Authors: Cassandra Zara
He pushed down on the small of my back with
one hand while he pushed his cock into me. I moaned as he
penetrated my body. He felt so big, bigger than I had ever felt
before. He grunted softly as he pushed his way into me, burying
himself to the hilt. I had never felt so full. I wanted more, I
needed more. I began rocking my hips against him.
As I raised my hips, he pulled down on my
running shorts, pulling them to my knees. I opened my legs as wide
as my shorts would allow. He pulled out and I arched my hips up to
him, begging for more. He quickly dove back into me, slamming his
body against my ass.
I moaned into the gag, rocking my hips
against him. He pounded his cock into my pussy without mercy, his
balls slapping against me with a rhythmic clapping sound. He
grabbed my hips with both hands, forcing them up to put my ass high
in the air. He dug his fingers into my skin and I was sure I was
going to have bruises there the next day.
With a grunt he let go with one hand and
slapped it against my ass. He hit the same spot as before, leaving
a red hand print. I cried out, bucking my hips up against him as he
hit it again. My pussy tightened around his rod, and he slammed
even harder into me.
I pulled my hands against the rope, but the
bed refused to move. My nose pushed into the carpet, my body aching
for more. I had never been fucked so roughly and I was enjoying it
more than I thought I ever would. He softly touched the red mark on
my ass, the almost tickling sensation making me buck like a rodeo
stallion. The electricity in his touch shot through me, sending
tremors through my whole body.
I could tell that he was enjoying this too.
The strength in his hands as he put my body exactly where he wanted
it kept increasing. I could tell he was using me for his pleasure,
but everything he did only seemed to enhance my own. I wanted him
to use me, to violate me and take my body as his own.
I could hear rain hitting the window, big
splashes of water hitting the glass as the storm rolled in. With my
face pressed into the carpet, all I could see in the flashes of
lighting was the underside of my roommate's bed. Every time I tried
to twist around to see his face, he would grab me violently and
shove me back down. The more I struggled, the harder he fucked
me.
I felt his rhythm quicken. His breathing came
in ragged gasps as he worked his cock deeper and deeper into me,
pleasure surging back and forth between us. Lightning flashed and
thunder shook the walls. Rain splattered on the glass and the wind
howled in the trees outside.
I could feel him growing inside of me, and I
wondered if he was going to come within me. I knew Daisy was on
birth control, but I wasn't. He hadn't put on a condom. Part of me
was afraid that he would since I didn't want to get pregnant, but
another more primal part of me, craved to feel him fill me with
liquid.
He slammed one last time into me, driving his
cock deeper than I thought possible. I felt a spray of hot sticky
fluid shoot into me as he filled me with his seed. My own body
reacted to the liquid gush by exploding with pleasure. Every fiber
of my being vibrated and contracted around his cock, squeezing
every last drop of cum I could into myself. I felt my body draw his
seed deeper within myself, completely covering my insides with his
sperm.
A peal of thunder shook the foundations of
the house, as if the storm itself was orgasming. He slid out from
behind me, leaving a trail of liquid on my leg. He wiped himself on
the cloth of my shorts before standing. I heard the zipper of his
pants and then he walked over to the rope tying me to the bed.
"Count to 100. Do not get up before 100," he
growled. I gulped at the implied threat and I nodded. He untied the
rope to the bed and patted my head gently before leaving the room.
I counted slowly, letting my body relax. I could feel his semen
leaking out of me onto the floor by the time I hit 45.
I stayed down long after I hit 100 just
listening to the storm. Finally, I sat up and untied my wrists,
rubbing at them gently. I had red marks around them from struggling
against my bonds. With a groan, I stood up. A stream of liquid
gushed down my leg as I hobbled to the bathroom. The lights came
back on as I cleaned myself up and got a new set of pajamas from my
bedroom. My body felt bruised, but I was filled with a wonderful
sense of calm. The storm raged outside, but I was more satisfied
than I had been in a long time.
I walked downstairs, the lights bright and
cheery with the TV flashing. I couldn't believe it was still the
same evening. My phone sat on the coffee table, blinking. I frowned
and picked it up. One missed call and a voice mail from Daisy. I
hit the green button to listen to the message.
"Hey Cammy, it's me. Thanks for letting me
borrow your dress today. I just wanted to ask you to close my
window with the storm tonight. I forgot to close it this morning
and I only remembered when I saw the weather on the news. Oh, and
can you do me a favor? If Lance calls, let him know where I went.
In all the rush I didn't have time to call him, and now his phone
is off. Stay safe with the storm and I'll see you Monday!" Daisy's
voice clicked off and the mechanical female voice asked if I wanted
to save the message.
Suddenly, my phone began to ring again. I
smiled as I saw the name on the caller ID. Lance.
"Hey Cammy," Lance said casually.
"Hey yourself," I answered, trying to keep
the smile out of my voice.
"Do you know if Daisy is still around? I got
this weird message on in my voice mail saying she was gone for the
weekend. We were supposed to hang out, and I swear I just saw
her."
I smiled to myself. I didn't know how I
should play this, but I figured, one way or another, the truth
would eventually surface to one or the other of the couple.
"Funny you should ask..." I started.
About the Author
Cassandra Zara is a young woman in her 30s
who has wanted to write the kind of fiction she’d like to read for
a long time. It may sound cliché, but she really does love long
walks on the beach with her husband. Her new baby keeps her plenty
busy, but she's overjoyed to have people who enjoy her work.
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