My girl and I have always had a very sexual relationship. It was based on physical attraction from day one. A few months into our carrying on I discovered what she really liked though.

It was rather apparent she liked to be sexually dominated by me. In bed she loved me to take complete control and use her as my toy. The more I did so the more she liked it. Once as I hovered over her pounding like there was no tomorrow she took one of my hands and placed it around her throat. I did not squeeze too hard, as there is really no sadist in me, but she dug it so I did too – whatever turned her on was okay by me.

One afternoon we were coming home from a brief outing. We got home on that hot Summer afternoon and went to change. I got frisky and held her against the wall tickling her and just messing around a little. I hadn’t planned on anything more at that moment, but her reaction enticed me no end. The harder I pressed her against the wall playing with her the more nasty she became. What began as tickling quickly evolved into some ultra hot sex.

As I pinned her she moaned. I started talking filthy to her telling her what I should do to her and the more I talked and the filthier I did so the hotter she was getting. She stared at me like a scared little girl, not that she was, but her expression really hooked me. She stood her mouth agape, glassy eyed and shallow breathed as I trash talked her. I called her a filthy little whore who belonged to me. I told her I had half a mind to rape her but how could I rape such a wanton slut? Can’t rape the willing, right?

She played along and pleaded with me not to hurt her. I slapped her not to hardly but she fucking loved that. “Oh God!” was what she screamed as I did so. Then she jumped into role and whined “Please don’t hurt me mister,” as if we were strangers. That was all it took. I grabbed her by her hair and pulled her to me and licked her face. She sought my tongue at every opportunity. I backed away, slapped her again and told her “Stand still cunt!” I could smell her as her pussy flushed with her natural juices as I worked both of us into a frenzy.

I took my Buck Knife from it’s sheath and she played scared victim. I flicked it open sort of like a switch blade and she stared at the shiny blade. I ran the blunt end against her face that was still red from my hand slapping her cheek. She purred and commented on how cool the steel felt on her flushed cheek.

By now we were kissing with incredible abandon. I held her hair in one hand, kept her pressed tightly against the wall and let the cold steel 4 inch blade slide on her hot skin. I held her head full of dirty blonde hair as I backed from her. She watched in awe as I took the blade, slid it into her waistband and cut her black stretch pants from her. She stared at me wide eyed and began to orgasm. She fondled her enormous tits through her shirt and bra as she came.

I turned her around and then put the blade into the now barely hanging onto her generous hips back waistband and the stretchy material gave way to my very sharp old knife. Her stretch pants fell to the floor around her ankles. Her face was flush with my slapping it and her sexual excitement. Little beads of perspiration began to form on her brow as I grabbed her long, thick hair once more. She wore an old oversized t-shirt of mine and I started at the neck and cut that straight down the middle to expose her top half too.

Now I was into this as much as she, but I was not about to cut that $40.00 bra off of her – I paid for the fucker, and it was a nice, heavy, under-wired four buckle job needed to hold back her 44EEE’s or double “F’s” depending on the maker of the bra, so no way I was going to go that far. I fell out of character for a sec and reached around and unbuckled it after I’d thrown the shredded t-shirt to the floor. She shook a little and the bra slid from her shoulders. She stood before me nude but for flip flops she still had on her feet.

I threw the knife onto the floor and ordered her to remove my clothing which she did as a slut in heat would. I pushed her down and she slid my boots from my feet, took my socks off and unbuckled my belt and unzipped me. She swallowed my cock as soon as my pants were down to my knees. I took off my t-shirt and pulled her by the hair to a standing position. I started again with the role play and she fell back into character immediately.

“Are you a little slut?” “No sir,” she whimpered. I slapped her again. “Are you a little slut?” I asked again. She nodded. “What do little sluts get then?” “Whatever you wish,” she replied. “I ought to bend you over and ass fuck you standing here. Like the slut she really is, she turned and bent at the waist, her green flip flops still on her cute feet. I shoved my cock in her cunt for a second and then put it in her ass. We regularly did anal and she loved it so she swallowed all of it, no problem. I fucked her for about 30 seconds, pulled out and slapped her ass real hard. She jumped and squealed, so I did it again, only harder.

“If you whimper again, I’ll kill you,” I seethed in her ear and pushed her to the floor again, I shoved my cock down her throat. She put her hands on my belly and I screamed “Put your hands behind your back! Lock your fingers and don’t move Bitch!” I mouth fucked her for a few strokes, but only when I could kiss and look into her eyes did I really dig fucking her. She was so pretty and so, so sexy.

She was tall – 5’8” and about 200lbs but every ounce was in the right place. She was 100% lust, built to please a man who could appreciate the matronly mature woman, and she was. We were both in our mid thirties and she was truly one of the hottest women I’d ever met.

I pulled out and pulled her by her hair to her feet again and pushed her to the bed. She lay on her tummy, her incredible ass and thighs staring at me. She looked over her shoulder and her eyes told me all I needed. They pleaded with me to abuse her and love her all at the same time. I grabbed her by the back of her hair and held her face down deep into the pillow and I began to beat her bare ass cheeks. She grunted but did not resist. I only held her like that for 15 seconds or so. She was in Heaven at my controlled abuse.

I released her and she wisely asked if she could turn onto her back in order to “service my desires” as she phrased it. I liked that. She rolled onto her back and lay there looking for direction from me. “Stroke my cock and look at me,” I ordered. She got into that, gently rubbing my cock as she stared at me. Her eyes shook me to my core. They begged for more, so I delivered.

Marie’s nipples were exploding off her chest in her excitement. I then knelt between her legs and slammed into her pussy. She began to orgasm almost immediately. “Did I tell you to cum, you fucking cunt?” I yelled. She was still cumming hard, so I waited for a second or two until she was no longer thrashing in ecstasy. She looked at me and begged forgiveness for her rudeness as she put it. Damn, I was getting into this role playing thing as much as she was.

“Jerk me off Bitch!’ I ordered and she began again. “Tell me what you want Bitch! What does my little slutty cunt want?” She slowly stroked my cock, looking into my eyes all the while as I knelt above her and she began to talk in halting little breaths.

“I want you to rape me. I want you to use me as I deserve to be used. I have nasty thoughts and sometimes they are about other men raping me.” She looked at me in fear, as this was apparently part of the game. “You cheating cunt!” I screamed, knowing full well she was not a cheater – not her style or personality, but she was serious about her fantasies as we’d discussed them many times during our marathon love making afternoons which was three of four times a week at least.

Of course we fucked three or more times a day every day, but on weekends and when we had plenty of time we often would fuck for 6 or 8 hours at a time. Every position, variation and scenario imaginable.

“Want to be raped by other men, you filthy whore?” She nodded, almost as if embarrassed. I spit in her face as she nodded and she loved that too! God I dug this nasty woman! She licked my spit from her lips and cheeks as best she could so I did it again and she repeated her seeking my saliva. I climbed onto her and pumped her for all I was worth. She held my waist, wrapped her thick thighs around my ass and fucked me back. I leaned down onto her and she began to whimper how much she loved me, falling out of character. I did too and repeated my incredible love for her too.

What started as abusive nasty fucking evolved into tender and exceptionally passionate lovemaking between two people who were deeply in love with each other. She had numerous orgasms and I finally built to my end. She looked at me as she professed her love for me as I spurted into her pussy and filled her. She came with me and I collapsed onto her heaving chest as she held me tight to her. I whispered how much I loved her too. We kissed and traded little sweet nothings.

I rose and grabbed her by her hand and pulled her to the shower. We got in and she began to remark how that had been the hottest fuck she’d ever had in her life. I surmised the violence and gentle abuse were huge parts of her pleasure, as indeed they’d been. I tuned off the water and ordered her to kneel I think she knew what was coming and she was eager. She looked into my eyes and locked onto them with her gaze, her mouth hanging open. I began to pee and she let it fill her moth. She squirted it out and opened her mouth wider for me to refill it. I did. I pissed all over her face, tits and hair and she loved it. As the last drops slipped down her skin she sucked drops into her mouth and swallowed. She fingered herself as she did so. I was so turned on I was wobbly–kneed and had to hold the shower rod to keep from falling.

She then engulfed my cocked and cleaned me. She licked under my balls and my asshole. I pulled her up and we kissed more and showered, washing each other. We dried and ran back to bed to continue on. In the course of our afternoon of marathon fucking I told her I took her serious that she enjoyed the sexual game playing abuse and that I would have her raped. She looked at me and her eyes told me all I needed to know. We finished fucking, came and talked.

She was worried I would be upset at her honest confession of a rape scenario. I asked some probing questions to establish our parameters. She assured me her love for me was total and all consuming. She informed me if I would ask, she would marry me today and be tattooed and marked as my property. I was surprised but hat but she assure me she meant it.

We discussed intimate fantasies. Hers all involved me in some way. She wanted to be raped and me watch. That sounded hot. I decided I would make that happen. And I did. I tell that story next.

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[#186] properhung ( 1342 days ago )
properhung avatar great story! looking forward to reading the next one!
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