A Secret Admirer

It started with these e-mails. The first one was sweet, like a secret admirer. He told me I was beautiful and that he longed to be with me. I had no idea who he was, but I mailed him back. I told him I thought he was sweet and even though I was married, I wouldn’t mind having a new friend. Later that day, I got the second. It was a completely different tone. It was so angry. He called me names, accused me of teasing. He said that I didn’t deserve his love and he would get me back. The next one was worse. He threatened me. He said he would make me his and break me. He said I would beg for him and he would laugh. He told me he couldn’t wait to see me, lying on the floor, naked, covered in his cum, crying as he abused my body more. I deleted the rest, mailing him one last time to tell him he was sick and needed help.

Then, I started getting typed letters in the mail. There was no stamps on the envelopes…he knew where I lived. I only read the first few lines of one of the letters… “Slut, how dare you do this to me! I will make you pay for this. I will make you mine and you will beg for my cock to fill your cunt, but I’ll shove it down your throat instead. I’ll hold it there until you turn blue. You’ll beg for my caress, soft and gentle, but I’ll slap and beat you instead. When it’s finally all over, you’ll beg for more…” I threw away the letters. After a while, they stopped and I thought it was over.

I began to wonder… What would it have been like to be at the complete mercy of a dangerous man? What would it have been like to have his thick cock pushing down my throat, blocking off my air? What would his hands have felt like, on my body, around my throat? Would my cunt be as wet for him as it is now?
The fateful day came not long after my wonderings. I was home alone; everyone else was gone to church. I loved days like this, where I could lounge around and relax. As I was doing just that, I heard strange sounds from upstairs. I ignored it, thinking it was the cat, but then I heard the familiar creak of someone coming down the stairs. I got out of bed and moved to the living room to see who stayed home. A large man stood in front of the stairs, blocking my escape. His eyes greedily roamed over my form which was covered by a flimsy silk nighty.

“Take it off,” he growled.

“N…No!” I squeaked, fear tightening my throat.

He moved to me quicker than I expected and pulled it over my head as though I were a doll. His eyes roamed over my body and tears began to slip down my cheek. I realized I had been a fool for wondering and now I was in trouble.

He smiled darkly, “Yes, I love it when they cry. Beg me… Beg me to let you go!”

I fought not to sob, “Please, let me go. Please!”

“I’m not convinced. Maybe you should do it on your knees, slut.”

I recognized the order for what it was, but I had no choice. I sunk to my knees and looked up, “Please, please, don’t do this. Please, just let me go!”

He grabbed a handful of my hair with one hand and undid his pants with the other. He let his pants fall to his ankles and I was face to face with his thick erection. He ordered me to suck it, placing the tip at my lips. I shook my head. He reached down with his free hand and grabbed my nipple, twisting viciously. I winced, gritting my teeth.

“Suck it,” he growled, “Or I’ll rip this fucker off!”

He twisted again and I cried out. As I did, he thrust his cock into my mouth, all the way back to my throat, gagging me. I tried to pull back, but his hand held me in place. I flailed, panicking, and slapping at his legs.

“I told you I would fucking kill you if you ruined my fun. Is this how you want to die? Choking on my dick?”

He pulled back long enough for me to gasp out a no and thrust deep again, aiming to go down my throat.

“Then will you suck it like the slut you are?”

He pulled back again and I gasped out a yes. He waited for me to catch my breath, and then placed the tip at my lips again. I opened to him, using all my skills to suck and slurp at him. He groaned and moaned at my actions, both of his hands gripping my hair. I thought I could make him cum and then he would leave, but he suddenly thrust his hips forward, holding my head in place.