By Miami Girl
(MF, nc, oral)

I went in the shower and turned on the water half warm. My body ached with desire and I wanted to calm down my body so I wouldn’t think about cumming.

A minute late I heard the shower door slide. I didn’t move I just stood under the shower. I felt Roger’s hands as they touched my back and massaged my skin. He rubbed them up and down my spine. He reached around and grabbed both my breasts, and held them firmly. He pressed his hard cock against my ass, and I groaned because I was so horny. I took two deep breaths.

He pulled me a little away from the water. He kissed my neck, and my shoulder, as he leaned me against the wall. I wanted him to fuck me right now, but I didn’t say anything because he didn’t have a condom with him.

I felt his penis as it touched me, but I knew he wouldn’t put it in without a condom because I was unprotected.

He started to rub the tip of his cock across my pussy lips. ‘Bastard’, I thought. You know I’m horny, but we can’t…

Suddenly I felt his penis in me with one hard thrust. I screamed out, a mixture of shock and wild desire. My mind was reeling, “we can’t, it’s not safe, and I need this, oh that’s so good…”

He put one hand around my head. I’m not sure why he had it around my head and not my neck. He grabbed me around my waist with the other, and pushed his cock deeper and deeper in me. He pounded at my inside with lust. I was hurting and feeling so much passion at the same time. Even though he was hurting me, my body was yearning for his cock to start rubbing on my inside. I wanted him to keep hurting me.

He pulled out of me and left the bathroom. I stayed in there for a minute, to see if he would return, he didn’t. I washed off and came out. I entered the room and I felt something grabbed me, it was Roger. He scared the hell out of me. I screamed before I knew what was going on.  He pushed me on the bed, and grabbed my hands and cuffed me.

“What the fuck are you doing?” I screamed.

He turned me on my back. My hands still behind me.  The cuffs were hurting my hand.

He opened my legs and pulled me toward him. He buried his face into my pussy. I couldn’t move. I was feeling horny and angry at the same time. I didn’t understand why he was doing this, when he knew I would have given him myself without a fight.

“Why are doing this?”

“Just shut the fuck up!”

He sucked on my clit hard, and shoved a finger in me. He moved his finger around in me, slowly, as if he was feeling for something. It felt good, and at the same time it felt bad. I was horny and at the same time I was angry. I wanted to tell him to stop, but at the same time I didn’t want him to. I liked what he was doing, but apart of me hated it. I wanted just pleasure, but apart of me wanted some type of pain. I wanted him to make love to me, but a part of me wanted him to rape me.

I cried because of the pain, but scream in pleasure because of the good feeling I was getting. He pressed up against my pelvic bone, exactly where my G-spot was. I couldn’t take the pleasure, it was giving me, and oh my God…it was too much. He used his other hand, and he pressed down on the outside of my pelvic bone, and that had my G-spot pushing directed on where he was rubbing. “Oh shit….Oh my God!” he was touching…he was touching….he was touching my…. “Oh God…” I put my head back. “I’m gonna…oh God…oh God…I’m….UUuuummmmMM…I’m goooooooooooonaaaaaaaaaaaaa cuu….oooooooh shit!!!!” Instantly my cum came rushing out of me. My vagina muscles contracted at least twenty times before it stopped.

No one had touched my G-Spot in at least three years. I closed my legs and lay on my side, so I wouldn’t be on the cuffs, and I cried really loud. Don’t ask me why, there were too many mixed feelings going on.

He took the keys off the dresser and took the cuffs off. Instantly I push him away from me.

“Fuck you!” I said.

He grabbed my hands. “I didn’t rape you; I was just trying to show you that in here you don’t control me. You are all about control; I saw that the other night, when you were fucking me.”

I didn’t say anything. I just looked at the door and listened to him.

He continued, “The more control you have, the freakier, nastier and hornier you get.”

“Well, wow, you figure me out,” I said sarcastically.

“Why do you want to run? Because you lost control?”

I didn’t say anything.

“Come on, you find somebody that finally knows a little bit of you and there you go running.”

I still didn’t say anything, didn’t even think about what he was saying.

“You know you liked it, you wet up my fucking sheet with your cum because you came so hard, so what are you running from?”

“Are you done?”

“No, I’m not done! I know you are freaky, I know you can be the worst woman a man could have, but I also know you can be the best, if you put your mind to it. You base your life around sex—”

“What the fuck do you know about me? Nothing, you don’t know me from jack, but that one night at the club. So how can you say that?”

“I call you and you came running, and now you are leaving without the money, so you don’t do this for money, you do it because that’s what drives you. You can’t refuse sex, can you?”

“Yes, I can.” I had tears running down my face. My freedom from his speech was right behind the door, and yet I stood there listening to all his garbage.

“You can’t even look at me, because you would get horny, that’s if you are not still horny.”

I looked at him. “Why are you doing this? You don’t know me well enough, so why are you saying all these things? Are you trying to hurt me?”

He put his mouth on my lips, and my breath stopped, and my pussy jumped out of control. He turned my whole body around and started taking off my clothes as he seduce me. “You can’t say the word ‘stop’ can you?”

“Yes, I can.”

“Then why are you not stopping me. Show me sex is not what you are all about, Shantel. Show me. Say ‘stop’.”


He stopped, and looked at me. “I’m going to let you beg me to continue…but if you don’t, then you win, and everything I said about you is wrong.”

I kept wiping the quiet tears that were approaching my lips.

He stood in front of me for a while, waiting for me to beg him, but I wasn’t going to. I never beg for sex, it comes to me.

“I bet if I feel your pussy is over flowing.” He slides his hands down my legs. I stop my breath to control the urge I was suddenly getting to beg him. He touched my pussy and I long sigh came out, uncontrollably. He scraped my pussy with his fingers. “I knew it.” He took his hands and put it in front of me. I watched my cum making webs all over his fingers. He held his fingers down and I watched my cum ran slowly off his fingers. He laughed. “See that. I bet you want me to touch you again, don’t you?”


“Yes you do. You’re addicted to sex the same way a crack head is addicted to crack, you will go crazy without it.”

“No…no…just leave me a lone.” I started crying again.

“Do you know why you are crying Shantel? You are crying for sex.”

“No, I’m not.”

He pulled away. “There’s the door, if you can go through it, you win.”

I turned around and pulled on it, but nothing else was moving. The only thoughts that were in my head were for me to cum one last time. I’m not addicted to sex. I just needed one last cum.

“What’s wrong, Shantel? You can’t leave?” He started rubbing my body, softly as he looked into my eyes, I could feel his hard cock on my stomach. He whispered, “I know how to please you, Shantel. You don’t always have to be in control baby. It’s okay not to be in control sometimes.”

I closed my eyes, to enjoy his hands all over me.

“I want you to be my girl, you remind me of me, you are just like me.”

“I can’t be your girl, Roger.” I was feeling so good.

“Why not? I’m addicted to sex as much as you are; we would be The Perfect Couple.”

He pushed open my legs and place with my pussy that was so wet, that my cum was slightly running down my leg. 

He turned me to face the door. I felt his cock sliding down my ass, trying to reach my pussy. He touched the end of my hole, but didn’t go in. “Tell me you want me to fuck you, Shantel.”

I didn’t say anything. He told me over and over to beg him and I didn’t. I wasn’t going to.

“God dammit, Shantel, just say it!”


He came down and said, “Just say it baby.”

Now I knew his weak point he loves when a he’s in control, as much as I do. “I’m not going to beg you.”  I thought he would try to rape me again, but he didn’t. I felt his cock slowly penetrating me, and oh God…it felt so fucking good. " Ummmmmh."

“Meet me half way baby. Tell me you love when I fuck you?”

I didn’t say anything.

He started fucking me hard. “I said talk to me! Say Fuck me in me, Roger!”

That shit turn me on so much that I just kept quiet. The angrier he got the hornier I became.

He took his cock out of me and put it straight into my ass with one hard thrust. I moaned.

"Oh you like pain huh?"

I moan and groan. My pussy muscles began contracting and instantly he withdrew his cock.

"No!” I screamed.

He didn’t do anything or say anything. “Tell me you want me to fuck you, Shantel.”

I looked at him. I saw the desire in his face and I knew he saw it in mine. After a minute of holding back, I said, “I want you to fuck me.”

He shoved his cock in me and in three strokes I started cumming. I grind so hard on his cock when I was cumming that he came before he had time to withdraw. “Oh shit!” He pulled out. “Shit!”

He kissed my neck and just hugged me, as he breathed hard and his body full of sweat. "I love you, Shantel."


“Because you love fucking.”

“That’s the only reason?”

“I’m addicted to sex, and you are fulfilling my addiction………”

© Copyright 2006 Miami Girl

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