A rape/ blackmail story written from a girl’s POV. Do not continue if such contents offend you, but wait. You’re on an erotica blog!
‘Get naked and come over!’, he gnarled at me once I stepped into his bedroom, a man almost twenty years my senior. It was all because of that time I sent my laptop for repair, and all my photos my ex took of me became his, the repairman’s.
I took off my t-shirt and shorts in the only room free of clutter, while the rest of his house was filled with electrical parts. I couldn’t believe how myself, a twenty plus year old girl, to end up in such a situation I found too much fear to break out of. Once I got into my lingerie, he came up to me and felt all over my belly and waist, pulling me closer for a kiss on his stubby lips.
As he smeared his lips on mine, my bra was unhooked and panties tugged lower, his feet coming into the picture to step it to the ground. Once I was completely nude, the little force he applied on my waist made me kneel on my pair of bamboo fibre panties, the cushion I could never get to relieve my hurting knees.
Holding my hair tightly, he made sure I saw him when he commanded, ‘suck it real good, and I’ll let you rest early tonight’. Deep down, I knew what rest meant, after the sex he will be asking from me. His pungent thick cock bounced in front of my eyes and my mouth salivate upon detecting the saltiness in the air.
It wasn’t the first time I had done this with him, and somehow, focusing on pleasing him took my mind off what was about to come later. Wasting no more time, I kissed on the tip and he pushed me deeper, sliding my lips across his shaft with little bits of solids I refused to imagine where it came from. Once my tongue had licked his cock wet, my head just went back and forth, skilfully teasing the tiny ring under his hood so he would shiver.
The slight vacuum he trained me to maintain in my mouth caused his dick to get even more blood into it, enlarging it to fill my tiny girl’s lips. Whenever I went deep throat on him, the exhale of air made me felt better, knowing I was doing my job well. Between the continuous strokes, he kept patting me as I breathed fast through my nose.
The groans he made, was disgusting at first, but he never hurt me whenever he felt good. And that was something I appreciated in this twisted affair.
‘Up!’, he instructed me once he was all hard and lubricated, bringing me to his bed that he bought since he knew he had a handle on me. I plunged into the soft mattress while he pulled his shirt off, and prepared himself between my legs.
A condom landed on my tummy and I took it up, unwrapping it as usual and capping it over his big erection. For a man who drinks and sit all day, his cock was the only feature I could never get accustomed to. Seven inches of it, throbbing in a reddish skin, scaring any females who ever laid eyes on it.
As soon as it disappeared below my pussy, a wave of impending fear came over me and my legs tried to shut themselves. He forced my knees apart and inched nearer to me, while I held his arms tightly to let him know I was fine mentally and it wasn’t my fault I was afraid.
His tip pierced into my vagina and the primal instincts to keep myself tight only caused more pleasure for him, as he penetrated mercilessly all the way into my body. Every heartbeat, every bumps on his dick could be felt even through the condom. Once he began thrusting, my abs relaxed and pleasure took over the fear, pouring short pulses of electrical tingles through my spine.
I could tell I was getting wetter with each thrusts, and the very fact that my entrance was spreading and closing to his body movements. Though it was blackmail I was suffering from, my body took advantage of it and took every negative impact into good stride. The tightness at the beginning, made him pushed all the buttons along my vaginal walls, stirring me up on the inside as if I wanted it.
When his strong hands grabbed my boobs, I woke up from the fantasy and returned to his bed, mind fading to a blank from the double dose of pleasure his hands and dick were giving. Moans came out of my mouth uncontrollably as he picked up speed, raising my knees to the sides to plunge even deeper in.
I was certain I was drooling when he paused for a break, and dragged me to the edge of the bed where he wanted to pound me from. While I laid in doggie on the bed, he stood on the floor and plugged his cock back in. A gasp later, the rest was all moans he got out of me after.
As his dick stroked against my g-spot, my fingers clenched his bedsheets tighter. My squeezing pussy was amplifying the orgasms he was pounding into my rear and it was too much for a small figured girl like me to handle.
After ten minutes of intense period of loud moans and groans, he finally said the words I wanted to hear, ‘I’m cumming!’. He grabbed my shoulders and pulled me backwards, ramming his cock so deep into me I went numb below. The last lap of sex was the best or worst, depending if you are the rapist or raped, but my body knew better. An orgasm closed my pussy up and he let off a deep, long groan, before pasting his sticky chest onto my bare back.
Both of us panting, he took a while to get off me and let me have my space. While he could rest all he wanted, I got up and wore my clothes back, skipping my panties so I could let my pussy get a breather. At that point in time, I couldn’t care less about what he did about the filled condom.
‘Hey. I’ll see you on Thursday k?’, he threw the rhetorical question to me and I nodded quietly, body still weak and mind still in a daze to process what I have on that day. After he got what he wanted, I walked freely out of his place and towards my house, that was barely ten minutes away.
Luckily, he did not have my address, only a spare number I kept since my primary school days, and which only he would text whenever he needed sex. Was it fearthat I did not cut contact with him? Or is it..