Brooke was checking herself out in the mirror before her date. She was checking out her outfit as it fit her body. She didn’t care about this date in particular but she did care what she looked like, and even she had to say she was looking cute. That’s what mattered tonight.
Brooke was looking at her reflection, cocking her hip to the side with her phone in hand. Taking pictures was a small way to boost confidence and a reminder of how beautiful she is. Brooke was wearing a tight small black t-shirt with white writing that said “Yes these are my boobs, buy me a drink and they might do a trick”. Pink acid wash jeans and a pair of sneakers.
Brooke had a breast enhancement a while back, so the small shirt gives her a tight form-fitting look. Her toned and flat belly shape could be seen in the shirt easily. Brooke’s small, bubbly, tight, and round ass helped her jeans be so tight and form-fitting as well. Brooke turned around to take a back shot picture and liked how her long dark hair fell down her back after it was straightened.
Brooke didn’t want to go on this date, her friends set it up and didn’t really give her an option. She wore the shirt because she secretly loved the attention she got from guys and girls but was tired of being coy about it, best to just jump right into it. Yeah, she knew she looked like a Barbie doll designed by Playboy.
Jeez they are tits get over it, She would always think.
She wore the pink jeans because, well because it made her ass and legs look good; so why not wear them? None of this means she was at all in any way interested in meeting a guy.
Brooke wasn’t against partying and meeting a nice guy, it was just more about her business. Brooke was twenty-nine and had her own business, which alone took up a lot of her mental capacity. Her business is unique, she owns a business that builds and sells custom swords. She even has classes on different sword-wielding techniques. Ever since the new sword-based fighting video game where you go into the game, came out, her business has been non-stop. Brooke has a nerdy side with a love for swords and sword collecting. When she isn’t teaching a class, she is working on the non-profit she started helping animals find homes.
Brooke was not a stranger to a bar, or how to handle a guy.
“Take that phrase meaning however you like” she smirks.
But, her work is important because it’s her’s and she was proud of it. Why waste that by losing focus on getting drunk and dating?
***
When Brooke arrived at the bar she was immediately greeted by her friends. They were sitting in a booth in the back of the bar. They stood up and yelled her name, waving their arms in the air to make sure that she had seen them. Clearly, they have already started drinking.
The place was crowded but looked like what you would see a bar look like on any sitcom. The walls were adorned with knickknacks and other memorabilia. From the front door, Brook notices that the bar is on the left of the building and goes back to the back wall. The rest of the building is filled with tables, booths, and all the people serving food from the kitchen. It’s a good thing her friends had gotten a booth for them because it’s hard to get a seat in a bar on a Saturday night.
Waving to her friends and walking to where they were sitting Brook smiles and hugs the first girl that meets at the booth.
“HEY! BITCHES!” Brooke yells out in a fun and excited tone.
Ashley hugs her first then pulls away smiling and says “What up with the shirt? You trying to get people to look at your tits?”
“I’m pretty sure the tits are going to get them to look at my tits!” Brooke says not missing a beat making the four girls laugh.
A waitress arrives with a round flat tray on top of her hand. The tray has five shot glasses that have been expertly placed in a circle. The liquid in the plain-looking glasses is a shimmering light pink color.
Brooke sees the shots and says “Looks like you have already put in an order”
All of the girls grab a shot glass tapping together in the air and cheer before tipping it backward and swallowing all of the contents of the glass. After the first shot, the girls all took their seats in the booth. Brooke was going to cut to the chase like she normally does, and just say she didn’t want to go on a date but these were her girls and she hasn’t spent time out with them for a while now. That’s why she waited for another shot or two to come out and even ordered a big bacon cheeseburger before getting to the point.
Catching up with the girls was fun for her, the burger was delicious as her drunk brain wanted to mention more times than what was needed. Brooke even decided that she didn’t need to bring up the blind date, if they weren’t then she didn’t need to either.
Just as Brooke thought she was going to make it through the night not being pestered by some drunk and grabby guy, Ashley spoke up.
“So Brooke are you excited to meet your blind date?”
Confused, Brooke just looks at her and gives a little white lie. “I mean I would be but it looks like he never showed up” She didn’t want to hurt her feelings. “Honestly it has been nice hanging out with all of you either way.”
Ashley smiles, she must know that Brooke didn’t want to come out here. That she would rather be at home with her two dogs right now watching something on Netflix sitting around in her big t-shirt and nothing underneath. “Oh, Brooke he isn’t here because I told him a different time than you. See I knew you would have bolted as soon as you could if he were here waiting for you. Also, I wanted to get a little bit of alcohol in you to help you relax.” Ashley smirks at Brooke, then nods at the doorway behind her.
Brooke turns around to look at the door and notices a large man walking in the door. Wondering if this was the blind date because he was sexy and not a total waste of time. The man was easily in his thirties, a big barrel-chested man, with arms that looked like could bench press her without ease.
A task that wasn’t too challenging as she was maybe a hundred and ten pounds soaking wet.
The boobs didn’t help her weight less. She thought to herself.
Seeing the man even sobered Brooke up a little bit. Maybe it was just natural over time, but it felt like it was instant from seeing him. How could his looks just slap her sober like that? She could still feel the buzz but it was calmed down almost as if someone ruined your mellow but in a tingly way. She had to admit that she thought about what it would feel like to have those huge meaty hands wrapped around her throat. Maybe that was her drunk mind still working against her good judgment.
***
As time passed Brooke realized that she never got this man’s name. Yet here she was giggling at one of his jokes walking out of the bar with him. Now she was getting into his car. Knowing this night was leading to one thing, and one thing only. How could she stop herself? He was like three times her size and she just had to know what it felt like to have his huge, thick hands on her body.
Getting into the man’s car, she feels a little bit awkward. Brooke never feels awkward, why now? Would it be all the dirty thoughts that she had already processed in her head about this man? The problem now, she has already sat in the piercing quietness for far too long for it not to be awkward to ask for his name.
Why was it so quiet? What kind of car was this? She thought while her mouth got dry.
Now Nervousness! she thought out loud.
What was happening to her she thought to herself. Brooke is never nervous, at least not around guys she likes. Something was different about this guy, but what was it, and why is it having such an effect on her? Brooke started to look around the car.
It was clean and well taken care of, either he cares about the things that he owns or possibly has the money to keep it clean like this. But why no music? Why not play music on the way to his place? Brooke was going to say something about the music at least.
“Ah” Brooked croaked out, her mouth dry and her voice so soft it was inaudible.
Brooke went back to being quiet she didn’t want him to think she wasn’t into this, because, she was almost down for anything for someone so sexy. The car ride wasn’t that long before they pulled into a nice and pleasant suburb. Brooke looked around noticing that most of the front door lights were turned off.
Must not have too many robberies. She thought as she watches each house pass by. After a few more turns he slowly pulls into a nice driveway with a perfectly maintained lawn. Or at least it looks that way since it’s a pretty dark tonight.
“Well this is me” the man says making sure the parking brake was set. The sound of his voice alone made Brooke jump a little in her seat.
“Umm yeah it’s ahh nice” she said not knowing if he was trying to spark small talk or if it was the polite thing to do at this moment. “Do you have roommates?” She asks because if they were going to play small talk then she might as well get some information out of it.
She looked at him in the dim light reflecting on them from the garage door. He smiled and Brooke couldn’t help but smile back, it was almost infectious. What was he thinking? She couldn’t handle it anymore she just had to know. Before she could say something he spoke again.
“I know what you’re doing” he smiled bigger and continued. “You were asking if I had roommates to figure out how much you had to worry about walking into and how loud you were allowed to be for what we have planned.”
That completely caught Brooke off guard, how did he know? Maybe it wasn’t that hard to figure out, but he said it outright. What guy just speaks their mind?
“The answer is no I don’t have any roommates and yes I live alone. And yes! You are allowed to moan and scream as much as you would like to.” This time he had a smirk on his face
“Oh, you think I’ll be moaning or screaming? Pretty confident with yourself huh?” Brooke smirks this time.
“Wouldn’t have brought you to my place if I didn’t know absolutely just that” he mysteriously raised his eyebrow as he worked on getting out of the car without another word.
Brooke, again, was caught off guard. His confidence is dangerous for her and she knew it. His looks, his large hands, large body, speaking his mind, and now confidence? Brooke could feel her heart racing, she went to turn to open the door and noticed she was already a little wet. He was already turning her on without even touching her. Before she could grab the handle of the door it was already opening. He was playing the old-world gentleman, Brooke was really in trouble now.
Setting out in a huff, she stomps her feet standing up quickly.
Now he has opened the door for me? she thought.
If he does one more thing that makes her hot! Brooke can’t take it anymore. “For the love of GOD!!!” she huffs and puffs stomping her feet as if she were pissed and about to walk away.
“Oh I’m sorry I just…”
Brooke made sure to not let him see her face or she would have given it away. She stomped her way up the steps of his porch; she puts her back against the front door. She lets him see her little smirk, telling him she was never going to leave and she had other plans.
“Well come on then. Open this door for me like the gentleman you are being, unless your planning on having your way with me on the front lawn.” She smiled bigger this time. Brooke saw, not only did she catch him off guard with the sex talk but also the relief on his face after he thought he truly messed it up. She had to let out a giggle at watching him squirm.
***
After stepping into the doorway of the man’s house she notices a few things. First, this man was not an interior designer. Second, everything was spotless. Last but not least, Brooke was going to get down on her knees for this man and try to fit his cock in her mouth. That last part was just a thought of everything that was a huge turn-on for her, not a revelation of the house.
Brooke noticed the walls were bare white and a few movie posters, or some type of car company poster hanging in odd placements. The couch wasn’t terrible she thought, but it wasn’t something he picked out. Most likely free or very cheap, it looked like a decent size for the living room it was just… out of place. Next, none of the kitchen matched or went well together.
Walking in behind her he placed his hand on her waist with an arm around her but not in a sexual way. She felt it was more of a comforting manner. “Would you like something to drink?”
Brooke looks up at him. “What? I didn’t get drunk enough for you at the bar?” She smirked.
“I meant something like a glass of water”
She realize he was being genuine and now pulled his arm around and that was the worst part. She wanted him to keep his hands on her. “Oh umm,” she looks at him moving his arm away, and debated on saying something. “Yeah I guess water would be nice”
After he came back with the water they took a seat on the couch and Brooke was shocked. Most guys would have already taken her to the bedroom and the night would be over in a few minutes. Then she could guilt him into buying her some late-night fast food and taking her home. It’s simple, she makes the guy cum fast then they always want to make it up to her saying it’s not how they normally are. But this man brought her a glass of watch and they were sitting on the couch. She had to set some ground rules and fast.
“OK! Here’s how this is gonna work”
The man smiles and looks at her “How’s what gonna go?”
“This! Ok look I’m not looking for a relationship”
“With you owning a business I guess I could understand”
“Yes…” taken back from his understanding “But!”
“There’s a but huh?”
“Yes there’s a but”
“Is it your butt”
“What?”
“You said there’s a butt and I just hope it’s your butt”
Brooke was so confused for a moment then noticed his smile and realized he was making a joke.
“It might be” she laughed a little bit.
“Good. It’s a good butt”
“Shut up! And let me speak” she laughs a little more
“Yes ma’am”
Backing down? Already not a good sign. She thought to herself.
“Ok, I’m not looking for a relationship or anything. Here’s what I suggest. You have me for the night for as long as you can and for whatever you want but nothing else. After tonight we never see each other again. One night of fun and then nothing else” Brooke was already sensing that he was going to be a boring lay, but she had some to drink and he turned her on for being nice and a gentleman. That’s all nice and good on the streets but she knew herself and she wanted something a little more aggressive than a gentleman in the bedroom.
“So one night? And that’s all?”
“Yes, that’s it! Think you can abide by the rules?”
The man smirked and says “Sure! I appreciate the openness. So a legitimate one-night stand”
***
Brooke was surprised to hear this man agree to her terms. Most guys would try and argue for more, turning it into friends with benefits. Why didn’t he argue? Is he that confident in himself or just not into her enough to argue for more? She tried to not let that get to her but it was already seeping into her self-consciousness.
I’ll make you want more of me you big… she let her thoughts run off.
The man grabs her hand standing her up slowly Brooke just realized it was happening, and she has yet to get to know enough about him to feel less of a cheap hooker.
“What do you do for work? What’s your favorite color?” She asked frantically.
Leading her with his hand behind him pulling her along. “You said a legitimate one-night stand right?” he looked behind her smirking.
“Yes. But like what is your favorite season?” she was grasping at the air like when you grasp for the water in the shower when you slip and she’s feeling just as idiotic when that happens. He was pulling her down the hallway, not forcefully which makes it worst for her because she knows she could pull away easily, and yet she hasn’t.
Getting her to a closed door at the end of the hallway, which was wide enough to fit three people shoulder to shoulder. Well, one of the large man with his broad shoulders. This was it, she was about to enter a room and have sex with a man she didn’t even know the name of; this is officially going to be the most slutty thing she has ever done.
Then he looks at her again with that smile, the one that makes her feel like he knew exactly what was on her mind. Somehow or another this man must be reading her thoughts because what came out of his mouth next almost floored her.
“Bodyguard for someone pretty famous, red, and the very beginning of summer. You know right before it gets extremely hot but the most beautiful on the lake.”
At first, she had no clue what he was even talking about. The way he answered was just a jumbled mess. Only then, after a lot of mind processing time did she realize he answered every question in order that she asked. Brooke also realized she asked all of those questions back to back without a break in between. That’s when he smirked again and turn the knob on the door letting it open to reveal his room.
The room itself was Just as boring as the rest of the house, maybe more since these walls were completely bare. The bed was at least off the ground and it had a headboard. The bedding was bland with color and the headboard was just that, boring and had no character.
“So your words were anything I wanted yes?”
Brooke was still trying to take in the boring room still then turns back to him and speaks up. “Uh yeah anything within reason of course”
“Really? What’s off limits?”
“Well, I’m not going to handle knives or anything with shit evolved” she had to smile at the man making a face like he smelled Something bad.
“Ok, then I’ll say maybe we have a safe word and it can be..”
“NO! It’s going to be a phrase. And the phrase will be something I’ll come up with.”
That’s right girls don’t let your partner come up with the safe word. Think of one yourself so you know you won’t forget it plus sometimes it’s better to be a phrase because then you might get one word in and realize you like it and regret it when they stop. Because it won’t feel the same after you already stopped them even if it were an accident. She smiled proud of herself thinking of that. She came up with the phrase and made him repeat it multiple times so he didn’t forget it. She was very proud of that thought even if it were to herself.
Brooke wasn’t completely confident that she would need to use the phrase unless it was because he was being too strong handed but he isn’t the type to be rough. Brooke has predicted he will be very vanilla, at least he was a gentleman and that’s what’s working for him.
Without warning the man grabbed her by the waist pulling her close to his body. Brooke almost let out a small yelp but his lips were already on hers and she couldn’t fight it. His soft lips were gently but also forcefully against her lips. His tongue already playing against hers, while his hand slid down grabbing her ass and pulling her closer. His other hand was behind her head in her hair and Brooke was helpless to his grip.
She couldn’t fight if she wanted to, he was showing real signs of dominance, and she was loving every second of it. His big strong hands were just what she thought they would be. While they were making out music started to play, she has no idea how or when he even started the music but it was playing to his mystery. The first song that played was “Over My Head (Cable Car) by The Fray, and the irony wasn’t lost on Brooke.
The man was easily three times her size and he didn’t stay bent over to make out with her, which was another sign of dominance to her. It wasn’t long before she felt her feet leave the ground, he was lifting her as if she were nothing. She felt his strong hands squeezing her ass and thighs which started to make her feel hot again.
Maybe this will be fun after all. Brooke thought to herself.
Soon he pulls away from the kiss and she has to start breathing a little heavier. Just as she was looking into his eyes, Brooke wanted to ask him if something was wrong. Before she could ask him she felt weightlessness, fear of falling gripping at her gut, her arms wanting to swing erratically in the hopes to grab something to save her. Brooke realized she was tossed in the air to fall on the bed, propping up on her elbows to look up at the man. Her heart was racing, pounding out of her chest, and now seeing the man in a new light. He had a different demeanor about him, he now looked like he knew just what she wanted.
Standing over her he grabs her hair and forces her to sit up, she let out a forced grunt trying to hide a soft moan. When she was sitting up she was at eye level with the man’s crotch. Before she had a chance to reach up and take a feel or even inspect it more she felt his large hands again near her neck and her heart was racing more wanting him to wrap his hands around her throat. Instead, she heard a loud ripping sound, her head jerked around but when she was stable she noticed he just ripped her tight shirt right down the middle.
Most girls would have been pissed about this, as for Brooke, she could feel her pussy almost soaking her panties. Breathing heavily, causing her breasts to rhythmically move up and down. Exposed from the shirt ripped apart, wearing the shirt like a button-up shirt that wasn’t buttoned. Brooke was wearing a pink bra that somehow made her huge breasts look bigger than her body would suggest. Brooke could not contain her excitement for the man’s show of force and that was it, she wanted more… NOW!
The man grabs her by her hair with just the right force pulling her to her feet so he could kiss her again. One of his hands slid into the back of her jeans only slightly, as for the other hand, it was at her back. He pinched the latch of her bra while kissing her, she couldn’t believe it, he undid her bra with one hand. The ability for a guy to undo her bra with one hand was a turn-on weirdly. The man yanks her shirt and bra off her body at the same time fully exposing her huge breasts and then shoves her back on the bed.
Before she fully landed on the bed he already had a grip on her jeans and almost with ease his hands rip the button and zipper. Yanking them clean off her legs leaving her in just her black thong. Brooke wanted to blush but had no time to since she was extremely turned on by his aggressiveness. Normally she would be pissed about ruining her clothes but she was too turned on, and all she wanted now was for him to shove his cock deep inside of her. No need for foreplay, she was already hungry for him.
“Stand up!”
It wasn’t a question, it was a demand. Brooke wanted to disobey but couldn’t. She stood up standing in just her panties fully exposed for this man who, now, felt like he was towering over her. Turning her around he grabbed her wrists together as she felt him tying them together with rope.
Where did he get the rope, the room was empty. Oh who fucking cares? Tie them together and use them as a grip to rearrange my insides. She thought with pure lust.
After tying her wrists together he pushed her back on the bed. Laying on her back and sitting on her hands she had both of her knees bent with her feet on the bed. He grabbed her knees and forcefully spread her legs apart. Grabbing at the waistband of her thong she felt him snap the waistband, he then yanked the cloth away from her body. There she was completely naked, fully exposed, tied and bound, now she did blush helpless to this man’s will.
Brooke was laying on her back with her arms behind her back, her ass resting on her tied wrists. Brooke bit her lower lip looking up at the impossibly large man and he was just scanning her bare naked body. Her breasts are perky with a slight contrast of pink from her nipples to her pale skin as she hasn’t tanned recently. Her tight belly showed her abs without her tight shirt, and her wider child-bearing hips lifted a little off the bed as she was laying on her arms. She hasn’t closed her legs, because she wanted him to see, even if it did make her blush.
Getting down on his knees in front of her Brooke was wondering what he was doing. Without warning, she felt his warm tongue lightly and teasingly slide along her pussy lips and clit. The sensation sends electricity straight up her spine making her moan out loud and even arch her back. She felt her toes curl in pleasure as her eyes closed and her head tilted backward.
Brooke couldn’t handle more of this foreplay, she was going to cum already.
“Ahh oh Fuck! Please fuck me!” she moaned lightly
How could she be asking for him to fuck her already? The feeling of his tongue digging a little bit more into her pussy lips. She couldn’t hold it any longer when he starts to lightly flick her clit her pleasure intensified.
“OH FUCK ME!” Brooke moaned into a scream as her hands gripped the bed sheets under her body. Her legs wrapped around the man’s head and she couldn’t hold it any longer. Her body started to convulse as she came all over the man’s tongue and face. “OhFUCKIMCUMMING!!!”
Once he pulled his tongue away from her pussy lips and clit she was breathing heavily looking down at where he was.
“Ok fuck me now!”
The man stood up, standing over her and then grabbing her throat with one hand. It wrapped all the way around with ease and he looked her in her eyes squeezing her throat the perfect amount. “DON’T TELL ME WHAT TO DO!”
“Yes sir” Brooke responded with excitement. “Could I ask of just one thing?” her words sounded forced and slurred as he was squeezing her neck.
“No!” With his grip around her throat, he pulls her to her knees off the bed. “Now use your mouth for something useful”
Brooke was excited to hear what he said. That’s just what she wanted, she wanted to suck his cock while on her knees. Brooke couldn’t believe how easy it was for him to throw her on the ground. Looking up at him while he started to take his shirt off she admired his body.
She wished she could run her hands down his chest but that reminded her that arms were tied behind her back.
No wonder he’s a bodyguard. He could guard my body any day. She thought to herself.
Brooke basically started to drool thinking about having him ram his cock into her mouth. Brooke was biting her lip hard enough she could draw blood as he reached for the waistband of his jeans. Her heart was racing again as the zipper slowly came undone.
Brooke’s heart skipped a beat seeing his cock. It was already throbbing hard, thick, and in her face. As eager as she was, she wanted to just marvel at his cock a little longer and he did the right thing to turn her on more.
Grabbing the back of her head he forced the head of his cock in her mouth; instantly locking away her teeth she was going to do what she promised to herself. He didn’t have to push her head down because she wanted to explore his cock with her tongue, so she was already sliding down with her mouth. Feeling his large hand covering the back of her head turned her on; feeling him slowly but forcefully shoving her head down his cock could make her cum again.
If it wasn’t for her lack of gag reflexes she would have been choking by the time she felt her lips touch his balls and muscled body. She could feel his cock down her throat, throbbing inside of her, she heard him moan, and it was like music to her ears. Brooke wouldn’t care to breathe again if it meant his beautiful cock was down her throat and she got to hear more of his moans.
When he yanked her off his throat he had to use a lot of force because she wasn’t done. She did realize she needed hair so she gulped in as much as she could in one gasp. Saliva and drool ran down her chin onto her tits. Brooke looked up at him.
“What’s…” Brooke was speaking through deep breaths “wrong? Already going to cum?” she made a mistake by smirking.
Maybe it was because it was true or because she was being a bad girl in his eyes but that was not the right thing to do or say. After saying that she felt his cock slam deep into her throat again. She should have acted like she had a gag reflex, maybe then he would have been more gentle.
That’s not what she wanted though and they both knew it. He was holding onto her hair as he started to thrust his cock deep into her throat and yank out just to thrust in again. Brooke would steal a breath of air every so often when he pulled all the way out. She felt her throat clog and expand as his cock was slammed deep.
Brooke was about to signal for a break but then she heard more of his moans. He was getting faster and more forceful, and the moans were growing louder. Hearing him moan from the pleasure he got from using her throat put her in a world of bliss. She knew what was next and part of her wanted him to stop so this didn’t end. Yet there was another part of her that wanted him to explode.
She felt both of his huge hands slam down on the back of her head forcing his cock deep into her throat. She wouldn’t have been able to pull away even if her hands were free. She wouldn’t have wanted to pull away either. The reason you may ask, is because she has always believed the feeling of a man’s cock throbbing and pulsating and then filling her throat with cum compared to nothing else.
His cock finished throbbing, it also finished shooting warm cum down her throat and he pulled her off letting her breathe. Swallowing every drop she could she dared a smirk. Looking up at him with a smile licking her lips.
“Awww couldn’t hold it in long enough to at least fuck me huh?” She smirked again. What was he going to do? Force his limp cock in her mouth? She felt she could handle that. Her tone was teasing and almost condescending. “Awww and you talked so much game, you had all the confidence in the world” she was starting to giggle.
She felt him bend over getting his mouth close to her ear. She was still giggling when she heard him speak. The tone was dominating, deep, powerful, and a little bit terrifying if she had to be honest.
“You are still tied up aren’t you?”
She knew what he meant instantly. He wasn’t done.
The voice sent chills down her spine, but before she could protest she felt his hand wrap around her throat again. She was again in the air with only a grip on her throat, throwing her back on the bed. Again he had the strength to lift her with one hand which still amazes her. For that split second she bit her lip because she loved to be choked and he knew just the right limit to do that to not hurt her too much.
“What? But you just came. Don’t humiliate yourself untie me there’s nothing else you can do for me tonight”
He ignores her words, grabbing her throat and spreading her legs again as she looked down. What she saw put a flash of fear and intrigue on her face. The song “Monster” by Skillet started playing when she noticed he was hard again.
Hard? Wait he came right? Then how? Fuck is he harder than last time? Is that his cock against my? Oh fuck it is! He’s hard again? How? She frantically thought to herself.
She could feel the head of his cock spreading apart her pussy lips. Her heart was racing again, a product from a combination of his dominance, his hand lightly choking her, and the warmth of his cock against her pussy. The feeling of his hard throbbing cock slowly stretching her pussy open made her want to scream. She wasn’t able to let out a loud noise which only turned her on more.
He was slowly driving his cock into her tight pussy, no doubt just teasing her. Making her feel every inch, vein, and throb of his big cock. She felt his cock digging deeper and deeper sending more waves of pleasure through her body. Her toes clenched again as his body got closer to hers. She wanted to scream in pleasure, all she could do was make a muffled moaning noise. Brooke started to wonder when his cock would stop digging deeper as she felt his cock press against her cervix as he kept pushing.
He left his cock deep inside her body to let her get use to his size. Then slowly pulling out of her pussy she felt every inch slowly leaving her body. Feeling the vacancy inside of her made her feel a yearning for more of him. He pulled out and she let out a noise, one of begging for him to be back inside of her. That’s when he slowly pushed the head of his cock back into her pussy and she felt the familiar feeling and relief. This time he pushed in a little bit faster than last time.
The man repeated this action, pushing all the way in and pulling all the way out. Each time he thrust deep into her pussy getting faster and harder with each turn. Slamming deep into her pussy smashing into her cervix making her feel like he was trying to rip her in half. His cock bulged out of her belly each time he slammed deep into her. He was pounding into her hard and fast making their bodies make a clapping sound, all while still holding her throat.
“OHHH FUUUUCKKK!” Brooke forced a scream out as she couldn’t hold back anymore.
Letting go of her throat she could only scream as he was leaning back gripping her thighs. Squeezing them so hard as he continued to ram his cock deep into her pussy. She could tell already there were going to be bruises on her throat in the shape of his hand, the same ones that are already forming on her thighs. One hand let go to rub her clit allowing her to see. The feeling of his cock ravaging the inside walls of her pussy and his thumb rubbing her clit sent her over the top.
Brooke has lost count of how many times she has cum. She couldn’t reach out and stop him from rubbing her clit because she was laying on them and they were still tied. He was still thrusting hard and deep into her while rubbing her clit. Normally she would push his hand away to allow her time to breathe. Now that she couldn’t stop him, it was making her cum hard and making it last longer. Screaming and moaning, squirming around trying to move from his finger on her clit. His touch was just intensifying the pleasure and she just couldn’t stop him. His cock slammed into her pussy, his thumb rubbing her clit, now her eyes rolling to the back of her head. She was moaning louder and she started to convulse uncontrollably.
Everything built up so much that her body couldn’t handle it anymore. She convulsed so hard her pussy squeezed his cock out. The sudden loss of his cock sent more convulsions through her body. This might have been the hardest she has ever cum, but a few moments and she would recover.
Or she would if he wasn’t still rubbing her clit fast, her moans and screams growing louder. Her eyes were still in the back of her head as she was writhing around on the bed trying to squirm away from his touch but he wouldn’t let her. She kept cumming hard until he finally took his hand away.
Finally laying still with labored shaky breaths. “Oh, kanjais” she has no idea what she was trying to say it was all a jumble for her.
“Come on Brooke we aren’t done yet” he said grabbing her legs and moving her into place.
Her eyes shot open looking at him. She saw his cock was throbbing and knew he was telling the truth, he wasn’t done yet. Brooke couldn’t believe the monstrous stamina of this man.
***
He positioned her with her knees and head resting on the bed so that her ass is sticking up in the air. Brooke was already worn out, she could honestly pass out right now and sleep for hours.
She feels large hands grab her hips and slowly pull her backward. She feels him put the head of his cock against her pussy. She was so wet it took no effort for him to push in deep and hard. Once he pushed his cock deep into her pussy, he grabbed her tied wrists using them to assist in his thrusting. He was slamming into her and she was already wanting to cum again.
With her face buried in the sheets of his bed, she was moaning from the sensation of his hard and fast thrusts. She grabbed his hand that was holding hers and she dug her nails into his skin. Cumming again, she shakes and even tries to fall flat on the bed but he was relentless. Holding her up by her wrists and now his other hand grabbing her hair and pulling her head back.
“Aahhhhh Fuck!” Brooke screamed out cumming. Bound and snapping her head back, she couldn’t hold it in.
He was still thrusting deep into her pussy from behind. He was slamming into her so hard and fast; she has only seen this rough pounding in a hard-core pornhub video. She loved every minute of it, just couldn’t believe how long he was lasting.
After making her cum another time she let her fall flat on the bed. She thought this was good news for her pussy. She thought this would mean he was done and she could finally start to recover. There was still a part of her that was glad she was wrong because she was enjoying it too much.
Brooke’s body was red, bruised, and covered in sweat and her cum. Laying on her stomach breathing heavily and trying to recover. Brooke could tell how far the bed was off the ground now because her feet weren’t touching the floor. She was laying flat on the bed bent at the waist on the edge of the bed, her ass and pussy on full display for this man who is on the verge of breaking her.
It has only been a few moments since the man has taken his hands off her body but to her, it felt like an eternity. Brooke was already missing the feel of his big strong hands on her body.
A moment later and she felt his huge hand smack her ass hard enough to leave a handprint. She yelped and bit her lip crossing her legs and squeezing her thighs together. The pleasure was so intense to her that she had to fight the urge to cum.
After the smack, she felt hands on her hips once more. She may have bit off more than she could chew with this man. Expecting to feel his cock shoved into her pussy but that didn’t happen. What happened was she was lifted off the bed as if a rag doll.
Brooke was turned around with her legs on the man’s shoulders and his hands on her hips holding her in the air. She felt her pussy slowly swallow his big cock, until her ass came down to touch his body. The grip on her hips tightened and she couldn’t believe it. He was using her body like a fleshlight toy, he was fucking her while holding her up in the air.
In this position, she had absolutely no control. Her legs are against her chest or on his shoulders and her arms were dangling behind her still bound. Looking him deep in the eyes while he used her pussy like a sex toy was pure exhilaration.
He then pulled her close to him and started to kiss her again while he was still thrusting his rock-hard cock into her guts. She heard his moans again and couldn’t hold back from moaning herself.
Hearing his moan made her believe that he was close to cumming again finally. This was not the case unfortunately for her sore worn-out body. He makes her cum a few dozen more times in various positions. He makes her ride while he lay on the bed, and she collapsed laying on top of him cumming on his cock. They were both covered in cum and sweat by this point. The most painful was when he put her on her back and then pushed her legs past her head allowing his cock to go deeper, it was too deep and the size of his cock didn’t help at this point. She left a mental note to herself to visit her doctor. He felt like he was tearing her cervix apart because he kept bottoming out.
There were other positions but Brooke is positive that she passed out a few times here and there. The last position she remembers is the last one of the night, she untied her wrists and couldn’t believe the relief, but also the slight anxiety from being free. What does she do with her hands now? None of that mattered she was so tired that when she was laid back on her back they went above her head too weak to lift.
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The man had her thighs in his hands spreading them out and sensually moving his cock in and out of her dripping wet pussy. All she could do at this point was let out soft moans and somehow could cum. When she came this time her abs hurt like a full sword training workout.
The next thing that happened may have been one of her favorite things to have seen. The man started to moan louder and louder, building up more speed and power in his thrusts. Those moans were nothing compared to when he pulled his soaking wet cock and started stroking himself. Brooke was defenseless to both his moans and the huge load of cum that shot all over her naked sweaty body. Covering her tits and belly, the feeling along with seeing his face and hearing his moan from cumming was almost enough to make her cum again.
After moaning deeply one last time he falls on the bed next to her laying on his back. There they both lay, on the brink of exhaustion, covered in sweat, covered in cum.
Some more than others. Brooke thought looking at her belly.
Brooke could barely move and by the looks of it neither could the man. She couldn’t believe the last hour and how much he had done to her. That’s when she looked at the window and noticed something that almost floored her even more. The sun was coming up, there was the dim blue light of the early morning coming into the room.
How long had this man destroyed my pussy?
HOURS! THIS MAN HAS LASTED FIVE HOURS?! She thought.
This was all she could think of because she could not keep her eyes open any longer. This man has changed her mind so much. If he could do this to her on the first night what else could he do? She has to brake her own rule, she wanted more she was addicted to him already.
“Hey, you awake?” Brooke’s voice was small and soft as she was passing out.
“Barely”
“What’s your name?” She asked biting her lip knowing this was breaking her own rules.
He turned to her smiling, she freaked out knowing he knows. Her heart racing like never before. She cursed her friends at that moment for setting this up, she wanted to cry from fear of rejection and from finally finding what everyone was talking about.
Smiling bigger he looked at her “It’s…”