This is one of my lighter experiences, but definitely one of my favorites. We met on a dating app, and things started off in a pretty wholesome way. After talking for a few days, we’d made plans for a coffee date the following weekend and kept chatting, but after a particularly hard day, I really needed some company. He offered a listening ear, inviting me out that night. We met up at a small dive bar nearby and talked for a several hours over drinks (his treat). We talked about work, the election, our families, music, movies, dating (monogamy / ENM), and other things. He patiently listened to me vent about the things I was dealing with at the time.

At one point, I stepped outside to vape and he asked to join me. We kept talking as we shared my vape. I was holding onto this street pole when he casually got closer to me until he wrapped his hand around mine on the pole and had his other hand gently touching over my stomach, side, and lower back. It was so sensual and gentle. I was staring up into his eyes just realizing how close we were, when he took his hand off my waist, gently took my chin in their hand, and guided my mouth toward his. It was so hot, holding my hand in place, feeling his touch on my face, the warm soft lips with a dancing tongue behind them. It just felt so good, so nice. He kept going on about how cute I was, how caught up he was in my eyes.

After that, we got back to talking a bit, finished our drinks, and he invited me to come back to his place to chat more and smoke (which I’m almost never going to turn down.) When we got there, we got to talking and played with his cat who was super friendly and wanted my attention. I was pretty distracted by the cat, honestly, and as we were sitting on the couch, he kissed me again. His lips were so warm and soft, and I closed my eyes, enjoying the feeling.

But then, I felt his hand lace through my hair and tighten. He used this grip to force me to look up at him, again saying how he’d “never seen such beautiful eyes.” This was totally unexpected and honestly made my pussy jump with fear and excitement, but it still didn’t clue me in to what would happen next. His other hand moved up my body, making me gasp as he groped me, and gripped my face tightly with his other hand as he kissed me. I felt confusion wash over me as his hands held my face more and more tightly, his blue eyes piercing down into mine.

Suddenly, he was gone from his seat on the couch and on top of me, straddling me with his legs pinning my hands on each side. One of his hands wrapped itself into my hair again at the base of my skull while the other squeezed my throat. Immediately, I tried to yank my hands up to push him away, but his knees dug painfully into the backs of my hands and forearms. The more I struggled, the more it hurt and the further I sunk into the cushions, which seemed so comfortable before. The hand on my throat began to squeeze tighter and I felt my airway constricting. He was a far heavier and stronger than I would’ve expected, being leaner than the typical guys I’d go out with. I wasn’t going anywhere.

I remember the pit that formed in my stomach as I realized, “Nobody knows I’m here. I don’t know this man. I fucked up.” I’d been so desperate to escape what was going on at home and find a shoulder to cry on that I never expected he’d give me a reason to cry. But, I didn’t. Instead, I froze, scrunching my eyes shut, feeling more than ever like prey, and waited for what would happen next. A painful slap across my left cheek shocked my eyes open. He looked down at me and asked in a teasing voice, “Do you have any idea how cute you are right now?”

The hand that struck me found its place at my throat again, and he used that with the hand in my hair to pull my face to his. It hurt. He kissed me again. At first, I sat there like a statue afraid of encouraging him but even more afraid of upsetting him. He’d been so calm and laid back the whole time before then, it really caught me off guard how aggressive he became. It scared me a little and turned me on a lot. Despite being clothed, I felt completely naked, vulnerable. My g-string was soaked. My lips began to move, and I kissed him back.

He grabbed my wrist and pulled me to the bedroom. I resisted, but only a little. Looking back, I marveled at how easily he was able to put me where he wanted. In the moment when he pushed me down onto his bed, I decided that if this was going to happen, I was going to enjoy it. If I went along with it, maybe he would keep touching me in nice ways, and he did. With one hand locked in my hair or at my throat, he spent a long time feeling me up and kissing me. He’d quickly realized that my neck and ears are super sensitive, so he kept kissing and biting me there to drive me wild. Sometimes his touch was gentle and sensual. Other times, his hands grabbed me so hard, I’d yelp in pain. Over and over, he praised my body - how soft it was, how warm, how thick and “perfect.” The longer he continued, the more I felt myself beginning to melt into his touch. Apparently, I was voicing my enjoyment, because he started saying, “Fuck, you make the sweetest sounds.”

But, when I felt his fingers grazing my stomach as he reached to remove my shirt, I pushed away from him, earning me another slap across my left cheek, harder this time. I held my face in shock as he smiled down at me. I didn’t try to stop him the second time. Once my shirt was off, he told me how sexy it was that I didn’t wear a bra, placed his hand on my sternum and gently but firmly pushed me down onto my back. He licked, sucked on, and bit my nipples, making me moan in embarrassment, pain, and pleasure. I felt myself growing wet, hoping he wouldn’t notice.

Of course, he did. One of his hands began groping my pussy through my clothes as the other again squeezed my throat. He laughed and brought his fingers up to his lips. “What a slut,” he said with a smirk, “Look how wet you already are for me.” The hand on my pussy moved to the drawstring of my pants, but he grew increasingly frustrated when he couldn’t untie them with one hand. “No,” I finally spoke, “I’m not a slut!” He squeezed my throat again and told me, “Only a slut would get wet from this. Be a good girl for me, now.” The next thing I knew, both of his hands were pawing at my pants as he violently ripped them off of me. His energy changed from controlled to desperate. It was like the only thing that mattered in the world was getting inside me. I held onto the waistband, but he was stronger than me.

As I reached for my pants a final time, he grabbed me and flipped me on my stomach. I tried to turn back over, but he shoved me down, saying he wanted to “spend some time with this perfect ass”. He forced me face down, ass up, and began painfully spanking and grabbing it, leaving finger-shaped bruises I would have for days. Suddenly, he bit my ass so hard I screamed out, then he ripped my panties down. I locked my legs together, but he roughly grabbed and squeezed my thighs, prying them apart. He shoved two fingers inside me. I yelped in surprise and a little pain, but he’d already made me so wet, it began to feel good. One arm wrapped around my waist as he pulled me back onto his fingers. He groaned deeply and rasped, “If you had any idea how good you feel, you’d be more cooperative.”

The next thing I felt was him devouring me, eating my pussy from the back. I felt the fight leave me almost completely, and he easily turned me onto my back again. His hands gripped me thighs, firmly spreading me open, as he continued sucking on and licking my clit and fucking me with his tongue. As my orgasm built up and I got closer to the edge, I started trying to push him away again (not so much as to stop him as because it was so intense), but he ignored me completely. I came hard and expected him to stop, but he continued eating my pussy as I squirmed.

I felt him feeding even more fingers inside me and started to get scared that he was going to hurt me. I felt myself being stretched so wide and begged, “How many is it? How many? Wait!” But all I heard was a cheery voice telling me, “You’re fine” as he continued filling me until I couldn’t possibly take anymore. Finally, I heard him say, “Alright, that’s all of it.” I was being stretched with his entire fist! I gasped and moaned loudly at the humiliation and intensity as he teased me. “Gooood girl! I really didn’t think that was going to fit, but we made it work.” He fucked me like that, pinned by his body and stretched by his fist, until I couldn’t help but cum repeatedly. Finally, he removed his fist and I winced in pain at my sore, broken pussy. But, he wasn’t done.

After struggling against him, multiple orgasms, and the exertion of taking his fist, I was already exhausted. As I laid there panting from the intensity, he stripped down until he was naked. I closed my eyes then felt something warm touch my lips and shot upright. When I opened my eyes, his thick, pierced cock was staring back at me. “It’s time to return the favor, you little slut.” I hesitated, more cum dumb than refusing, but his hand snatched me by the hair and dragged my mouth to his cock as he slapped me across my other cheek. I barely had time to hold my face as he roughly shoved my head down and slapped my ass so hard I yelled out and told him to stop. My head was yanked back up. Obediently, I opened my lips and took him into my mouth, circling around the tip with my tongue and taking him deep in my throat to avoid another slap or him taking things into his own hands, earning many words of praise and “good girls” as he played with my pussy and ass.

He wasn’t satisfied with that, though. He once again flipped me onto my back and pinned me there with his legs between mine, one hand on my neck, and the other holding his cock and using it to spread my pussy lips. This fear woke me up, but it also turned me on even more. I never told him about my breeding kink, and I really didn’t think it would come up so soon.

I frantically began trying to push him away, but he didn’t budge an inch. He snatched one of my wrists and pinned it to the bed while continuing to spread me with his cock. I could feel the metal of his piercing as he rubbed up and down, and it made me shake with anticipation and excitement. I shoved at him uselessly with my other hand as he began teasing me with the tip, like a perverse game of peek-a-boo, mocking my shocked and worried expressions with his own every time it popped back inside me. It was driving me insane with desire, how completely helpless I truly was to stop him, especially since the thought has literally crossed my mind before coming over, “Eh, I could take him if I had to.” Obviously, I couldn’t.

It wasn’t a demand from me, and almost it came out like a whisper, “Please, don’t.” For a moment, he went still, crushing me in silent thought. He reached into a bedside drawer and tore open a condom wrapper with his teeth before reaching down and rolling the condom on. “Since you asked so nicely, I’ll do that for you.” he smirked again, “But, you have to help me put it in.”

He was taller than me, and I had barely been able to reach his cock to swat it away. I paused for a moment unsure of what to do. He knew I couldn’t reach. But another swift slap got me moving, and in the next second, I was guiding him back to my entrance. Without warning, he shoved nearly all the way inside me in one cruel stroke. I yelped in shock, feeling this cock stretching me despite just taking his fist.

My mixed feelings resolved because his cock just felt so good, as he swirled his hips into me, rubbing in all the right places and pounding my cervix until I was quickly cumming again. But, of course, he didn’t stop and fucked me through my orgasm again and again while choking me, slapping me, and telling me how “insanely cute” I am until I lost count of how many orgasms I had. He folded me like a pretzel with my legs in all different positions, just absolutely insatiable. I thought he’d start to get tired, and each time he paused, I’d think he was finally done with me.

He came, and I thought, “Geez, finally! This is starting to hurt.” But, he flipped me onto my stomach, grabbed my waist in a vice grip (which turns me on sooo much and makes me squirm), then beat my ass and blew my back out until I was literally a sobbing, cummy mess just holding onto the headboard for dear life. I swear, I can still feel his cock print on my cervix.

When we were finally done, we he climbed off me and pulled me into his arms, telling me what “a good job” I did. He held me like that for a while, kissing me and telling how “gorgeous” I am while asking if what he did was okay. I reassured him it was okay with me. Then, I went home, showered, and fell peacefully asleep.