. How do you like that?”
“You’re a jerk!”
I follow him as he walks up to my porch.
“Go away! Take your fancy limo and drive your ass home. I don’t need any of it.”
“Well you sure needed me to pay for your dinner, didn’t you?”
“Yes, because you asked me out.”
I shove him out of my way and unlock the door with my key.
“Good, go inside.”
“I am going inside,” I say as I open the door. “So I can call the cops on you.”
“No, you're not."
“YES I am.”
I shut the door behind me…
And he pushes his way inside!
“Get out of here!
“Are you calling the cops?”
“Well, that depends…are you trespassing?"
I stare into his eyes, both of us on fire inside. I look at him, chest heaving up and down, and he stares back. That strange, delirious moment where I don’t know if I want him dead or inside of me.
He takes me into his arms and kisses me. His arms are powerful, his temperament scary—so scary that my body surrenders to him. It feels wrong, like it’s not even me thinking or reacting. Just my femininity allowing him to overpower me. At first, my lips are still…quivering…
But as I taste him and feel his warmth, I start to kiss him back. The electricity of the moment stuns me. I can’t even breathe…I can only kiss him back and struggle to match his passion.
He wants me so bad…maybe even more than I want him. My body trembles as he lowers his hand from my cheek down to my neck. He stops kissing me long enough to look into my eyes…I feel only weakness. I can only stare at him, wondering what he wants to do. Begging…dammit…begging him to finish what he started.
He kisses me again, then works his way down to my sensitive neck. Every time he kisses my skin, my senses tingle. Every time I feel his breath against my body I freeze in place.
I can’t even object because my voice is silenced by breathless lust. Yes…take me to the bedroom.
His eyes refuse my request. Instead, he fights…he resists my will. He taunts me.
“What are you wearing?”
“Wha…what…”
“Under here.”
I groan and drop my mouth open, as he begins lifting my skirt from the bottom. Eager to find the real me. Desperate to strip me of all pretentions and see who I am on the inside.
He reaches past the hem and up my legs, taking the dress up…
Only to reveal my yoga leggings.
“This? You’re wearing this underneath?”
“Aaahhh…” I reply, already getting wet with shame.
“Why?”
“B-Because…”
“Because you know it turns me on? Because you knew I’d take you back here and fuck you?”
“B-Because…it makes me feel sexy.”
“Makes you want to get fucked?”
“Uh huh…”
He reaches down and tears my skirt apart!
“Uhhh!”
“Is this what you want?” he roars at me, tearing my clothes off just so he can put his mouth closer to my intimacy.
“Unnnhhh…” is all I can say, as he hugs my leggings, putting his face next to my thighs. My skin is inflamed. My throat is dry and softly gagging. I can’t resist him…I don’t want to resist him. But I fear just how good this is going to feel.
He kisses a path from my thighs to my skin tight crotch. My pussy lips squeezing out. So tight…so inviting. I used to dare men to look at me when I wore the leggings out in public. But he’s the first man to ever go beyond and to take what he wanted. Take what I offered.
He puts his lips right on my pubic mound. I can feel his lips on my neatly trimmed bush. He can’t see it…but he can feel it pressed against his mouth.
I shudder and let out a guttural, “Oh God…” which only encourages him to push me further.
“Oh no…” I say in desperation as he grabs my leggings and starts to tear them apart. “They’re expensive…I need…”
“I’ll buy you some more,” he commands, as he tears my leggings straight from the thighs to my bare pussy. No longer left to his imagination…now I stand naked, wet and ready before him.
I breathe a series of heated breaths as he plants kisses all over my bush and then caressing up to my tummy. It’s almost too much to bear and I struggle to breathe. I shoo him away from my pussy, just so I can catch my breath…just so I can survive this moment.
But he won’t have it. He takes me firmly in hand and turns me around—shoving me forward and careening against the wall. He puts his hot, hungry lips all over my butt, tasting my forbidden flesh.
I struggle against my own thoughts. I deserve better than him. This is what he does to all his women. But…it feels so good. It’s exactly what I need right now. Exactly what my heart…no, my loins want to feel.
I groan out loud as he puts his lips right in the crack of my ass, Oh God, right near my pussy and asshole. He’s relentless. He wants to taste me, all of me. He tongues his way to my center and works his mouth as freely as a vibrator.
I clutch onto the wall just to hang on. He tongues my ass, my pussy, with naked nasty desire. He can’t stop…he won’t stop. He won’t stop until he owns my body.
He licks my pussy from behind and gets several sighs from my shivering lips. Jesus Christ, I’ve never made a man so hard before. He hasn’t even shut the door closed. We haven’t even decided what we’re doing. We’re just victims of the moment, trapped in a feeling.
He’s finally had enough. He spins me around and lifts me up by the legs, ready to use me in every way I deserve. I fall helplessly over his shoulder and wiggle up and down—loving the feeling of resisting him. Even though I know he’s going to make violent love to me. And even though I know I’m going to have orgasms against my will.
I have a small house so the bedroom is easy to find. He looks down the hallway and identifies the largest room. He walks over and enters, throwing me down on the halfway made bed.
I look on in awe as he pulls his shirt apart, Hulk-style, not giving a damn about the buttons. We’re ruining our clothes for sure, but we don’t care.
He crawls on top of me and further tears apart what’s left of my dress and leggings, eager to make me completely naked. I rub my hands all over his strong muscles, feeling the lines of his perfect physique. Just hairy enough. Tight and toned. His perfectly shaved face rubbing against my stomach…
My black bra is still fastened tight and he’s staring at my breasts like they’re exotic treasures there for the taking. He roughly pulls down my bra cups and pulls my hard nipples out to play with.
I shriek again, welcoming his steamy mouth onto my nipples, ready to submit. Taste them…taste me…make me feel your lust.
I groan every time he licks my nipples, unable to control myself. He takes turns sucking my nipples, getting them even harder, and more sensitive.
“Ahhhh!” I groan loudly, as I grab his full head of hair, pulling back and forth as he slobbers over my tits. Yes…get them wet! Give me all of your bodily fluids. Make me wet and dirty. Claim my body as your territory.
I writhe all over the bed as he jolts my senses awake. My exposed nipples, stimulated by his lips and the tight grip of the bra, are becoming even more sensitive.
Ohhh dear God…I think I’m cumming!
“Aaahhhh! R-Rey! Rey!” I squeal and my breasts shake back and forth, suffering a nipple orgasm a little too early. But I can’t help it…I’m so horny for him. So sensitive…
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p; “Ohhh!” I coo again as he squeezes my nipples harder, using both hands and fingertips.
I pant and wheeze, as he kisses my breasts and then down to my belly.
“Take your pants off,” I say softly, looking deeply into his eyes. Just about as deep as I want him inside of me.
He pulls back and treats me to a show. He smiles calmly as he unbuckles his belt slowly. I bite down on my lips in anticipation. His muscles flex as he unzips and brings his pants down.
I can’t help myself…I crawl over to him and start kissing and caressing his stomach. I touch his grown member through his blue boxers.
“You want that cock?”
“Yess…” I reply as he forces me to look him in the eye. “Yesss…”
“Pull my pants down.”
“Aahhaaa…”
I do as I’m told getting wetter by the second. I take a gulp as I behold his mammoth cock. A huge member that has to be going on ten inches. My jaw drops at the sheer size of his penis…how can I possibly fit that inside…
“Ohhh God, ohhh God…” I mutter as he crawls on top of me, anxious and trembling himself…burning with desire. Needing to wet his cock with my juices.
“Ohhhh ohhh I’m so wet…”
“Spread your legs. Farther.”
“Ummmm…” I say dizzy from the tension, doing as I’m told, letting his big dick enter me. I feel the first lunge and squint my face. Not painful, but surprisingly full. Like to the limit…stretching me out to a comfortable squeeze. I wait patiently as he slips more inches into my wet pussy.
My voice cracks and I sing syllables of worship. Such a big cock…I welcome him inside. Spreading apart. Feeling the wet slush of his cock moving in deeper. My breathing intensifies as he begins thrusting firmly.
“Yess…yess…fill me up.”
“Shut up and take my cock.”
“Ummmhmmm!” I shriek back.
“Look at me,” he says with a stern face. “Look at me while I’m fucking you.”
“Ohhh yes!” I mewl back to him, having no choice to but to focus on his thick cockhead moving deeper inside.
“Look at me, Lyndia.”
“Yess…fuck me.”
“What?”
“Fuck me…please fuck me…”
“You want to get fucked? Huh?”
“Yessss…fuck me please…”
“Fuck you what?”
“Pleeeease. Please fuck me.”
“Harder? And deeper?” he says, condescendingly, rudely…like an asshole. But it feels so good. He makes me beg for his cock then he pushes it deeper and thrusts harder.
My pussy wall engorges and floods, drenching his hard cock in my juices. I can’t help but get even wetter while I accommodate him. I groan every time he pushes an inch deeper.
“Tell me you want my cock. Beg for it.”
“Ohhh God!” I scream in reluctant orgasm. The more he talks that way the wetter my pussy gets. I can’t help but clench down on his cock with my pussy walls…keeping him inside wanting him deeper and harder.
“Say it.”
“Yeeeess…I want it. Oh God fuck me. Fuck me harder.”
“Like that?” he says, pounding me in a series of rough thrusts.
“YES! Oh God like that. Don’t stop!”
“Spread your legs.”
“Mmmm!” I say, barely able to cooperate, but I manage to pull my legs even farther apart, giving him more pussy to use.
“Ohhh you’re so tight,” he mutters breaking his character.
“Yesss…fuck me…fuck me like that…don’t stop.”
“Hummmm…” he grunted, finally breaking character and admitting silently that my pussy was fucking amazing.
“What’s the matter?” I say with a devious smile. “No staying power?”
“Huhhhhrrrr…” he says with an angry smile. He takes it as a challenge and tenses his body. Oh boy, here we go!
He starts mad fucking me hard, throttling my pussy hole with everything he’s got!
My mouth juts open and I take his full cock, in and out, hard-hitting and balls deep inside of me.
“Ohhh! Ohhh Rey! Ohh Rey!”
“Come on!” he growls back. “Take my cock, take my cock.”
“Oh yesss! Yes, Rey!”
“Be a good girl and take it all in.”
“Mmmm!”
“You look at me, Lyndia. You look at me while you cum all over my cock.”
“Ohhhh!” I erupt, barely able to keep my eyes open.
My legs hug him around tightly while my pussy grinds against him. He’s so deep inside of me, it actually gives me tremors to feel him withdraw. Our voices are in unison. I have no choice but to follow his orders and drench his cock in my orgasm.
“Ohh Rey…I’m gonna cum!”
“Cum on me. Cum all over me. Come on, cum like a good bitch. Cum like a bitch!”
“OHHH!”
His dirty talking sends me into overdrive. I do exactly what he says and when he says it. I squirt out even more pussy juices all over his cock and wet the bed like a little slut groupie—just like all the others he’s had.
It doesn’t make me jealous. It just turns me on. I quiver as I feel him thrusting, still hard and fast, enough staying power to make me come again.
“Ohhhh yes! Keep fucking me!”
“Say it!” he says, tensing up in the face and all over his body. His cock is hard but definitely being pulled tight…he’s just a few more thrusts away from cumming himself.
“Fuck me like a bitch!”
“Aaaahhhh!” he replies, a desperate face, ready to cum all over the place.
Which reminds me…
“I’m not on anything. Don’t cum in me!” I say softly…
“Now you fucking tell me!”
He very quickly withdraws before I send him into orgasm.
“Ohhhh God I’m cumming again!” I scream, coming for the third time.
“You like that? Huh?” he madly stares me down, very impressed at himself—and damned if he should be.
“I want your titties,” he says in hulking animalistic fury.
“Yesss…” I say, spacing out and seeing stars.
He pulls my bra off my tits and upwards, ramming his throbbing cock into my cleavage. My breasts and the black bra keep his cock firmly in place as he tittyfucks me as fast as lightning.
“YES! Fuck my tits! Cum all over my tits!”
“Yeah? Yeah?”
“Ohhh give it to me! Give me all of it-!”
He unleashes his wrath upon me! His voice grunts powerfully, so loud and daunting. His body tenses up and then freezes suddenly.
And just as I began convulsing in a fourth orgasm I feel a fountain of sperm spilling all over my breasts, all over my bra, all over my chest and stomach.
“Yes! Yes! Oh yes!”
“Ohhh Lyndia…” he groans, yanking all the rest of his cum out and dripping onto my body.
I watch in fascination, in spiritual admiration, as his cum drains out and his penis gradually shrinks before my eyes.
We both sing, shriek, pant and breathe deeply, trying to return to back to reality. Back from that crazy trip to sexual psychosis! My God…
Now that I’m recovering from that monster orgasm, I’m wondering just what the hell happened.
“Wow…oh wow.”
“Yeah…” he replies, as confused and dazed as I am.
He falls next to me on the bed and we both wheeze, trying to return to normal breathing.
“Shit…” I say and it feels so good to swear after a thorough fucking like I haven’t had in ages.
“Yeah…that was something.” He inhales. I look over at him and smile.
“That was really good. You…brought stuff out of me I didn’t really know I had in me.”
“You too,” he said cautiously. “I’m usually not uh…that uninhibited.”
“Oh no?”
“A lot of that was just like, automatic. I was even thinking like…did I say
that? Did I just call her a bitch?”
I laugh hard. “I’ve never talked that way before, honestly. It felt…very liberating. To be able to eschew roles and PC attitudes and just…you know…fuck like animals. No logic. No morals, no code. Just emotion.”
“It’s fun to swear, isn’t it?” he says with a naughty smile.
“It was a lot of fun!” I giggle and then point in warning. “Umm, so protocol. No telling Reagan or Nate.”
“Of course not. Not classy.”
“And please leave.”
“Please leave?” he laughs. “You mean you don’t want me spending the night?”
“Noooo I don’t.”
“Teasing. Oh shit…I never told my limo driver what was happening!”
We both start cracking up.
“Damn, that poor dude…is he like, still outside?”
“Uhhh…” Rey checks his phone messages. “Nope, looks like he got annoyed and told me to fuck off. Went home already.”
“Guess you need an Uber.”
“You’re right! A first time for everything, I guess.”
“Funny! Well, please get going.”
He laughs. “I will. Just let me use the can and get a bite to eat.”
“Ummm, no. Please just leave.”
“For real?” he says with a tilt.
“Yes for real,” I say losing my smile. “I don’t want you to make yourself at home.”
“Not even done with the afterglow and you’re already regretting everything? Impressive, Miss Rouge.”
“I don’t regret it,” I clarify for him. “But I don’t trust you…I need for you to leave, so I can feel safe and secure again.”
“You don’t trust me…but you slept with me?”
“Do you trust me?” I say with a cold stare.
“Nope. Especially now.”
“Good. So we agree then.”
“So you’re literally banning me from using the bathroom and snacking from your refrigerator?”
“YES! It’s my house and my rules.”
“Get the hell out of here,” he laughs.
“Rey, what we do in the bedroom stays in the bedroom. Don’t you dare invade my life and try to tell me what to do. I meant what I said. Yes, we had sex it was great but the principle still stands. Don’t ever come on my property unless you’re invited.”
“Don’t ever cum on your property?”
“Ha-ha, you know what I mean, pervert.”