It all started out as a nice dinner date: my best suit, a rose boutonniere, James Bond aftershave. We had gone out to one of the priciest restaurants in town. I know this kind of behavior screams neediness, but I couldnât help it. It had been a while for me since Iâd last bedded a woman, and in my mind, there was no way I was going to let this one slip through my fingers.
She was 5â0, blonde, and completely adorable. Her wavy blonde locks rested peacefully on her classy white dress, short enough to get my blood pumping. I loved the way she looked, the way her dark eyeliner brought out her electric green eyes. From the moment I saw her, I knew I wanted her. I had watched her for weeks from my apartment window. Each day at 3:15PM she would emerge from her own apartment complex dressed in the same tight yoga pants and a crop top. She was a creature of habit. Just like me. Except my habits involved drooling as she ran past, watching her petite ass bounce up and down as she went.
One day, after a few shots of straight liquid courage, I left my apartment at exactly 3:10PM. I waited outside for her, and when she emerged, I struck up a conversation. Weak as my conversational skills had become busily locked away in my room, she was delighted to finally meet her elusive neighbor and agreed to come out with me for a drink. I gave her one of my classic beaming smiles on her acceptance and walked away, not wanting to ruin the perfect interaction with mere small talk. This was a goddess, she had to be won.
Fast forward back to the date. Here I was, admiring and worshipping this perfect spectacle in front of me all the while minding my manners, straining myself to come up with thought provoking conversation topics and buying her expensive Pinot Noir. I had gone through a considerable amount of effort for this near-stranger in front of me.
But all the while, the nagging voice in the back of my mind was screaming at me to pull away. It wasnât that she was outwardly obnoxious or even bad company, no. It was her cellphone. Since the minute we sat down, her little black device sat glaringly beside her utensils, watching me. Challenging me to bring it up. And true, at each break in conversation she would return to the little black box, scrolling through what I could only assume to be conversations with other men. Occasionally, she would stop and send a text message, coaxing a blatant buzz out of the phone a few minutes later. After so long out of the dating game, I could not tell if this was commonplace. But for fear of swift rejection, I let it slide; let it build up the dark anger inside of me that I have tried to control all these years.
âMore wine?â I smiled. âYes please.â She did not look up until after the pour was finished. âThank you.â She smiled for a moment, and then looked back down to finish her text. Still, I did not challenge her. I sat and watched patiently, politely, biding my time.
When we finally walked out of the restaurant at 11:50PM, I had spent a grand total of $200 for the meal and wine. But it was finally over: I was going to take this sexy little princess home and fuck her inconsiderate brains out. I needed the release, after all. I was going to take it all out on her. It was the only way to keep my dark desires at bay. My arm around her waist, I walked her back to my apartment. As we closed in on the building, she suddenly let out a long, exaggerated yawn.
âI am so tired. You really wore me out tonight. Why donât we do this again next week? I had a pretty good time with you.â
âWhatever you want, sweetheart.â I went in for the kiss at my door, and she turned her head, betraying my moment of passion by offering me only her soft cheek.
âWhatâs wrong?â I asked, feeling that familiar tightening in my chest, the blood beginning to rush to my head.
âI just donât really see you that way. I mean, I really enjoyed tonight and all, but I have a lot going on in my life and a relationship just isnât what I need right now.â
Like a slap to my face, the rejection hit me hard. After all that time and money I spent, she wasnât going to even consider me? The blood was rushing to my head now; my eyes began to bulge out of my skull. My hands curled into tight fists. I didnât want this, but I was no longer in control of my actions. In one swift motion, I both grabbed her hair and silenced her mouth with my hand. Kicking the door open, I threw her onto the ground while I locked it. âWhat are you doing?!â she screamed, incredulously.
âYou brought me to this, bitch. Now take off your fucking clothes before I have to rip them off.â
My polite, nice guy tone was gone, replaced by the commanding tone of the darkness inside of me. It must have been intimidating, because she made no objections. In less than a minute, she was completely naked on my kitchen floor. I didnât even need to ask her to take off her panties.
âI looked after you all day and you have given me nothing but disrespect. Now get over here and suck my dick, whore. And crawl while youâre at it.â She complied. My cock began to swell up in anticipation as I stared at her tiny breasts swinging back and forth under her. At 6â3, I was going to destroy this girlâs petite little pussy. I could have gone easy on her, romantically kissing her neck as I slowly slid my 8â cock inside of her. In a different situation I could have made it even easier by going down on her first, but she did not choose that route. No, she chose to be rude and use me, like she probably had to so many others. But now it was my turn to use her, to fuck her just the way I wanted and leave her sore and abused when Iâm done.
Interestingly, I detected something quite peculiar in her emerald eyes as I watched her supple young body crawl over to me on the floor like a dog. What was that? Longing? I pushed the thought out of my mind and popped off the button to my tight slacks. It wasnât difficult: my throbbing cock made my waist area so tight, I didnât even need to pull down my zipper.
Now crouching below me, my little hostage pulled my dick out through the hole in my boxers and began to lick me up and down my shaft. As strange as it was, her warm tongue sent shivers down my spine. This was not what I had expected. This girl was definitely not playing the tortured rape victim role that I had assumed. Even now, it seemed like she was just using me for something. Sliding my hand down her thighs, I felt her juices dripping down her leg. This girl was on. There was no need to waste my time.
Pulling my dick out of her mouth, I used my foot to push her back onto the floor. Iâm on top of her in an instant, grabbing her by the neck and choking just hard enough to make her face begin to turn red. A long, desperate moan escapes her lips. There was no hiding it now. I spread her legs with my free hand as her hips bucked upwards, anxious to be put in their place. Positioning my cock right over her wet hole, I immediately thrust it all the way inside of her. The sensation was overwhelming, combining both the incredible tightening feeling of her unprepared pussy around my cock and the lustful sound of her screams as I penetrated her.
I began to pound her pussy right away. The idea was to minimize the amount of pleasure this bitch was about to get from me. But outside of my control, her cum was already forming a puddle on the tile floor beneath us, forcing me to hold her hips down with both my hands to stop her from sliding. With no hand on her neck, her screams echoed down my halls, each stroke bringing her closer to orgasm.
âYou better not fucking cum right now, bitch. If you cum before I do, Iâm going to give you something to remember me by.â
That seemed to calm her, momentarily, but her hips still bucked against my thrusts, meeting me halfway each time. This one clearly hadnât been fucked in a long time. Maybe she was nervous at first, but now she was practically begging to squirt all over me.
âPlease let me cum. Please let me cum,â she pleaded. âNo. Shut the fuck up and lay still!â
Suddenly, I was there. I could feel that deep, intense feeling of ecstasy washing over my brain. My cock hardened to its absolute maximum inside of this girl, eliciting another lustful scream as I stretched her pussy farther than it had even gone before.
âFuck- I hope you like cum bitch because Iâm about to fill you- UPPPPPPP!â I slammed my dick hard into her thighs, biting her neck as my pulsating dick shot ropes of hot cum deep into her womb. Her deafening screams sent my ears ringing as she came in unison, spilling her own juices down me and onto the floor. I bit hard as I thrust into her again and again, squeezing every last bit of pleasure out of one of the best orgasms of my life.
Subsiding, my overloaded brain throbbed with pain in exhausted, bittersweet relief. A trickle of blood from my victimâs neck slid down her clavicle. Pulling out, I stared at her heaving chest. She may have liked what I gave her so far, but I was not done with this little slut yet. Grabbing her by the hair once again, I dragged her across the floor through the puddle of her own fluids towards my bedroom. Her flailing arms clambered for my wrists, trying to suppress the burning pain in her scalp.
Finally reaching my bedroom, I lifted her off of the ground, her screams of agony turning me on once again. I slammed her belly down onto the mattress and swiftly locked her into the restraints on the bed so she was spread eagle. Relaxing now, I took a minute to observe her smooth, silky skin. Without even thinking, my hand came down like a freight train on her firm ass. A loud clap rung out into the dark room followed by yet another cry from my tied up prize. What time was it? I checked my watch. 1:30PM.
âYou are one loud little whore. We canât have that, can we?â I walked back out into the kitchen, watching her from the corner of my eye struggle futilely against the restraints as I left the room. Locating her pink panties, I used them to mop up the leftover cum from the tile. They held the liquid well, and I was soon back in the room with the sopping wet bunch. I held them up to her quivering lips, fresh cum dripping down her cheek.
âOpen wide, sweetheart.â Her eyes locked onto mine with an expression of both defiance and disbelief. Her mouth remained closed. âAlright, then. Looks like weâre going to have to do this the hard way.â I roughly held her head still and grabbed her nose, my hard cock twitching once again with the anticipation of events to come. Her face flushed red, and she began to squirm, desperately trying to steal a quick breath away from the incoming gag. But it was no use. Her mouth opened, and I shoved the silk panties right inside, filling her tiny mouth just enough so that she was unable to spit them out on her own accord. I spanked her ass once again. This time, only a muffled noise. The gag worked. I spanked her hard and rhythmically until her ass was red and bruised and tears streaked down her useless face.
When I was satisfied, I began to examine her asshole. Neat, clean, and bleached. Who was this girl? I spit directly onto her petite hole and massaged my fingers around her rim. She was really squirming now: she had to expect that this was coming, that I was going to fuck her virgin asshole until she couldnât even walk. Sticking a probing finger inside, she let out a suppressed yelp. Without mercy, I finger fucked her asshole as hard and fast as I could, slowing down only to squeeze a second finger inside. All the time, its fucktoy owner writhed and sobbed into the night. When I believed the hole to be just wide enough, I pushed in both of my index fingers and stretched out her cute little hole in opposing directions as the gag labored to contain her now high pitched screams. At last, she was ready. I spat out another stream of saliva into her gaping anal cavity and aligned the head of my cock against it. I knew I had to surprise her before her natural clenching muscles prevented me from getting too far inside, so I harnessed all of my might to force my dick all the way down with one stroke.
This time, I couldnât even hear her scream: she was losing her voice. But that didnât stop me from ramming into her repeatedly, feeling the tight, clenching muscles of her canal massage my invading cock. I was already about my cum. Reaching under the whoreâs belly, I pinched her clitoris hard and often, and her exhausted body began to convulse in yet another unwanted orgasm. Her asshole now gripping my cock like a vice, I let out a primal scream as I filled up her better hole with my cum, slamming my balls into her pussy like wrecking balls as I released the tension in my loins.
Spent, I lay on top of her, allowing my cock to shrink to the point where her natural muscles could push me out of her asshole, leaking my cum down her leg. She was shaking, a speckle of blood dotting her tiny brown eye. Iâd finally given this bitch exactly what she deserved.
âYouâve been a good girl tonight, sweetheart, so Iâm going to let you walk back to your apartment unharmed.â I unclipped her from the restraints, receiving no response. âBut just remember what happened here, and the possible cost of what will happen if you ever mention this to anyone else. I know you enjoyed every minute of this, so every Saturday at 9:00PM, youâre going to come back to my apartment and get what you deserve. Youâre my little slut now, and donât you ever forget that.â Lifting her out of my bed, I carried my new slave to the front door and dumped her on the porch.
âOh! I almost forgot.â Reaching out, I pulled the pink bundle out of her mouth. âThese are mine now. Go on, then. Get home. NOW!â
She scrambled to her feet, and I watched that beautiful goddess limp away back to her apartment, clutching her tortured asshole with one hand. At her door at last, she stole a fearful look back, and I gave her a pleasant wave, a wicked smirk creeping across my satisfied face.
