"You should see if you can get Carlie into the sack – or wherever," Tanis suggested glibly, chuckling softly as she nodded her head at Carlie across the room. Then, leaning toward Darin, she added, sotto voce, "I heard she's into rough trade – you know, bondage and all that."
Darin nodded thoughtfully, looking over at the unsuspecting object of their conversation, as CArli chatted blithely with other guests. "Hmmm, you don't say." Darin had come to like Tanis, having met her when he started his new job just a few months ago. She was forthright and outspoken, and he liked that she didn't back away from sexual innuendo. They often spoke frankly, and already he had told her things about himself that he rarely told anyone. It was odd to him, but he felt little sexual attraction to her. She was more of a chum than anything else. So, for some reason, he had told her, a few weeks ago, now, how he often had trouble attaining sexual satisfaction unless he was in complete control. "I mean complete control," he'd said, lowering his voice, conspiratorially, "You know what I mean?" His look seemed to be assessing her, as he had continued, "Physically controlling the whole act, you know – aggressive direction, bondage – sadism, some might say – consensual rape."
Tanis had stifled her surprise and responded with merely a raised eyebrow and a shrug of her shoulders. "Oh," she said mildly, "each to his own – though it's not my cup of tea."
Tanis' cup of tea, although she would never have admitted it, was also control – but control through subversion and manipulation. She liked to make things happen. Hence some weeks later, at a rather loud, raucous party, she told Darin of Carlie's alleged interest in rough sex – a complete, as far as she was aware, fabrication – just to see what would happen.
While ostensibly a friend, Tanis had never really liked Carlie. Whether it was jealousy or something else, she couldn't put her finger on exactly why, but her dislike had been simmering and festering, it seemed, for years. Recently, Tanis had begun to make quietly subversive comments about Carlie, whenever the opportunity arose, subtly planting the seeds of vicious rumours, ensuring that they could never really be traced back to her.
Carlie was blissfully unaware of Tanis' machinations, so, when Darin, Tanis' gorgeous co-worker asked her out following the party, she gladly accepted.
The following Friday, after the movie and drinks at a tapas bar, Carlie was glowing. There was something raw about Darin; something she found most intriguing – most inviting; so, when he casually invited her back to his place, ". . . for a nightcap, or whatever," she evocatively growled her assent. Immediately on arrival, the possibility of a nightcap rapidly became "or whatever", disintegrating into a fury of torn and shredded clothing as Carlie, caught up in the intensity of Darin's surreptitious plans, joined willingly the violence of her own disrobing. Some objective part of her brain looked on amazed as she saw herself reveling in her own assault – amazed at her own complicity.
Forcing her to her knees, Darin quickly transformed the imminent oral sex from blowjob to face-fuck to oral rape in a matter of moments. Virtually naked, crouched before the slamming hips of her date, Carlie was transfixed by the not-so-subtle mix of passion and violence pounding past her lips and bruising her throat. There was, paradoxically, something endearing in Darin's fervent hunger – his fingers entwined in her hair, slamming her face against his pubis. Her lips would be bruised, for sure, but she could already feel her lower lips puffing in their arousal.
Abruptly, Darin pushed her off his Steely Dan, loosening his grip on her hair only long enough to spin her around by the shoulders. Throwing her over the side of the easy chair, his hand still in her hair, he pressed her gut against the upholstered arm, and snapped her head back, roughly kissing the corner of her mouth and biting her ear as he let up on his grip. Carlie could only groan in response. She was surprised, indeed, shocked by his rough, insensitive treatment of her, but more than that, she was flabbergasted by her own response. She could feel her throbbing genitals, gaping and dripping, impatient for attention, regardless of the brutality.
Darin ploughed into her – one crushing thrust – his balls slapping against her clit, his hips walloping her buttocks, then bouncing back. Again and again the drove himself into her, filling her cunt, banging her cervix, then drawing back to let her copious juices spray out between them before stabbing her again with his flaming rigidity. Holding her hair like reins, he panted and gasped over her, as, with every in-stroke, he winded her, driving her gut up against her lungs.
Mewing piteously, Carlie braced her hands against the far arm of the chair and tried to save herself from banging her chin, all the while, heaving herself back against the invader, inflaming her own passion beyond anything she had ever known.
Suddenly pushing her head forward with his right hand, without warning, Darin withdrew completely. In a smooth, seemingly practiced gesture, he drew his left hand up across her exquisitely excited clitoris, scooping her natural lubricants up over her anus, momentarily poking his royal finger firmly against her rosebud, until, confused and agitated, it gave slightly. Without missing a beat, Darin set his engorged glans against her pink sphincter and shoved. Before even she had time to protest that she had never taken it that way before, with a mighty thrust he sank half of his rod into her rectum.
"Oooh," she moaned surprised by the violence, yet pleased with the novel sensation. Tightening his grip on her hair, Darin paused only for a heartbeat before forcing himself again, inexorably, until he had plumbed the depths of her rectum. Her eyes wide and glazed, catching her breath, as his stomach pushed against the sponginess of her backside, a satisfied "Wow!" escaped from her lips. She had never felt so filled, nor so involved with anyone elses satisfaction. By the grunts and moans she could hear coming from Darin, and the shivers and spasms in the moments he paused, she knew that he was on the edge.
Savagely he pulled back then stabbed himself into her – again and again. She could feel his missile, swelling against her delicate rectal tissue. She could feel the growing heat, the living strength, the impatience and the insistence building in him. Although they hadn't exchanged an intelligible word since the initial clench, Carlie felt a growing oneness with Darin – becoming one on his terms, perhaps, but a burning oneness nonetheless. And she loved it; she could feel herself falling, surrendering, giving herself up, a puppet on a stick. — What a puppet! What a stick!
Spasms running up and down the spearing intruder triggered spasms in her rectum. The smooth muscle of her bowel grasped and held, quivering, palpitating – stroking her vanquisher, as she felt him seize and jerk. Howling through his teeth, he pulled her head back, slamming himself impossibly deep into her backside. At the first jets, scalding the depths of her fundament, Carlie's own world exploded into a multi-coloured miasma. Twisting and shuddering, she whined and whimpered, unable to catch a breath between the body-wracking convulsions of her orgasm. Darin thrust mercilessly, firing volleys of seed into the infertility of her derriere. Gradually slowing his assault, he allowed her clasping and wrenching rectum to milk him of every last drop of spunk.
Meanwhile, wave upon wave of hyper-sensation had left her limp, and witless, on the very edge of consciousness. Never had she cum so hard. Never had she felt so much.
Pulling his slimy tool – now softening, its battle won - from her stretched, yet still grasping hole, Darin, still very much in command, dragged his barely conscious conquest off the chair to collapse in a listless heap at his feet. Holding her up by her hair, he looked down at her with a wry smile. Carlie's eyes fluttered slightly as he quietly said, "Clean me off." Somewhere in her head, Carlie understood that, despite the softness of his voice, this was an order, not a request. There could be no discussion. Darin was in charge, and that was that.
Pulling herself up his legs, she fished, eyes closed, for his dangling schlong, slurping it in once she'd found it. Darin let go of her hair, and standing with his hands on his hips as Carlie, a girl he had only met once before today, worshipped his meat. Throwing his head back, he muttered, almost inaudibly, "Life is good!" Then looking down on the figure bobbing up and down on his soiled member, he said, not really to Carlie, but loud enough for her to hear, "Nothing – nothing turns me on like a woman in submission!" Amazingly enough, he could feel his prick rising to attention under her ministrations. "On her knees," he went on, as if pontificating to the masses, "maybe bound and gagged – all her cavities stuffed – waiting – just waiting, to be taken." His hips began to thrust as, once again, he threaded his fingers into Carlie's hair and began the eager, rhythmic gyrations, back and forth, accelerating – faster, ever faster. "By force," he breathed, pulling Carlie violently against his groin. "That'd be the ultimate," he rasped, as he stiffened and violently came again. Carlie was surprised, and more than a little pleased, at the volume of his ejaculate, considering it was his second orgasm in a very short time. Carlie's throat muscles throbbed and quivered, as she tried to swallow his gift, her face crushed against his gut, struggling for breath, as her nose lay firmly amidst his pubic forest.
Pulling away finally, Darin stepped back into his briefs and tucked himself in. Carlie stayed motionless, kneeling on the floor, gazing at him. She didn't know what to say. She didn't know what to think. Tossing her shredded clothes at her, he said casually, "Here. Get dressed. I'll drive you home."
Carlie was in a trance as she wrapped herself as best she could in the remains of her clothing. She tried to reply sensibly to his few remarks on the ride home, but could barely discern what he was saying. When he stopped in front of her house, she leaned over and kissed him. "That was delicious!" she purred. "Thanks!"
