Shut up Slut - Ons Gone Wrong

Trigger warning. The following story while fictional, is heavily based on a real story. All the details are made up by me, but the entire overarching plot is from a real non-consencual encounter, so please read with caution.

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I excitedly sit in front of the mirror in my robe doing my makeup. After a month of stressfulnexams and little to no fun, it'll be refreshing to grab a beer and maybe get some much needed dick. I'm meeting a guy from tinder for some casual no strings attached fun. As I carefully apply eyeliner I think back to his message from last night.

"You should know, I get turned on by being dominant and sadistic. Is that something you'd be interested in" I've never texperimented with that, but kinky porn has always turned me on. "I've never tried it, but it could be fun to experiment," I answered him. Smiling at the excitement, I finish my makeup and head to the bedroom to pick out my outfit.

I start with the lingerie. Browsing through the options, I settle on the deep green set that pops against my milky white skin. A balconette bra that pushes up plenty of cleavage, even with my b-cups, with enough lace to show my hard pink nipples. A matching lace g-string that leaves little to the imaginations up front and disappears on the back. The classy garter belt hugs my waist gently and pairs perfectly with the black stockings. over it, I put on a nice pastel pink summer dress. Sexy but conservative. perfect for meeting with a Stranger. I start to put on a pair of pink stilettos and start heading out, but then I remember how far the bar is from the metro stop. Screw it, I'll put on a pair of canvas sneakers. I head out into the warm summer evening and speed walk towards the metro.

Long story short, we meet at the bar. He buys me a beer and we hit it off. He's charming and really nice. We bond over a few movies we both like and our shared nieche taste in music. he certainly passed the vibe check, so before he gets the chance to buy beer number two, I invite him back to my place. He orders a cab, and after too many minutes waiting in the now cold summer sunset, we go to my apartment.

I offer him a beer from my fridge, and we sit on the couch to watch a movie. We browse Netflix a bit, and we settle on one of those terrible jurrasic world movies with Chris Pratt. We laugh and mock the movie together. I lean into him and he pulls me close. He starts exploring. First he just gently strokes my arm. Then my thigh. He moves his hand gently up the inside of my thigh under my dress. I kiss him and he pulls me up to his lap. "Are you ready to submit?" I try to hide my smile and gently nod. "Good girl." Fuck that turns me on. He unzips my dress and gently takes it off me. Looking me up and down he complements my choice of lingerie with another "Good girl".

He gently pushes me off his lap and down on my knees. "Get it out and get to work slut". I unbutton his pants letting his cock spring out and gently start to lick and suck around the tip. He puts a hand around my head and quickly forces it all the way down his cock. I feel like drowning. I feel like gagging but I can't even do that. I feels like he's holding me there for an eternity. He finally let's my head bounce back and I open my mouth to ask him to be gentler, but before I can get a word out I'm back on his cock. His pipes brushing against my nose. I try to push away, but he just grabs my hands and force them behind my head. He thrusts away as he pleases. I feel him smirking down on me, getting more and more turned on as I gag unable to plead for him to stop.

He finally gets tired of fucking my face and pulls out. I cry and beg him to stop. While pleading I feel a sharp blow to my face. Then another one to my other side. Shocked I freeze for a couple seconds. Enough for him to turn me around and bend me over the sofa. He grabs the front of my panties and rips them off me, tearing the g-string. "Fortunately for you slut, you slobbered all over my cock." I feel him violently enter my ass. I scream and cry. "No stop. It hurts". I feel him exiting and I let out a sigh of relief.

He turns me around, spits on my face and laughs. "You signed up for this you dumb slut. Shut up, there'll be consequences if you're not quiet." I keep crying as he turns me back around and has his way with my ass until he finally finishes. He gets me on my knees again and forces me to suck off the mess on his dick. Humiliated I feel relief filling me, thankful that he's finally done.

Interrupting that thought, I feel him grab a fistful of my hair and uses it as a leash to lead me crawling into the bathroom. He leads me into my shower and holds my hands over my head. He starts pissing on my face and I try my best to turn away. I feel a kick to the stomach. "Look straight ahead and open your mouth you worthless urinal." I turn back, but I'm too scared to open my mouth. "Do as I say or regret it slut."

I look pleadingly at him, but again I just feel a kick. It's a little harder this time. Terrified I just open up and heave it all straight out of my mouth. For the first time I see the sadistic glare in his eyes as I painfully let him piss in my mouth. He finally finished and let's go, then disappears. I cry lying on the cold tiled floor of my shower while I'm soaked in his piss. My hair still dripping with it. My disheveled lingerie soaked in it, and my runny face ruined by it.