Truth

My boyfriend and I went round his friend Jack's house for a few drinks one evening, just chatting and watching TV. We'd been drinking most of the evening and I was a little tipsy to say the least. Paul and Jack went to buy some more drinks from the shop down the road and said they'd pick up a pizza on the way back. I was too drunk to attempt the walk, so I waited on the sofa for them to return. Jack's brother came home a few minutes after they'd left, sat down with a beer, and turned to a porn channel. At first, I felt a little uncomfortable sitting with this gorgeous guy I barely knew, but I soon started to feel something else as I watched the people on screen.

The woman on screen was pinned to a bed while a group of men forced their cocks in her holes, repeatedly. I'd never seen this kind of porno before and I couldn't take my eyes off those beautiful hard cocks pounding into her. My breathing was getting heavier, my breasts aching, and nipples hard. My pussy was twitching with excitement and I could feel the moistened fabric of my panties rubbing on my swollen clit each time I moved. Suddenly, I couldn't wait to get home and fuck my boyfriend senseless. I wriggled at the thought of him fucking me like the woman on the screen, of having him pin me down and force his thick cock deep inside me, for him to do whatever he wanted to me. I adjusted my skirt and squirmed again at the rush of sensual excitement that was building inside me.

"Do you like that kind of sex?" I turned my eyes to the sexy, older brother who'd I'd almost forgotten was in the room. His eyes taking in every inch of me, as he brought his beer to his mouth. His full, luscious lips circling the opening of the bottle as the liquid poured down his throat. When the bottle left those soft lips, they curved up into a smile "I think you like a strong man who takes charge". I was rendered speechless from his dazzling smile; he took the opportunity to join me on the sofa. Feeling the heat of his body too close to be considered appropriate, I moved over. "Am I making you uncomfortable?" he smiled.

"A little" I admitted.

He grinned wider and his eyes dropped to my cleavage. "Why do you think that is?" he asked, his gaze never leaving my breasts. Maybe he could hear my heart beating so hard and fast that it wasn't human.

"I don't know you that well" I replied meekly, trying to control my breathing.

"Well we can rectify that" his voice lowering to a husky whisper as he leant closer. I squirmed slightly, but I was up against the arm of the sofa, there was nowhere else to go; unless I stood up, but I wasn't sure my legs would work from their alcohol-induced state.

I decided to try to play things down a bit, after all, I was probably just imagining the sexual undertone because of the affect the porno was having on me. I smiled brightly "Of course" I said with more confidence than I felt "Why don't you tell me about yourself?"

"I always preferred show to tell" he smiled, raising his fingers and gently stroking my lips. I pulled back stunned. I was definitely not imagining the sexual undertone of that touch. "But if you'd like to talk, I'd love to hear what you think of this" he nodded his head at the TV. My eyes flicked back to the screen just as the woman was having her ass raped by a huge dick.

"Umm" I stuttered, "I don't know".

"Do you like being ass-fucked?" he asked seeming to enjoy my embarrassment as my face flushed crimson.

I couldn't look him in the eye, as I answered, "I don't know... I mean... I haven't actually..." I risked a quick look at him, his body seemed closer than before, and I was sure he was imagining me naked. I looked away again, his hungry gaze causing my cheeks to redden further. His hand touched my chin and he turned my face back towards him. My breath caught and I felt his warm breath on me as he moved closer. His lips looked so inviting and I found myself moving towards him, closing the space between us, until his lips found mine. Soft and smooth, his lips pressed against mine, gently at first, then harder. His tongue flicked out, licking my bottom lip and I opened my mouth to accept him, my tongue moving to meet his. It started sweet, soon intensifying to something hungrier, something more urgent, more passionate. I heard myself moan as my body flooded with sensation; then my brain clicked into gear. I pulled away quickly "I'm sorry," I mumbled, attempting to get to my feet "I shouldn't have done that". He stood and steadied me; his body close, I panicked. "I need the bathroom" I blurted out and stumbled down the hall.

After I'd finally managed to complete my task, I stood at the sink, gripping on so I didn't fall down. I looked at myself in the mirror; my reflection showed that I looked compos mentis and to a certain extent I felt it, just a little uncoordinated. I knew I couldn't hide in the bathroom all night and decided I would just go back and sit in the armchair, making it clear that I wasn't interested, that I was already spoken for. I nodded at the mirror "You can do this" I told myself, and I turned and opened the door.

As I stepped out of the bathroom, I jumped and yelped in surprise, he stood up against the wall just outside the door. He straightened and took a step towards me; I instinctively took a step back. He smiled that blazing smile of his and took another step. I retreated further down the hall, unaware of his intentionally herding me.

"Look, I'm sorry if I've given you the wrong impression" I tried to explain "but I have a boyfriend." I stumbled back into something and glanced to find my back up against a door. When I turned back, he was close enough to whisper in my ear

"I don't think your boyfriend is giving you what you need". His warm breath on my ear and neck, I began to feel that electricity flow through my body to gather in that special place. My breath quickened as he continued, "I saw how you reacted; you liked what those men were doing to her". No wonder he had come on to me, I had unwittingly given out signals that I was so obviously aroused, and he had noticed. He pulled back enough to look me in the eye, but he remained close enough that I could still feel his breath on me, the warm heat from his body. "Are you going to try to tell me you didn't?" he asked trailing a finger down my cheek, along my jaw, and down my neck. My nipples hardened and I held my breath as his finger followed the valley between my breasts. His hand slid over my breast, down my ribs and around my waist.

"Please don't," I gasped. For a brief moment, I thought he'd listened; then I felt the door at my back open and he pushed me inside.

The door closed and it was pitch black; I couldn't see anything. I heard a noise that sounded like the door locking and I began to panic. "What are you doing?" I asked trying to keep my voice from cracking "Let me out!" I demanded. All I heard was a dark, throaty laugh from behind me. I spun around, but still couldn't see anything. "This isn't funny! Open the door now!" He responded with another laugh.

"Feisty aren't you? I like that. It makes it all the sweeter when you surrender to me."

"You're crazy!" I shouted "Surrender? I'm not surrendering anything to you. Now let me out of here!" I grappled for the door and stumbled over something. He laughed again, his hand encircling my wrist as he dragged me across the room. My eyes were starting to adjust to the lack of light, but the alcohol wasn't helping me to understand my surroundings until I saw a large bed.

I tried to pull away, but he gripped me tighter, his arm went around my waist and held me, my back pressed tight against him. I tried desperately to pry his arm off, but he readjusted his position to a bear hug, my arms pinned by my sides. I could feel his heavy breathing against my hair "I like it when you struggle".

"Please don't do this. Please just let me go. I won't say anything. I won't tell. Just let me go. Please"

"And I like it when you beg" he teased "But if I let you go now, I get nothing, do I? That doesn't seem fair, especially with the way you kissed me. Maybe we can trade." He suggested.

"What do you want?" I asked anxiously. Maybe if I could just keep him talking I could figure a way out of this mess.

"I want to play a little game; it's a little like truth or dare. I'll ask the questions and you either tell me the truth or let me claim a part of you to play with. If you answer all the questions truthfully, I'll unlock the door. You seem to be an honest, trustworthy girl; it shouldn't be too difficult for you to win, should it?"

I thought about what he was saying and it did seem simple enough, too simple maybe. "What's the catch?" I asked.

"No catch. I'll know if you're lying, so just tell the truth." I nodded in agreement.

"Excellent. First question: Earlier when you said you'd never been fucked up the ass, did you mean that?" he sounded curious and I was wondering where he was going with this conversation. I nodded. "You have a virgin ass?"

"Yes. So, what?" I asked starting to feel embarrassed; it wasn't that big a deal surely.

"And you were turned on watching that porno, weren't you?" I nodded again. "You liked that those men were rough, didn't you?" I hesitated before nodding. "Does your boyfriend know this side of you? Does he understand your hidden sexual cravings?"

"We've never really talked about it," I admitted.

"Can he satisfy the animal in you that needs dominating? Does he give it to you rough? Does he take you, the way I know you like it? I want to know if he fulfils your desire to be overpowered by a strong man who knows what he wants and takes it. Tell me the truth. Does he?" Every whispered question added to my arousal, which I tried desperately to hide

"No" I answered honestly, hoping it was enough to secure my release. No matter how much my pussy was aching to have his cock buried deep inside, I was not going to let it happen, I was going to be faithful.

"Good girl" he commended "Now tell me, do you secretly fantasize about being dominated?" I nodded "Do you get wet thinking about being forced to take cock?" I nodded again "Are you turned on right now?" I paused, not sure how to answer. I knew the answer, but I wasn't sure I wanted to give it. "Are you turned on right now?" he repeated. I nodded and was sure I could feel him smile. "Is your pussy wet, thinking how good my cock would feel inside you?" I paused again. "The truth" he reminded me. I nodded, ashamed of my feelings. "Do you want me inside you?"

"Please just let me go," I begged. His grip tightened and he pushed his body up against me. I could feel his rigid member through the fabric of my skirt and panties, pressing against the crease of my ass, I gasped; it was huge and rock hard. He began to grind himself into me. "Do you want me inside you?" Oh, God I really did want him, but I knew I couldn't answer him truthfully this time.

"No" I said as steadily as I could.

"Your first lie" he mocked disapprovingly. His hand slid down my top and inside my bra to cup my breast. I wriggled frantically, but he was so strong. He rubbed his thumb over my erect nipple, and then pinched it hard. I yelped as the pain shot through my body, turning to pleasure as the sensation reached between my legs. He began kneading my breast, squeezing and pulling at me.

"Stop" I breathed.

"Just claiming my prize" he smiled and pinched my nipple again. I gasped. "Do you like that?" he taunted.

I almost said no, but was scared he would know I was lying and claim another part of my body, so I swallowed my pride and answered truthfully, "Yes".

"Good girl. I was sure you were going to lie again," he continued caressing my breast and rubbing my nipple hard. "Tell me, are you honourable?" he asked. The question threw me a little; it didn't seem to fit with his line of questioning so far.

Nevertheless, the answer was easy "Yes. I like to think so" His hand slipped out from clutching at my breast and I stifled a sigh. I wasn't sure if it was a sigh of relief or disappointment.

"Take off your top" he ordered.

"What? No!" I exclaimed, wondering how he could possibly think I was going to comply.

"I thought you said you were honourable?"

"I am!" I argued defiantly.

"Then take off your top. You lied and now I can claim any part of you that I choose. That was the agreement; so take off your top!" I thought about what he'd said for a moment. "Now!" he ordered and there was something dangerous in his tone of voice that demanded I obey him. I nodded in agreement and he loosened his grip on me. I briefly considered making a run for the door, but wasn't sure I'd make it; he was clearly in a position to easily over-power me. I reached for my top and pulled it over my head. I dropped it to the floor next to the bed. "Lose the bra," he said unclasping it and I slid the straps down my arms and let it fall. The cool air hardened my nipples further and goosebumps appeared on my arms and shoulders; that's what I told myself; it had nothing to do with his fingers sliding over my skin. "Turn around" he whispered and I slowly turned to face him. His eyes focused on my breasts and his hands grasped them gently, his thumbs rubbing over my nipples, causing pleasure to shoot along my nerve endings. He raised his eyes to mine as he continued stroking me. I tried desperately not to show any emotion on my face, but my breathing wouldn't calm and my heart wouldn't stop pounding in my chest. He smiled knowingly. Keeping eye contact with me, he leaned down and took one of my nipples between his lips. It took all my effort not to moan aloud as his tongue flicked out and licked at it before sucking it into his mouth, his tongue circling and flicking continuously as his hand moved to my free nipple and pinched it hard. This time the moan escaped before I had the chance to stifle it. My pussy flooded with my warm juice, soaking my panties so much it felt like I'd peed myself. His grip tightened on my breasts and he squeezed them together as if trying to meld them into one. His tongue darted between nipples, sucking, licking, biting gently. The sensations were driving me crazy with lust. I found myself closing my eyes, my head tilting back as my breathing quickened and small moans of pleasure escaped. I tried frantically not to run my fingers through his hair and hold his head against me so he wouldn't stop. I couldn't help but imagine what that tongue would feel like flicking over another sensitive part of my body. I wanted him; there was no denying it. He was strong, sexy, and unbelievably gorgeous and the alpha male in him radiated out of every pore of his being. I wanted him. I wanted him bad.

Suddenly he stopped and I almost cried out with need. I opened my eyes to find him standing in front of me, his mouth inches away from mine. I looked at those beautiful full lips and his tongue moved out to lick them. I found myself moving in, mesmerized. Just as my lips were about to touch his, he spoke. "You want to kiss me."

It wasn't a question, but I found myself answering anyway "Yes".

He smiled devilishly and leaned in again, his lips just grazing mine "What would your boyfriend say?" Just like that, my sense came flooding in. I stepped back to find the bed at my calves. He smiled and reached out for my breast, cupping it gently and stroking his thumb over my nipple again.

"We have to stop," I pleaded.

"Why?" he asked, raising his other hand to cup my free breast. I tried to pull away, but he tightened his grip painfully.

"Please" I begged, tears threatening to spill. "You've had your fun, now just let me go" I tried to pull away again and almost succeeded. His arm hooked around my waist and he threw me down on the bed, laying his body down on top of mine, effectively pinning me beneath him. I tried pushing him off, but he just laughed and grabbed my wrists, holding them above my head. Grasping them in one hand, his other hand moved down to my skirt and pulled it up to my waist. "No!" I screamed and struggled, frantically trying to escape. I managed to get a hand free, but he was on me before I had a chance to claw his eyes out. He held me tight, almost cutting off the circulation and the next thing I knew, he was binding my wrists together and tying them to the bed. I pulled and wriggled, but whatever he'd used was holding and I was just hurting myself with each twist. He stood watching my struggle with an amused expression on his face. "Don't do this," I begged "Please".

His smile widened "I told you I like it when you beg". He lifted his t-shirt over his head, revealing a tanned, sculpted chest. My god, he really was gorgeous. His hands moved down to his jeans and as the zip lowered, I held my breath, unable to take my eyes off him. His jeans came down. He had well built legs, muscled, but not overly so, perfect in fact. His hands moved to his boxers, his thumbs sliding in the waistband. He stopped and I looked up to see him watching me. I turned away, embarrassed at being caught in what was so obviously an ogle. He chuckled. "Do you want me to take these off?" he asked his voice husky.

"Of course not" I snapped "I want you to untie me and let me go!"

"Three more lies" he sneered "and I thought you were such a good girl"

"I'm not lying!" I defended.

"And another, my, my. That makes four parts of you that you've given me, how delightful," he taunted and his boxers came down to reveal his huge dick. It was both long and thick, and extremely hard.

His mushroom head was huge and my pussy involuntarily twitched with sheer wanton lust. "Oh god" I mumbled.

"Do you like my cock?" he asked his eyes hungrily gazing over my body. "You can lie if you want to" he dared, "In fact, I'd like you to lie". I kept silent, knowing any answer was bound to excite him further. He stood closer, towering over me. "Do you like my cock?" he repeated. I turned my head the other way, ignoring him. He sat on the bed beside me and leaned down so his lips grazed my ear when he spoke "Are you forfeiting?" he whispered softly as his hand stroked over my breasts.

"No I'm not forfeiting! I'm not playing your damn game! Let me go! Now!" I demanded. He simply laughed. I was furious. "Paul's going to be here any minute. He'll stop you." His laugh abruptly halted and I smiled smugly, now I had him.

"Oh sweetie" he purred, stroking my hair "Paul isn't coming back any time soon. He and Jack have gone clubbing for the night." I started to shake my head and was about to argue, when he cut in "He asked me to make sure you enjoyed yourself" his voice full of sexual innuendo.

"You're lying" I accused venomously.

"Hate to break it to you darling, but he and Jack like to play this game all the time."

"What are you talking about? You mean they feed you their girlfriends, so you can rape them?" I asked acidly. His face darkened and I was instantly sorry I'd said anything at all. No matter how pretty the packaging, he was dangerous. He must have seen the fear on my face, but he didn't smile as I thought he would. Instead, he continued to stroke my hair, almost trying to soothe me. I was confused. "Paul and Jack find it easier to break up with their girlfriends if they have something to accuse them of, that way it's the girls fault, not theirs. They're cowards. For your information, I don't rape them, I don't even sleep with them, it's just a make out session; but it's enough for them to feel guilty. Well, most of them" he smiled.

"But I don't understand why. Why don't they just tell them it's over? I don't get it."

"Like I said, they're cowards," he answered.

"Wait a minute. Does that mean this is Paul's way of breaking up with me? By asking you to seduce me?" I asked incredulously. That toad!

"Well..." he hesitated. It was the first time I'd even sensed doubt from him. "It was only meant to be a kiss" he admitted "but... well... you..."