Because I Can

I woke up tied to a strange bed naked, wrists and ankles tied and pulled toward the corners, with a strange man standing over me. He was fully clothed, ski mask and all, but he had his cock out and pointed at me, jacking it in his fist. Of course I was scared out of my mind, and I struggled and screamed for help and to be let go. That seemed only to arouse him more, and he jerked himself off harder and faster, until he groaned and came all over my stomach. He came a lot, and it pooled and dripped down, trickling towards my pussy. Instinctively I raised my hips to prevent the rivulets from reaching my slit. I didn’t want his cum anywhere near touching my unprotected pussy.

I didn’t realize what that must have looked like to him until I heard him chuckle. 

“Oh, soon enough, little slut. I have plenty for your hungry cunt.”

I felt myself go pale and protested that wasn’t what I meant and no he couldn’t but he ignored me, stepped off the bed and left the room.

I cried for help until I was hoarse and pulled at the ties uselessly wile his semen cooled on my body. It seemed a long time before he reappeared, and when he did, he was naked, and hard again. I started shaking my head no, pleading with him, but my words fell on deaf ears.

He stepped to the side of the bed and grabbed a bottle, upending and liberally pouring liquid along his cock, then spreading it around with his hand – even up his smooth abdomen and chest until they glistened with lube. He came around to between my legs and I sobbed and turned my head, knowing what was going to happen. But I was wrong.

He didn’t just dive between my legs and fuck me. No, he turned, pulled my hip and thigh off the bed, and slid himself up under me, wiggling and positioning until I was lying full on his chest, his head right next to mine. His shiny cock pointed up, hard and high between my legs, When I turned to look at him he was smiling. 

“Please don’t” I begged. He smiled wider and reached over me to his cock, grasping it and pointing it toward my helpless pussy.

“Why?” I whined, trying to move my hips away. His other hand came down to and gripped my hip. He pushed his strong knees against the inside of mine and forced them apart, opening me even more. He couldn’t stop all my struggling, but enough for him to get the head of his cock lined up.

“Because I can,” he answered as he flexed his hips and drove slowly up into me. I tried to rise away from him, but couldn’t get very far. I couldn’t stop him from spearing into me as far as he wanted, and he wanted to go all the way. He groaned low, appreciatively, right in my ear when his long shaft nudged right up against my cervix and made me cry out.

“That’s the spot, right there. That’s where I’m going to cum.”

Futile as my efforts were, I panicked at the bare cock slowly fucking me and still tried to get away, until I was a sweaty, exhausted mess. Through it all he fucked me slow and deep, making sure to press all the way to the end every few strokes, as if to remind me. He made his pleasure quite clear, moaning about how good my cunt felt. About how it made him want to shoot inside and fill it up.

Each sound, each word made me fight anew, and I think he meant it that way. I loathed feeling him slick and sweaty under me, but eventually got so tired I couldn’t keep my full weight from settling back on him. He chuckled then too, and rose under me, filling me all the way again, telling me how glad he was I was finally up for the ride. I shook my head no, I wasn’t. He paid no mind.

I knew it was nearing the end when his movements got jerkier, his breathing deeper. It seemed like his cock got bigger, too.

Then I felt a hand slide down between my legs, fingers grazing my clit above the pumping shaft. I jerked and screamed hoarsely, shocked at the pleasure that hit me. It made me clamp down inside and he groaned under me.

“That’s a good slut. I knew that hungry cunt wanted this.”

“No!” It was barely a whisper now. His fingers didn’t stop. His cock didn’t stop.

“I’m going to fill this cunt all up. Give you just what you need.”

His fingers moved faster as he pushed all the way in. His other hand moved up and pinched one of my nipples. It was too much. Shocked and betrayed by my own body, I came like I never had before. Through it all, he stayed buried in me, frigging, pinching, coaxing every shudder from me. My inner muscles squeezed the intruding cock, heightening my unwanted pleasure from the unbearable fullness.

Only after I wailed one last time and collapsed back on him, panting and spent, did he move his hands – one back to my waist, one up to my head to stroke my forehead as he resumed his fucking. He seemed harder than ever now, and his breath was faster.

“Got you off and all ready, sweet slut. No distractions now.”

He stopped speaking but his sounds of pleasure went right in my ear as he fucked, up, deep into me and pressed. I felt him inhale under me, swell inside me, and strained away from him. But I couldn’t get away. I felt every pulse of his cock as it erupted inside me, jetting his seed against the entrance to my womb as he exclaimed wordlessly in my ear. I wailed in despair as he sighed in delight.

We both finally sagged in exhaustion. I got to feel his cock deflate inside me, and slowly slip out, followed by the slow, thick drip of his cum. His breathing slowed under me, and after some minutes, I turned and realized he’d fallen asleep, a small satisfied smile on his lips. 

But I knew he’d wake up.

Categories: Cassie Andra, Erotic Fiction, The Wrong AlphabetTags: , , ,

Cassie Andra

Old enough to know better and not care. Vanilla on the outside. Vanilla through and through, except for the mind. You don't want to go there, but I'll give you peeks. Be warned: erotica themes include standard fun, but also the taboo-est of the taboo. Coming of age, infidelity, family relations, dubious and non-consent. Every throbbing inch of it is, however, fantasy, and should be treated as such.

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