After watching him for 30 minutes, he turned back and noticed that something... or someone had been following him. I booked it out of the bushes and ran for my life. With my heart beating extremely fast. I could hear his footsteps and I knew he was chasing after me. I finally lost him for a bit and took the opportunity to try and hide. Running down the path to my home in a beach/woods looking area. I ran in and grabbed my baseball bat by the door and hid under the stairs trying to catch my breath. I was completely terrified. What will he do if he finds me? A couple minutes later, he found the house. Peaking through the slightly cracked open door under the staircase that wouldn't close all the way, I could see him trying to look through the blurred out window next to the door. He started banging onto the window with his fist, then took a metal stick and tried hitting it with an attempt to break the glass. Repeatedly hitting the glass, it started cracking. He took one good hit and the glass shattered. Breaking off the rest of the glass effortlessly, he went through the glass and into my house.
"I know your in here. Come out already sweetie..."
after he said that he had a slight smirk. His black lip piercing and his eyes... something about all of it just made me feel different all the sudden. What was that feeling? He went up the steps and I heard the floor boards creaking a bit as he went up. I took a deep breath for a second and closed my eyes. I should probably get him out of the house, but I'm hidden and he hasn't found me yet. What do I do? He will probably try looking through the door though. I really don't know. I got up and as quietly as I could, I opened the door and slid through. I scurried to the kitchen and hid behind the counter. I was extremely anxious and didn't know what would happen next. After 5 minutes, I thought I should just get out of the house and hide somewhere in the forest. I was about to make my way to the sliding door, but then I heard his footsteps coming down the stairs. As soon as I heard him off the steps, I went back behind the counter.
I knew that he would probably go into the kitchen. Shit, well looks like it's time to get ready to throw some swings. Ive always been scared to hit the ball in baseball so how am I even going to fight back with this thing?! I heard him coming and I tried to stay as silent. He walked in and I could feel him making his way towards the counter top... he turned to look around and well.
"Looks like I found you." He smiled.
Looks like I might have to fucking kill him. I got up and took a first swing and missed. Then he reached for the metal stick. This metal stick could hurt just as hard as the bat. I swung it again and it ALMOST hit him. I'm going to loose this fight I thought. I then tried aiming for his head and missed, but hit him on his left arm.
"Nice try, but you still fucking suck." He said.
This is stupid! I only just left him with a bruise. I needed to knock him out completely. I swung the bat again, this time hitting the side of his back. He fell a bit giving my the ability to try and swing it again. I hit him again on the side of his back and it took him only 3 seconds to get back up. He takes the stick and pushes me down to the floor. It worked though. Then he took the bat away from me. Took the stick and put it in front of my neck to suffocate me. The back of my head on his chest. I tried to grab the stick to push it away from me but I was getting weaker by the second. He finally stopped, and I fell to the floor. He gets on top of my back and ties my arms. I stopped trying to resist for a second and thought, what the hell is he doing and why is it kinda hot? I was loosing my mind. Probably the lack of oxygen. He then grabs the back of my neck with his hands and whispers, "I guess I won this fight, now it looks like I'm in charge." He drags me into the living room and puts grey duct tape on my mouth, and sits me in a chair. I was so exhausted, I was struggling to keep my head up.
"Well you decided to mess around with me. Why would you do that?"
" You know, I thought you were a cute girlfriend for Mason but he is too childish."
"He is too childish to date a slut."
"I would shoot and kill you with my gun, but thats being too nice."
He pulled out a machete.
"This will do the trick."
"I think this will be perfect for killing you!"
A tear rolled down my cheek. This is the end. I guess I'm gonna be slaughtered. I accepted that I would probably be killed and I just listened. But...
"I mean I don't have to do this, as long as I get something..."
He slowly walked up to me and stopped just right in front of me. He unzipped his pants and there was his boxers. Then he pulled down his boxers revealing "it".
"Suck me off and I won't do it."
He was so fucking hot that I just changed my mind all the sudden. I wanted to do it so bad. I nodded. He removed the tape off my mouth and I stuck it in my mouth. I began sucking it and licked it a few times. Why did I like it? I don't know. His breathing was making it even better. I kept going on and on.
After he cummed, I licked his dick a few more times.
Him: "Damn you were good... I don't feel like this is enough though." He said.
Y/n: "Uh... what else do you want...?"
Him: "We should fuck." He replied.
I was a bit shocked but again I kinda wanted it. I looked down.
Y/n "Ok... Ill do it"
He grabbed my arm and threw me on the couch. He pulled my skirt down and removed my underwear. He began eating me out as I started breathing a bit heavily. It felt so good. My legs started shaking a bit. He then started fingering me. I let out a soft moan and he kept going for a minute. He then pulled out his dick, and slowly slid into me. He let out a quiet moan. Then he carried me and started moving back and fourth inside of me.
With his hands holding me between my thighs and him looking down. He was slim but a bit muscular. He had no trouble holding me and fucking me pretty good at the same time. He kissed me and then went back in my mouth with his tongue. I kissed him back and bit his lip a bit. Then he placed me back on the couch and then took off his baggy dark green sweatshirt revealing his torso. He was even more hot. He went back inside of me and kept going. I started moaning as it was hurting a bit, but then it slowing started feeling amazing. Like I didn't want him to stop.
"Like to see that your not resisting anymore." He smiled.
On and on he kept going...
"I'm going to... uhh..." he moaned.
Then he stopped for a bit and I "felt it" (I didn't actually feel anything lol) he cummed. He pulled out and cummed onto my tongue. I moved my hand back and fourth on his dick to get more cum in my mouth.
Ok so uh it ends there because my dream ended there it was originally a dream I had then I kept thinking about it and turned it into a scenario that I've always thought about I don't know what else to add cause I'm kinda stuck at there but ya bye
I'm sorry Jesus I'm a holy girl please forgive me ✝️✝️✝️🧍🏽♀️
