When CNC Goes Wrong #9

I can't stop crying... I replay it in my mind and i feel so fucked up... i can't stop shaking. I can feel him still leaking out of me. I can't even get enough nerve to start my car. I can't tell anyone.... I wanted it and.... I ... got it.

5 hours earlier, i arrived at the hotel.... Oh, sorry my name is Gabbie and i wanted something rough... i craved it. So, i found that guy and i wanted a date scenario, but he had other plans. I went to his floor because he said that he was just finishing up getting dressed. I was cool with waiting on him and then going to the hotel restaurant. So, i walk up and he is on the 9th floor... the hall seemed pretty quiet it was an Embassy Suites, so their tucked in hotel rooms were funny and sketchy at the same time.

I knocked on the door and he opened up. He was in his pants but didn't have his shirt on... had a wife beater on and was obviously finishing up. I sit down as he finishes up in the bathroom.... I won't lie he was hot and such a dad bod too. I wanted him to be over 50 as i wanted someone like a father figure or a teacher to be the dominate in this. He turns the bathroom light off and offers his hand to stand me up. He takes a moment to do a vogue like pose with a smile and asks what I thought of the goods. I was honest with him and told him that he worked out nicely and that i was sorry that i was expecting someone fat and disgusting.

He laughed and i grabbed my purse ready to go. He stood there and looked me up and down. I said "What?". He motioned for me to spin around... so i did. I gave a half stupid smile, and he walked over to me and grabbed me by my hair and held me to where i was on my tippee toes.

"Bitch!! You got a good look at me and now i want a good look at you. Fucking take your dress down."

"What? Please No!!!"

He took his other hand and unzipped my dress. He let me go and **** it down.

"Bitch!!! Don't you cry... I still want something to eat after this... We are still on a date. You better not mess up your fucking make up."

He spun me around and started to grope me... he was rough, and he made it hurt. He told me to rub his body and when i refused, he **** me to touch him. I was becoming terrified of him... he **** me to his bedroom and shut the door. He pushed me down on the bed and ripped my pantie hose. He held me down with his large arms and placed what felt like 2 or 3 fingers in me and he started to finger fuck me. I couldn't control any of my movements i fucking came so hard... all over his fingers. He looked like he was going to slap it on my face, but he told me to open my mouth... He didn't want to mess up my make up, so he shoved it in my mouth.

Like a fucking easy doll, he slips me over and i hear his belt come from his pants. He slaps me with it a few times in the back for whatever reason and i hear his zipper go down. I try to make my way across the room, but it made no difference, he was on top of me quickly and **** me on the floor. He held me down in place and had his way with me. He was a strong man and held my legs together and upright plowing away into me. I could hear him announcing that he was going to cum.... I begged him not to as i hadn't yet taken my pill yet. He does it anyways... i feel the warmth shooting in me.

"Get up whore and clean yourself up. I wanna go get food and come back for dessert."

He picks me up off the floor and tosses me a washcloth. I stumble into the bathroom and i clean myself up. I told him that i wasnt feeling dinner anymore and he bursts into the bathroom and i forgot to lock the fucking thing. He takes me and slams me against the wall...

"I flew 5 hours for a date and i am gonna have one... NOW GET DRESSED!!!"

I collect myself and get back to somewhat normal. I take the rest of my panty hose off and throw them away. Both of us fully dressed, we walk down together... he threatens me not to think about running or he would hurt me in public. So going to the restaurant, we are taken to our table, and we sit down. He is a changed person at this time, and he holds my hand as if we were on a real date. I won't bore you with the details of that, but we did eat and talk. Once done, we left and i tried to excuse myself, but he explained he wanted dessert. He pushed me into the elevator and started making out with me. He **** himself under my skirt again and then carried me to his room... I tried to fight it, but he was too strong.

Once getting back to the room... i beg him to let me go. I didn't want sex no more. I explained that he already did what he wanted and i was told, but he told me he was not finished. He dropped his pants in front of me and he was getting hard. I ran into the other room, but he had me by my hair. He pushed me down on the bed.

"Ok slut... all you need to do is be a good girl and give into this and you'll get to go home all nice and filled with cum. Now... TAKE OFF YOUR DRESS... NOW!!!"

I reach back and drop it. I slide out of my panties, and he walks over. He sits me down and places his cock in my face... I know what he wants, so i do it... I suck his cock as best as i could. He stroked my face and hair as he looked down on me. I was hoping that he would cum quickly... I usually can get any of the other guys off, but he isnt ordinary. He pulls himself out and forces me down on the bed. I watch him as he stands looming over me. He comes closer to me and i am very hesitant as he bows over to me.

"I want my dessert."

He grabs me by the legs and spins me over. I hear him spit and rub his cock with it. He takes his finger and shoves it in my ass. I try to run from it and tell him no... he doesn't care as he pins me into the headboard and slowly pushes it in. I start to scream out, but he cups my mouth and forces it in and pumps himself while on top of me. I try to claw at him, but i can't reach around... he is big and shoving it in deep. I don't know what the fuck i am feeling ...

He pulls out and i start to cry... he starts to slap me because of my crying.

"Bitch!! You wanted this ... not once, but twice.... this is your fault. You could have run away at any given time, but you chose to stay, so quit your crying and get fucked like you wanted."

He wasn't wrong... i could have done anything to get away from him and yet i am still here. He slaps me out of my thought slides his dirty cock in me. I let him use me and **** me the whole time. He made me his whore and finally he gave me his permission to cry. So, i did ... i cried and he loved it... i could see the joy he was getting and here i am being treated like a whore.... i remember texting this guy asking for this... I think this is what i get and he is giving me what i wanted.. he continues to exact his enjoyment beating me as he fucks me.. making me tell him how much i love it... he really put the fear in me and when he was done, i saw the cum dropping from his cock. I stood up and felt something run down my leg.

"Here whore... take this Plan B pill in front of me and get out. You were fun and i thank you for saving a life."

"Saving a life?"

"You know your place in this world. You are god's gift to men. You know that you are **** meat that satisfies all types of men privately and for free, so we don't have to subject ourselves to random whores out there... Meaning you save the lives of many girls that are actually useful to this world.... You got a nice job i am sure, but your real purpose is a cum dump and i am done with you... when i need to get some aggression out next time... I'll be calling you and you better answer."

I walked out... that's why i can't drive away... Thats why i am scared... he is right and i got what i wanted."