A Girl Lie Me

I should have seen it coming. A girl like me; walking home by myself at 2am. A girl like me; in a short jet black satin skirt, a dangerously revealing black tang top, and three inch black leather heels. A girl like me; who didn't listen to her friends when they told her she shouldn't leave the party by herself.

They didn't understand that something...someone... was drawing me out of the party that night. I hit the dark pavement with purpose, but was still guided by the cheap dollar store fiesta lights of the drunken party. My heels made this rhythmic clicking sound as I swaggered into the night. I stared at my feet as they carried me away, hypnotized by my own beat. As I got a little further into my journey, the party's fiesta lights grew dim. I glanced back momentarily at the illuminated light... life of the party, allowing the glow to make me feel safe in my own skin; but as I returned to my route home, the night surrounded me like a mink coat; dark and stifling. This anxious feeling arouse in my belly and I had this insatiable urge to turn... no... run back to the party house. I ignored the feeling. A girl like me never gives into her better judgment. Bad things never happen to a girl like me...

I reached my apartment unscathed, and took in this huge sigh of relief as I raced up to my door. My feet were sore, and I couldn't wait to kick off my heels and lay out on my beige suede hand me down sofa.

I never made it to the couch.

As I closed the door behind me I felt an arm reach around my stomach. Before I even got the opportunity to register the event in my head and scream, a strong and callused hand clasped over my mouth, smearing my lipstick. The only thing that went through my head repetitively was, "fuck." I kicked up my legs in protest, but whomever was behind me was much stronger than I. He dragged me deeper inside my apartment; only letting go of my mouth for a brief second to dead bolt my door. In that moment of freedom I screamed. Not a loud scream, but the kind of noise that leaves your throat when you're too stunned to elevate your voice. A garble, a cough, the sound didn't even reach the hallway. My whisper of a scream stopped right at his ears. My back was pressed against his chest, and I could feel his hot breath on my ear. He laughed, a sinister laugh that chilled my bones. The only thing going through my head at this point was still, "fuck."

He once again removed his hand from my mouth, and I took the opportunity to scream again. This time the sound was more guttural; full of fear and contempt. He grabbed my throat and squeezed. All sounds ceased immediately. He told me that if I screamed again he would choke the life out of me. His rough voice made me wet. A girl like me, getting wet from a man who just threatened to kill her.

I nodded my head and he released his grip. I childishly asked him who he was. He childishly didn't respond. He moved his hand down my neck, slowly, softly. He moved down my chest and reached his hand inside the top of my shirt. I wasn't wearing a bra, and he cupped my breast, letting his thumb circle around my hardening nipple. My legs started to get weak. I leaned back into him. He took his other hand off my waist and slid it up my skirt. He was going tortuously slow. I tried to resist his touch, but his hand was on my throat again so I gave up..easily. His hand reached my panties, and I guess he could feel the heat coming off of me, because he pulled my back tighter to him.I felt his hard cock against me. He gently moved my satin pink panties to the side and slid two fingers into my soaking wet cunt.

He was going far too slow, and I wanted more. I asked him in a whisper to take my panties off. He pulled his fingers out and turned me around. I looked into the ocean blue eyes of this man, this stranger, and the only thought going through my head was, " fuck me." He leaned down in front of me and pulled off the only piece of cloth that was separating him from my eager cunt. Then off came my skirt, then my top, then my inhibitions, my cares, my fears. I wanted this man. I wanted this man with the ocean blue eyes to fuck me till I bled.

I stood physically and emotionally naked in front of him. I was exhilarated, terrified, livid, starving, nauseous, giddy, self conscious, apprehensive, deluded...and a hundred other emotions I can't even name. He pulled me down to the floor and told me to lay on my back. I did without hesitation or question. He slid his hands up my legs and forcefully spread them apart. I jumped. He moved closer until his hot breath was on me, making me wetter. My legs were shaking. When his tongue was on my clit I couldn't help but wrap my legs around his shoulders, and grab his hair while pulling his face into me. My body jerked up and down, and he grabbed my hips trying to hold me in place. I could not be controlled.

The moment before I was about to cum in his mouth he stopped. I let out a yelp, I was so close and I didn't want him to stop. He put his finger in my mouth, and I started sucking and gently nibbling on it. With his free hand I heard him unbuckle his belt and unzip his pants. After removing his finger from my mouth he took off the remainder of his clothing and stood up. He ordered me to get on my knees and suck his cock. I smiled and said, "yes master." I could barely fit all of him in my mouth, but I tried my hardest. I would force all of him in my throat, and then swirl my tongue around as I pulled back to the tip. I started sucking harder, faster, and with more of a passion than I had ever experienced before.

Suddenly he grabbed my hair and pulled me onto my feet. I looked into his eyes again. The stranger put his hand on my cheek in a loving manner, and I nuzzled it as he kissed me in a way that made my insides melt. While still kissing me he pulled my legs around him. I locked them around his waist and continued to suck on his tongue, desperate for more.

He walked over to my kitchen counter and placed me on top of it; my legs still firmly around his waist. Without removing his lips from mine, I felt him slide his huge cock inside my anxious cunt. I kissed him harder. His strokes were slow and hard, and I clung to him; afraid that if I let go I would wake up from this depraved nightmare.

He began fucking me harder, and biting my neck. I winced in pain and dragged my nails against his back..taking skin with me. He arched backwards and pulled me closer to him. He was pounding me so hard my dishes were rattling in the cabinet. I was screaming now...loud. I didn't care who could hear me, I just wanted to scream.

He ordered me to cum for him, saying that I should be a good little girl and let him feel me cum; telling me he wanted me to have his baby. He repeated that sentence 6 times before his voice began to sound incomprehensible. I wanted to feel him cum inside me, so I begged. I begged him to fill be. I cried and told him I wanted to have his baby; that I wanted to be his whore. I begged until I could feel his warmth filling my cunt. My whole body shook as I had a mind blowing, tear streaked orgasm.

We stayed in the same position on my counter for 5 minutes while lightly kissing. He lifted me off the counter and took me to my bedroom. After pulling back the covers he ordered me into bed. He told me to be a good girl and get some sleep. As he kissed me on the forehead he told me he'll be back the same time next week....I said I'd still be waiting. A girl like me would always be waiting...