Late Night Meeting

My phone beeped around 10:45 PM. I flipped it open without letting on that I was surprised to be getting a text message.

From Mr. B: “Can you play tonight?”

I scanned the room. Family and friends hugging and saying goodbyes. We would be leaving soon. I read it again.

“Can you play tonight?”

I smiled, feeling a tightness in my back, a flush in my breasts. I took a few steps aside and typed in, “Be there in an hour.”

All the way home, I shifted back in forth in my seat. Feeling the wetness between my legs, my pussy lips slipping against each other as I tried to make idle conversation. As I climbed out of the car, I kissed my brother goodbye and walked towards my apartment- as soon as he drove away- I quickly turned, jumped in my car and drove off into the night.

I pulled up at his place and called as I made the short walk to his front door.
“Hello?” he answered, his voice was quiet.
“Hows the coast?” I asked playfully.
“Clear as day, sexy,” he said, “Hurry.”

I was already on his porch about to knock as he opened the front door. He smiled and invited me in, putting his fingers up to his pursed lips, “sssshhhh- neighbors sleep lightly.”

He pulled me to him, pushing his lips to mine and quickly dragging them down my neck. His hands ran up my back, under my arms and into my hair. He pulled my head back and kissed my neck, moving down to put his face into my breasts. He swiftly lifted me up. I wrapped my legs around him and we embraced as he walked me towards the bedroom.

He lay me down gently and fell on top of me- kissing me and pulled at my clothes. His lips gingerly brushing against my skin. His fingers lightly tracing a pattern on my body. My skin tingled under his touch as his lips followed and kissed the line he traced from my shoulders between my breasts. He scooped my breasts together, pushing his face into them. Moaning softly and inhaling the scent of my perfume. He stood up, leaving me naked on the bed and undressed.

I bent my knees and opened my legs for him. The light from outside casting a soft light against my cool skin. He looked down at me adoringly. His eyes moved over me, examining each curve and dip in my skin. My insecurities disappeared in his gaze. Undesired inches melted away. Discolorations blended to perfection. “You are beautiful” he whispered and he moved between my legs- falling on my body and kissing me hard and firm.

“What do you want?” I felt him grow hard against my thigh. He pressed it against me, his body softly convulsing at the brief release of tension. He continued to kiss me hard, avoiding my question. “Lover?” I whispered again, “Tell me what you want.”

He moaned and panted at me, “I can’t…” he whispered, “I can’t.” He hid his face in my neck. This was always the hard part for him. I knew what he wanted, but he was ashamed to ask. “I need to…. have you….” he whispered in my ear, almost inaudibly, his voice shaking.
The excitement in me grew. It was so hard for him to ask- bit it excited him so much. I would never tell him how much I loved this game. He kissed me once more on my cheek and then pressed his lips against my ear. He spoke gently into my ear- but his words cut through the silence, “Fight me.”

I sighed, showing frustration, “I better go” I pushed him off me and stood up. Gathering my clothes.

“No” he said, his voice snapping at me.
I turned to glare at him, “Look I’m leaving,” I said as I pulled my skirt back on, and pulled my sweater over my bare breasts. I headed for the door and almost rounded the corner when I felt his hands wrap around my arm. He pulled me back hard and turned me around.

“You aren’t leaving.” He said, pulling me close to him. His grasp was hard on my arms and he pushed me back down on the bed. I scrambled backwards on the bed to get away from him. He saw fear in my eyes as I reached towards the phone on the nightstand. My heart was racing as he grabbed my leg and pulled me back towards him. Grabbing the phone from my hand, he threw it to the floor. He pushed me on my back and climbed up over me. I pushed and scratched at him. Kicking my legs and trying to buck him off me. He pinned my legs down with his own and used his weight to hold me down, pulling my skirt up. I bit down at his chest hard. As I tasted blood, he growled and pushed himself back, lifting the back of his hand at me.

I winced and turned my head away, preparing for the hit. I whimpered quietly and held still, “ok…ok.” I gasped. My voice shaking as tears fell from my eyes. I turned to look at him, my attacker, his eyes were wild and glazed. He lowered his lids and looked at me through his eyelashes, “Too late.”

He crushed me. His body fell hard against mine and he roughly pushed his cock into my cunt. I was slick and he slid right in, “You whore,” he growled at me, “You are hot and wet for me aren’t you?”
I could not deny what he could feel. The hot, wet aching between my legs. I continued to struggle underneath him a bit, whimpering and crying under the weight of his body. He thrust inside me hard. His pelvic bone pushing against my body, rubbing my clit. Giving me the pleasure I was ashamed to feel.

“No.” I whispered below him. I fought it, the burning, “MMhhm,” I moaned beneath him, “Stop.” I whispered.

He continued to thrust hard. Pulling his shaft almost completely out of me, only to sink back deeper, harder with each thrust. Rocking his hips forward as he hit bottom to rub against my clit. With each thrust I moaned out, fighting it. His hands grasped my wrists and pinned me down to the bed. His face was up close to mine, starting in my eyes. My eyes-wild, his- concentrated.

“You love it,” he hissed at me.
“No- stop.” I whimpered.
“You fucking love it you whore,” he continued. Thrusting. Pushing. Controlling. Penetrating. Violating.
I kept quiet, tears burned in eyes. He continued to talk to me. Calling me names as his cock throbbed and pulsed inside me. Cunt. Slut. Whore.

The fire inside me was building. I could hold it back no longer. He urged me on, “Beg me.” he grunted at me, “Beg me-whore. Beg me for what dirty sluts like you love.” I gasped for air, fighting back what I could not control.
Breathless, I sobbed, “Please….fuck me,” I threw my head back, “God- please fuck me.”

“Uuhhhhhhnnn” he groaned at me and pushed his cock hard into me. He brought his legs up under mine and grinded inside me. Pushing his sex against me. His cock rocking inside me, filling me. My clit rubbing against his pelvis. My mind fought my body- but I couldn’t hold on. Slut. Whore. Fear. Pleasure. Oooooh god.

The sensation gripped me. White hot explosion of sex and exhilaration, cursed through my veins. My hands firm against his shoulder and pushing all my weight down on my own shoulders, I lifted my body and moved it against his. I wrapped my legs around him, pulled him in tight and rocked against him. Rubbing my clit against him- taking my pleasure, “Aaah yes, aaahhh fuuuuuck.”

He kept pushing against me, his face intense as he held back his pleasure as I came. Shuddering below him, he finally released. His strokes long and his breath heavy, he called out to me, continuting to thrust as his cum spurted out and filled me. He collapsed on my body while we caught our breath, holding tight to each other.
Moving gently, milking every ounce of pleasure that was left in our tryst.

After a few brief moments he rolled off my body- and got up and made my way to the door, straightening my clothes along the way. I didn’t look back. I picked up my purse at the door, and stopped to grab the cash sitting on the table.

2 new $100 bills. As always.