With encouragement from my favorite group, here is a full story of a fantasy.
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With the shrill of the doorbell, I jump up off the couch, walking up to the door. I don't ask who it is or look through the peephole, I know he is coming to see me. My delicate fingers brushed over the chain lock, sliding the bolt open. Timidly, I open the door and step back slightly with a shy hesitation.
He doesn't care.
Pushing the door open, he throws me against the wall-forearm slapped against my throat his opposite arms slamming the door shut with a gust. His palm immediately lands cupping my mound. I try to steady my breathing, already quick and gasping. Piercing me with his steely eyes, saying nothing but the hunger, the lust and the power yelling at me.
Knowing I want more, to feel pressure from his hand on my cupped lady hood, to feel his lips across mine, he growls into my ear, "you'll have to beg, Poppy". With a swift motion, his hands leave their places and he tugs my long, silver blonde ponytail pushing me to my knees. With a quick tug and pull his pants fell down, cock sprung out throbbing, begging to be sucked.
He doesn't wait.
Slamming his hard member into my mouth, he yanks tightly on my hair controlling the speed and depth of his thrusts. My big brown eyes overfill with tears, spilling down my face as I gasp for breath. He doesn't slow, continuing the assault, warmth spreads from my core to my tender center. I ache for the pleasure from his control, wanting him to continue, needing him to take me. I can feel his hardened length pushing my cheeks, barely stopping to let me swirl my tongue around him. I crave his taste, his scent, needing it to be given to me. Feeling my throat ache from his push, but feeling empty when he pulls out. Driving his manhood deep, making me gag with every thrust.
Suddenly he pulls away, before I know it he slaps his palm across my face stinging my rosy cheeks, gasping wide eyed I nod, knowing what this means.
Gingerly I stand up, still not dating to speak and follow his confident and slightly arrogant walk to the bedroom. Only now realizing how hard I had been pressed into the wall, aching with stiffness.
I turn to close the bedroom door and turn off the lights when he whips his leather belt across my bottom. Yelping, out of shock more than pain or fear, I dance around towards him. Finally I speak up,
"Please", in a raspy whisper, "please let me please you".
Gruffly he responds, "did I say you can talk? Don't speak again unless I tell you too"
With that he grabs the belt and wraps it around my throat, barely tugging he holds me in his grip. Lifting up on the belt ends, he encourages me to back up and lift my butt up onto the edge of the bed. Releasing me once I am placed where he wants, he pulls down my jeans, and rips off my panties with a tear. Grabbing the bottom of my ribbed white tank top, he shoves it up off my arms, but leaves it loosely around my neck.
He gives no warning.
Slamming his hard, ridged thick cock into my soaking cunt, he gives no care about me. Picking up the pace, again and again he thrusts, slamming so hard I get bumped back further onto the bed. Unsatisfied with the current movement, he demands control wrapping my tank top around his wrist twice tightening the softness around my throat into a pressure filled choke, he pulls me back closer to him. Holding me in place with this choke, he licks his lips. His eyes dark with hunger, feeding off the control. I stare back doe eyed, innocent in my own way, eager to please, craving the sense of want and desire he exhibits.
My center is slippery, wet with need, filled with his. I can't hold on much longer, needing the release, needing the satisfaction.
He stops.
