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Introduction:

This is my first attempt at writing a story for others... Constructive critisism only please!

As I unlocked the door and entered the house, I felt like someone was there. Dropping my backpack by the stairs I turned to find myself face-to-face with a man standing in my doorway. My first reaction was to run, but the fact that the man was standing between me and the door immediately squashed that idea.

“You need to leave…my…my dad will be home soon.” I managed to say.

The man rolled his eyes and laughed. “That’s funny Kylie, because I know your dad’s in Vegas for the weekend.”

I swallowed hard. How could he know that, and how the hell did this man know my name?

“That means that you have the pleasure of my company for the whole weekend.”

It suddenly dawns on me what he wants, and panic sets in. My lean, toned runners body tenses up as I decide to try to get to the back door. I sprint down the hallway and reach the back door, frantically trying to unlock it I feel the man’s body push up against mine and hold the door closed.

“Kylie, you don’t want to leave yet. The party hasn’t even started.”

His breath smells like menthol cigarettes and whiskey. I start to shake as he runs his hand up my back and into my hair – taking a fistful of my auburn hair and yanking my head back.

“Let’s get a few things straight here. I am in charge. You are going to do everything I tell you to, and you’re not going to scream or kick or try to get away again or I promise you, your dad will come home to your lifeless body. Got it?”

I try to nod, but the man is holding my hair so tightly I can’t. “Yes,” I weakly say. The tears welling up in my eyes start to pour down my cheeks.

“Good.”

Still holding my hair he drags me back down the hallway and up the long curving wooden staircase. At the top of the stairs he doesn’t hesitate and heads straight for my bedroom. Once we cross the threshold he pushes me forward and closes the door behind him. I can tell he’s been in my room for a while. My dresser drawers are tossed through and there are things all over moved from their places.

I turn to stare at him. He’s ruggedly handsome. At over 6 foot tall he towers over me. He is clean shaven, his square jaw and crew-cut brown hair reminds me of a military man, and so do his muscles. This is a man who takes care of himself, his strong arms and chest show through his light cotton shirt. In any other circumstances I would be drooling over him, but right now I am terrified.

He is silent, his eyes devouring me. I can feel him looking at me. I’m only 5’3” tall, and try to take care of myself. I am a cross-country runner and a cheerleader. With green eyes and shoulder length auburn hair that frames my slender face, I am strong yet petite. My B-cup breasts are bouncy and fit my small frame perfectly.

“Take of your clothes. Start with your shirt.”

I just stare back at him like I didn’t hear him.

*Slap*

He hits me so hard I fall backwards onto the bed. My cheek stings like nothing I’ve ever felt before.

“Hesitation is not an option. Ignoring my orders is not an option. Now, shirt.”

Tears of humiliation and pain are streaming from my eyes as I slowly stand up and begin to take off my t-shirt. I pull it up over my head and hold onto it for a moment before dropping it on the floor. Not knowing what to do next I stare at the floor, waiting.

“Jeans.”

His orders are short and to the point and I don’t want to get slapped like that again, so I quickly unbutton my pants and drop them to the floor, kicking them away from me. My bra and underwear match, blue and black cheetah print. The bra just barely covers my nipples and pops my breasts up, while the bottoms are silky and cover just enough of my ass to not be called a thong. I can tell he is excited by what I am wearing.

The man starts rubbing himself through his jeans as he tells me to slowly turn around. I turn in a small circle in front of him. When I come back to face him he is grinning from ear to ear.

“I could tell you had a tight little body, but damn. So tell me, Kylie, what have you done with a man?”

I had been with a few boys my age, but nothing ever went beyond groping and giving a blow job. I was saving myself for the right person, someone I knew I could be with and marry, and none of the boys at the high school were long-term commitments. I explained this to him with a shaking voice and I could tell by the look in his eyes that this excited him even more.
“So no one’s penetrated that sweet little cunt of yours, huh?”

I shook my head.

With that he advanced towards me grasping at my breasts. When I tried to push him away he slapped me again and gripped my hair with his fist. His free hand wandered all over my chest, finally unhooking my bra and playing with my nipples. Slowly they became hard with his tweaking and pulling. He bent down and lightly licked one and then the other, blowing on them between licks to get them as stiff as possible. My breasts were just big enough that he could hold them in his palm fully. He massaged and prodded them. I could feel myself beginning to get excited by this man’s exploration of my breasts. Eventually his hand began to move south. As he rubbed me through my underwear, I gasped.

“Oh, you little slut. You’re wet.”

“Please…you don’t have to do this…” I whispered, embarrassed and frightened that my body was giving into this intruder’s touch.

“I know I don’t, but with a tight, wet cunt like yours just waiting to be taken, how can I resist?” And with that his fingers moved the cloth separating him from my now swollen lips and began stroking my clit in earnest.

My body began to betray me even further. Unable to get away from him I could feel my body tingling and twitching with each stroke. He removed his fingers and brought them up to my mouth, forcing me to lick them clean.

“Good girl,” he said as he removed his fingers. He backed away from me a step or two and began removing his own clothing. His chest and abs were rock solid and as he removed his work boots and jeans, I could tell he was massive. His cock clearly standing straight up, almost protruded from the top of his boxers. As those were removed his hard 9” cock fascinated me. As much as I wanted to I couldn’t look away.

“You like this dick baby? Why don’t you show me how much you like this dick.” His hand grabbed the back of my head and forced me to my knees in front of him. “You said you had sucked dick before, let’s see how good you are.”

Terrified of being slapped again, and being turned on by the enormous penis in front of me I grabbed the shaft and placed my mouth over the head. It was salty with sweat and sweet from the pre-cum forming on the tip. I slowly began licking the length, as far as I could (which wasn’t very far) and bobbing my head up and down. I heard him groan each time I went further down. I was enjoying myself, even though I was being forced to do this.

“Take the whole thing.” I heard him say, but I knew that I couldn’t get any more of him into my mouth. When I tried and couldn’t, he grabbed the back of my head with both hands and told me to open my mouth.

He began to slam his large cock into my mouth and then into the back of my throat. I felt sick. I gagged and coughed and he only stopped for a moment before he was doing it again. Finally after several thrusts he had his entire dick in my mouth and his balls were resting against my chin. He held it there. I couldn’t breathe.

“Oh God…fuck yes…” he was saying as he again started fucking my face. He was rough and fast, thrusting in and out of my mouth while I continued to fight my gag reflex.

“You wanna taste me baby? You better swallow it all.” He said as he began to shoot long strings of hot cum into my throat. It tasted so good, and I found myself sucking his cock to make sure I got every drop.

“Oh, you’re a good little bitch,” he said as he slid his cock out of my mouth. “You suck dick real good. Now, let’s see how you taste…”

The man grabbed my shoulders and practically lifted me off the ground, shoving me back on my bed. Instincts kicked in as he began to climb on top of me. I kicked and scrambled to get up, but he was too fast and strong. He slapped me again across the face, stopping my struggle immediately.

“I didn’t want to do this,” he said as he reached up to my bed frame and pulled down a piece of rope. “But if you’re going to struggle, I’m going to tie you down.”

“No… please.”

But it was no use; the man forced my hands above my head and quickly secured them.
Almost immediately he began to run his hand up and down my chest. My nipples sprang into hard little nubs at his touch. He lowered his head to my breast and his tongue began to make little circles around one nipple while his hand groped and prodded my other breast. He began nipping at my tender breasts and I could feel my breathing getting rapid.

“Please…” I begged, “Please don’t.”

He barely lifted his head from my chest as he said, “Oh, baby… but you like it.”

“Please don’t do this.” I begged him again.

Frustrated with my begging the man stood up and walked to the end of my bed. Reaching down he picked up something from the floor, and then came back to the bed.

“Guess I’m going to have to gag you too.”

Forcing my legs apart the man took my underwear and rubbed it against my soaking pussy lips. Once my underwear had been drenched with my juices the man brought it to my mouth.

“Open-up.”

Horrified I clamped my mouth shut. The smell of my pussy was nauseating.

*Slap*

“Do you like being hurt, Kylie? ‘Cause you’re making me hurt you an awful lot.”

Tears streaming down my face and my cheek stinging, I shake my head ‘no’.

“Well, you’re not doing what you promised me, which is obeying me. And I’m starting to get pissed. You don’t want me pissed, so open your dirty little mouth.”

I can hear the tension in his voice. Reluctantly I open my mouth and he shoves the hot wet pair of underwear in.

Satisfied that my begging will be silenced, the man now moves his attention to my pussy. With all of the attention my body has been getting, it is dripping wet and throbbing.

Pushing my legs wide apart, he begins to stroke my clit with one finger. The feeling is electric and I can’t help but moan.

“You little slut, look at this. You’re making a mess down here,” says the man as he lowers his face into my pussy lips. His tongue runs long strokes up slit, licking up all of my juices. Slowly and intently he begins probing my hole with fingers, first inserting one and then two into me as sucks and licks my clit.

I can’t help it. He feels so good inside of me; my hips start bucking up towards his face and my moans are deep and long. My reaction is encouraging as he begins nipping at my clit with his teeth and rapidly shoving his fingers in and out of my hole.

“Yeah baby, cum for me,” I hear him say and he buries his face into my sex.

I can feel the orgasm building as he reaches up inside my pussy and strokes my G-spot with his fingers. Suddenly my body locks up as spasms of contractions shudder through me. They start with where his fingers are pushing on me and ripple outwards.

“Good girl,” I hear him say through my continuing shudders. As I am coming down out of my ecstasy when he decides to shove his long hard cock into my already sensitive pussy.

The pain is excruciating and I scream through the material in my mouth. Ignoring my screams the man slides his thick cock in and out of my virgin hole, grunting with each stroke. I can feel the walls of my pussy stretching to try to accommodate him.

“Fuck….fuck, you are so tight,” he manages to say between thrusts. As he continues to pound my cunt the pain begins to fade and I can feel the beginnings of another orgasm build. As my pussy began to tighten around his bulging cock the man pushed himself as deep as he could go, his balls banging against my swollen wet lips. “God damn!” he yelled as my orgasm milked every last drop of cum out of him.

Panting, he slowly slid himself out of my still spasming hole. “That is the best cunt I’ve ever had. Fuck…” The man slid off of the bed and onto the floor. “This is going to be a good weekend…”

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