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A few months ago, I met a man at the bar while out with my girlfriends. The first thing I noticed about him was that he had strong, big hands. After only talking to him for 5 minutes, I began fantasizing about him choking me. I was so horny & I hadn’t had sex in weeks. It was hard to focus on what he was saying.

He bought me multiple drinks, constantly checking in to make sure I was feeling okay. He’d brush up against my arm to show interest & all the time maintained eye contact. He seemed so kind & genuine, yet I could tell he had potential to be an animal in the bedroom, especially after we danced on the dance floor a bit.

While we were dancing, I couldn’t help but notice the bulge in his pants. He had to have a thick cock. That made me even hornier. His chest hair peaked through the top of his button down, which, for me, was a huge turn-on. He was around 6’1 with beautiful dark hair, & he smelled heavenly. Even though he had a thick beard, I could still see he had chiseled cheek bones & gorgeous, pouty lips. I couldn’t help but imagine him kissing me all over. As I pushed my body up against his while dancing, I could feel his soft yet muscular body. He gripped me tightly & I almost melted in his arms.

After a long night of drinking & dancing, around 2 A.M., the lights in the bar started coming on. It was nearing closing time. He asked what part of town I lived in. I told him, “I just live down the street!” He offered to walk me home & I accepted. He walked me & my girlfriends back to my place.

While my girlfriends chatted amongst themselves on the walk home, he & I lagged behind so we could talk more privately. Our conversation got sexual really fast. He expressed that he really wanted to meet someone that he could explore his kinky side with. So, I confessed I was super into CNC.

He asked, “what’s that?”

I explained, “consensual non-consensual sex…” afraid I’d scare him away.

He took a breath, “Whoa. So, like rape?”

“Mhmm,” I said, unsure how he was feeling.

“Holy fuck…That’s hot. Tell me more!”

I told him, “I love to imagine being in a hotel, doing my makeup, when a big, strong man puts his hand over my mouth from behind, fucks me raw, then leaves me on the bed filled with cum.”

I told him everything! Every nasty detail.

When I was done telling him about my fantasy, I could see his eyes light up. He was intrigued. He said, “I want… no, I need to make this a reality for you.” I was pleasantly surprised, to say the least. We discussed the details & agreed on a “safe” word. Oddly enough, even when discussing rape play, this man managed to be a gentleman. He wanted to make sure that I knew he would stop at anytime if I became uncomfortable for any reason. That turned me on even more. We decided to let the anticipation grow, part methods that night, & meet again at a hotel the next weekend. I had hoped we would sleep together that night after the bar, but what I ended up getting was so much better than that.

The next weekend, just like I’d imagined, I was in the washroom doing my makeup, wearing red fishnets from head to toe. My makeup looked perfect. I was wearing a stunning deep shade of red on my lips & a fierce cat eye, only for them to get smudged minutes later. Just as I was finishing up the winged liner on my left eye, I felt a hand cover my mouth from behind. It was him. He whispered in my ear, “make a sound & you’ll regret it. Do everything I say & you stay safe. Take your fucking clothes off.” I did as I was told. He was so strong & a rush of adrenaline was coursing through me.

He slapped me & told me to get on my knees. By this point, I was soaking wet already. Just the wondered of what was about to happen made my pussy creamy. He bent over & choked me until my eyes watered. It was painful, but for some reason, I craved more. I needed more. He slapped me again & said, “choke on Daddy’s cock, now.”

I slowly took his cock in my mouth. The tip was so swollen. It was the thickest cock I’d ever seen. While I was sensually licking the tip, he thrusted it all the way down my throat. I couldn’t breath. I could feel myself turning red, tears streaming down my face.

He pulled out, choked me & said, “what a good little slut. You don’t need to breath,” and slammed his cock down my throat again. Slobber was dripping down my neck, onto my tits. And I was loving every second of it.

I tried to scream & get away, but my throat was full. I couldn’t make much noise. Then, he pulled out & said, “on the bed, slut.”

*To be continued* . . .

NSFW: yes

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