Friday night alone for Rachel part 3

**I just want to say that I in know way approve of any form of non-consensual sex.


He held his weight on his arms as he hovered over me. He moved one of his knees up between my legs until he was rubbing my pussy with his hairy, fat knee. I was still wet from my earlier orgasms, that now seemed forever ago. Even through everything that happened, as he ground into my wet pussy, I could feel my body spark with recognition of the stimulation. After all, only thirty minutes or so had passed, so I was still riding both my orgasmic- and marijuana-induced highs. Mentally, I knew that I had not enjoyed anything that had happened, but after a life-time of zero action my virgin body was slowly being driven to a familiar frenzy. He smiled his smug grin again when he saw the effect he was having on me.

“Give Daddy a kiss to show him how much you love him,” he said as he leaned down. He pressed gentle kisses against my lips. It was almost loving and totally bizarre. Why can’t he just fuck me and get it over with? Why is he doing this to me? I hated his soft touches more than when he was beating me; it felt more wrong somehow. He ground his pelvis into my hip, and I could feel his still hard cock.

He moved his weight to one elbow and gently cupped my jaw and pulled my mouth open slightly. He slipped his tongue in my mouth, softly exploring inside. He shifted his knee away and, without warning, thrust two of his fat fingers into my pussy.

“Daddy’s little girl has such a nice little girl pussy. You already got it wet for Daddy, didn’t you?”

“Yes, Daddy,” I squeaked out as he playfully wiggled his fingers in me.

“Daddy’s little girl is a little slut, isn’t she?”

“Yes, Daddy,” I replied meekly.

“That’s okay because Daddy knows that his Good Girl is still a virgin. That you have been saving yourself all for me.”

I gasped. Was that part of the game or does he really know I’m a virgin?! I knew in my gut that he somehow knew that. He had been watching me for God only knows how long, and he knew that I had never been with a man.
I screwed my eyes shut, hoping to just disappear. Like if I waited long enough to open them again, I would be somewhere else. His mouth returned to mine. He thrust his tongue gently against my own, in and out of my mouth in time with his now thrusting fingers, my still wet pussy letting him easily glide in and out.

He quickly began speeding up both his fingers and his tongue. As hard as I tried to mentally separate myself from what was happening, I was helpless to stop my body’s reaction. He added a third fat finger and started rubbing my clit in small circles with his thumb. My pussy felt so full, and I released an unexpected moan. I felt him smile against my mouth, and I cringed when I realized my mistake. I felt so disgusted with myself. His mouth met mine, and he licked a trail down my jaw back to my ear. I could hear his labored breathing as he worked my pussy.

“Does Baby Girl like what Daddy is doing to her pussy?”, he asked.

“Yes, Daddy,” I replied, hating myself a little.

“If you ask him nicely, Daddy will let you cum.”

That was basically the exact opposite of what I wanted to do. But, it didn’t really seem like it mattered tonight what I wanted to do. As much as I hated it, I couldn’t do anything about how good he was making me feel. I clamped my mouth shut for fear that I might let another embarrassing moan out. I locked up all of my joints and tensed my muscles, just trying to keep my hips from rising into his hand. I could feel my pulse rising as I started breathing harder and harder. He started pushing his fingers in and out of my cunt faster and faster. He wrapped his lips around my ear lobe and sucked hard, making me let out an involuntary squeal. His mouth then moved down my neck to my collar bone, which he started bathing with his tongue.

I couldn’t keep it in anymore, and I let out a long, loud moan. As the sound left my mouth, it was like all my resistance with it. I relaxed my body and bent my neck towards his tongue. I without a doubt hated this man. I hated him touching me, how he talked to me, the way he was making me feel. I hated that my first time with a man would be with this hairy, overweight bastard. But, the mind is a tricky thing. It does strange things to protect you from emotional trauma. Illogical things. My logical thoughts on the situation were that I wanted to rip this man’s dick off and make him eat it. However, deep in my mind where I hide all of my darker desires, I had always fantasized about being taken just like this. I would touch myself and think about some unknown man of the tall, dark, and handsome variety tying me to my bed and having his way with me as I pretended not to like it. And, in this most harrowing turn of events, it was this fantasy that my mind latched on to in an effort to keep me from going crazy. I was openly panting now, and I just allowed myself to feel what was happening.

He was very skilled, and I knew that I was only a few moments away from cumming all over his hand. I could feel him smile against my throat.