Story time: gagged with a bottle <3

So, this experience vaguely came up a few days ago in a comment and I've been thinking about it ever since! It's one of my fondest experiences, even though it's pretty light on the rapey >.< I have had 0 free time for any fun things, but I'm off right now and it's hot. There's no way I'm leaving my apt until sunset.

Friday night, I'm getting home late after work (3, 4ish in the morning) and my neighbor (let's call him Barry for the fellow Archer fans) was walking his dog drunkenly after a night on the town.

Barry stops me at the entrance to our apartment building (it's fenced in, kind of a U shaped open building). I've ALWAYS had a crush on him- tall, blonde, muscular, owns one of the cutest fucking mop dogs I've ever seen in my life. He's perpetually confident in an annoyingly alpha male way. He lives three doors down, on the opposite side of the hallway. But, I'm rarely home since my crazy roommate is crazy, and I never see him around. Aaaanyway an hour and a half go by talking to him and I'm starting to just be tired of petting his dog and listen to him drunkenly rant, so I slowly walk towards my apartment and he does the same. As I'm trying to unlock my door, he invites me over for a beer, which is super tempting because I hate being in my apartment and I also just got off work.

"One beer sounds good, but then I have to call it a night, it's late," I say. "Of course," he agrees, and we walk to his studio down the hall. Once we get in, he cracks open a couple, gives me one- (which might I add was an overly hoppy IPA) and we sit on his couch and talk about his dog. I drain mine quickly seeing as I'm thirsty, so he takes my empty and gets up to get me another.

I check my phone for the time, I'm about ready to make an excuse and peace out- as I do, he comes up behind me with one hand on my throat and one hand shoving the empty beer bottle he just got from me into my mouth. I struggle and attempt to yell incoherently which causes me to gag on the bottle that's almost shoved down my throat. He lifts me off the couch like this and bends me over the arm of it standing, one of his hands pinning both my wrists together, the other one holding the bottle in place still.

"I heard you with a guy* before and I know you like it rough. Now, I'm going to let your hands go so you can take your pants off. Be a good girl," he whispers, and I just nod and attempt a muffled yes. (*note: this guy was my ex-bf, and he hadn't been over in two months since we'd broken up)

He lets my hands go, and as soon as I can take my pants off, he spanks me hard, one cheek than the other as I squeal and tears fall. He finally takes the bottle out of my mouth, SPANKS ME WITH IT (it was amazingly hot), spins me around, and then he takes my shirt and bra off.

He starts slapping my boobs until they glow, occasionally grabbing my nipples and tugging and twisting them. "God, you have amazing tits. I bet you've heard that before though." I don't say anything in response, but at this point, I can't even pretend that I'm trying to defend myself against him. I'm dripping wet and absolutely in subspace. "God, you really like this! Who would have known you're such a dirty one?" he teases me between slaps. I can only nod and moan at this point.

He THROWS me onto his bed across the room, spanks me hard, then takes off his pants and THE LARGEST COCK I'VE EVER SEEN ON A WHITE GUY COMES OUT. Massive. I guess it was a pretty normal long length, like 7.5-8 inches, but the girth was as wide as my arm!! I just started to stare and he laughed. "Not bad, right?" he teased me.

He wasted no time after that, and when he shoves his cock in me me I can't help but scream. One hand immediately covers my mouth, and the other slaps my ass then starts grabbing my hip and using that as leverage to drill me. It does NOT fit in me, and each thrust is too much and he mercilessly keeps pushing and I can't shut up for the life of me as hard as I try.

It seems like only seconds later and I needed to cum already. True to my BDSM training, I ask him "May I please cum?" and he just starts laughing. "Yes." He's confident when he answers, even though I'm sure he has no fucking clue why I'd ask that and not just cum. He just keeps fucking hard me as I cum and digs one hand into my hair, pulling my head up and growling into my ear. "You have hair made for pulling. It's like you were made for this, you're a little slut aren't you?"

He's laughing each time I react- he's so observant and in tune and I can't even form sentences. He keeps alternating between pulling my hair and slapping my ass and I came again, then again. After the last time, he flips me around, both heels on his shoulders, pinning my wrists above my head with one hand again. He roughly grabs and sucks on one of my boobs, flicks the other, and I completely lose it. There is too much sensation and I can't help but SCREAM my fucking head off. He stuffs part of the blanket into my mouth and I'm trying to push him off as he fucks me, my weak attempts to push him off having no effect on his rhythm, and then he finally cums (He had a condom on? I don't even remember him putting one on but go him). He keeps his hand on my throat as he does it and chokes me until he's finished, then gently slaps my face, unhooks my legs from his shoulders, and goes and grabs his beer. He is smiling the biggest, most wicked smile I've seen. He asks if I want water, gets me a glass. I drain it, he lays down next to me and we both pass out.

Next morning he goes to work, I do the very brief walk of shame to my apartment and go to work as well. That was definitely not the last time I saw him though! .