lovelaborslust: Oh god….it happened again. I don’t know why or how I keep making such m
lovelaborslust: Oh god….it happened again. I don’t know why or how I keep making such mistakes in men. This is the third time it happened with three different guys ever since I moved to the city and I am so ashamed that I can’t even go to the authorities. Charming, handsome, kind men at first. Good enough to take home to parents. First dates, awesome. But just when I am being carried away by the romance, it all goes awry. I am looking for romance. But these guys don’t want romance. They just want to get off or exert their power over somebody. And I keep falling for it. Tom was a senior manager at my IT firm. Our paths crossed while on a project. Ever since then, Tom would find some reasons to come by my desk for one thing or another. Paying me compliments on not just my work but also my choice of wardrobe and my perfume. And I basked in the attention from this man. And why not? Tom was handsome, fit, smart, funny, charming, and tall. Most of all, he radiated this masculine energy and attitude that had he not flirted with me, I would’ve thought he was straight. His masculine energy complemented my feminine nature. So after couple of months of office flirtation, Tom finally asked me out for dinner. And I gladly accepted, hoping to erase the bad memories of my previous dates forcing themselves on me. The date went fantastically. Tom took me to a romantic French restaurant and afterwards we sipped on cocktails at a jazz lounge. Tom was so attentive throughout and the perfect gentleman and I was thoroughly enjoying the date, getting a nice buzz from all the liquor Tom kept getting me. As the night wore on, I look at my watch. “Oh wow. It’s midnight. We should go right?”, I ask. “I guess it is. I am having such a good time with you that I don’t want it to end just yet. Maybe we can get out of here and and go somewhere private? Maybe your place?”, he says. I hesitate. “Well……it is getting kinda late. And tomorrow is our launch brunch in the morning.” But I know I don’t sound convincing. I was having a great time too and I didn’t want it to end but bad choices in the recent past is keeping me from eagerly inviting him to my place. He senses it. “I can feel like I can talk to you for hours. I really like you Holden. If you aren’t comfortable inviting me to your place, it’s ok. But I promise I will be the perfect gentleman. I just want to spend a little bit more time with you tonight.” Awww. The man knew how to charm. What’s a girl to do. I acquiesce. My apartment is a short walk from the lounge in downtown Austin. As I go to open my door, he gently places his big hands in the small of my back to lead me inside. After we settle down, I go to the bar to make us a nightcap when I feel him come right up behind me and gently press his 6'2" frame against my 5'8", while nudging his scruffy face into my neck. I catch a whiff of his cologne and I feel dizzy. He breathes in, smelling me. “Hmmm you smell so wonderful. What is that? Gardenia?” he asks. He is good! “Yes” I answer meekly. “So feminine,” he mutters under his breath. “God! you have no idea what a sexy little minx you are and how much you turn me on,” he states. I feel his bulge now pressing into my butt, softly grinding into me while he kisses my neck. “I have been thinking about this for such a long time.” I am excited but nervous. His aggression is turning me on but I don’t want to lead him on. Not tonight. I didn’t want to have sex with him just yet. I don’t want him to think I am easy. But…. Oh god he is feeling so good now as he holds me by my waist and I feel his strong chest muscles press into my back. No. No. I have to stop this now before it gets too far. “Stop”, I whisper. Barely audible. “We shouldn’t”. He seems to ignore my soft plea. Instead, he spins me around, pulls me roughly into him holding the small of my back and jams his tongue inside my mouth. I panic and start to struggle, pushing back on his chest but he is so strong. While he is kissing me, he forces his left hand down inside the tight white skinny jeans I was wearing. He stops kissing and looks at me. “Oh fuck. You little cock tease in your tight little pants and slutty thong. Stop fighting me. Why else would you dress like this if you didn’t want me to fuck you tonight eh? You are sooo sexy baby”. And with this, his fingers go underneath my thong string and push into my hole. I whimper into his mouth while still struggling. “Please stop. I don’t want this. Not tonight. You promised”. “What did I promise?” he asks. “You promised to be a gentleman”, I gasp while his fingers stretch my pussy. Tom chuckles. “I am being a gentleman. By treating you like the girl you are baby. That’s what gentlemen are supposed to do. Make a girl feel good. And I am gonna make you feel soo good tonight that you will never tell me to stop. Ever.” With this, he suddenly picks me up and takes me to my bedroom and throws me onto my bed. There, locking his eyes with mine, he slowly takes off his clothes. “You have been teasing me from day one. Have you any idea how many evenings you have left me with blue balls in the office with your flirtations, sucking on those pens, licking your lips, wearing those tight fucking pants, bending over in front of me to pick up something? I could see your thong panty lines through those pants, they were that tight. All I wanted to do was shove you onto the desk and rape your pussy but I behaved. Well not tonight. Tonight I am taking you like a little slutty bitch you are and you are gonna gladly give it up”, he slowly growls. I am so shocked and afraid that I just listen and watch him undress, numb that this is happening again. After he finishes undressing, I see his cock. It was rock hard and angry looking, pointing straight at me while he walks up to the bed, his heavy balls swinging side to side. It was quite big without being thick, about 7 inch. I am still paralyzed just watching all this when I feel him shove me down on my back and yank my shirt off me. Then he unzips me and forcefully pulls off my skinny jeans in one sweep that it hurt, leaving me in just my yellow and gray see-through skimpy thong. He believes I wore it for him because I wanted it tonight. Actually I mostly wear thongs and gstrings as underwear so it was just a natural thing to wear tonight. He flips me over onto my stomach and growls again. “Sexy bitch”, he says under his breath. “Please you don’t have to do this. I will jerk you off or..or…or even suck you. But please don’t do this”, I am pleading and almost crying. Part in shame ( for misreading him and putting myself in this situation). Part in helplessness. But my pleas fall on deaf ears. “Oh sweetheart. You will suck me but not before I get in that sweet little pussy I have been dreaming of for a long time”, he hisses. His voice dripping with lust and power. Power that he can do anything he wants to me and I can’t do a thing about it. Suddenly I feel him push my hips down into the mattress, push my thong string aside and start eating me out. I gasp out loud. He holds me down and eats me out like it’s his last meal. I hate that it is feeling incredibly good. The man knows how to eat. I try not to show it, though I feel myself getting wetter. After about three minutes of this, he gets up. I hear him spit which I can only assume him spitting to wet his cock. Then I feel his full weight on top of me, his chest on my back, his hot breath in my neck as I feel his cock head touching my now wet pussy lips. I squirm, trying to get away and ask him to stop. One last attempt, in vain. He holds me down and sinks his manhood into my pussy. “Oh god such a wet pussy baby girl. You like daddy fucking you don’t you? Look how easily you took me. You just opened up. You know you were born for this so don’t play coy with me”, he keeps muttering as he rapes me. I relent, close my eyes, and just take his fuck. Afterwards, when he finishes, coming in me twice and forces me suck off his and my juices on his cock, I just lay on the bed with his cum running down my thighs. He gets up and I see him getting dressed, putting his shirt back on and tucking it into his pants. He smirks at me. “And I wouldn’t tell anyone about this if I were you. It would be a he said she said and I will make sure to paint you as the slut. And police won’t believe you either. Look at you. There’s not a single mark of injury on you or your cunt. Your pussy slit is as spotless and beautiful as it was before. And that’s not possible unless it’s an experienced pussy, especially not after the fuck I just gave you. And looks like you even orgasmed. Your panties all wet. So let’s keep this between us shall we? And who knows, maybe this can be the start of something good. Ciao baby. Thanks for a hot night. I thoroughly enjoyed it”, he leans in to give me a kiss and leaves. I lay there, in shock. But I realize that I cannot let this break me. I have to get up. I have to be stronger. I have to believe that good guys were out there. And as far as Tom is concerned, well while it may be true that I can’t tell anyone about this, he will pay. Oh he shall pay…. -- source link