Charles Taking Me Forcefully
It was just a normal Saturday morning. I was helping Charles put yard decorations away after Christmas. I was getting cold and said I was going in to warm up a bit. He said that he was also getting cold and suggested we go in and have some hot chocolate. He got the hot chocolate and a small pot out and set them on the kitchen counter. He asked me to put hot water in the pot because it would boil faster.
I took the pot and turned on the hot water at the sink. In the few seconds it was taking for the water to run hot, he pinned me between the counter and his body. He pushed his groin against me, pushing my stomach against the edge of the kitchen counter. He was already hard as if he knew prior he was going to take me. His right hand gripped me tight just above my right hip and his left hand squeezed the left side of my neck as he started humping me as we stood there. His thrusts hurt my stomach as it slammed into the edge of the kitchen counter. He put his forehead on the back of my neck as he continued to dry hump me, his warm breath warmed the back of my neck as he breathed heavily. Easing the force he was pushing against me with, he took his right hand, reached around, and unbuttoned and zipped my pants. He didn't release my neck and pulled my pants and underwear down at the same time. My cock was hard and got caught by the waistband of my underwear, he pulled down harder until my cock freed its self. My pants and underwear fell to my ankles. He gripped the shaft of my hard cock and stroked it, for lack of a better word, violently. His grip was so tight and strokes so hard, I thought the inside of my cock would rip out through the head. I liked it and didn't like it at the same time. Thankfully he released his grip on my cock and started undoing his pants. He kept his forehead on the back of my neck and his left hand also gripping my neck as he worked his pants down. I heard them slide down his legs and then the distinct sound of the pants button hitting the tile floor. His left hand forced me down, bending me over the kitchen sink and then he let go of my neck but kept his left hand in the middle of my back. He then reached over me with his right hand and took the dish soap. I heard the dish soap bottle cap pop open and then felt the cold dish soap land at the top of my ass crack and run down. He set the bottle down and began working the soap into the crack of my ass. I was expecting to feel his fingers work my asshole but he just took a hold of his cock and covered the head with soap from my ass. Another expectation I had was being entered gently but I wasn't, he put the head of his hard cock to my asshole and pushed hard. I moaned loudly almost a scream, It fucking hurt as his cock forced its way inside me, not stopping until no cock shaft was left. Both of his hands now gripped my hips as he fucking pounded my asshole. He slammed his cock into me as hard as he could. Thrust after thrust he fucked me. I was able to relax but the initial forced entry was still causing a little pain. He may have torn my asshole a little, the soap was stinging. Other than his heavy breathing were the words "fuck", "fuck yeah", and "fuck yeah that's it". I never saw aggression from him before like this or during just everyday life. He was fucking really hard, directing his cock in different directions with every thrust. Some thrusts were hitting the right spot, I was starting to experience an orgasm like once before with him when I didn't know what was happening. I had since read about prostate orgasms. I said to him "there, right there".
Lol...As I think about it, I now know what women feel while being fucked just the right way.
He was willing to listen and kept fucking me as I asked. I began to cum, it was very intense. I splattered his cupboard door with cum. He made a few more thrusts and slammed his cock into me one final time as he began to cum. His cock throbbed and pulsed with every squirt of his sperm. He pulled out, still hard, and left me bent over the kitchen sink as he pulled up his pants. I was embarrassed, didn't know what to do.
Did he just not care anymore? Was he just so horny at the time? Was he embarrassed as to how he just took me? Was this the real him?
He handed me a dish towel, I stood up and hastily wiped the crack of my ass and wiped up my cum from the cupboard doors. Still embarrassed I quickly pulled up my pants. As I headed for the back door I heard him say he would like for me to stay. I said I wanted to go home, clean up and change clothes since I now had dish soap and cum on my underwear and pants. He said to go get my change of clothes and bring them back to his house. I didn't answer him but I knew I was coming back over to him. ??????????????????
I took the pot and turned on the hot water at the sink. In the few seconds it was taking for the water to run hot, he pinned me between the counter and his body. He pushed his groin against me, pushing my stomach against the edge of the kitchen counter. He was already hard as if he knew prior he was going to take me. His right hand gripped me tight just above my right hip and his left hand squeezed the left side of my neck as he started humping me as we stood there. His thrusts hurt my stomach as it slammed into the edge of the kitchen counter. He put his forehead on the back of my neck as he continued to dry hump me, his warm breath warmed the back of my neck as he breathed heavily. Easing the force he was pushing against me with, he took his right hand, reached around, and unbuttoned and zipped my pants. He didn't release my neck and pulled my pants and underwear down at the same time. My cock was hard and got caught by the waistband of my underwear, he pulled down harder until my cock freed its self. My pants and underwear fell to my ankles. He gripped the shaft of my hard cock and stroked it, for lack of a better word, violently. His grip was so tight and strokes so hard, I thought the inside of my cock would rip out through the head. I liked it and didn't like it at the same time. Thankfully he released his grip on my cock and started undoing his pants. He kept his forehead on the back of my neck and his left hand also gripping my neck as he worked his pants down. I heard them slide down his legs and then the distinct sound of the pants button hitting the tile floor. His left hand forced me down, bending me over the kitchen sink and then he let go of my neck but kept his left hand in the middle of my back. He then reached over me with his right hand and took the dish soap. I heard the dish soap bottle cap pop open and then felt the cold dish soap land at the top of my ass crack and run down. He set the bottle down and began working the soap into the crack of my ass. I was expecting to feel his fingers work my asshole but he just took a hold of his cock and covered the head with soap from my ass. Another expectation I had was being entered gently but I wasn't, he put the head of his hard cock to my asshole and pushed hard. I moaned loudly almost a scream, It fucking hurt as his cock forced its way inside me, not stopping until no cock shaft was left. Both of his hands now gripped my hips as he fucking pounded my asshole. He slammed his cock into me as hard as he could. Thrust after thrust he fucked me. I was able to relax but the initial forced entry was still causing a little pain. He may have torn my asshole a little, the soap was stinging. Other than his heavy breathing were the words "fuck", "fuck yeah", and "fuck yeah that's it". I never saw aggression from him before like this or during just everyday life. He was fucking really hard, directing his cock in different directions with every thrust. Some thrusts were hitting the right spot, I was starting to experience an orgasm like once before with him when I didn't know what was happening. I had since read about prostate orgasms. I said to him "there, right there".
Lol...As I think about it, I now know what women feel while being fucked just the right way.
He was willing to listen and kept fucking me as I asked. I began to cum, it was very intense. I splattered his cupboard door with cum. He made a few more thrusts and slammed his cock into me one final time as he began to cum. His cock throbbed and pulsed with every squirt of his sperm. He pulled out, still hard, and left me bent over the kitchen sink as he pulled up his pants. I was embarrassed, didn't know what to do.
Did he just not care anymore? Was he just so horny at the time? Was he embarrassed as to how he just took me? Was this the real him?
He handed me a dish towel, I stood up and hastily wiped the crack of my ass and wiped up my cum from the cupboard doors. Still embarrassed I quickly pulled up my pants. As I headed for the back door I heard him say he would like for me to stay. I said I wanted to go home, clean up and change clothes since I now had dish soap and cum on my underwear and pants. He said to go get my change of clothes and bring them back to his house. I didn't answer him but I knew I was coming back over to him. ??????????????????
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