Kate's Morning After

Her name is Kate.

We met online. She had a pretty face, big green eyes, and a slightly bucktoothed smile. From the wrong angle, her face still showed the roundness from when she was fatter, but she'd lost the weight.

Now her stomach was flat, but not gym-toned, and she was in-shape without being slender. She had large breasts and a firm, shapely ass which gave an hour-glass figure. When I first saw her, I wasn't sure if I found her attractive. But after a couple of hours of chatting and watching her ass when she got up to visit the ladies room, I was a little intrigued.

She might not have been the sort of girl I'd have chosen for a relationship, but I definitely wanted to fuck her. Kate had the look of a girl who was great in bed and would be up for just about anything.

For some reason it took me a while to ask her out again. She agreed quickly, said she was hoping for a kiss next time. She got what she wanted with the promise of more on the third date.

She comes to my place, looking casual but ready for more. We have a great evening of laughs and increasingly intense kissing and then, out of the blue, she says she's going home. I didn't mind but I was a little confused. We seemed to really click.

The next day she apologised saying she's a little uncertain about going straight to bed. Her last boyfriend messed her around and she's feeling a little fragile. We'll do it soon. We agree to have a proper night out.

The day arrives and the weather is stunning. Kate arrives in this strapless summer maxi-dress, which shows off her curves while suggesting even more underneath. My cock is already getting hard looking at her.

After a few drinks, we're kissing and getting ready to go out. All night, the kissing is passionate. My hand's on that big, firm ass and it's definitely going my way. Until we get on the train home and she starts being awkward. I don't know what's changed, but it's obvious there are some doubts.

When we get back, we're straight into bed, but she's being really defensive. I figure she's drunk and leave it there, despite my rock hard prick and my desires.

Next morning, I'm pressed close against her - front to her back - when I wake up. She's already awake, but just lying there. Her ass is against my cock, which is somehow even harder than the night before, and my hand is on her stomach. It's this really quiet, intimate, erotic moment. A brief hesitation before the lust begins.

I push my self closer, feeling my dick between her ass cheeks. She clenches up a little as I rub up and down her ass and I moan a little at the sensation. I start kissing her neck and shoulders and use the hand on her stomach to keep her tight against me.

Already, I'm getting off on this, except she's strangely quiet and still. I ask if she's okay and she says yes. She's still pressed into me, but maybe just enjoying the tension, leading me on.

All night I'd been thinking about those breasts, so I let my hand slowly move under her vest. Her left tit fills my hand easily with the nipple starting to stiffen as I caress it. I give it a little pinch and she gasps just slightly before her breathing gets heavier. But that's it.

I'm still pushing my hard cock into her ass, getting more and more tender there, wanting more. The pre-come is getting my boxers wet and when I look down it's leaving a mark on her panties. I want to be in her.

I slide my hand back down to her stomach, and slowly move it towards her panties. She shifts. Not away but not into me. Okay. I move my hand the rest of the way, feeling the roughness of where she'd shaved her pussy.

Her clit is easy to find and she flinches when my index finger reaches it. The heat from her increases and I let my finger move a little further. "D..." she moans. She moves her hand down, I think to guide me. She tries to pull my hand away. I hold firm, feeling her wetness start to come. "D... please don't..." She grips my wrist and gently digs her nails in. It makes me harder.

What is going on? I arch my finger, slipping it inside her. She's tight, like she's tensing on purpose. I pull her into me, and she tries to pull away. But I feel the heat and I don't want her to move. My heart is going crazy in my chest and there's a moment when none of this is real to me. Then I decide.

I pull up my right arm, which had been underneath her neck where we lay, and wrap around her neck, in a sort of sleeper hold. She's trapped. She keeps wriggling. "Please... I don't want this..."

Thoughts of her in the maxi-dress, her rubbing against me in the bar, and the kisses with her tongue in my mouth fill my head. She did everything to get me worked up. I say, "I do."

I tighten my grip, choking her until she stops scratching my arms. I use my free hand to pull her panties down. Her thighs are soaked with her juices. She might not want it, but her body is responding with a very different message.

I push her left leg up a little and reach underneath her to make sure I'm on target. She's tight as I feel the wet parting between her legs. Kate starts to complain, so I tighten my grip on her throat and push my cock into the opening of her pussy. She starts to cry and as she does I push in. Hard. She cries loudly. She isn't in control anymore. I'm raping her cockteasing cunt.

I wish I could say I was gentle, but that would be a lie. I started thrusting hard, enjoying that she was fighting and making her pussy even tighter. Instead of keeping me out, it made me even hornier, taking pleasure in violating her. If she started trying to pull away, I choked her enough to bring her back under control - even though I enjoyed the struggle.

By then, I was struggling to get the leverage I wanted to really ruin her pussy. So I flipped her on to her knees, and pulled her hair so her head snapped back. "Do not fucking move or I will beat you fucking senseless."

From my position, I could see her red, swollen pussy ready for further abuse. Her beautiful ass was clean and tight. Perhaps I'd have time for that later. It's not like she'd be going any where until I was done.

My cock went in much easier this time. I'd loosened her up nicely. For a while I was firm but not forceful with my thrusts. She looked so good in that position, I showed her a little tenderness, holding my body against hers, playing with her magnificent breasts, kissing her neck and treating her like a goddess. After all, I liked her. She was cute and fun and she had a killer body.

She responded to the gentler approach, even turning her head and kissing me. As she got into it, pushing her firm ass into me, driving herself toward climax, I held myself steady, letting her take pleasure in my cock. Her whole body bucked and her pussy spasmed. I felt fluid running down my balls and she came hard.

As she relaxed, I pulled her back violently. "You dirty slut," I growled, spanking her ass so hard she yelped in paid. "I didn't say you get to come. You think you can tease me all night and then get an orgasm?" I struck her another five times.

"I'll scream..." she spluttered out, in between gasps and deep sobs of despair and distress.

"You will not."

I pulled out of her and pushed her on to her back. Her breasts were straining at her vest and her pussy was soaking my sheets. Kate tried to roll from under me.

I grabbed her throat and slapped her as hard as I could. The snap was thrilling. Her eyes filled with tears. A cry slipped from her lips, just at the same time as blood pooled and spread from where they had split.

"Next time, it won't be a slap."

Her tits were still under her top and that wasn't where they should be. I tore the vest apart and took them in before groping them roughly.

"D... please..."

I pulled her nipple as hard as I could. She screamed. "Shut up."

I push her legs apart and slammed my rock-hard prick into her again. With one hand on her throat, and the other holding her left leg up, I fucked her so hard she would cry out with every thrust. Every so often I would restrict her breathing just to let her know I was going to do whatever I wanted. And that was to make her my little fuckslut.

After a few minutes of hammering her and slapping her engorged breasts, I wanted something a bit different. I looked around and saw my belt on the floor. I picked it up and watched her eyes go wide. "I'm not going to lash you. Well not yet. Get on your knees."

She knew not to mess around now. She kneeled and assumed the position. "Good little slut," I whispered and I wrapped the belt round her neck like a leash and pulled it tight. Complete control. She gasped and slid her ass up to my erection. The tip of my prick briefly pushed at her asshole, but I wanted to give that hole some proper attention. It would wait.

Instead I lowered myself a little, sliding in to her pussy properly. There was no time for being gentle now. I started thrusting again. It was hard and rough and fast. I spanked her until the flesh was bright red across her ass, and she was crying openly from the trauma of what I was doing to her. I kept her back arched up so she was pushing down on my cock, making her tighter.

When I was nearly done, ready to blow my load, I flipped her over. He eyes were red from crying, there was dried blood on her lips from where I'd slapped her, and her pussy looked absolutely raw.

I slapped her again. I pulled her hair hard. I slapped her breasts. "Did you come?" "Three times..." she sobbed.

I slapped her again, spitting that she was a selfish, filthy whore. My hand wrapped around her throat and I slammed my cock into her throbbing mound. Again and again I violated her and then, as I was coming, I tightened my grip choking her until panic filled her eyes. She dug her nails into my legs, my sides, my arm... she looked at me, desperate.

Finally. Relief. I exploded. My grip loosened. She cried out. I cried out. I filled her up and pulled out, still coming, covering her stomach with my load.

I knelt over her. Owning her. I grabbed her hair and pulled her up so she could suck my dick clean. Her mouth covered it and she took it all the way down to her throat. Once finished, she covered her face and cried, sobbing deeply, her body shaking like the used up whore she was.

I'd raped her. I loved it. Looking at the bruises on her face and nipples was like a document of my abuse. If only I'd had a camera. I pulled her hands away and looked at her whole incredible body, thinking our first time together could have been gentler and sweeter - but now she was just a fuck toy for my pleasure. "What do you say now?"

She looked at me, trembling. Her round face distorted by the violence of the last 15 minutes. She reached her hand towards my cock, still stiff. She stroked it, tenderly before moving to my hand, still on her left thigh and pulling it to get me to come closer to her.

As my face came to hers, she whispered: "Can we do it again?" Then she kissed me.

We fucked three more times that day before she went home, each with a different sort of violence, from fucking her face, to my fist deep in her pussy, to my cock in her ass, nearly splitting her in two. Every one of her holes was red raw.

I felt sick and guilty for what I'd done, especially for how much I'd enjoyed it and how much I wanted to do it again. Lying together after the first abuse, she kissed me tenderly and said she'd always wanted to know what it would be like to be raped. The idea had always turned her on.

She hadn't imagined I would do it to her. But now she was scared if we kept doing it something bad would happen. There was something wrong and broken in me, and her too. That was the last tenderness we showed each other that day. My skin was covered in deep scratches, my own mementos of our day together.

I walked her to her car afterwards. Her lips were busted up and swollen, eyes red from crying, bruises livid across her cheeks. Strangely, she still looked sexy for being broken. Maybe I like girls to be in distress. She couldn't walk properly from the beating she'd taken inside and out. But she held my hand.

With the car door open, she turned around and slapped me as hard as she could. Fair return, I guess. Her face showed she was waiting for me to retaliate, but I knew it would just end in me wanting to take her indoors and do more to her.

She stepped forward and kissed me passionately, pressing her body in close, so I could feel her breasts through last night's maxi-dress. "Don't call me again."

I never did.