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All characters are over the age of 18. This work contains themes including non consensual sex and impregnation. Any readers who may be sensitive to these themes should not read this story and should also leave the NON CONSENT and RELUCTANCE tab of literotica. I hope you enjoy this story and I look forward to reading your feedback.
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Fridays were always my favorite day of the week. Saturdays are great and all, but Fridays have this air of opportunity. You get done with work and then have all night long to do everything or nothing at all. To me, Saturdays always had a sense of urgency, a feeling that I needed to go out and do something before the Sunday uglies came with things like grocery shopping and laundry demanding my attention.
So after an extremely long week at work, when Friday finally came around, I was eager to get to my boyfriend's house, open a bottle of wine, cue our favorite Netflix show, and then go to bed. When I made it home to get my overnight bag ready for the weekend, I decided on a hunch to shave my legs and throw on a sexy black lace bra and matching underwear, hoping Max would want to take the frustrations of the week out on me in the bedroom rather than on the bottle of wine. It was his favorite underwear set, he just couldn't resist the sight of my triple D tits threatening to spill out over the bra cups or the way the thong accentuated my ass. To the majority of guys I was chubby, maybe even a little fat. but Max didn't care, "more to love" is what he always told me. And it didn't hurt that my chest and rear end gave me a nice shape.
After packing my toothbrush I grabbed my bag, locked the door to my apartment, and made my way out to my car. The feel of my soft denim jeans was delicious on my freshly shaved legs, and when I sat down behind the wheel and made my way onto the road, my pussy was already beginning to get wet with anticipation. I had intentionally paired the skinny jeans with a low cut blouse to tease Max, but showing so much cleavage boosted my confidence and made me feel like a sex goddess. When I pulled into Max's driveway I was thoroughly hot and bothered.
"You look hot," he said when he greeted me, his piercing blue eyes roaming my body appreciatively. I planted a hot, passionate kiss on his lips and dumped my bag by the door just moments after it swung closed. My arms immediately wrapped themselves around his neck and he responded by moving his hands down to cup my ass.
"You're not wasting any time, I see," he said flirtatiously.
"I have had the worst week. I just want you to throw me on the bed, fuck my brains out, and make me forget about it," I replied breathlessly, my heart pounding in my chest.
Without another word, Max led me back into his bedroom. He pushed me down on the bed and stripped off his shirt, revealing his soft stomach and happy trail. Like me, he was soft around the edges and lacked the macho hypermasculinity you saw in men who modeled for magazines or acted in movies. He was perfectly average, just shy of 6 feet tall with soft brown hair, and a dick that was a little longer than 5 inches. But he was mine. The sex was hot, and his heart was even better.
When Max was fully naked he climbed on the bed, unbuttoned my jeans, and peeled them off my legs. He ran his hands over my smooth skin, kissing the insides of my thighs until I was moaning softly. My top came off afterwards and I could've sworn I heard a soft growl rumble from his throat when he caught sight of my bra. His lips roamed down my neck and to my heaving chest and I could feel his hardening cock pressing against my panties.
"Take of your bra," he whispered in my ear, and I shook my head. He paused, "are you okay?"
I scooted out from underneath him and opened his bedside table, taking out a pair of handcuffs. "Lay down," I said firmly. He looked at the gleaming metal nervously, whenever we used this it was always me chained to the bed, never him.
"I said, lay down." He did as he was told and I looped the chain of the handcuffs around a piece of the headboard before locking his wrists in. He was laying on the bed naked, his hands above his head. I removed my bra as he had asked before, my tits spilling out and into full view. My nipples were already standing at attention, my pussy was soaking wet.
Leaving my panties on, I scooted down the bed and took his cock in my mouth. I could feel him straining his hands against the handcuffs, and I knew he longed to run his fingers through my hair as I sucked him off. His hips rocked in sync with my mouth which was wrapped tightly around his shaft. He let out a groan when I paused to let my tongue tease the head of his cock and taste his precum. When my jaw got sore from holding it open I decided to rile him up further, sucking on his balls a little before running my tongue up the underside of his shaft.
"God I want to fuck you," he said breathlessly. When I stood up and dropped my thong, his eyes never left my body. He fixated on my freshly shaved pussy. To tease him, I propped my foot up on the bed, giving him a clear view of how wet I was, and I used my fingers to play with myself. First rubbing my clit, and then to finger my tight fuck hole. That was the best part really, even though Max's cock was average, my pussy was unbelievably tight. I couldn't comfortably fit more than two digits inside me and could maybe squeeze in three... but only if I had been good and thoroughly fucked.
"Please, Rachel," he panted, "I want you to fuck me so badly," I slid my fingers in my mouth to taste myself, enjoying the sweetness. He groaned again, knowing I was doing this intentionally to drive him crazy.
"You want me to fuck you?" I asked and he nodded.
