Coasting into my driveway, he got us to my house safe. My feet are screaming... I pile up my shoes and the rest of my belongings, thank him for the ride in a giggling slurring, intoxicated manner; making it in my front door I drop my pile on the sofa next to the door. After a shower to wipe away the dirt and smell of the nightclub, I jump into bed naked. Oh, the sheets feel so nice and soft against my skin. My head is spinning and it only takes a min to pass out.
My dreams are hazy, I feel him in my room. It's weird, I just meet him. Why would I dream about him in my room. I can smell him. I wake up, it's still hazy, I'm not sure what's real and what's a dream; he is here, I feel him. I feel his hands all over my body. I can't remember his name, why is he in here? I try to remember if I invited him up. I didn't, I know I didn't. How did he get in here? My mind is racing. I tell him to stop, I tell him to leave... nothing is coming out. I can't speak. I'm paralyzed; I start to panic. I try to will my body to move, I tell myself to scream. He notices I am awake.
"Welcome to the party, mmmmm I'm enjoying touching you. When I saw you on the dance floor, I knew I would have you." He's whispering in his deep rugged voice, touching my breasts with one hand, tugging and messaging them roughly. I remember him watching me. I liked him watching me, I love being sexual and sensual while dancing. Letting anyone who wants to watch me. I was drinking, not heavily, yet it took me less than two drinks to feel intoxicated. Normally, I go with girlfriends to the club; tonight I went alone, I was horny and I wanted to fuck a random without my girlfriends shaming me.
I danced in a provocative way, it was nights like this that I loved my big DD cup size. I struggled with having large breasts since I was a child; tonight they are my favorite feature. My waist long hair was in large curls and smelled liked my lavender shampoo. I wore a sexy skirt without underwear. My large round ass forced my skirt to raise up, being shorter than appropriate and without underwear I was begging for a good fucking that night. Soon I realized I was drunk and starting to feel tired. I decided to go home without a prize, realizing I couldn't drive home, I stood waiting outside of the club for a taxi. A blue truck pulled in front of me, the passenger window rolled down and he was in the drivers seat. He was good looking and had a devilish smile. Now aware, I realized I hadn't used my best judgment. He asked if I wanted a ride, I shook my head no, he called me out on my thought; "It's just a ride, seriously, not a big deal." I started feeling silly and opened the door, got in and off we went.
He hovered over me on his knees and begins kissing my lips, slowly moving down to my neck and finishing by sucking hard and biting my nipples. A moan escapes me and it's the only noise I've been able to make. He smiles, "You're a naughty slut, aren't you." Moving his hands he starts rubbing my clit, his fingers slide easily, I'm wet and I'm furious I have no control over my body. He starts telling me what a whore I am. Only whores get wet that fast. I can feel my face go flush from embarrassment. I continue to try to scream no; only a few involuntary moans escape as his fingers began to enter me. He starts with one of his masculine and thick fingers.
I try to turn away, closes my legs, nothing works. "Let's find out how many fingers can fit inside your whore cunt." I feel him moving my legs even wider, I'm screaming "NO." Nothing comes out. His finger is moving in and out of me, slow at first then his rhythm speeds up. "Mmmm what a tight wet cunt." he says in a low sexy voice. Why is he turning me on. That voice, no, NO... stop... I can't get the words out. He pushed two fingers inside of me, he's finger fucking my harder and more aggressively now. He takes his other hand and starts to choke me. As I try to fight for air, for movement, for any kind of voluntary movement I can feel my body tense up and I can feel my body began to orgasm. NO! I don't want it this way. He has total control over me and just when I think I can't go any longer without air I orgasm and his hand comes off of my throat as he feels my orgasm with his fingers being pushed inside of me. "Good girl, that's my good little whore." he whispers to me.
