26F4M Bait

The night is oppressively hot, and my apartment doesn't have AC, which means I am boiling hot. I walk around the flat in a pair of panties and a shirt that barely covers my ass, my nipples peeking through the thin white fabric.

I go to bed early, but end up tossing and turning all night. I can’t get any proper sleep, and instead I’m just drifting between being half-conscious. Sometime in the night, I shoot up in bed. I could swear I heard a sound, but nothing happens. Maybe just the hot breeze shutting a window somewhere in the house. I’m not usually afraid, but there are nights when the smallest sound makes me anxious.

I try to go back to sleep when I feel your hand over my mouth. I’m so shocked I can’t even bite down when you slip your fingers inside my mouth. You’re wearing smooth leather gloves, and when you fuck my throat with them I choke, desperately trying to get away.

This can’t be happening. I’ve been so careful. No one knows I’m alone tonight. Please don’t hurt me, god, please don’t. But I can’t say a word because your hand is on me and my mouth is full. My body’s struggling but you hold me down so I can’t move a single limb.

Suddenly, your fingers slip out of me, but before I can make a sound, you place a ball gag in their place. I start to cry, desperate, shivering little sobs that turn you the fuck on, making your cock tent your pants, desperate to be buried inside my hot little cunt.

You rip my shirt off me while I scramble to get away from you. You keep grabbing me and pulling me back, and when you’ve finally had enough, you tie my hands and my legs down. I struggle so much you’re sure I’m going to overpower you for a second, but you get on top of me and finish the job. I tear at your face desperately, but you just tie me down, not letting a single slap hit your cheek.

And then you get to fucking work.

You rip my panties off and admire my pussy in the night air, glistening with something you’re sure is need. You slap me between my legs, so hard I cry into the gag. But I can’t do a thing. I’m completely, utterly, at your mercy.

You pull your cock out, leaving everything else on. You stroke it with one hand, while the other, still in the glove, goes inside me. You fuck my pussy like I’m supposed to be able to take this, four fingers so deep inside my cunt it feels like they’re tearing me up inside. You know you’re going to rape me. That’s why you came inside my room, anyway… But you’re going to have some fun first.

You ruin my pussy with your fingers, and when I start howling into the gag, you slip your fifth finger inside me and fuck me with your fist. I look delicious like that, with tears streaming down my face and my body struggling desperately. You have to be inside me. You have to fuck me, and you have to do it fucking raw.

You slip all but two fingers out, and then force your dick in me even though I’m already so fucking full. You start thrusting, low grunts leaving your lips as I howl and beg in muffled screams. You’ve never seen a girl cry so pretty. I’m such a good girl for you.

You can feel me cumming from the way my pussy spasm on your fingers and your cock. Not just cumming, but covering your cock in my juices and splashing as I squirt all over your balls. It drives you insane. It makes you cum right away, and you thank your fucking stars you’ll be able to go a second time. You’ve been edging for so long for me. Just so you could rape me like I’ve always wanted.

You fill my pussy with your cum and feel it soak your own gloved fingers inside me, and you lean down to whisper in my ear. I look a fucking mess, crying, hair sticking to my face, my makeupless face blotchy and streaked with tears.

“Such a good girl,” you growl in my ear. “I knew you’d be so good for me. I knew you’d love raping me. All those hints you dropped, babygirl. You knew I was going to come for you.”

You slip my gag out for just a few moments and I breathe in so deeply I choke on the sudden supply of air.

“Say thank you Daddy,” you grin at me. “Thank you for reading my prompts and finding me, thanks for using me and raping my pretty little body.”

“Thank you Daddy,” I cry out, and my tears turn you on more than ever.

“And what else?” you demand.

“Please,” I cry. “Can I please have more?”