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He smiles as he hands her the joint, and she accepts it nervously before taking a slow drag. She's still nervous, despite the couple of glasses of wine she's drunk and the numerous joints they've shared.
Feeling scared and exposed, sat in a strangers kitchen, contemplating the impulsiveness and recklessness of her decision. While his eyes burn into her, studying her. Unable to meet his gaze, she's full of shyness and embarrassment, as he looks at her legs and at her breasts spilling out of the top of her dress. She sips her wine nervously and he rises from his chair.
She doesn't lift her eyes to meet his until he's right over her. Then his hand grabs her throat, his tongue thrusts into her mouth. He kisses her hard as he kicks her legs apart. "Wider" he barks and she complies, the new thong she's wearing cuts into her freshly shaven cunt.
"Smoke it" he says as he pushes her back against the kitchen chair, pushing her face away so she can't look at him. She inhales the joint in her right hand as his hand pushes her face into the wall so hard it hurts her cheek bone.
His knee pushes hard against her cunt. "Smoke it" he barks before she has even had chance to exhale the last drag. She complies as his hand molests her, pushing down her dress and then her bra, releasing her breasts into the cold air.
"Smoke it", smoke it" he insists as he squeezes her breasts so hard it hurts them, pulls hard at her nipples, makes her wince at the pain of it. "Smoke it" he whispers as he gropes her. His other hand finding her throat, cutting off the air supply ever so slightly, while his elbow still pushes her face hard into the wall.
Every drag she takes of the joint is barely finished before she takes the next one and now she feels dizzy, so dizzy she imagines that if her hand wasn't round her throat, if his elbow wasn't pushing her into the wall and his knee wasn't pressed into her cunt that she might fall off the chair.
"Smoke it" his breath is hot and thick against her cheek, lips close to her ear. "Smoke it" She doesn't want to anymore, she feels so light headed, so woozy. The hand round her throat feels too tight, she can't breathe properly, panic starts to rise in her as she struggles to swallow against his grip. This only seems to amuse him and he squeezes harder.
"Smoke it" he whispers, and she does the best she can though desperate for oxygen. His knee between her legs is replaced by his hand, roughly pushing into her cunt. "Smoke it" he hisses as he pushes her face even harder into the wall, her cheek bone burns.
She feels out of it now, in a slightly different reality, dizzy and floaty and breathless. He tells her how wet her cunt is, how much it wants him and she can tell from his voice how much he's enjoying her body, her weakness, her submissiveness.
"Smoke it" he orders and she does, thankful that there is probably not much left to smoke anymore.
His fingers push violently into her cunt, stuffing the thong inside her that he hasn't bothered to move out the way. He's pushing his body so hard into her now, that she can feel his hard cock digging into her.
She's feels weak and powerlessness, a drugged little slut. The joint is still burning, clasped desperately in her right hand. Though she can't move it anymore as he's so close now. One hand violently invading her cunt, the other squeezing her exposed breasts.
Her head is pounding and she's so dizzy she wouldn't be able to stop him if she tried. Not that she wants too, she wants the hard cock digging into her body to be in her mouth, using her, violating her even further than this assault.
His breath against her face is hot and full of passion as he whispers in her ear how hard he's going to fuck her mouth, how much of a whore she's going to be. Lips getting closer and closer to her face. Collar bone still being crushed, throat squeezed, face squashed into the wall.
She can feel the smile on his lips as he presses his face into hers, his body into hers. He licks slowly up her cheek, laughing with contempt in his voice, "Filthy bitch" he mocks before he spits on her face and on her mouth. "Not yet" he says releasing her "I'm not going to have you yet".
She's panting and dizzy, as she quickly adjusts to avoid slipping off the chair once his weight is no longer pinning her.
Legs wide, cunt and the tops of her thighs wet and sticky, thong pushed into her, clit throbbing. Breasts exposed and red and sore from pawing. Burnt down joint butt still in her right hand.
She looks down at herself, at the sight of her exposed lustful state, at him standing looking at what he's reduced her too. Then she looks up, looks straight into his eyes for the first time since meeting him. She feels the fire burning in her eyes, displaying her wanton desire.
Silently pleading with every inch of her to be taken. "Not yet" he says, and she can hear the triumph in his voice because he knows that he can have her.
Edited Mon 1 Mar 10, 4:12 AM by poutanaki
| 28 Feb 10, 1:44 AM Princess_Dragomiroff 24 mths  |
Thank you poutanaki, That was beautiful, powerfully intense writing. HRH x |
