Please mind the tags!  Seriously, this one’s dark and spicy. If you’ve read other (softer) pieces of mine that I’ve posted in other subs recently, be warned that this is very different in content and tone… I’ll be posting softer/more romantic content again later in the month, but the stories I’ve got lined up for the next couple of weeks will be much like this. That said, if you choose to read on, I hope you enjoy it!

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It had started at college. Free to find herself, to experiment. Tiny underwear, short skirts, all the lip gloss… No holding back - she’d chased that good dick down. How many partners… One or two a week? Guys and girls by the end of freshman year. Her friend… The threesome.

High only a couple of times before that night, she'd enjoyed the feeling - unbelievably horny as soon as the pills kicked in... She loved playing the dazed, starry-eyed little slut, dancing close and staring up into some big dude’s face, lips parted and eyes wide, begging him to take her…

Kissing; wet and hungry, pulling his weight onto her once she’s fallen back on the bed in her dorm room. Lights low, music playing… She can feel him against her, just like in the club. Thick and hot, she can tell he’s huge. She spreads her thighs, lets her leather skirt ride up. Lacy red thong fucking soaked, tight against her slit. She enjoys him grinding against her, but she’s been enjoying that all night – now she wants more.

She reaches down, eager to feel him. Playful smile on her face while she dispatches belt and fly… But as she slides the dark briefs off his firm ass, ready to reach round grasp and stroke, he shocks her – grabbing her jaw roughly. Huge hand partly covering her mouth, thumb pushed hard into her cheek…

Eyes full of fear, she watches his face, breath catching in her throat, heart racing. Is he going to hurt her?

Why does that excite her so much?

The hand over her mouth stays while the other reaches between them, groping roughly at braless tits. With dark look and a sharp pull, he tugs her little bandeau top down to her waist, chest exposed while she pants with fear and desire… Willing him on.

Grunting, he lowers himself against her, thick prick hard against her cunt. She’s gasping; so wet, so ready... She reaches for it, panties pulled aside to welcome him in…

The blow makes her ears ring, blinking back stars. Heavy slap to her jaw bringing tears to her eyes. What the fuck?

Again. More… The desire shocks her - desperate need blooming and building.

Another blow. Slightly softer… Then a light choke while he lowers his lips onto hers and smiles.

This feeling's incredible... Sweet, charged pain like nothing else she's experienced... She moans into their kiss, body lighting up, everything pulsing and aching across her pelvis, even as her jaw prickles and stings… She rolls her hips to rub against the meat pressed tight to her mound, gasping at the pressure on her clit.

He pulls her hair. Hard

Her pussy clenches in response, pain and helplessness unlocking a deep lust unlike she’s ever known. Head yanked back, she can’t see what he’s doing, feeling those huge fingers scrabbling at her underwear, happy to coat him with her wetness, praying he’ll sink them into the boiling heat of her needy cunt...

Instead though, she feels the fabric tighten against her, thin string-back thong taught against her holes. She cries out just as these thin panties start to tear, moist lace ripping before seams strain and snap. Those fingers again, teasing through her wetness… Before they’re clamped around her throat once more…

She sobs as he slides into her. His cock too wide to be comfortable, stretch too intense. Part of her wants him to be gentle, ease inside her pretty little pussy; kiss her neck and make her sigh… Another part wants just what she’s getting – a helpless thing being used, choked and violated, filled to bursting with a dick so big it makes her whimper.

He fucks into her, pressure lifting from her neck to allow a few strangled gasps. His cock is huge, pounding against her deepest places, stretching her limits while she squirms beneath him. She’s so turned on though, creaming and clenching around the length splitting her open, each thrust driving the air from her lungs in gurgling, lusty moans.

His weight is nearly crushing her, breasts flat against his chest. Each time he smashes back inside, she feels his pubic bone pound against her clit, that stimulation blending with the spots his cock’s hitting within. She can feel her orgasm building quickly, but she needs more…

“Hit me again…” She whispers, delighting in the sadistic groan of pleasure that precedes the hard, ringing slap to her face. “Again…” She moans.

She doesn’t know what this is. What dark desire his assault has unlocked in her tonight. But she knows it’s what she wants more than anything, shrieking and cumming hard on his dick, feeling juices drip down soft thighs, damp leather clinging to her hips…

He lifts off her while she’s trying to collect herself, grabbing her hips and spinning her onto her front. Like she’s nothing – like a fucking doll. The brief, aching emptiness she feels without him soon replaced with brutal fullness when he slams back into her still twitching cunt. He feels even bigger this way, reaching deep, like he’s in her fucking stomach…

Then he spanks her. Those heavy hands leaving stinging marks that soon have her screaming for more. Fucked hard, desperately rubbing at her needy clit, crying out and cumming again. Limp against the bed while her pussy clamps around the thickness wrecking her, lips straining and gripping.

She wants to be broken, torn up and ruined. Used like a thing ‘til his cum leaks from her trembling body. He’s found her g spot now, pounding the fat head of his cock in mercilessly where she’s lying prone, hips smashing against her cheeks with each thrust…

She's gushing, feeling it well up and run out of her while she wails with pleasure and cums again. It’s too much for him, growling when he grabs her wrists to make her arch. Slamming into her, tempo building with each impact. With one last thrust he holds still, moaning loudly - buried deep in her guts, pulsing and throbbing while his load floods her body, warmth of his cum blending with the ache inside. She groans and drools into the pillow, rolling her hips to milk every drop from him…

He's gone before she comes to. No note, no number.

Used. Abused. Utterly intoxicated by it. The redness of her skin, the marks and bruises that emerge the next day - she has to stay in until they fade. Sequestered in her little room, looking in the mirror and remembering, fingering her dripping cunt, willing her hung stranger to come back and take her again.

She’s asked for it since, with other partners. None able to recreate that intense joy and shock, though. None able to recreate the blend of terror and elation that he gifted her that night...

She thinks about it a lot, always imagining what he might do to her if she found him again. How far she’d let him go…

 Disclaimer: In case you're in doubt, this is a fantasy. All characters and events in this story are made up!