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chillcatloverr · 6 days ago

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The fantasy I always go to is being coerced into sleeping with a man on a regular basis - a boss blackmailing me or a landlord taking sex for rent. I'm terrified and I dread the first session, it's all I can think about for weeks until it's finally time.

he leads me, shaking, into his bedroom. He tells me to take off my clothes and my heart races as he watches me, a bulge rising in his pants. I wonder how big it is, and shiver in what has to be terror when he shows me. I'm appalled to find myself wet when I pull down my panties.

He wants to keep it simple the first time, or I might be scared off, and he has big plans for me. So he lays me on my back and settles over me, and I feel the weight of a man pressing me into the mattress for the first time. His cock is pressed against my pussy and it feels so hard, so impossibly hot against me, I can't help but gasp.

He fills me slowly, and at first it hurts. He's bigger than anything else I've ever taken. I squirm under him, whimpering, and he holds me down more firmly, whispering in my ear as he buries himself so deep inside me I can feel his balls heavy against my ass, "you're taking it so well, such a good girl. How does it feel to lose your virginity?"

My whole body shudders, dripping pussy twitching around his cock. He smirks at me, but all I can do is gasp and whimper. He pulls out just as slowly, until just the head is inside, but before I can think about the needy sigh that leaves me I'm being filled again. Over and over, until the ache starts to feel good.

So good I stop thinking about the thing filling me so perfectly, or who it's attached to. I wrap my legs around him without thought, pulling him deeper. My hands releasing their death grip on the sheets and moving over a strangely hard, hairy chest, scratching over his sweaty back, tugging at his hair. I don't even think to protest when his mouth covers mine, just obediently suckle on his tongue through my now unrestrained moans.

I've never cum from penetration alone before, and yet I can feel the pressure building low in my stomach. His thrusts have become more frantic, his breathing fast and hot in my mouth. He only pulls out a few inches now, slamming back into me with a deep grunt in an increasingly jagged rhythm.

Somehow, in some dark part of my brain, I know what's about to happen. Suddenly, I'm terrified again - he never put on a condom. I never asked him too, I didn't even think about it. I'd never had to use one before.

"No, wait, please don't-" I start to beg, muffled by his mouth, but it only seems to push him over the edge faster. He ruts into me with long groan, somehow hitting deeper than I thought possible. I feel his hard cock throb, then jerk, then burst inside of me, thick ropes of his cum hot against my cervix. It feels endless, flooding me with him, filling my belly with his warmth.

I cum on his twitching cock with a shameful moan, writhing under his weight, my hips rolling and pussy spasming uncontrollably, milking him with my dripping lesbian pussy until I collapse, dazed and stupid. The deal is the whole night, so he keeps me like that, twitching on his half-hard cock for hours until dawn, until it's time to return to normalcy and try to pretend this didn't happen until the next month.

But every session is more intense. He makes me do more and more depraved things, stay for longer and longer. And I don't argue, because it feels so good. It feels so right. Eventually I don't even try to leave anymore...

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chillcatloverr · 12 days ago

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