When you ask him if he brought a condom, he gets angry.

He didn't spend all this time with you just to feel the inside of a damn bag. You think he's dirty or something? Don't you trust him? You try to explain to him you're not on birth control, that it's not about him, you don't want to risk getting pregnant, but honestly his reaction is a red flag and whatever mood was there before has been broken. You tell him maybe it's best just to forget about it, it's getting late and you're tired.

He grabs you by the hair and shoves you to the ground. You think you're going to leave him without giving him release? Little cockteasing slut. You're dazed and shocked, but you struggle to get up. He shoves you back down and slaps you, holds your face down in the carpet and hits you. He wrenches your shirt off. You're wearing a skirt; he pulls your panties down below your knees. You're weeping and pleading with him to stop. This wasn't how it was supposed to be.

He tells you to stop struggling or he'll make it hurt more. You ask him to be gentle but he laughs at you. He spits on your face and smears it in and growls you that it's too late for that and you missed your fucking chance, whore. He's going to do what he wants to you. He's going to use you like a fleshlight. He's going to empty his seed deep into your breeding hole and claim your womb. He doesn't care if it's a pleasant experience for you or not.

And then he's lining his cock against your pussy lips, and true to his word he is not gentle, thrusting savagely into you and holding you down to the floor by your throat. You involuntarily raise your hands to shield yourself and he grabs his belt in a loop and uses it on your tits and afterward you don't try to shield yourself anymore. Instead you distract yourself with some math, trying to concentrate hard to figure out how many days have elapsed since your last period stopped, and where in your cycle that puts you currently.

Feeling him tensing up snaps you out of it and you beg him not to cum inside you -- use your face, your tits. Please. You're don't want to be pregnant, you aren't ready for that -- but he just groans and puts a hand over your mouth and then there's just the sound of his breathing hard and your breathing hard and you feel him pulsing inside of you, deep inside of you, filling you up just like your body was designed for.

He pulls out of you, panting, and you just lie still. He tells you how good you felt, how he loved the way your cunt squeezed him when he hit you. How he loved the way it felt to He touches you gently, your hair, your tits, and you feel cold and nauseous but you lie still and let him pretend to be caring. Finally in a small voice you ask him if you can clean up, please. He laughs and rolls back on top of you and you can feel he's hard again.

"Oh, you think we're done?" he says. He moves a strand of your hair out of your face with a gentle finger. "We're just getting started. You're mine now, little toy. Your hole belongs to me."

He does it three more times over the course of the night.

(Hi there! Looking for someone to share something along the lines of the above scenario with me. I am looking for IRL, not just online. It's OK if you actually are on birth control. We can discuss safety and limits beforehand and I will enthusiastically provide aftercare. I'm just under 6', 200lbs, not unattractive. Can trade pics on request. I'm aware of the difference between consensually acting out a fantasy and committing sexual assault, and I'm looking for the former, not the latter. Thanks for reading.)