Jarring Passions

PUBLIC BETA

Note: You can change font size, font face, and turn on dark mode by clicking the "A" icon tab in the Story Info Box.

You can temporarily switch back to a Classic Literotica® experience during our ongoing public Beta testing. Please consider leaving feedback on issues you experience or suggest improvements.

Click here
Allyourbase
Allyourbase
158 Followers

"No, stop, no. It's too much!" She cries. She's getting frantic. Her legs tremble.

I want to ignore her, fuck her until I cum. But that would be so easy, too easy. I decide on something worse. I want to humiliate her by letting her orgasm against her will, and then I want to fuck her drained, wasted body until I fill her used, tired pussy with my sperm. I slow down. She looks at me with utter despair.

"You want me to stop?" I tease. "Don't you want to cum?" I lick her neck, put my hand under her shirt. Fucking her slowly, carefully, I play with her nipples.

"Bastard..." she whimpers. "Bastard... "

"You want to cum, don't you?" I say again. "You're so close, aren't you? I'm not going to give it to you until you ask for it, you know."

She doesn't say anything.

"Maybe I will cum in your face after all," I threaten, and I slow down some more.

Still she won't talk, won't admit that she wants it. But I crave it. I crave for her to yield, to give up her defenses to me. I want to own her, claim this of her, far more than I want to cum.

"Fine," I smile, and I slip out of her, grab her hair again. "Open your mouth."

Suddenly she's desperate. I can see the torture in her eyes. She doesn't want to ask, but she's on the edge. She needs it.

"Please..." she finally cries out.

"Please what?" I raise my eyebrow. "Ask for it. I want to hear you say it."

She doesn't say anything, until I start to move my dick towards her face.

"Say it," I urge.

"Please, make me cum," she whispers. "I need to cum."

Furiously blushing, she tries to hide her face behind her arm again. I grin a devious grin.

"Good girl..." I whisper in her ear, as I push my cock deep inside her pussy again. "You're such a good, good girl!" I fuck her hard, deep. "Now, cum for me."

She shudders, trembles, cries under me. She's so humiliated, but she's getting her orgasm. As she cums, tears run down her sobbing face. She thanks me, over and over again. Her restrained body writhes under me, her pussy clenches around my cock. It milks me, it nearly sends me over the edge.

Then she comes down from her high, but I'm not done yet. I fuck her spent body, kiss her teary cheeks. Her eyes are dreamy, she's floating far away, her body is soft, limp. She's putty in my hands. She's my little tied up ragdoll. I take her just for my own pleasure now, and suddenly it comes, it surges over me, like a seizure. It seems to go on forever. I groan and buck my hips and fill her up, until it oozes out of her. It drains me, satisfies me deeper than I've ever been satisfied, and I drift off into sleep.

There will never be anything more surreal than the first time you wake up with a tied girl next to you in bed. It's unsettling, arousing.

She smiles at me, but I'm not sure it's genuine. She asks me to untie her, and though I say yes, I don't. I spoon her, my arm around her waist, my cock between her sticky butt cheeks, my face buried in the soft hairs in her neck, and then I want her again. I fuck her, like this, in this soft embrace, carefully, lovingly. When I cum, I feel raw, naked, vulnerable. In love. Confused.

Our sweaty bodies just lie there. I tell her I'm sorry. I caress her, whisper apologies, as she looks at me with sad, beautiful, forgiving eyes. Oh god, I think I love her, but it's a bitter kind of love.

When I drop her off at the train station, it's still early. The sun hangs low in the sky like a huge pale grapefruit. I could've known she was right about how things change when you fuck a friend. But I wasn't prepared for what it actually meant. We broke the spell all right, but I wish we never had. We might not ever see each other again after this, we might not be able to be friends again, ever, but I love that girl. She doesn't deserve to be loved like this though, by someone with acid in his veins.

Driving back I repeat in my head how she told me not to worry, how she told me it's O.K., we're O.K., but I don't think it is, I don't think we are. I'm not, anyway. I might love her, but I still hate myself, more than ever.

-- -- -- -- --

I hope you enjoyed this story and I'd love to know what you think. Please show me! Votes, comments and feedback are more than welcome. Thanks for reading!

Allyourbase
Allyourbase
158 Followers
12
Please rate this story
The author would appreciate your feedback.
  • COMMENTS
Anonymous
Our Comments Policy is available in the Lit FAQ
Post as:
Anonymous
40 Comments
ijkdenemijkdenemover 1 year ago

it would have been better if he stopped whining about being scum and just fucked the shit out of that slut.

bluebelle0325bluebelle0325over 2 years ago

This is a fucking amazing story

AnonymousAnonymousover 4 years ago
Wonderful Writing

Great characters, hot sex, not too overdone. Loved it

AnonymousAnonymousover 5 years ago

Fucking repulsive and disgusting

AnonymousAnonymousabout 6 years ago
Wowsers

This is the one non-con story that I’ve ever read that has truly felt erotic. It’s the story’s self awareness of how damaged its two characters are that make the difference, I think. Damn well done.

Show More
Share this Story

Similar Stories

Hunted She is captured by a Bosnian sniper.in NonConsent/Reluctance
Roughly Ridden Sexy barn tease gets what she wants the hard way.in NonConsent/Reluctance
My Mom's Disgusting Boyfriend How my mom's bf ultimately seduced me.in NonConsent/Reluctance
Tara's Breeding Three men decide to have their way with fertile Tara.in NonConsent/Reluctance
The Prisoner Of Desire His lust can not be restrained... Fortunately, she can be.in NonConsent/Reluctance
More Stories