The Window

"Start walking backward," he orders. This stuns me as I was sure he was going to take pics of me. Confused I nearly ask him, 'are you sure that's what you want?' But I don't. Him requesting this puts me back in the shoes of a scared little girl that is at the mercy of a crazy bastard of a man. Shaking and scared, I take a step backward, knowing that this means I'm going to move closer to him. Then I take another step. And another. My steps are small and slow as I can't see behind me. After all my hands are still behind my head, making it impossible to see anything behind me.

My heart is pounding and my breaths are pants as I've never been so scared, aroused and humiliated at the same time. It feels like I've taken 100 steps backward as I do this, even if it's only been a few. What is he going to do? Is he going to touch me? Or hit me? Or something worse?

It occurs to me that I can scream to end this. At some point in the past few minutes I forgot I could do this. That a single scream and run towards the door will end all of this. I just been doing whatever he said as I've been giving into this dark feeling that I feel. But now I remember that I can scream...that I can get out of this. With that knowledge I tell myself that it's now or never. Scream for help and he'll run off, or stay quiets and he'll do... whatever he wants.

"Stop and lift your right foot," he tells me, and these words make my choice for me. I'm not going to scream. I'll tell myself it's because I'm too scared but in this moment, I know that's not true. I want more. I want this. I want him to take me against my will.

I lift my right foot up, bending my knee so my foot goes behind me. His order confused me as I'm not sure what he's about to do. Is he going to do something to my bare foot? I sure hope not, but it's not like I can do anything about it.

I gasp as I feel his hand grab my bare foot. His hands are so course, so rough, so strong as they hold my foot. Yet they pull on my foot very gently. I let him pull my foot and leg behind me as he goes very slow with it, making sure not to knock me off balance.

My shin taps against something and then I figure what he's doing. He's pulling my leg through the window. He's going to take me out of my bedroom. Sure enough, after a moment I feel him guiding my foot down and out. Then my bare foot touches the grass that is right outside my window.

"Now the left foot," he orders, and I can hear his own excitement. With another deep breath, I lift my left foot which leaves me in a very uncomfortable feeling. I'm sticking out of my bedroom window, my legs stretching out. But I lift my other foot and he holds me so I don't fall over. He guides this foot out of the window as well.

My left foot touches the grass now so I am standing outside with my upper body still inside my bed room. My hips are pressed against the windowsill in a very strange position. He doesn't pull me completely out of the window. On the contrary, I think this is exactly how he wants me.

"Oh my gosh," I say out loud clearly as I feel his hand on my back, pushing forward. He pushes gently but firmly, making my upper body move forward. He's bending me over. Bending me over like a whore. He's going to bend me over the windowsill.

This can't be happening. It just can't be. But I bend over as he pushes down until I'm making an L shape on its side. I'm bent over completely, my upper body inside my room where my tits dangle, jiggling at any movement. And my legs, cunt and ass on the outside.

Without a word he grabs my right arm and gently pulls on it, signaling he wants me to give him my hand. So I move my hand behind me, to which he grabs my wrist and holds it behind my back. Once he has my hand, he grabs my left arm, to which I give him that hand as well. In a single hand, he holds my wrists in a vice like grip while he pushes down to keep me in place in a somewhat painful position. He's bent me over my own bedroom window and holds me in place.

Now I hear a zipper being undone. At the sound of this, I pant so hard that I can hear my own breathing. This is really happening. He's about to fuck me. He's going to fuck me like this. I'm so scared and excited I'm scared I might pass out.

Again, I know I could scream to save myself. But I'm not going to. I want this. As horrible as that is, I want this. I want this man who is taking what he wants without any reservations to fuck me. To take me against my will.

With a grunt, he uses his boot to spread my left leg, then my right. I'm spread so wide that I'm off balance and have to move to my tip toes. Now I can't move even if I wanted to. He has it so my entire body is balanced on my hips, with him holding me down, making sure I can't move at all.

"Listen up bitch, this is your punishment for having those big fucking titties and a dirty pussy," he grunts in my ear and then I feel something pressing against my opening. I feel my body tense as I feel his member pressing against my pussy, but he is quick to push and hold me down, making sure I can't move. As he does this, he laughs. He laughs at me. Laughs as I'm naked, with my bottom half sticking out of my window, about to be fucked. Laughs as there's nothing I can do.

He suddenly thrusts forward, his cock going deep in my pussy. I let out a loud groan at this and my entire body burns. I know he's not that big...down there...maybe 5 inches at most, but in my mind his cock is at least 15 inches. It feels like every inch of my pussy is being violated by his cock. It fills me up in a way no man or sex toy ever has.

Laughing at my reaction, he pulls back, then thrusts in, shoving that huge cock in to the hilt. A part of me is very grateful that he isn't mocking me for how wet I am as he's having no trouble thrusting in and out of me. His cock can easily fuck me as I don't think I've ever been this wet in my life. I can even feel my wetness running down my legs.

Suddenly I feel a piece of cloth being rubbed in my face. I try to turn my head as I think he's trying to wipe my face for some reason. Then I realize what he's really doing as the cloth moves down towards my mouth. When he finds my mouth, he shoves the cloth inside with two fingers. He's gagging me with the panties I was just wearing. He pushes them halfway in my mouth, with half sticking out to gag my sounds.

Now the thrusting stops and the fucking begins. He begins to slam into me, forcing his cock to go as deep and as fast as it can in my pussy. The clapping sound begins as his body slams into mine, only I hear the sound the house makes from this impact. He fucks me, picking up speed each time as I moan and groan into the panties in my mouth in pleasure. I feel my tits bouncing around wildly as he fucks me like this. They bounce so hard that they hit the wall, then damn near hit me in the face on the top of the bounce.

It happens. I knew it was going to, but I had no warning on how intense it would be. I cum. And I cum hard. Harder than I ever have in my life. My eyes roll backward which I've never felt before and my body feels like it's been set on fire as the waves of pleasure run over. I moan into my panties, feeling traces of my own wetness against my tongue. The waves of dark pleasure that run over me are more intense than I've ever felt. For a moment I my heart pounds so hard in my chest that everything goes dark for a moment as I'm sure I'm going to pass out from my orgasm.

"Oh damn," he man grunts and then I feel him cum in me. Feeling this I'm shocked. Shocked that he's cum in me and also shocked in disappointed as I wanted him to fuck me like this for the rest of my life and not for just a minute. I want him to fuck me harder, longer and laugh while he does it too.

But he stops fucking me and keeps his cock inside me, letting more and more of his cum shoot into me. I feel his member pulse as it shoots it seed, and then it stops. He doesn't remove it, even after he's cum, making me feel like a dog that's been dominated by another dog and this is that reminder.

In a daze he keeps me like this, bent over and held like a cheap whore in a back alley that you can do whatever you want with. And worst of all, the waves of my orgasm haven't fully stopped and I twitch from the overwhelming nature of it. The waves are not as intense, but they do keep running over me.

"You know," the man starts as he finally pulls out of me, making me gasp. "I can't believe you did all that. You let me fuck you like a bitch, sticking out your own bedroom window," he says and laughs a mean laugh.

And in the worst humiliation of the night, his laugh makes me cum again, with me unable to speak but arching my ass out in a silent bid to beg him to stick his cock back in my pussy and to murder it. I moan as I keep arching my aching pussy, so badly wanting him...or anyone to fuck me.

"Thanks for your bra and panties bitch," he laughs and lets go of me. My body slides down the window some as my feet go fully to the ground. My tits actually stop me and when I feel this, I stand on my own, if you could call it standing.

The sound of him pulling up his pants and grabbing the bag of my underwear can now be heard. A moment later I hear him walking off, leaving me like this. He took what he wanted and now is leaving. Leaving me with his cum in my pussy and naked pics of me, as well as with my bras and panties.

My hands hold onto the sides of the window as if I don't, I'd fall to the ground as my legs are Jello as the remains of my orgasm are still running over me. I stay like this, knowing I can't move even if I wanted to. Who knows who can see me at the moment, maybe my neighbors, maybe someone on the street...but I don't really care. The world could be ending and I wouldn't care.

I stay like this, used, humiliated and fucked by a stranger, knowing this is and will be the best sex of my entire life.