I masturbated to orgasm three times today. I think all three times had some variation on Barry taking me from behind. This fantasy involves a me named "Celia." I'm a bit snobby and I look down on him. He disgusts me. He also wants me, something I can pick up on subconsciously but am not aware of.
One night, I'm sneaking through his house to steal something of his. I'm dressed in black sweatpants and a black sweatshirt. I'm just sneaking off with his stolen merchandise when I feel him grab me from behind. "Gotcha," he whispers.
I instantly start to struggle, but he's too strong to let me go. He's got me trapped in a bear hug. He drops to his knees, taking me down with him.
"Please, let me go," I beg him.
He chuckles. "And why would I do that, hmmm?" He lowers his lips to my neck and I shudder.
"Ooh...What are you going to do to me?" I ask as he bends me over the couch, face down. We both already know the answer.
Before responding, he thrusts three times, slowly, against me. Then he leans forward and murmurs in my ear, "I'm 40 years old, single, and very horny. I think you know what I'm going to do." I whimper and he kisses my neck again.
"I've wanted you, Celia," he continues, holding me tightly with one arm while touching me with his free hand. He touches my breasts, my belly, my thighs, my ass. "I know how much you hate me, how disgusted you are by me...it makes me so hot." I hear him unbuckle his belt, and I suddenly feel his very prominent erection poking at my backside. He continues to rub his cock against my clothed bottom, and I groan in disgust. "I knew you'd be the most fun to humiliate. I could get myself off several times a day just by stroking my cock and thinking about how I could make you squirm in humiliation."
He starts to pull down my pants, and the arm that is holding me curls tighter, and he begins to caress my face. I struggle, but it's no use.
"Open those legs for me," he says. When I refuse, he doesn't seem upset, but instead begins to rub his cock against my outer lips, which makes me gasp and squirm. He reaches around and begins to tease my cunt. "You can't resist me, Celia. I'm going to fuck you. And I'm not easily sated. You're going to get fucked again...and again...and again." I whimper and he chuckles. "I'm going to ride that sweet pussy of yours all night long. And it won't end there. No, Celia, you're going to be my slave."
"No," I moan. "No!"
"Every time you whine with disgust or moan with humiliation...or with pleasure...it's a small victory for me. Whether you're begging for me to fuck you or begging for me not to fuck you...whether you love me or hate me, it doesn't matter, because everything you do gets me so fucking horny I can't stand it." He's teasing me with his cock, and unconsciously I'm opening my legs a little more with each word. He's making me wet, and he knows it.
