All His

I want a man to tell me I'm weak, belittle my body and tell me I'd make a better girl than a guy. I want him to leer at me and make inappropriate remarks and gestures. Hold the door open for me and emasculate me in any way possible.

I don't want to give in. I wanna stubbornly fight to prove him wrong even while he admires my mouth and grabs my ass.

I want him to challenge me. Wrestle me and pin me down. Make me submit.

I want him to show off his body, wear tight fitting boxers with no shirt while I stay clothed, too ashamed to expose my muscle-less chest and flimsy arms.

I want him to tease me constantly, tell me the things he wants to do with me, the things he's planning on doing to me.

I want him to tie me up, put me in restraints or bondage gear, then begin moving his body over mine.

Grazing his crotch against my ass, my mouth, my own pathetically small dick.

I want him to hold my body to his, tight up against him. Lace his hands across the back of my head and force my mouth against his bulge, his balls.

Smother me with his own ass. Make me breathe him in. The sweat. The musky smell of a man. The faint scent of pre-cum.

Smirking and laughing the whole time. Telling me what a little girl I am. How I was made for this. Nothing more than to please men, to pleasure them and get them off.

Telling me incessantly that I secretly enjoy this, crave it, want it so bad. But I'm in such denial, I have to be forced. Non-consent, but oh so consensual.

I feign resistance, cry out, and feebly attempt to fight him off, push him away, turn my body away from his.

He holds me in place, begins to work his magic. Next thing I know, he's in my mouth. Teasing my lips and tongue with the head of his shaft, then pushing deeper into my throat.

I gag on him, and he withdraws slightly. Only to push back in further, testing my limits, seeing how much of himself he can make me take.

His thick, veiny meat slides in and out of my gaping mouth. My eyes tear up. Drool oozes down my chin.

He pumps his waist, moving in and out, forcing my lips to grip his meat in a futile effort to slow him down.

More drool. More tears. And now, the subtle, salty taste of cum.

He groans, loving how my mouth is getting him so close. Loving the feel of my tongue on his meat. Nowhere to go as he fucks my face.

I shouldn't want this. I should want him to stop. But my hunger is fully awake now.

I love being used. Love being taken. Forced.

He withdraws abruptly, begins jerking himself off, dragging the head of his penis against my lips, my cheeks. Using my drool and tears as lube as he gets so close to cumming.

I fear he's going to shoot his load all over my face, hose me down in white, hot spray.

But he's not done yet.

He strides over to my backside, removes my bottoms, exposing my ass.

I'm not ready for this!

But then, he's kneeling behind me, parting my cheeks with his strong fingers. He leans inward, and I lurch forward, squirming to escape his tongue which is suddenly inside me.

A wave of unexpected pleasure floods through me.

Oh. My. God.

I begin fucking his tongue with my ass, trying to bury him deeper inside me.

He's an animal, grunting and groaning as he penetrates my backside, making me want him more and more.

"Please.....stop....." I plead, but my body betrays my words, moving against him and wishing he could go deeper, somehow deeper.

There is a way.

He pulls back from me, returns to my mouth and pushes his dick back between my lips.

I suck him vigorously, my tongue painting his meat in a sloppy attempt to get him as wet as possible.

"Good girl," he says appreciatively, then removes himself so suddenly from my puckered lips that there's a POP! sound as he steps away.

He returns to my backside, props me up on all fours, then begins pushing inside me.

This is too much! I just got carried away! I don't want this!

All lies.

As he forces himself deeper in my backside, I only want him more. I want more of him.

Balls deep, and suddenly I'm calling him Daddy. Begging him to fuck me. To be rough. To make it hurt. Hurt so good.

He doesn't hold back. Slapping my ass, grabbing great handfuls of my cheeks, sometimes laying himself across my back so he can chew on my ear as he thrusts harder and harder, picking up tempo, building up steam.

I shake beneath him, my own dick hard as a rock.

He finds it, begins jerking me off even as he continues to plow through me.

We're both crying out, moaning, groaning.

And then it comes.

An explosion from within that immediately causes my own dick to shoot out its pathetic load.

He continues to fuck me, even as he grows more flaccid.

At last, he pulls away, forces me into a laying position before spooning me. Papa bear holding me to him like the little bitch he's made me into.

He plays with my nipples as he gets sleepier. Rubbing them, pinching them. He cups my small balls. Squeezes them, plays with my shaft.

I'm his now. All his.