This story is my own work, and is completely fictional. My email is dirtboxx112@yahoo.com
Sunday dinner over Stuart and I sprawled contented and entwined on the sofa, enjoying the warmth of our satisfied bellies and each others soft bodies. I pulled his docile hand to my lips and planted a delicate kiss on the brunt of his knuckles, his heavy fingers plastic in my grip. He stirred and placed his other hand on my stomach and, pushing the hem of my shirt aside, finding the supple skin beneath, playing over the surface of my torso, brushing my nipples and muttering unintelligable nothings. Leaning my head towards his he instinctively met my lips with his and our kiss brought a deep breath to both our noses as we shared air and the smell of each others bodies.
Stuart pulled his hand from mine and exchanged my gentle caress for a hard grip around my wrist, levering me backwards so that I found myself pushed under his weight, our lips still locked. His groin pressed hard against mine and I could feel the growing length of his cock, the pulse of blood in our erections in syncopated rythmn. He growled into my mouth and I tasted the hot stink of his body, his presence dominating my senses.
His free hand had all but pushed my t-shirt clear of my chest and was now rubbing at my left armpit, sending shudders of uncomfortable pleasure through my body. He enjoyed teasing me like that, making me squirm and attempt to resist, knowing that his greater size and strength could easily subdue me. It was a small demonstration of the power that we both know he has over me. I placed a hand on his wide shoulder, steadying myself and pulling him closer. I was high on the feeling of his heavy body on mine, grinding my packed groin into his, letting him know I was ready for what ever he could give me.
He gripped the elastic waist band of my loose grey track pants, his thumb taking in my boxers, and in one motion he pulled them half way down my thighs. His thick fingers raked down the hairy cleft of my arse, teasing my tight hole. His kiss moved from my lips to the sensitive skin of my neck, his stubble acting like a thousand tiny pins. His fingers dug deeper, driving into my sweaty pucker, first one, then two, working towards the spot that drives me wild and turns me into a slut for his dick.
Stuart pulled away for a moment to tug my t-shirt off and yank my pants and boxers to the floor. I was completely naked beneath him now as he staddled my chest, rubbing at the huge bulge in his jeans, looking down at me with a smirk. The heat from his crotch was tangible as he leaned in closer to my face. I leant forward to meet him and buried my face in his hot, bulging groin, inhaling deeply through my nose, catching a tantalising hint of the smell and warmth beneath the coarse fabric.
He slowly unbuttoned, opening his fly, revealing his packed boxers. He reached inside and yanked out his thick, uncut cock.
"Open up" he said in a gruff, commanding tone, and I happily obliged. He slipped the pre-cum drenched head of his dick past my lips, and I groaned in pleasure as the sweet taste hit my tongue, blending with the saliva that was now freely flowing. The hood of his knob pulled back and I ran my tongue all over his fat cock head, eliciting a deep groan of pleasure from Stuart.
"Yeah, that's it bitch, make me feel good." Said Stuart as his hands landed on the back of my head and he guided me deeper on to his invading meat, striking the back of my throat and causing me to gag and splutter thick throat slime over his diamond hard shaft. I know that this is how he likes it, turning my mouth and throat into a wet, slick hole for him to use.
The pace of his thrusts increased as the pleasure he was feeling fed his aggression. Soon my chin was dripping with spit, running on to my naked chest, mixing with the hairs that ran from the base of my neck. This is the best kind of throat-fuck, hard, messy, aggressive. Stuart had deliberately positioned him self so that it was impossible to reach past his thick thighs to my cock, so it was left bobbing there, dripping cum on to my belly.
The throat rape went on for maybe 5 minutes, but I wasn't counting, all my attention was focused on Stuart's dick, opening my throat for him. I could tell he was getting close to cumming because his dick began twitching sporadically and leaking a steady flow of pre-cum. He pulled out violently, leaving me gasping and spluttering, tears streaming down my cheeks.
He jumped off me and grabbed me by my hair, pulling me off the sofa and causing me to crash on to the carpet. I barely had time to right myself when he pulled me across the floor, me scrambling and trying to keep up. We headed towards the adjacent bedroom, my hands and knees skidding on the smooth floor of the hallway. Once in the bedroom he yanked me on to the bed, and I landed face down and arse up.
He gave me a few playful, but firm slaps to my backside and proceeded to get naked. He pulled off his boxers and balled them up tight, then reached over to where my head was and shoved them roughly into my mouth, forcing them past my teeth so that my whole mouth was full of the rank taste of a weekend's sweat, cum and piss. A few more heavy whacks to my arse and he was ready to take what was his.
Kneeling up behind me on the bed he spat into his hand a few times, working the saliva into into my hole. His dick was still slick with my spit and I knew from experience that this was all the lubrication I would get. He took his thick, wet dick in his hand and aimed it at my waiting hole. My arse was twitching in anticipation as I felt the slick head at my hole. A couple of shoves and he was in, rutting my hole, owning me. Fuck I love the first moments of a breeding, the sensation of complete submission to the man that was taking my hole, the touch of his rough hands on my hips, a drop of sweat falling from his face onto my back. He began pushing deeper until I felt his heavy ball-sack brush my taint. The first time Stuart had fucked me like this it had been hell for the first 10 minutes, but he had broken me easily, and now it's like my guts have shaped themselves to him.
He leaned over me and his mouth found my ear, his tongue playing over it, his teeth catching my lobe, his breath heavy and loud.
"Yeah bitch, that's what you've been after, my big dick in you. Fuck, I'm gonna shaft your arse until you scream". He had a tone of genuine menace in his voice as he said this, and punctuated his dirty talk with jabs of his dick deep in my arse.
"This", jab, "is", jab, "what", jab, "you", jab, "Want".
I was in seventh heaven, the realm of Araboth, my body singing to God as he punctured my soul with his beautiful dick. I was crying with pleasure, wetting the pillow that my face was stuffed into. The boxers in my mouth were soaked with my saliva, the fabric gritty between my teeth.
The meat of the fuck began in earnest, his heavy lunges impacting my sweet spot, our groans growing in volume.
I did scream, as best I could, inaudible to all but him, but he was all that mattered. He matched me and superceded me, giving me more than I hoped for. For minute after minute he carved his shape once again into me, subjugating my to his will and his dick. I tried to shout his name through the clogged fabric of his boxers, and I think he understood.
I was crazy with lust, lust for him and his body and his dick. I ground my arse against him as hard as I could, milking with my sphincter muscles, begging his cock to grant my arse with the gift of his cum. I needed it so bad I could shout.
"Stuart, please, give me your load", I grunted as best I could.
I think he must have heard because I felt a renewed purpose in the fuck he was giving me. He gripped me by the pectorals, bruising my body, as he gave every ounce of masculine aggression into my body, grinding my arse into nothing, wanting nothing more than to nut in my arse, and with a final heave he unleased a torrent of abuse and cum.
"Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck." I felt the rumble in his chest and the squirming of his cock. I had been well and truly bred.
I came around from the sex high suddenly, and arched my back to meet his sweat smeared chest, our bodies adhering, We collapsed, spent, warm, together.
A minute's panting and we were one and equal again, our heart beats audible. I spat out the rank boxers and said out loud "I love you Stuart".
"I know", was all he said as he cupped my chin and kissed me.