"Chuck?" I called out my boyfriend's name as I entered his dark apartment. I switched on a lamp on a nearby table and made my way towards the back of the room. "Chuck?" I called again, a little louder. "I'm back here baby!" came his answer, from the direction of his bedroom. I walked down the hallway and pushed open his door. He was stretched out on his bed in the dark, wearing nothing but his dark green cotton boxers.
This wasn't unusual; he usually laid out in front of the fan after his shower. I gave his body a good once over - he was, by far, the sexiest man I had ever gone out with. He was 6'1, 190 lbs, very muscular but not bulky, light brown hair that he wore feathered down to his shoulders and a neatly trimmed goatee. His body was a golden brown color from his days on the job site as crew foreman of a construction company. As my eyes wandered down his body, I couldn't help but notice the bulge in the front of his shorts.
Chuck and I had been dating for a few months, and our physical relationship wasn't up to his standards. I knew he was getting frustrated with me, but I had my reservations about sleeping with him. It had nothing to do with my self-confidence - I think I'm fairly attractive. I'm 5'9, 140 lbs with a runner's physique, shoulder-length dark brown hair that is layered and hazel eyes. I'm very curvy with a slim waist and 44D tits. I knew I received appreciative glances from the male population, but I didn't go out looking for the attention. I dressed conservatively, and I didn't flirt a lot. I had Chuck, and I was happy.
Unfortunately, he wasn't. He knew he was good-looking, and he knew he could have any woman that he wanted, and he wanted me. But I wouldn't give in to him. This isn't to say that our physical relationship was null and void; we had been making out since our first date. We kissed and touched each other, but it hadn't gone beyond that. We hadn't seen each other naked. And I knew that irritated him. But he told me he understood, and he would wait until I was ready.
That's why I didn't think anything of him lying in bed half-naked, calling me over to him. I loved moments like this, when he just wanted to hold me and cuddle. It made me feel safe and loved. So I happily crawled in next to him and snuggled close, breathing in the intoxicating scent of his soap and aftershave. He kissed me lightly on the forehead as he held me, and I laid my hand on his chest. I loved the feel of his chest...the way his muscles tensed as I lightly dragged my fingernails up and down, playing with his hair. He reached his free arm across our bodies, cupping my chin in his hand and raising my face up to his, catching my mouth in a tender kiss.
I returned it, gently running my tongue across his lips. He accepted my invitation, opening his mouth wide on mine, darting his tongue quickly into my mouth, running it over my teeth, tongue and lips. He was an expert kisser; when we started dating, I was very innocent and inexperienced. He quickly changed that, teaching me how to use my tongue and teeth to pleasure him. He crawled on top of me, and I wrapped my arms around his neck, allowing him greater access to my body. His tongue filled my mouth and danced with mine. He used his strong legs to spread mine apart, and he positioned himself so that his growing erection was nestled in my crotch. He gently rocked his hips back and forth, up and down, slowly humping my fully-clothed body as his kisses became harder and more needy.
I ran my fingers through his hair and my hands up and down his bare back, completely enjoying the sensations he was causing. He had one hand behind my head, holding it steady, while the other moved down to my breasts. He began to fondle my tits roughly, kneading the soft flesh in a way that made my pussy tingle with excitement. He pinched my nipples, causing me to moan against his mouth. He broke our kiss, moving his mouth down my neck. I rolled my head to the side, allowing him access to the nape of my neck. He began to kiss, lick and suck my flesh, and it felt so good. His breathing had become shallow, and the grinding of his pelvis into mine was harder. I spread my legs wider, raising my hips slightly. He groaned, and his ministrations on my neck became rougher. I knew we had to stop...it wasn't fair to get him so worked up and not help him relieve his pent-up desire.
"Chuck...mmmm...baby, we've gotta stop..." I said breathlessly. He groaned again, but this time from frustration, not pleasure. But he didn't stop; instead he picked up the pace, pushing his cock harder and harder into me, so hard it almost hurt. "Chuck..." I said again, but he placed his mouth back over mine in a rough kiss, stopping me from voicing more protest. I began to get a little nervous; in the past, he would stop with little or no complaint. I quickly put my fears in check, telling myself that this wasn't bad, that if he wanted to do it this way that it was okay. But I quickly found out that it wasn't.
Chuck removed his hand from behind my head and drew my arms from around his neck. He lifted both arms above my head, pinning them so that I couldn't move. He stopped humping me, moving his body up onto my waist, totally incapacitating me. He looked me in the eyes, and I saw lust and rage. "Chuck, please..." Before I knew what was happening, he was holding my wrists together with one hand as the other came crashing down across my face. The blow stung, tears instantly sprang to my eyes.
"You've been nothing but a tease." he said fiercely. "But not anymore. I'm gonna fuck your brains out, and you're gonna let me." I struggled against him, but he was too strong for me. "Please Chuck, stop!" I was on the edge of hysteria. He saw the look of fear in my eyes, and he laughed menacingly. He let go of my wrists, bringing both of his hands down onto my tits, grabbing and pulling the flesh. I pushed against his shoulders, fighting him, trying to get him off of me, but to no avail. He laughed again.
"Go ahead, tire yourself out...it'll be even easier for me to shove my dick up your tight pussy!" I started to cry, because I knew he was right. Then I remembered that his roommate, Kyle, was right next door. I set myself up to scream, but he clamped a hand tight over my mouth. "Don't even think about it, bitch!" he whispered, his face right up next to mine. "You try to make noise, Kyle will come in here...but he won't come in here to rescue you! He's wanted to fuck you for a long time, too. So I wouldn't call attention to this if I were you!" I knew my fate was sealed. I relaxed my body. He chuckled. "Good girl. Now just stay that way. You might just enjoy this!"
He lifted my shirt up, uncovering my sore tits. He licked his lips hungrily, and began to devour my bra-clad boobs. I turned my ahead away and shut my eyes tightly, trying to ignore his teeth and tongue on my bare flesh. I was horrified at what was happening in my mind, but my body was becoming excited. He lifted my bra up, totally exposing my breasts. My hands began clenching the sheets; damn my body for reacting this way! I didn't want this...I wasn't ready! But the burning wetness I felt between my legs said otherwise...
After my tits were red from his attentions, he made his way down my flat stomach, leaving a trail of wetness with his tongue. My body let out a sigh, and I could feel his sinister smile against my skin. He traced circles around my belly button as his hands undid the button and zipper on my jeans. He lifted my hips up with little effort; my body was like jello to his touch. He slid my jeans down my long legs, and my underwear quickly followed. I felt violated, but at the same time extremely turned on. I noticed the approving gaze he was giving my pussy - I kept it almost completely shaved, with a small patch of hair at the top and along the edges near my lips. He pulled me to a standing position beside the bed none-to-gently, pulling my shirt completely off and disposing of my bra. I stood before him completely naked.
"Take off my shorts." he demanded huskily. He pushed me down to my knees and I timidly raised my hands to the waistband of his underwear. I hooked my thumbs around the elastic and slid them down slowly, fear and a little excitement causing my hands to tremble. His cock sprung out of it's confinements, standing straight up just inches from my face. He had told me that he was about 7 inches long and 2 inches wide, but I knew he was bigger than that. The bulbous head was three shades of purple and throbbing from his massive erection.
"Take it in your mouth..." he whispered, pushing his hips toward my face. I clamped my mouth shut, my instincts taking control. He forced the head on my lips, but I refused to open my mouth. Suddenly, I felt a pain sear through the back of my head - he had reached behind me and yanked a handful of my hair. I cried out in pain, giving him enough time to shove his cock deep into my mouth. I gagged and almost bit down, but I caught myself in time.
