When She Wants It That Way

I was leaning back on my front porch, waiting for my guest to arrive. My guest was an old friend I hadn't seen in a while. Her name was Stacey Madison. She had moved away six years ago and we hadn't had much contact other than social media since then. But she was back in town now, dealing with family troubles, and wanted to catch up on old times. I was looking forward to it.

My name is Matt Miller. It was warm so I just wore shorts and a T-shirt, drinking lemonade as I waited for Stacey to show up. I didn't have to wait long as within a few moments her car was pulling into my driveway. Stacey got out. A hot little thing, barely five feet tall, slim and perky, brown haired, wearing a sundress, taking her sunglasses off. I towered over her as we hugged. I'm 6'7, muscular from working in a scrap yard and a lumber yard, with light hair and blue eyes. She blinked her brown eyes up at me and spoke. "When did you get taller?"

"I haven't," I said.

"Then I must have been away for a long while. I forgot how damn big you are!" she said now. We sat down on my porch. I gave her a lemonade too. "No beer?" she asked me.

"I don't day drink," I said. "It makes me unproductive."

"That's fair. So how have you been Matt?"

"Oh the same as ever. Nobody around here changes too much," I gestured to the street. We lived in a small town in the mid-west. One of those places where it felt like nothing ever changed. If it wasn't for modern technology, clothing, cars, and so on, this place would look like something out of a 1950's or 60's period piece drama. The people here worked the same jobs, often family jobs. Others moved away. Like Stacey here.

"Yeah, you're right. You do well though. Your parents are gone now?"

I nodded. My mother and father had both passed within three years of each other. I was just past thirty. They had left me the house. I worked my ass off at the scrap yard and the lumber yard to keep this place thanks to the astounding cost of life now. I also pulled shifts as a bouncer. Given my size, I was well suited for that task. All to make ends meat. Stacey was three years younger than me, only twenty seven. "So you are back. Have fun on your return to the town that time forgot?" I asked.

She laughed. We used that joke a lot back in the day. "I wish I could say it was fun," she said. "But my mom's not doing well."

I nodded. Her mother was losing a battle to breast cancer and wasn't expected to make Halloween. It was mid July, thus the heat. "I'm sorry you had to come back for such crappy reasons. But I'm glad to see you, little hottie."

She smiled and playfully flipped her dress at me. We'd hooked up back in our younger days. Her size made her easy to fuck and she loved being handled. I eyed her up intentionally, then spoke more. "So how long are you back?"

"My mom is setting things in order," she said finishing her lemonade. "For after she's gone. My dad is dealing with it as best he can. I was able to get a week to see her. Which is no easy task when you work retail in southern California. Tourists galore!"

"And hot guys on the beach for you!" I added.

Stacey smirked. "I won't say that isn't true. Because it is. But, well, let's just say a lot of them have failed to measure up."

"To me? I'm honored."

She laughed again. "Not just you, you big muscle-head! Though you did set the standard high," she winked.

"What are they failing at then? Small dicks? Bad at eating pussy?"

"No, no, nothing so mundane," she rolled her eyes. "If you want a guy bad enough, the size of his dick truly does not matter. I mean it's a bonus if they're packing, of course. But I've loved average or slightly below as much as I loved big ones like yours. And being bad at eating pussy is a problem that can be corrected through teaching."

"True," I conceded. I finished my own lemonade and set the glass down. "So where are they failing you?"

Stacey looked around in that embarrassed way, as if to check to make sure no one was around. "Truth?" she asked me. "They can't handle my interests. My...............kinks."

Oh this was new! The Stacey I had known was your average girl, sexually speaking. But then again, she was out in California now. So who knows what she'd learned to like. "Like what? How dirty you like it now?" I teased.

Stacey threw an ice cube from her lemonade at me, then laughed. "Well, yes. I suppose you could say that. But it's a different kind."

"Like what Stace? Out with it. You know I'm not the judging type."

Stacey sighed. "Okay, you're right. But no spreading this around okay?"

"I've always kept your secrets. I covered for you the first time you got drunk. First time you smoked weed. First time you had sex outside of a bedroom."

"You would have covered for me, since that last one was with you and your big dumb ass would have gone down for it too!"

"That's what happens when your dad is a cop," I said laughing. Her dad had been a cop in this town for thirty years. It made her life hard as a teenager, when she hit that phase that wanted sex and fun.

Stacey took a breath. "Okay. I'll tell you. But no laughing? You laugh once and not only will I leave, but I swear to God if there is one, I will never speak to you again!"

I nodded. Stacey's parents had shoved religion down her throat when she was young too. Thus her semi atheism. "I won't laugh, promise."

Stacey took another breath. "This is a recent development, actually. Something I only gained insight into within the last year. I did so by exploring seedy online sites where people share such feelings and desires without being judged."

I nodded. I'd cruised a few of those sights myself at times.

"So," she seemed to steel herself. "Have you ever heard of consensual non-consent? Or non-con for short."

I had to shake my head. "Honestly no. The name is a bit of a head scratcher."

"Yeah I know. But it's more polite than the other term. In short, this is what non-con is: A situation between two adults where it's agreed by both parties that they will be simulating sex like it's an assault. Like one of them, almost always the woman, doesn't want it."

"So it's like rape?" I asked, my eyes wide.

"I knew you were going to say that," she said rolling her eyes. "But yes. It's not actual rape because of the consent part of it."

"Okay," I said. "So you've discovered that you like non-con sex?"

"Yes!" she said enthusiastically.

"Why?" I had to ask.

Stacey seemed to consider the answer. "For most, it's the complete lack of control. Having it taken from them. The women in the stories I read, I mean. Being forced into it. But not really. Just playacting like it's the real thing. When I started reading that stuff, whew, I knew it was a kink. I hadn't gotten so horny from playing with myself since I first figured out how to do it. And there's more."

"Of course there is!" I joked.

She glared. "What did I say about laughing?"

I held my hands up. "I'm sorry. Please continue."

"Other parts of non-con play," she went on after her glare softened. "Some girls find they like...........being.........roughed up. I don't mean playfully slapped or having your hair pulled like I used to tell you to do. I mean real rough. Punched. Choked hard. Whipped with belts."

"Wow Stacey," I said. "I would have never guessed."

"Me either," she said. "Not until I found myself unable to stop thinking about it, fantasizing about it, reading abut it, masturbating to it."

"And this is where guys have failed you," I now reasoned.

"Yes! That's exactly right, Matty," she said. "Most guys are completely turned off by this kind of thing. Rough they don't mind. But simulating an assault? Some can't enjoy it. Guys have to want the power too. And despite how many guys say otherwise, they rarely do want to go that far. I've tried it once, with my last boyfriend. It was why we broke up."

"Ouch," I said.

"Well that and he didn't like me being an online perv while we were together," she added. "Guys are touchy about that too."

"A shoulder to cry on becomes a dick to ride on," I agreed.

"I wasn't looking for a shoulder to cry on," she said to me. "Or a different dick to ride on. I wanted to have someone help me change his opinion of the idea. But no such luck. When I told him where I went to get the advice, he accused me of cheating on him."

"His loss," I said.

"You're not surprised?" she asked.

"No," I shook my head and smiled at her. "Well maybe a little. But not to the point where it's a turn off. I dated a girl after you left that liked to have hot candle wax poured on her. I asked her why. She said it turned her on big time. I did it for her. She was always hottest, figuratively and literally, when I did that for her."

"Exactly!" said Stacey. She was sounding excited. "That's how it is for me. It's all about having no control and the guy being able to do whatever he wants with me, whether I like it or not. Use me, force me, be mean to me, hurt me within reason, mess with my mind," she leaned back in her chair. Her face was adopting a look I knew well. She was getting turned on. "It's what does it for me," she finished. "I still enjoy the other stuff, don't get me wrong. But I want this." She put that sexy tone girls use when they are hot on the word 'want'.

"You all wet now?" I asked jokingly.

"Yes," she said with no hesitation.

"But you haven't found anyone to do this with."

"No," she sighed. "I haven't. In fact, you're the first guy who hasn't been put off by it."

"Well I guess them fools out in California aren't as open minded as they seem," I said with a smirk.

She didn't smirk back. In fact, it looked like a light bulb had gone off. "No, they aren't. But you are. Maybe......you could do it with me."

I blinked. "You mean, a non-con encounter?"

Stacey smiled, somewhat nervous now. "Yes. You are the first guy that hasn't looked at me like I'm insane. Or said I watched the stupid Fifty Shades of Grey movie too much. I hate that movie for the record. Maybe you could be the guy to give it to me."

The thought of fucking Stacey was always good. It was why I invited her over today after all. A hook up for old time's sake. Never I did think she'd be asking me to assault her. "You think so?"

"Do you think so?" she asked me back.

I considered. Tossing her around was always fun. But this was multiple steps beyond the usual norm. She looked so eager. And I had to admit, thinking about it was pretty hot. "Okay," I said. "Let's just say that I did agree to do this. How would it work?"

Stacey looked excited I was considering it. "It would be much like I just told you. You would......take me and force me like you didn't know me, like you didn't care what I liked. I'd resist and you'd overpower me. You'd hit me-"

"I don't know if I can hit you," I said. "Aside from the fact an actual punch from me to your tiny self might do more legit damage than you want, I just don't know if I can haul back and deck you."

"Okay. That's sweet actually," she said smiling. "And you're right, if you punched my face, I'd be concussed at best. If you gut shot me, I might puke on you. And scat is not something I like," she shuddered. "But the rest? The hard hair pulling, forcing me, ripping my clothes off, acting like you don't know me and you just want to take me? Could you do that?"

I looked into her brown eyes that were clearly begging. Again, I felt that strange turn on about it. But I didn't want to promise something I couldn't deliver. "I can try, Stacey. For you."

She jumped up and hugged me. She was as soft and felt as good and sexy as ever. I squeezed her ass. She actually moaned, a telling sign of how turned on she was and how bad she did need this. "I can try," I said to her again.

"Thank you!" she said leaning back but still laying on me. "One other thing."

"More?" I asked in mock despair.

"What's your position on anal sex?"

"I'm not against it," I said.

"Have you done it?"

"Yes."

"I haven't. But I'd want you to force my ass too. Can you do that?"

"You little freak!" I said, spanking her again. She laughed. Then I looked into her eyes. "I can try. For you." I was turned on good now.

"I promise, you'll find you like it more than you know," she said. She felt my growing hardness and smiled sexily. "You already do."

"A little," I admitted. "But that might be more because it's been a while."

"That's hard. But you do work a lot. Can we do it? Tonight after dinner at my dad's? I'll come over here."

"Okay," I said. I could not believe how this was going. I never expected this from her. But I had to say something. "No screaming though. I doubt my neighbors will know it's consensual non-consent."

"Aw man," she said. "But you're right, I don't want the cops busting it up. I can do that."

"I've never done this before, obviously," I said. "And if I get too carried away-"

"Oh right! A safe word is commonly used in these kinds of plays in case one does get too into it. I'll say my dad's name! How about that?"

I laughed loudly. "That will certainly help kill any kind of sexual desire! He has that effect on people. Speaking of effects, can you help me out now?" I asked. I was rock hard.

Stacey smiled. "I think I should. I want you to last tonight. So you get the girlfriend treatment this morning." She slid down to my jeans.

"And you get raped tonight," I said.

Her whole body shook and she closed her eyes. When they came open she said to me "you have no idea how horny being told that just made me," she said. She undid my jeans and my big dick came free. "God, I can't wait for tonight!" she gasped. She went right down and sucked my dick into her mouth. I groaned. She bobbed her head up and down furiously, deepthroating me like she used to. She learned to deepthroat practicing on me back then. I haven't had sex in months since my last girlfriend didn't like how much I worked and how little time she had with me. I groaned openly, loudly. She licked up and down my big shaft, tonguing my head like it was ice cream. Then she plunged back down and sucked furiously, knowing I was nearly there already. And I was. I didn't even try to hold on and let go, finally cumming in her mouth with a low moan. She clamped her jaw down, taking all of it in her mouth. Then she came up and visibly swallowed.

"You're so good," I said.

"Thanks Matt," she replied, not a trace of cum in her mouth now. "See you tonight?"

"See you tonight." I agreed.

"Say it for me? Please?" she said.

I knew what she wanted to hear. So I leaned forward and spoke to her. "I'm going to fucking rape you!"

She had that look like she used to, when I knew she was horny and wanted to fuck or masturbate. "Can't wait," was her whispered reply. "When I show up tonight, you act like you don't know me and take me. I won't scream. You don't have to punch me. I will resist. Overpower me. Take both my holes. My dad's name is my safe word. If I don't say it, don't stop."

"I understand," I said. She got up and left in her car a short while later. I could not believe how this had gone. I wanted to fuck her when she came to town. I never thought Stacey would be game for being assaulted in this kind of manner. But even though she'd just drained me, the thought of doing so was a horny one and threatened to cause me to harden again. So I shook such thoughts from my mind and told myself to wait until tonight.

The rest of my day passed without incident. I had taken today off from all three of my jobs. I always took one day that was for me. When you worked this much, you had to. I found myself online, looking up some dirty stories about non-con writings to get an idea of how to do it. The basics are pretty simple. Force her like she doesn't want it. But I'd never once had to force a girl into anything, so I wanted to get into the mindset about it. I wanted to do good for Stacey, she deserved that given everything else she was enduring. I read a few stories, getting hard a couple times in the process. I think I might like this kink more than I ever knew. But finally, once I was satisfied, I got offline and went about the rest of my day as intended. She wasn't going to come over until later.

Finally around 9:30PM, she texted me she was on her way and reminded me of her safe word. I turned off the lights in my house, less my neighbors see through the windows and call the police. She pulled up, wearing the same sundress she'd worn this morning. She came up to the house and knocked on the door, like she was a stranger. "Hello? I was given this address by a friend," she said. "A blind date. I know, it's stupid and I can just go if you're not interested."

She was playing it up well. "Coming," I called. I opened the door and grabbed her arm, yanking her inside. She couldn't help but exclaim loudly. I prayed nobody heard. I took her by the arm and pinned her to the wall. I was wearing shorts and no shirt, to make this easier for me. She thrashed suddenly but I wrenched on her arm, threatened to break it. She stopped thrashing and I then grabbed her dress and begin pulling it down.

"No!" she said. Her tone was fearful yet I knew her enough to hear the telling signs of arousal. Good. I wasn't being too harsh. The arm thing I hadn't originally planned to do, just done instinctively. I ignore her, as she had said, and when her dress was on the floor, I took her by the throat with a choke.

"No screaming," I snarled in her ear.

She nodded and gave me a wink. I was doing it right! I choked hard but not enough to strangle. I then forced her up the stairs and into my bedroom, which was not visible from the neighbors houses. Once in my bedroom, I let go of her throat. She thrashed once more but I ignored it, growing turned on, and slapped her face hard. That stopped her thrashing. Then I ripped her bra off, causing her petite B's to spill out. I groped them hard, like an inexperienced teenager might. She moaned in both feigned fear and genuine arousal. I tore her panties off next. She then tried to break away but I yanked her back and slapped her face again. Then I shoved her on the bed.

"No, no, please," she moaned pitifully. No safe word, so I ignored her. I bent her over and pulled my shorts down. "God no!" she said. I rammed my dick into her tight pussy and began thrusting hard. Like I was raping her.

She moaned loudly, her pussy soaking wet. I was so turned on too, happy to be helping her live this fantasy safely, and enjoying the power she had mentioned. I groaned loudly. I thrusted in as deep as possible, not being easy with her. "No," she moaned again and again, tears in her eyes. The tears threw me off for a second and I paused but then she winked again, telling me it was the act. I resumed hammering her, manhandling her tiny body with my superior strength.

"You're meant to be raped," I heard myself say. She moaned at that. I'd not intended to say that, it just came out. But it only spurred me on. I hammered her pussy, not caring if she liked it or not. Her whole body convulsed and she came all over me, burying her face in my bed so she didn't scream. "That's right," I panted. "Cum from being raped."

"No!"

I turned her over onto her back. She tried to hit my arms and get away. I didn't want to slap her face again, so I choked her roughly until her eyes went wide. When I let go, she didn't resist, so I resumed hammering her, watching her face and her tits. Despite the act of not wanting it, her face was now mostly filled with desire and her moans couldn't be taken as pleas of terror. This only spurred me on and I was rougher with her than any woman I'd ever fucked. I slapped her perky tits until I got a real cry of pain, followed by her second orgasm on my unrelenting dick. Finally, I pulled out of her and turned her back onto her stomach. I spread her ass hard.