To preface this- my husband and I have a safe word. We are both consenting adults, and I've given him consent to rape me as he pleases!

This evening after my husband got off work, he called me into our bedroom. I stood up from what I was working on and followed him into the bedroom. He laid down and asked me to suck him off, something that I happily agreed to. (I've come to be quite fond of giving blowjobs!) As soon as I started, however, he got pretty rough with me. I'd lean my head up and ask him a question, and he'd simply grab my hair and push my face back onto his cock. After doing this a few times, I got the picture. I wasn't to speak- just to suck his cock.

I continued sucking his cock, deepthroating him a few times, and then he'd grab my hair and fuck my throat until I pushed against his legs for him to let up on me.

I suppose I had gotten him close enough, but also not *quite* close enough to orgasm, so he growled in frustration and pushed me over onto the bed and pulled my ass in the air. I was just wearing a little sundress with no panties underneath, so he simply pushed his cock inside me.

He doesn't fuck my pussy very often. He much prefers my throat- he's told me this multiple times. He also likes how tight I get when it's been days/weeks since he's fucked my pussy. And god. I screamed into the bed when he pushed inside me. It was so fucking tight.

He began fucking me, hard, deep and fast. I'd reach back and press on hand against his stomach in an attempt to slow him down, but he'd simply pin my arm behind my back and fuck me harder.

"Please, it's too much, you feel too big and you're going too hard."

He didn't care. He'd tell me that he knew I liked it. That I liked being raped and used as a fucktoy.

I screamed and begged into the bed for him to stop, that it was too much, but this just made him fuck me harder and faster, until he slammed into me, cumming deep inside my pussy.

I stood after catching my breath for a few minutes and went into the bathroom to clean up and take a quick shower. When I returned, he was stroking his cock and demanded that I suck him off again.

I laid down and began sucking his cock. I was confident that this time he would simply look at porn while I sucked his cock and he'd cum down my throat.

God, was I wrong.

It took just a few minutes of me sucking him off for him to decide that it wasn't enough. He rolled me over onto my stomach again and lifted my ass. I begged for him not to- that he had just raped me not even five minutes ago and my pussy was so sore that I didn't think I could take it .

"I don't care, I want my cocksleeve."

He pushed inside me and I cried out again, this time because my pussy was so sore from his previous fucking.

This one was different. He pinned me down, pulled my hair to arch my back and covered my mouth. He told me over and over that I was just his rape slut, that he could do whatever he wanted to me and I couldn't do anything about it. How I couldn't do anything without him- and if I tried to tell, he'd show the pictures/videos/audio recordings he had of me to my family, and he'd ruin my life.

And as much as it scared me, I was getting closer and closer to orgasm. Feeling him rape me again. My sore pussy. My shoulder aching from being twisted as he held my arm behind my back. His hand clamped over my mouth and making it difficult to breathe. Fuck.

He fucked me for a good 30 minutes, switching from mindlessly raping me, to sometimes almost seeming bored, just using my pussy as a fuck hole.

Finally he gripped my hips and began fucking me wildly, slamming into me, making me scream against the pillows. When he finally came inside me, I screamed again and began crying, my entire body shaking as the ordeal began to come to an end.

For a few moments he laid on top of me, and I could feel his cock pulsing inside me as he emptied his load. He leaned up, kissed the top of my head and then climbed off me.

"What a good fuckpig- such a good fuck pig. The perfect rape hole to drain my balls in."