Outside in our glossy wooden gazebo me and Suok were smoking the dream flower together at five p.m. Enjoying the day. Suok was curled up in my arms and laughing at her hallucinations of blue men who done a slap stick comedy act as carpenters.
For some reason, I decided to share a dark fantasy with her, it just rolled off my tongue. "How would you feel about trying a rape fantasy?"
Suok looked curious about it. She is Moasabai, but tall for her kind at 6'1". She has a beautifully toned body, and nice round double d's.
She replies. "How real do you want to get?"
I thought about this, now Suok is a martial arts master in both the Rebasa and the lethal Kubala. She has dedicated her life to training her body. She is an instructor who has trained many Sha Mi Zen to become champions in the professional circuit of Sha Mi Zen martial arts.
Knowing this, I do understand they also train to withstand pain. So with these thoughts in mind, I answer. "As real as possible."
Suok responds. "Let me get dressed into some old clothes, I dont care about getting torn, and shall we play like your a rapist, breaking into my home?"
I said. "Thank you, Suok."
Suok smiled at me as she got up. "I will enjoy the rush of adrenaline as well, my love." She started to walk inside our house while saying. "I just need a few minutes to get dressed."
I watched her nice ass sway as she walked inside. I gave her about ten minutes while I smoked down another dream flower stick. The nervous anticipation had my hands sweating out beads.
I took care to to steady my feet as the back door came open. I didn't know exactly where she would be, but I heard Curtis, Stumm, and Cloud playing, she is in our living room.
I entered the kitchen and seen her sitting down on our McDoogle white sofa. The pillows are very fluffy and feels like a dream when you sit on them.
She was wearing that purple half shirt with the matching Khaki short shorts by Omanura. With the knee high purple socks with toes.
Even though I knew she could hear me, I focussed on being as silent as possible as I approached her from behind. My heart was beating so rapidly the closer I inched toward her.
Once I was in striking distance, I made my move, slapping my right hand suddenly against her mouth. My left had a holt of the back of the back of the couch as I leaped over and onto the cushoins.
Suok bit my hand causing me to yelp, then slapped and clawed my face. She definitely was holding back, but wanted to provide realism. If she was serious, both my arms would have been broken by now.
But, the scene had fooled my mind, as she played along like she was scared and helpless, the scratches stung and even drew blood. She screamed out. "No!" While kicking me square in the forehead.
My neck jolted back, so I clinched my fist and struck her, I wanted to catch her in the cheek, but she turned and I bloodied her precious nose.
She started flailing her fists at me, with her elbows raised. I know she was holding back, but each blow sent drops of blood everywhere.
I grabbed a holt of her neck, just lightly squeezing, she played along like I was choking her, her face started even turning purple and I let go.
Suok grabbed my hand, and put it back. Whispering in my ear. "I'm okay, for realism baby."
Then she started hitting my forearm with each hand, one after the other trying to break my grip. I left myself open, and damn it, Suok delivered a strike right on my groin.
Another kick landed on my cheek which sent me off the couch holding my privates and belting out in pain. Suok screamed out. "Leave me alone!" While she got up and ran for the door.
I managed to pull it together through the pulsing pain I felt in my privates. Picking myself off the floor, I remembered a thing she taught me.
Both my hands grasped a holt of her shoulders, I planted my right foot firmly behind both of her legs and pulled her backward, sending her down on the ground.
Now, ordinarily, I wouldn't do this, but she kicked me between my legs, so I kicked her with the same force she used on me right below her ribs.
She curled up, then I climbed on top of her, rolling her body to pin her shoulders between my knees. She cried out. "No, please don't, please!" As I unbuttoned my jean shorts and pulled the zipper down.
To take total control, I slapped her face repeatedly with both my hands, making red splotches form across her cheeks. Then I leaned my body up to pull my half ready cock free.
Tears rolled down her face while I held onto her nose, while my head rested on her closed lips. She opened her mouth to breathe and in went my cock. I had a holt of her hair to pump her head back and forth on my member.