Fear
It wasn't the sleaziest hotel room I've ever seen, but it wasn't far off: the air conditioning units humming loudly just below the window, the narrow beds with their not-changed-since-the-70's bed covers. With the alcohol buzz wearing off, I started to wonder if this is really the best idea, when he grabs me from behind, his hands grabbing my breasts, rubbing his cock against my arse.
"take off your clothes" he instructs. I laugh before I catch the look on his face. He isn't kidding.
I start to undress, taking my time, teasing him with the movements. I pull my top over my head and slowly start to unbutton my jeans. Obviously I'm taking too long as he walks towards me, making me move backwards until I'm against the wall. I put my arms around his neck and pull him down for a kiss. He claims my mouth, his tongue pushing deep inside, his teeth clashing against mine. He pushes me harder against the wall, detaching my hands from around his neck and pinning them above my head. I start to smile, then stop as his eyes bore into mine. He grips both my wrists in one hand and spins me round, pushing me forward against the wall. I turn my head to the side to keep from being hurt, my mind immediately sobering as he yanks my jeans down, my underwear soon following.
"hey..." I start to say, then whimper as he shoves two fingers inside my tight pussy. He grinds his cock against my bare arse, the thin material of his boxers barely holding him inside. He bites my shoulder, hard, causing me to cry out. I move closer to the wall, trying to get away from him, which only seems to bring him closer. I start to struggle, my breathing getting faster as I realise that no-one knows where I am or who I am with.
"You filthy slut, don't pretend you don't want this" he growls in my ear as he fingers me roughly. He releases my wrists and puts his arm around my waist, picking me up as if I weigh nothing. I struggle against him and he throws me onto the bed, my arms breaking my fall as I find out precisely how thin the beds are. I turn over, as if to get up, and he gets on top of me, his height and strength no match for mine. He smirks at me, pinning me down again.
He kisses me again, slower, gentler this time, and I respond in kind. I kick my jeans off and wrap my legs around his, allowing him to pull me onto his lap so that I'm straddling him. He swivels slightly, and lays me back down, so that my head is facing the end of the bed. He unwraps my legs from his waist and gets up, standing above me, dropping his boxers to the ground. From my vantage point, all I can see is his long, hard cock, the head wet with precum, which he smears on my lips. I tentatively stick my tongue out to taste it, to lick the throbbing head, wondering what he'll do. He allows me to get his head nice and wet, before pushing it into my mouth. I tilt my head back, giving him a better angle, moving my hands onto his thighs to give myself better balance.
He grabs my wrists again, and I take a deep breath, already knowing what's about to happen, but powerless to stop it. He pushes his length into my mouth, as far as it will go. I feel the head of his cock pushing against the back of my throat, and I start to gag. He removes his cock and leans down, taking my chin in his hand
"You will not throw up on my cock"
"I might not be able to help it!"
"No, you will not throw up on my cock"
I nod, swallowing down my fear, hoping that my body can cope with his demands.
He pushes himself back into my mouth, slower this time. I relax my throat as much as I can, and take more of him inside. I start to gag again, desparately trying to swallow around him, trying to deny my body's natural reaction, tears starting to form in my eyes. He moves back again, then thrusts. Harder this time, pushing against me. Over and over, pushing deeper and deeper each time, until finally, my nose is buried underneath his balls, the head of his cock locked in my throat, tears streaming from my eyes.
"Yeah, take it like a slut"
He doesn't move back this time, keeping his full length inside me. I start to panic, unable to get air into my lungs. I dig my nails into his thighs, hoping the pain will motivate him to move, even an inch.
"oh no you don't. Remember who's in charge here"
I start to struggle, my body shaking as I make futile attempts to release myself. He keeps me pinned, totally in control. Just as I feel I'm about to pass out, he moves back, removing his cock completely. I start to cough, saliva dribbling out of my mouth as I struggle to get air back in my lungs. He stands above me, watching, waiting.
"Now, you're ready".
"take off your clothes" he instructs. I laugh before I catch the look on his face. He isn't kidding.
I start to undress, taking my time, teasing him with the movements. I pull my top over my head and slowly start to unbutton my jeans. Obviously I'm taking too long as he walks towards me, making me move backwards until I'm against the wall. I put my arms around his neck and pull him down for a kiss. He claims my mouth, his tongue pushing deep inside, his teeth clashing against mine. He pushes me harder against the wall, detaching my hands from around his neck and pinning them above my head. I start to smile, then stop as his eyes bore into mine. He grips both my wrists in one hand and spins me round, pushing me forward against the wall. I turn my head to the side to keep from being hurt, my mind immediately sobering as he yanks my jeans down, my underwear soon following.
"hey..." I start to say, then whimper as he shoves two fingers inside my tight pussy. He grinds his cock against my bare arse, the thin material of his boxers barely holding him inside. He bites my shoulder, hard, causing me to cry out. I move closer to the wall, trying to get away from him, which only seems to bring him closer. I start to struggle, my breathing getting faster as I realise that no-one knows where I am or who I am with.
"You filthy slut, don't pretend you don't want this" he growls in my ear as he fingers me roughly. He releases my wrists and puts his arm around my waist, picking me up as if I weigh nothing. I struggle against him and he throws me onto the bed, my arms breaking my fall as I find out precisely how thin the beds are. I turn over, as if to get up, and he gets on top of me, his height and strength no match for mine. He smirks at me, pinning me down again.
He kisses me again, slower, gentler this time, and I respond in kind. I kick my jeans off and wrap my legs around his, allowing him to pull me onto his lap so that I'm straddling him. He swivels slightly, and lays me back down, so that my head is facing the end of the bed. He unwraps my legs from his waist and gets up, standing above me, dropping his boxers to the ground. From my vantage point, all I can see is his long, hard cock, the head wet with precum, which he smears on my lips. I tentatively stick my tongue out to taste it, to lick the throbbing head, wondering what he'll do. He allows me to get his head nice and wet, before pushing it into my mouth. I tilt my head back, giving him a better angle, moving my hands onto his thighs to give myself better balance.
He grabs my wrists again, and I take a deep breath, already knowing what's about to happen, but powerless to stop it. He pushes his length into my mouth, as far as it will go. I feel the head of his cock pushing against the back of my throat, and I start to gag. He removes his cock and leans down, taking my chin in his hand
"You will not throw up on my cock"
"I might not be able to help it!"
"No, you will not throw up on my cock"
I nod, swallowing down my fear, hoping that my body can cope with his demands.
He pushes himself back into my mouth, slower this time. I relax my throat as much as I can, and take more of him inside. I start to gag again, desparately trying to swallow around him, trying to deny my body's natural reaction, tears starting to form in my eyes. He moves back again, then thrusts. Harder this time, pushing against me. Over and over, pushing deeper and deeper each time, until finally, my nose is buried underneath his balls, the head of his cock locked in my throat, tears streaming from my eyes.
"Yeah, take it like a slut"
He doesn't move back this time, keeping his full length inside me. I start to panic, unable to get air into my lungs. I dig my nails into his thighs, hoping the pain will motivate him to move, even an inch.
"oh no you don't. Remember who's in charge here"
I start to struggle, my body shaking as I make futile attempts to release myself. He keeps me pinned, totally in control. Just as I feel I'm about to pass out, he moves back, removing his cock completely. I start to cough, saliva dribbling out of my mouth as I struggle to get air back in my lungs. He stands above me, watching, waiting.
"Now, you're ready".