As I was working his cock with my throat, he pulled me off and pushed me over on to the bed. I turned around to remind him that I hadn't been topped in a year, and he smirked with acknowledgement and reached for some lube. He lubed his bare cock quick and pressed his dick right between my cheeks. He didn't care to take things slow. I yelled out loud and he laughed as he continued to shove his dick deep into my ass. He was getting turned on by my pain. As I was yelling out "fuck! Wait! Please! Go slow!" He laughed and told me I could beg all I want but he was going to fuck me however he wanted. He did just that. Without slowing down he began to pound my raw bare ass with no remorse. I was screaming in pain as he slammed his cock into me balls deep, slapping my ass as he rode it. He kept telling me how tight I was and how he loved my bubbled ass. I was on the verge of passing out.
But after a while my moans of pain turned into pleasure and I began going with the rhythm of him slamming into me. I softly started to say "fuck me...deeper...please!" He began fucking me harder than ever, bringing my cries of pain back as I couldn't conjure up words, just moans of pain. He didn't want me to enjoy any of this. He then said "I'm going to cum, where do you want it bitch?" In between my pain filled moans I managed to say "on my back! Cum on my back!" He laughed and began to pick up the pace that he was fucking me, almost bringing me to tears of pain and pleasure. Then he yelled "here it comes slut!" And he buried every bit of his cock into me as I felt load after load of cum dump into my ass. It seemed to never end. He was breeding me and I could do nothing to stop him.
After he was done he pulled out and told me to see myself out. I dressed as fast as I could and got out of the apartment. As I went down the stairs I could feel his cum leaking out of my ass with every step. I finally made it to my car and sat down to catch my breath. The drive home I could only focus on what had just happened. I felt used, abused, and dirty. And yet, I wanted it to happen again. I got home and shot him a short email. It read "let's do that again sometime ;)".
Thank you for reading my true story. If you are in the Kansas City area, leave me a message in the comments section. Maybe we can write a story of our own ;).