Against the Bed

I’m sitting at a red light, and I hear a ping. I glance down at my phone and see the message from him. “If you thought about going home, don’t. Come see me.” I reply quickly, “Okay. I’m on the way.” My mind ventured back to our last time together. Bodies intertwined as we pleasured each other to climax. My moans inescapable as he bent me over and took me from behind. I thought of his cruel joke afterward, but I put it out of my mind.

I watched the sunset as I sat in traffic, slowly easing my way to his house. He stayed just outside the northern perimeter of the city on the second floor of a string of newer “upscale” apartments. I searched for his name and entered the code as I pulled up to the gate. A quick buzz followed as the gate slowly opened. I eased through the complex, following the signs that guided me to his apartment. I walked up to the door and rang the bell. As he opened the door for me, he stepped back to let me in. Giving me a quick tour of his new apartment, I half-heartedly paid attention. It was an apartment similar to the ones he’d stayed in before. Similar to many of the ones my other friends had stayed in. I nodded agreeingly as we made our way into his bedroom.

With a bravado I didn’t know I had, I asked, “So what’s up?” I stood there with my arms crossed, having not completely forgotten what happened last time. He looked at me with those steel-green eyes. That husky frame a little deflated and defensive. He didn’t say anything for a long moment, contemplating his next move. “Lay down across the bed. Hang your head off of the edge.”

I walked around the edge of the bed and lay down. Scooting back until my head reached just past the bed but not off of it. I looked up at him expectantly but didn’t say a word.

“Open that pretty little mouth of yours and stick out your tongue.”

I obliged his request. Sliding my long tongue out of my mouth, letting it rest against my chin. He lowered his sweatpants to reveal his already hard dick. Gripping it, he took a step forward. From underneath him, I could see a glisten of precum on the tip. I anxiously wanted to move my tongue to taste it but resisted. He sat his balls on my forehead as he smeared the precum on my cheek.

“I knew you had it in you. You want this dick down your throat, hunh?”

I could find the words to speak or move. I just laid there. He slapped my face with his dick. “Answer me. You want this dick down your throat?”

I shook my head. There was a torrent of emotions flooding my mind. My hands felt restless, and my body was stiff as a board.

He glided his dick across my face from one cheek to the other, then slapped my face again. Finally easing into my mouth, my head dipped back as I opened my mouth wide to take all of him. He pushed against my throat, and while usually there would have been struggle, he found surprising ease as I felt the length of him hit the back of my throat. He eased out and slammed back into me before I had the chance to prepare. He held his dick there for a moment, forcing my gag reflex. I attempted to press back against the side of the bed to find reprieve, but the hard edge provided no give.

“Stop fighting it.”

It was against my body’s natural response not to fight for air, but I willed my body to relax, hoping he would grant me reprieve. As I relaxed, he eased out of my mouth. There was this back-and-forth between us from that moment. He would take my breath away until I ceased to fight. Only then would he ease out of my mouth.

Feeling the vein on the underside of his massive girth twitch against my tongue, I could feel he was close. His pace quickened as he changed from smothering me to pumping into my mouth with a ferocity that I knew he was capable of but had never experienced.

He leaned forward and pulled up my shirt and bra, exposing my average but perky tits. As he continued to thrust into my face, he slapped my tits hard, making them bounce together and then apart. Black, makeup-smeared tears rolled down my eyes as I took the onslaught of his torment against my mouth and tits.

The splash of cum hit the base of my throat first. He pulled out quickly, spraying his cum all over my face and tits. I lay there, attempting to catch my breath. After a long moment, I sat up and walked into his ensuite bathroom. I looked at my face. My makeup had smeared and mixed with his cum. My eyeliner and mascara trailed down the side of my face, and my hair was slightly wet from the slob and semen. Silently praying no one would see me on the drive home, I took a paper towel from the sink and tried to clean up my face and chest.

I walked out of the bathroom. He looked at me intensely and said, “Let me walk you out.” I followed him through the small apartment to the door. As I turned to tell him goodbye, he said, “You missed a spot. You still got cum on your face.” He punctuated that sentence when he slammed the door in my face.