Force

I have know for years that you wanted me. The way you look at me sometimes. Almost as if you have already had me. But you being married to one of my closest friends makes you off limits, therefore my mind is closed to being with you. Plus, you have this edge about you that is scary and forceful. Yet I do at times find myself watching you, wondering what being with you would be like. But the thoughts never last long. Why wonder about what you can't have, right?

Then one night, after one too many drinks at your house you offer to drive me home. I am too tired and too tipsy to disagree and you drive me home. You walk to my front door and we are chatting about nothing and i sense an urgency in you and i quickly say that I have to go. You seem to realize the potential of this situation, us being so alone, and you don't let me leave. You start to talk about us fucking, and I can feel myself get nervous and i start to stutter that there is no way. I tell you that you are off limits, girls just don't fuck their friends husbands.

You continue to talk about it, and I continue to tell you no. After a few uncomfortable minutes, I tell you I am leaving and I begin to walk inside. All of the sudden you grab my hand and pull me towards you. I am surprised by how strong you are and I am forced to move to you. You pull me close to you and tell me that you are going to fuck the shit out of you. I feel scared and I start to fight you. You hold on to my arm and then turn me facing the brick wall of my house. I am struggling against you, but you have me pinned against the wall with your body and you are holding my arm painfully behind my back. I am scared and I know I should be totally pissed at you, but strangely I am turned on. The pain you are causing me and your forcefulness are just what I love and you seem to sense this and pull my arm even harder. Hearing my whimper of pain urges you on.

I tell you to let go, and you hold on tighter. As you hold me against the wall with your body, your free hand decides to go exploring. I can feel you reaching up my t-shirt and my nipples are very hard as you rub them under my bra. You rip my bra off and tell me that my breasts feel so good in your hand. You squeeze and pinch my nipples, knowing I will love it. I am begging you to stop and you tell me that you know I really want you to continue. Then your hand unbuttons my jeans and you pull them half way down. I use the distraction to try and break free, and that just irritates you. You hold my face with your free hand and tell me to stop fighting or I will make it worse. The tone of your voice is making me afraid and I decide to listen to you. I also realize then that I can feel your hard on against my back. I am appalled at my pride for making you hard.

Then the ultimate embarrassment starts. You have turned your attention back to my jeans. You have moved them to the ground and you are reaching for my cunt. I am dying because I know as you start to finger me that I am extremely wet. As you move your finger in and out of me you comment on how wet I am and that you are pleased. I start to beg you to stop and to let me go. I tell you that I am not allowing you to do this, and you respond by finding my clit. I gasp as you begin to masturbate me. I am fighting the pleasure, but I can tell my breathe is getting shallow. I beg you to stop and you tell me to give in. I am so close to orgasm and I know I have to give in. Damn you, I think, this feels to good. As I begin to climax I can hear you whisper, yes...

After I orgasm you continue to move your fingers in and out of me and i am almost dizzy from the feel of you in me. You ask me if that felt good and i manage out a positive reply. As I relax from my orgasm my head is clear enough to realize that you have loosened your grip and I start to pull away. I am almost free when you grab me hard and throw me back to the wall. The pain from my skin slamming into the brick is intense and i feel myself getting aroused again. I panic at the thought of giving into this and I start to yell for you to stop and I am still struggling against you, even though my cunt aches to feel you in me. You have managed to hold me in place and get your pants down all at the same time. I am surprised at how strong you are.

I am yelling and screaming at you to stop, and you say nothing as you force your cock into me. Of course I am totally ready even against my wishes, and you glide right in. I am so ashamed at how great your cock feels inside me and I start to cry. I am yelling between sobs and fighting as you continue to move in and out of me. But as you push in and out of me I am starting to feel another orgasm build. You feel incredible inside, and I am so pissed. I find that my crying and yelling have turned into me moving with you and screaming to my impending climax. Fucking me and making me cum even when I am fighting you is quite exciting for you and I can tell you are close to orgasm too. Your cock feels so hard in me and your are beginning to moan. The build up to orgasm is very intense. We continue until we both cum hard and when we finish I realize that I am free. I move away from you, get dressed and kiss you on the lips lightly.

As I begin to walk inside the house you say to me, "remember, I can have you whenever I want." And I say to you, "you have to catch me first....."