Based on a True Story

     It’s like an escape really, Raymond and me. He makes me feel almost human, the array of emotions I feel when I am with him. It’s feral, real. I pulled through the roundabout, the wind blowing through my long curly brown hair. The music filled my ears, the bass filling my heart. I was on my way to see Raymond. He invited me over earlier to play cards with him and the guys. At first, I wanted to say no, because that meant I would have to stay and wait patiently until he fucked me. Like a good girl. I could hear his voice in my ears, and it made me instantly wet. His voice always did that to me. The sultry confidence with undertones of dominance undeniably sends me over the edge. I cannot handle being away from him for long. Yet here I am, six months have gone by without a word and when he calls, I come. Literally.

    I pulled onto the street, feeling my insides do a flip and flop. I could feel myself start to second guess everything. Even though Raymond never gave me a reason to think I was ugly, fat, or anything like that. He was always dating tens, and sometimes it hurt to know I wasn’t good enough for him to date. I shook the thought from my head, hoping that his friends were leaving soon. I walked down the street to the side of the house. The basement window well was the only way I have ever known to go through. I hopped down, dreading the climb out with legs that would not work later. I knelt, looking into the basement to see him sitting there with his friends. His smile was intoxicating, I could picture his lips on my skin. I closed my eyes for a second, imagining it, feeling his lips on me. I opened my eyes, taking a deep breath, before lightly tapping on the window. One of his friends jumped up, saying hi as he slid open the window. I climbed in closing the window behind me. I turned to see Raymond getting up, making his way toward me.

“Hey,” he said, pulling me into his body. The familiar scent invaded my nose like ecstasy. “I am glad you could make it.” He whispered into my ear, his lips grazing my lobe. My body lit up like a match. It was like a flame finally reaching the torch again, lighting it, igniting its blaze of glory. A flame that would burn eternally. I instantly pictured what I wanted him to be doing to me now. He pulled back, drunkenly smiling. He grabbed me a chair and set it across from him. As I sat, he asked me how I had been. I told him how things were leaving out the fact that I missed him and wished he would have texted sooner. He smiled devilishly, making me blush. Had he read my mind?  I had to pull myself together in my mind, or I was not going to last however long I had to sit here.

“Do you want to play?” he asked, shuffling the cards in his hands, his eyes never leaving mine. Yes, of course, I do sir. I shook my head, watching him deal cards to everyone. They all sipped their beers, talking shit and laughing at their drunken antics.

    It seemed like eight hours, and I was growing impatient. Raymond had finished his beer letting everyone know he was calling it a night. The guys trudged up the stairs as I walked toward the basement window. He jogged up the stairs, shutting the door behind him. I heard him softly saying his goodbyes to the guys upstairs. I heard him locking the door as I grabbed my shoes; heading to the chair to sit down. He jogged back down the stairs, picking up a few beer cans and tossing them in the trash. He looked over at me, his warm brown eyes filling me up. I paused, holding my shoe while he stared at me for a second.

“Are you leaving?” he asked nonchalantly as he picked up a few more beer cans from the table.

“Well, you said you were calling it a night,” I say, untying my shoe, giving him my bratty undertone.  

“That wasn’t directed toward you. I needed them to leave, so I can fuck you now.” His assertive tone caused my breath to halt. I tossed my shoe to the side, sitting upright, my thighs squeezing together.

“Oh,” I say, biting my bottom lip, watching him intently. He gathered all the cards and put them in the box, tossing it on the table.

“What are you looking at?” He teased, giving me a sexy smirk as he gathered the last few beer cans.

“You,” I say, wishing he were touching me. He tossed the cans in the trash, pulling his shirt from his body, walking towards me. I felt my breath halt again as he got closer, our proximity almost intertwined. He hovered over me, his hand grabbing one of my breasts, while his other hand slid toward my throat. He gripped firmly, bending down to kiss me. His lips just touched mine as he tightened his grip around my throat.

“You want me to fuck you now?” he asked as his harsh breath hit my lips. I felt myself melt, my thighs squeezing tighter.

“Yes,” I say as his lips brush against my cheek. He traced the outline of my jaw, leaving soft, sloppy kisses. His tongue traced my lobe lightly as his grip tightened around my throat again. My breathing quickened, and my chest began to rise and fall rapidly.

“Yes, what?” He whispered in my ear, gripping my throat tighter.

“Yes, sir,” I whimper as he makes his way back down to my lips, hovering over them again.

“Good girl.” His lips pressed into mine and his tongue invaded my mouth hungrily. His hand slid from my throat to the nape of my neck, finding its way to my hair. He pulled back roughly, so I was staring up at him. His warm coffee-colored eyes gazed down at me.

“I am going to go shower. Get naked and go lay in my bed.” He commanded, kissing my lips again. I nodded, peeling my shirt from my body so that he could get a quick look. He gave a sinful grin, jogging up the stairs.

    I sat there for a moment, trying to catch my fucking breath. Six months and this man has me about ready to explode from a kiss. I stood up, walking to the bed, slipping from my jeans. I grabbed the clasps on my bra, unhooking each with ease and letting it hit the floor. I climbed into his bed, laying there for a minute, staring up. I closed my eyes, letting my hands glide down my stomach to my thong. I lifted my thighs and ass from the bed, pulling my thong down my legs, kicking it somewhere on the floor. I placed my hand on my stomach, spreading my thighs a little, sliding my hand down. I felt how wet I already had become just from Raymond teasing me. I rubbed my hardened bud, picturing Raymond kissing me again. His lips traced down my neck to my breasts, cupping them and squeezing roughly. My breath halted, and my chest rose and fell quickly.

    The basement door shut, and I heard Raymond jogging down the stairs. I looked up as he turned the overhead light off. His short brown hair was spiked and damp. He smirked, pulling his boxers down. His hardened cock flopped out as he walked to the edge of the bed. He tugged at my thick thighs, pulling me down the bed swiftly. He spread my legs wider, using a hand to rub his cock up and down. He slid his cock between my lips, rubbing quickly over my clit. I let out a soft gasp as he slid toward my throbbing hole. He pushed in just slightly, teasing me.

“Fuck, you’re so wet.” He growled, roughly sliding into me. I let out a loud moan and he thrusted again. He pushed deeper as he slid us into the bed. I gripped the sheets, readying myself for his deep thrusts. He gripped under my knees, pressing his body into mine. His thrusts quickened and I started to feel my breath sharpen. He leaned into my body, burying his face in my neck. The shallow huffs I was capable of letting escape my lips, brushed roughly against his skin. He pushed back, pumping harder into my throbbing hole. That ungodly smile grew as he looked down at me, taking one of his hands and wrapping it around my throat. His body pounded into mine harder, and I felt all of him inside of me. His thrusts quickened again as he stared down at me.

“Are you going to come?” he queried, slowing his pace. I whimpered, biting down on my bottom lip; hard. “Not yet,” he demanded, pulling out quickly, and kneeling. In an instant his tongue was on my clit, sliding a finger deep into my throbbing hole. I let out a grumbled moan as his tongue twirled and swirled on my throbbing clit. I grabbed a hand full of hair, pushing his head deeper. He pushed back quickly, pulling his finger out just as swiftly. I groaned; he was so good at teasing me. My breathing hastened as he climbed onto the bed, putting his wet finger in my mouth.

“Do you taste good?” he requested as I grumbled yes. “Go lay on the pillow there face down, ass up,” he demanded, taking his fingers from my mouth. I moaned, my body throbbing and hot. He slapped my thigh as I pushed from the bed, my body already feeling like we had gone rounds. I crawled slowly toward the pillow, preparing myself for what was about to happen. Doggy was Raymond's specialty. He knew what buttons to press, what pace to set, and how to keep a girl focused on the task at hand.

He spanked me hard, rubbing my ass as I pushed back into him.

“Please,” I begged, spreading my legs for easier access. He spanked me again causing me to let out a yelp of pleasure.

“Please, what?” He said, spanking me hard, my body jolting forward. I gasp, the soft sting radiating on my ass.

“Please, sir.” I whimper as he toyed with my throbbing hole, his fingers rubbing my g spot.  

He slid his fingers out swiftly, pushing his thick cock deep inside me. My muffled moan escaped into the pillow as he slid in and out again. My throbbing hole was saturated in my arousal. He pushed in deeper, cupping my right ass cheek to give him grip. I grabbed the bed, bracing myself for his unrestrained pounding. He slapped my ass, pounding into me harder and harder with each thrust. The muffled screams spawned his sadistic nature. He continued to pound into me, pulling my hair toward him, and lifting me from the bed. He pulled me up, pressing his body into mine. I started to let out a loud wail as he quickly covered my mouth. His face pressed against my shoulder, his hand still covering my mouth; careful not to let the screams escape. I felt myself throbbing on his hard cock, my eyes fluttering in complete bliss.

“I told you not to cum,” he growled in my ear, pushing me forcefully back on the bed. He shoved my face further into the bed, laying into my throbbing hole again. I wailed as he let off my face, spanking me forcefully.

“Are you my dirty slut?” He growled, spanking me repeatedly.

“Yes sir,” I whimper on the pillow.

“Do you like getting your dirty holes fucked?” He grabbed my hair, pulling me backward again, holding me against his body.

“Yes sir,” I said panting as he slowed his pace.

“Good girl.” He whispered against my lobe, wrapping his hand around my throat. He slid in and out slowly, griping my throat tighter as he groaned in my ear. I felt myself cumming again, my body jolting in immense pleasure. He groaned loudly, his body stiffening against mine. His deep exhale, grazed my ear, producing another intense orgasm. He quickly covered my mouth, letting me ride out my orgasm on his still-hardened cock. My moans began to stifle, and he let go of my mouth, kissing my lobe as he slid out slowly.

He slipped next to me on the bed, draping an arm over his head. I pushed my lifeless body into the bed, catching my soul before it escaped my body. His breathing steadied as he rolled to his side, staring at me intently.

“What?” I say shyly, pulling the blanket over my body. He quickly pulled the blanket from my body.

“Who said I was done?” He growled, spanking me lightly. I chuckled as he rubbed my back softly, his fingers lightly dragging across my sensitive skin. I moaned softly.

    I woke suddenly, my body dampened from the dream. I looked to the side of me, realizing it was just a dream. A very real, very vivid dream.

“Who the fuck is Raymond?” I panted, dapping my forehead with the back of my hand. I sat up, pushing my long curly hair from my face. I thought for a moment, realizing how turned on I was. I had never done anything like that in the dream, but it felt too real. A reality I was not sure I would be able to accept. I laid back down, pulling the blankets to my shoulder, and tucking further into them. Let’s hope my dream starts where it left off. I quickly found slumber, easing back into the world of sadistic men.