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I'm a pretty assertive girl. But, like most people, I have another side.
And I let him take me, when he wants me. I let him take me how he likes to. Even though sometimes it hurts. Even though sometimes is scares me a little bit. I'm such a rational and careful person. I have my life in such good control. I think that's why sometimes I like to surrender control. Let me tell you about last time, to give you an idea of what I'm talking about. You can take your dick out if you like. You can stroke it and picture him doing this to me if you want to- because it's all true.
The cursor blinked on the document. I stared at the screen, willing words to appear. The assignment was proving difficult and the ideas just weren't coming. But I'm a good student and I know how to persist. I'm in my second year at university now and I'm getting the hand of these difficult tasks and late nights in front of the laptop.
My phone vibrates and I reach for it, grateful for an excuse to look away. A text, from Him.
Hi Lumen. Haven't seen you in a while. I want to come round tonight- I'm really frustrated
My pulse increased as soon as I'd read it. Frustrated. I knew what that meant. And wasn't coming round to relax with me, lie around listening to music as the stress melted away. No. He wanted to come round and take it out on me.
Ok, see you in an hour? I knew that would be enough time to make a few notes for my assignment, tidy up my room a bit, and have a quick dash to the shared bathroom for a shower. The other students on my floor weren't in their rooms, they'd gone for a night out in the city. I was pleased about this- I don't like to risk them hearing me moan, whimper, cry.
Don't forget to take your make-up off
I walked the three steps across my small room to the mirror, to do as he asked.He always likes to see me with a bare face. I look younger that way. Except for mascara. He likes to see that run down my face. Is that sick? Maybe.
****
The hour drags- I'm nervous like I usually am, butterflies jump in my stomach and something in the back of my mind rings like a warning bell. I always feel like this. It's a lot to anticipate. And I know it'll be intense. But I always enjoy it.... somehow. I switch off the light and put my lamp on in its place, so the room has a low, mood-lighting-style effect. My shadow appears on the wall to watch over me.
I hear his knuckles tape the door, gently. He can be gentle when he wants to. I take a breath and go to open it.
"Hi Lumen," I can see the stress in his face- it's tight. The strong features are tense. The thick, carefully-messed hair isn't as carefully-messed as usual. It looks neater and that's a good sign that he's feeling frustrated. It's a warning sign. I don't say anything. I never do- not until afterwards. He follows me into the room and shuts the door behind him and turns the lock.
"Your friends aren't around?"
I shake my head.
"Good. I really need this."
He reaches out and his hands take me by my hips and he pulls my slender body towards him. He's not a particularly tall guy, but I'm quite petite and so he's looking down at me. I can see the hunger in his blue eyes. Can he see the fearful excitement in mine? He leans in to kiss me- tenderly. But I'm not fooled- I know what's coming soon.
"You have the softest lips," He says. I like it when he tells me this. Maybe it's true, maybe it isn't. But I like it. Our lips are familiar friends. He's always gentle with them. His right hand moves up my waist, sending a deep shiver through me. It runs back down again, tracing my slim curves. He slowly unbuttons my jeans but doesn't lower them. Then he reaches up to lift my t-shirt, and breaks the kiss to remove it. He throws it carelessly aside and I can hear his deep breathing and I know how much he wants me.
My bra is next to come off, and he stands back for a moment to get a good look at my small but firm breasts. My nipples are hard already. He leans down to give my left nipple a teasing lick which makes me shiver, and squeezes my breast- just hard enough for it to hurt.
"Down you go baby"
I obey. I always obey him. No one else can tell me what to do. But I always obey him. He stands there, unbuckling his belt, and takes it off. He places it on the bed and I kneel down on the carpet, never breaking eye contact. He drops his jeans and I can his thick cock straining against the thin material of his boxers, fully erect and ready. I lick my lips- he likes that. I slowly lower his boxers- his cock springs free, veiny with a swollen purple head.
I wrap my lips around the tips and suck gently, rubbing underneath with my tongue, summoning up more saliva to lubricate the head. He moans and grabs a fist-full of my shoulder-length dark hair. I know what's coming and try to relax- it's easier that way. With one hand he angles his dick carefully, with the other he keeps hold of my hair. He pushes it a little further into my mouth and lets go of it. It's deeper but I can take it like this. I move slowly up and down the shaft, to halfway, slicking it up with saliva. After a few more seconds, his greed takes control and he pushes me further down - his cock invades my mouth, filling it, and he starts to thrust roughly. I take it as best I can but soon I'm gagging, and have to pull myself free, coughing, spit oozing down my chin.
"Fuck that looks so good," He groans, and grabs my hair again. He pushes his cock back into my mouth and starts to fuck my face, gaining speed, and it goes deep, his balls starting to slap against my chin as he has his way with me. "You like that Lumen?" I can't respond but he doesn't need me to. He pulls out suddenly and I gasp for air and saliva runs down my neck. Then it goes back in and he pummels away harder than before. We've done this before but I still have a gag reflex, and there's only so much I can take. The swollen head of his cock nudges the back of my throat and I very nearly puke, spit gushing up and running over his shaft.
"Oh yeah, look at those tears," He whispers, and I know he's watching my mascara run down my cheeks. He can't resist pulling his cock out and slapping me with it a few times, before shoving it back in from a sideways angle to push out my cheek from the inside. Then he's out again, and undressing fully. I stay knelt down, catching my breath for a moment. I wipe the mess from my chin and then step out of my jeans and my blue cotton underwear.
He picks me up and throws me onto the bed. Then he's on there too and he's roughly parting knees and he's on top of me and he reaches down and guides himself to my soaked opening. He looks me in the eye and winks, before pushing into me. He groans again at my tightness, and I can't help but cry out as he suddenly fills me. His thick cock opens me up and it hurts and it feels amazing. He's halfway in, and pauses for a moment. He strokes my breast and then my cheek- then grips his hand around my neck and starts to thrust into me.
My breathing is restricted as he fucks me faster, harder. I shake and I moan involuntarily- I'm glad no one else is in at the moment. He's lost in the moment, smashing his cock into me over and over again. I open my legs wider, my yoga-flexibility allowing him in deeper, all the way down to his heavy balls. "Fuck fuck fuck!!"
Suddenly he pulls out and lets go of my neck and I can breathe freely again. He flips me over onto my front and covers me with his body. He takes a pillow and places it under my crotch to lift my bum slightly, before easing himself in to penetrate me from behind. He leans forward to lie and me, and starts to get into a fast rhythm. His his pull and out and then he smashes back into me, hard, over and over. With one hand he grabs a fistful of my hair again and forces my face down into the pillow. "You like this, don't you Lumen, you dirty little slut? Yeah?" I can only moan unintelligibly in reply as he fucks me.
He grunts as he thrusts into me, the slapping sound of rough sex fills my ears. My body is covered in sweat. I hear him spit, and then I feel him part my firm cheeks and wipe it on my tight arsehole. He teases it for a blissful moment and then rams his thumb inside, violating my virgin hole, making me gasp out loud. He starts to fuck me again and both my holes are filled and it feels slutty and disgusting and amazing. He slams into my pussy for several painful, wonderful minutes, and then I can feel my climax growing inside of me. It comes up quickly, filling me with heat, my pussy contracts suddenly around his shaft, clamping onto it tightly, and my arsehole grips his thumb and I come and cry out in the sheer filthy pleasure of it.
I shake for a few moments as it courses through me and then I'm spent, limp. He fucks me faster- he loves me like this, a warm doll with no resistance, and moments later I can feel his cock harden even more as his own orgasm comes through. He pulls out and grabs his cock and parts my cheeks and groans as he comes, sending his thick hot cum gushing over my arse and my pussy, running onto the bed to stain my sheets as he sprays it onto me......
********
We always lie together afterwards. Quietly. He hums and holds me in his arms. He can be gentle sometimes. My throat and my entrance are sore, but I'm happy and I'm satisfied. And so is he. For now at least.
And I let him take me, when he wants me. I let him take me how he likes to. Even though sometimes it hurts. Even though sometimes is scares me a little bit. I'm such a rational and careful person. I have my life in such good control. I think that's why sometimes I like to surrender control. Let me tell you about last time, to give you an idea of what I'm talking about. You can take your dick out if you like. You can stroke it and picture him doing this to me if you want to- because it's all true.
The cursor blinked on the document. I stared at the screen, willing words to appear. The assignment was proving difficult and the ideas just weren't coming. But I'm a good student and I know how to persist. I'm in my second year at university now and I'm getting the hand of these difficult tasks and late nights in front of the laptop.
My phone vibrates and I reach for it, grateful for an excuse to look away. A text, from Him.
Hi Lumen. Haven't seen you in a while. I want to come round tonight- I'm really frustrated
My pulse increased as soon as I'd read it. Frustrated. I knew what that meant. And wasn't coming round to relax with me, lie around listening to music as the stress melted away. No. He wanted to come round and take it out on me.
Ok, see you in an hour? I knew that would be enough time to make a few notes for my assignment, tidy up my room a bit, and have a quick dash to the shared bathroom for a shower. The other students on my floor weren't in their rooms, they'd gone for a night out in the city. I was pleased about this- I don't like to risk them hearing me moan, whimper, cry.
Don't forget to take your make-up off
I walked the three steps across my small room to the mirror, to do as he asked.He always likes to see me with a bare face. I look younger that way. Except for mascara. He likes to see that run down my face. Is that sick? Maybe.
****
The hour drags- I'm nervous like I usually am, butterflies jump in my stomach and something in the back of my mind rings like a warning bell. I always feel like this. It's a lot to anticipate. And I know it'll be intense. But I always enjoy it.... somehow. I switch off the light and put my lamp on in its place, so the room has a low, mood-lighting-style effect. My shadow appears on the wall to watch over me.
I hear his knuckles tape the door, gently. He can be gentle when he wants to. I take a breath and go to open it.
"Hi Lumen," I can see the stress in his face- it's tight. The strong features are tense. The thick, carefully-messed hair isn't as carefully-messed as usual. It looks neater and that's a good sign that he's feeling frustrated. It's a warning sign. I don't say anything. I never do- not until afterwards. He follows me into the room and shuts the door behind him and turns the lock.
"Your friends aren't around?"
I shake my head.
"Good. I really need this."
He reaches out and his hands take me by my hips and he pulls my slender body towards him. He's not a particularly tall guy, but I'm quite petite and so he's looking down at me. I can see the hunger in his blue eyes. Can he see the fearful excitement in mine? He leans in to kiss me- tenderly. But I'm not fooled- I know what's coming soon.
"You have the softest lips," He says. I like it when he tells me this. Maybe it's true, maybe it isn't. But I like it. Our lips are familiar friends. He's always gentle with them. His right hand moves up my waist, sending a deep shiver through me. It runs back down again, tracing my slim curves. He slowly unbuttons my jeans but doesn't lower them. Then he reaches up to lift my t-shirt, and breaks the kiss to remove it. He throws it carelessly aside and I can hear his deep breathing and I know how much he wants me.
My bra is next to come off, and he stands back for a moment to get a good look at my small but firm breasts. My nipples are hard already. He leans down to give my left nipple a teasing lick which makes me shiver, and squeezes my breast- just hard enough for it to hurt.
"Down you go baby"
I obey. I always obey him. No one else can tell me what to do. But I always obey him. He stands there, unbuckling his belt, and takes it off. He places it on the bed and I kneel down on the carpet, never breaking eye contact. He drops his jeans and I can his thick cock straining against the thin material of his boxers, fully erect and ready. I lick my lips- he likes that. I slowly lower his boxers- his cock springs free, veiny with a swollen purple head.
I wrap my lips around the tips and suck gently, rubbing underneath with my tongue, summoning up more saliva to lubricate the head. He moans and grabs a fist-full of my shoulder-length dark hair. I know what's coming and try to relax- it's easier that way. With one hand he angles his dick carefully, with the other he keeps hold of my hair. He pushes it a little further into my mouth and lets go of it. It's deeper but I can take it like this. I move slowly up and down the shaft, to halfway, slicking it up with saliva. After a few more seconds, his greed takes control and he pushes me further down - his cock invades my mouth, filling it, and he starts to thrust roughly. I take it as best I can but soon I'm gagging, and have to pull myself free, coughing, spit oozing down my chin.
"Fuck that looks so good," He groans, and grabs my hair again. He pushes his cock back into my mouth and starts to fuck my face, gaining speed, and it goes deep, his balls starting to slap against my chin as he has his way with me. "You like that Lumen?" I can't respond but he doesn't need me to. He pulls out suddenly and I gasp for air and saliva runs down my neck. Then it goes back in and he pummels away harder than before. We've done this before but I still have a gag reflex, and there's only so much I can take. The swollen head of his cock nudges the back of my throat and I very nearly puke, spit gushing up and running over his shaft.
"Oh yeah, look at those tears," He whispers, and I know he's watching my mascara run down my cheeks. He can't resist pulling his cock out and slapping me with it a few times, before shoving it back in from a sideways angle to push out my cheek from the inside. Then he's out again, and undressing fully. I stay knelt down, catching my breath for a moment. I wipe the mess from my chin and then step out of my jeans and my blue cotton underwear.
He picks me up and throws me onto the bed. Then he's on there too and he's roughly parting knees and he's on top of me and he reaches down and guides himself to my soaked opening. He looks me in the eye and winks, before pushing into me. He groans again at my tightness, and I can't help but cry out as he suddenly fills me. His thick cock opens me up and it hurts and it feels amazing. He's halfway in, and pauses for a moment. He strokes my breast and then my cheek- then grips his hand around my neck and starts to thrust into me.
My breathing is restricted as he fucks me faster, harder. I shake and I moan involuntarily- I'm glad no one else is in at the moment. He's lost in the moment, smashing his cock into me over and over again. I open my legs wider, my yoga-flexibility allowing him in deeper, all the way down to his heavy balls. "Fuck fuck fuck!!"
Suddenly he pulls out and lets go of my neck and I can breathe freely again. He flips me over onto my front and covers me with his body. He takes a pillow and places it under my crotch to lift my bum slightly, before easing himself in to penetrate me from behind. He leans forward to lie and me, and starts to get into a fast rhythm. His his pull and out and then he smashes back into me, hard, over and over. With one hand he grabs a fistful of my hair again and forces my face down into the pillow. "You like this, don't you Lumen, you dirty little slut? Yeah?" I can only moan unintelligibly in reply as he fucks me.
He grunts as he thrusts into me, the slapping sound of rough sex fills my ears. My body is covered in sweat. I hear him spit, and then I feel him part my firm cheeks and wipe it on my tight arsehole. He teases it for a blissful moment and then rams his thumb inside, violating my virgin hole, making me gasp out loud. He starts to fuck me again and both my holes are filled and it feels slutty and disgusting and amazing. He slams into my pussy for several painful, wonderful minutes, and then I can feel my climax growing inside of me. It comes up quickly, filling me with heat, my pussy contracts suddenly around his shaft, clamping onto it tightly, and my arsehole grips his thumb and I come and cry out in the sheer filthy pleasure of it.
I shake for a few moments as it courses through me and then I'm spent, limp. He fucks me faster- he loves me like this, a warm doll with no resistance, and moments later I can feel his cock harden even more as his own orgasm comes through. He pulls out and grabs his cock and parts my cheeks and groans as he comes, sending his thick hot cum gushing over my arse and my pussy, running onto the bed to stain my sheets as he sprays it onto me......
********
We always lie together afterwards. Quietly. He hums and holds me in his arms. He can be gentle sometimes. My throat and my entrance are sore, but I'm happy and I'm satisfied. And so is he. For now at least.
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