The Erotic Adventures Of The Anonymous

Forgot How Good It Feels

I did not write this one. I found this on Literotica.com. This contains r*pe and fisting. Along with other extreme themes.

Light began seeping in through slits in my eyelids, but . . . it couldn't be morning. It seemed I'd just hung up the phone after saying "goodnight" to my boyfriend, and I felt heavy. As I turned my head, I realized my neck was on the edge of the bed, and my bare, cold chest was punctuated by nipples pointing straight to the ceiling. I must have passed out- I never sleep on my back, or uncovered, or after dawn. I reached for my phone to check the time, but could barely lift my arm. I sensed a presence over my shoulder and, wondering if he had returned early from his business trip, called out Bill's name to who I thought was my boyfriend. He didn't respond, but before I could become concerned, two hands slid through my hair, lifting my head slightly. 

As I opened my mouth to scream, it was filled completely with a penis. Gage's voice was unmistakable, "Fuck! I forgot how good this feels." I gagged and gasped for air as he pushed down my throat. He told me to take a big breath because he was going to fuck my face. Pulling out just enough to let me catch my breath, he forced himself into the back of my mouth. "He must not be as big as me," Gage laughed out loud. "You're out of practice. That's even better. I can't wait to break you in again. You're going to love it, and remember why I will forever own you." I started to cry, knowing what he had in mind. Throughout our relationship, Gage had always been an aggressive lover, and sometimes Master. Bill was nothing like that, always gentle and kind. He truly honored me. Gage used me, and I knew he planned to use me thoroughly. He must have known that Bill was out of town for two more days, because he chuckled, "we've got all the time in the world."

With that, Gage rammed his dick so hard into my throat that his balls were mashed against my eyelids. He tightened his grip around my neck and held me there, grinding his hips against my head and inching his cockhead past my epiglottis. He let out a huge groan and told me to scream. He wanted to feel my throat vibrate against his tip. "Take care of me, slut, and I will take care of you. If you don't do what I say, I'll just hurt you worse. But, who am I kidding, you'd love that." He didn't have to convince me. I was losing breath, unable to breathe through my nose because he was pressed against my face. Even, still, his dick was so far down my throat that the airway was blocked anyway. I started begging him to move, screaming to get the stale air out of my lungs. He yelled and punched the wall as familiar sensations of orgasm overtook him. Then, he roughly pushed my shoulders away, as if I had burned him. "God damnit, you're good," he said as I gasped for air. He was running his hands through his hair and pacing the room. He took my head in his hand again and I mentally braced for penetration, but instead he tilted my face and put a straw next to my lips. I was still very groggy and heavy, and he noticed.

He stroked my cheek gently and called me "good girl," settling me down a bit as he confessed that he drugged my water bottle beside the bed so that he could set up while I was sleeping. "It will wear off very soon, and then we'll have real fun. Now, one last swig of water before I get back in that throat of yours. I want your tongue nice and wet, you fucking slut." As I was realizing Gage must have kept a key and wondering how many times he had been in my house since I kicked him out, he started back toward the bed.

"Please, Gage, no. I don't want this. I love Bill and-" Gage slapped me so hard that I couldn't breathe. "Don't say his fucking name! You are mine until I'm done with you, and if you act like a fucking idiot, that may be a very, very long time." I gasped as I tasted blood, and Gage pushed back on my chin. He slid his dick into my mouth, poking shallowly to get at my tongue. I looked up at him, teary-eyed, begging him not to make me. He just squeezed my neck, reminding me that in a few hours, I would be begging him to make me cum. When I came back to after the brief choking-out, I wrapped my tongue around his head as he taught me to do. Twist, swirl, kiss, suck, relax- that's when he would bottom out in my throat. Again, twist, swirl, kiss, suck, relax. After the fourth cycle he couldn't take it anymore and started pounding my face. I gasped for breath when I could, relaxing my body so he could fuck me, snot and tears covering his hair and balls in my face. He grabbed my tits and dug his fingernails deep into them. I screamed, and he let go only to grab just my tender areolas and dig into them, scraping his nails up to my nipples where he clamped down. Again I screamed, and, losing control, he cried out, "yes! That's my good girl! That's a good little slave! Good girl!" And then I passed out as his hands bore down on my neck once more.