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Bad DreamsI never told anyone about it, never discussed it, not even with my ther****t, it’s something no one knows but me. Hell I had a hard time discussing it with me, myself, and I. There were many nights I lay awake remembering, the things he did, and the feelings, the ones I didn’t want to admit that I harbored, in the recesses of my mind. I would have these dreams of the man standing over me that evil grin on his face as he sought to humiliate and denigrate me, and make me his Bitch. On more than one occasion I remember my mother waking me up because I was having what she called night terrors. But I knew, they were something different, something that I had to keep to myself. She thought they were flashback to the accident, when my father died and our world was turned inside out. I couldn’t tell her they were dreams of a different type. No matter how she pressed me, I wouldn’t tell, couldn’t tell of the man in those dreams, the things he did to me, the things he made me do. How he hurt me, humiliated me, and that I began to anticipate his illicit visits, and crave the pain of doing things that I now knew were wrong, but still I longed for , his touch, his words, our physical union, even the pain, mental and physical. He surprised me twice, before I figured out how he got in, still I did nothing to derail his entry. Then I began to anticipate his arrival and making sure he could make his covert entry to the apartment. And I would be ready, taking a shower, making sure I was clean inside, and out. Towards the end I think he noticed, but I was never able to confirm it for a fact. When he left, I’d usually drag myself back into the bathroom and shower the hurt away. Hell, sometimes I’d even lay on the bed and cry until I was overcome with sleep. Sleep, tired, but not refreshing, because he would appear in my room, brazenly naked and, proud, looking down at me, holding in one hand his tumescent member, covered with his seed, a handful of my hair in the other. “Lick it”, I could hear him say as he tried to direct it into my mouth. But I would flop around trying to get free, but he seemed to enjoy my futile struggle and he would bounce his dick on my forehead and wipe it and his juices over my face until it was covered. Laughing he would squeeze my nose really hard and when I opened my mouth to scream he’d shove himself inside, no teeth, he’d scream, no teeth or I’ll beat your ass like a drum.’ Clean it, swallow everything on it, and be quick about it. He was large, and I did all I could not to puke when he shoved himself into my throat. He enjoyed it when I gagged, “what he’d shout, what you don’t like it?’ Take it, just take it, bitch. I pulled away to protest, and he cuffed me alongside the head and I bounced off of the wall, or the bedpost. My eyes watered and he’d grab my hair and hold me in position and thrust forward into my mouth, now, bitch, bornova escort bayan suck it, suck it till it gets hard again, cause you know what, he’d ask, you know what?’ I’m gonna fuck that cute little ass of yours, yep, I’m gonna fuck you silly,’ But first, he’d turn me, dragging me between his legs until I was buttressed between the mattress and his hips and he’d lean in and start to face fuck me, slow and easy, eyes closed head thrown back, steady strokes if I timed it right I could easily breath, but it was a pipe dream as he’d always speed up, he’d look down and sneer, and he’d not only speed up he’d change his speed, and force of his strokes. If I gagged he’d smack me on the side of my head. When he go really going I’d hear the bed squeak and quake as his hips slammed into me, and my head forced it to move on my cheap ole carpet. Good he’d mutter, yeah, that’s a good little bitch. Like that, yeah, just.. like. . that, little more suction bitch, oh yeah, oh yeah…damn. He leaned in forcing himself in as far as possible, and he came so deep inside his issue slid straight into my gullet. But he stayed there my airway blocked until I almost threw up, then he stepped back allowing air to get into my lungs. ‘Yes, he cried, hell yeah, bitch you almost got it all in he said with a laugh, you gett’n good at this, and he staggered back to the chair in the corner of the room and plopped down. As my breathing got back to normal, I looked up at his smiling face from where I knelt beside the bed. I ain’t no bitch, I said quietly’, ain’t no bitch, in’t gonna be no smitch either, don’t matter what you do. The smile left his face, and for moments he just stared at me. ‘I’m thirsty, he said, get me some water. NOW! he said. As I rose from the floor to do his bidding, he stared at me. Halfway down the hall he yelled, put some ice in it to’. I got the ice, and the water and took it back to the room, I half expected he;d be dressed, he wasn’t. He sat back as he took the glass raised it and shook it. Go turn that light out he directed.’ I turned it off plunging the bedroom into darkness. He took a sip of water, then another. He took another sip, then looked at me. I was gonna take it easy on you Reggie, get a little head, smack ya on the ass, and bounce outta here. But you, you want to try me boy, want to try me. He shook his head and looked at me. ‘Take them clothes off, he said softly. I hesitated, TAKE. . THEM. . OFF, he shouted, then sat back as I pulled my clothes off and backed up against the far wall. He said nothing, totally ignored me as he drank his water. When he finished he slowly placed the glass onto the dresser beside where he sat. I watched as he stood up and stretched like a cat who’d been laying in the sun, listen to me boy, he said you do what I say, the way I say and it’ll go smooth. but, escort bornova if I feel any resistance I’m simply gonna fuck you up, and fuck you any way.’ Do you understand me?’ ‘I understand, I replied’ He took a breath and stepped closer, Do you understand?’ ‘I do, I answered, he grabbed my arm and pulled me forward and jerked me to my knees. Make me hard, he ordered and spread his legs standing almost in my face. Grabbing my ears he twisted and slammed his hips into my face, I sucked his half limp member into my face and worked his dick with my mouth and tongue. Gosh I thought, already? he was semi limp, but I could feel the expansion as he moved my face back and forth. That’s right, he said, make it wet, make it slimy, this’ll be your lube, and he laughed a sardonic laugh, but there was no mirth behind it. When I looked up His head was tilted down, the darkness concealed the look on his face,but I could tell he wasn’t doing this for pleasure. He let me work, and he began moving in time with the movements I made, stroking himself into and out of my person. For some reason I wanted him to expend himself. I tightened my lips around his stem, when his head reached the back of my throat I would swallow and swing my head side to side, each time applying more and more saliva to his member. I felt it when his member took on it’s upward bend, and felt I had a chance to beat his intentions. I sped up my ministrations, reached around and played momentarily with his ass. Whack”, he slapped me hard alongside my head and I almost screamed as I slumped against the bed. He stepped back, git on the bed he said in a soft but stern voice. He pulled me to my feet and in one smooth move threw me bodily onto the bed. Lie on your stomach for now he said, don’t make a sound.’ He was ungentle as he forced his way into my passage, his size and scope were such that normally I would have cried out. But had prepared earlier and taken steps to ease his intrusion. Still, it hurt, it felt like my ass was on fire. and he pushed, and pushed relentlessly until he got the head into position. I had learned to deal with such intrusions early on, as I began to relax I could feel him forcing his invasion to the max. He stopped pushing for a few moments, then withdrew. Again he got into position and began the process of entry. Stopped and pulled out again. I tried to open myself up, to ease the pain. He chuckled in my ear. Well boy, if you ain’t a bitch yet, you will be soon. He entered again, slow, steady push, I tried to open, tried to relax, the effect for him was gradual acceptance of his invasion into my passage. Then he didn’t fully withdraw, left his head just inside the passage, and he began thrusting deep inside. Before long, I heard the bed banging against the wall in time to our gyrations, I began to feel his pubic hairs as his hips met mine bornova escort and I raised myself to get more of him inside. Just as I was almost fully comfortable with our sexual dance he withdrew and stood up, quickly without ceremony he grabbed my hips and dropped me on my knees on the bed, he reached forward and pushed my face into the mattress. He straddled me, ‘don’t move, he said, don’t you fucking move!’ I jumped when I felt something trying to push into me, it took a moment before I realized that it was his tongue, I could feel saliva sliding into my hole then that too was gone. I felt it as he re-entered, I opened up like a clam, before I thought about it I felt his entry go deeper and our hips met. He seemed to teeter momentarily, then he began long strong thrusts each stroke of our hips meeting with a resounding slap. It was no holding back, nothing sweet or nice. We were fucking, I know he meant to hurt me, I knew there was nothing sentimental but man, o-man, those thrusts were hitting deep into the recesses of my being and I felt them. Before long I could feel it, feel that pleasure spot being massaged and I was giving as much participation moving my ass into angles that increased my pleasure of the act without regards to what he was feeling. From deep in my body I felt it, felt it start to build. I tried to stop it, tried to ignore it. I listened to the creaking of the bed, the thud, thud, thud of the headboard against the wall. Felt the sweat that rolled down my arms and dripped onto the bed. I listened to him, moaning thru his exertions. But, it kept building, growing like an acorn in the pit of my being. Only this would be a tsunami. I closed my eyes, gritted my teeth, buried my face into the pillow. He slammed his hips against me. . c’mon Bitch. . c’mon Bitch. . C’mon, tell me..who’s yer daddy? . . .Tell me who’s yer fuck’n daddy? each word, each phrase punctuated by a slap of our bodies meeting. ‘oooohhh fffuuuck, he cried and buried as much of himself inside of me as he could. I felt him rocking and shaking over me, felt his body spewing what it had left deep inside of me. Wwwhhoooo, he shouted and stepped back from his position. He jumped to the floor with a thud and whistled. For my part I rolled onto my side looking at the headboard of the bed. We were both breathing heavily and covered in sweat. I heard him moving around behind me but didn’t look. “Know what Reggie?, he asked, I think you like this, I think you won’t give in because it keeps me coming back. I said nothing. ‘S’okay little buddy, cause you’re one beaudacious piece of ass, and I like coming back for more.’ He dressed quickly, whistling all the while. hey, don’t get up now, I’ll show m’self out. I was aware when he left the room, I rolled onto my stomach, ran my hands under me and took myself in hand. I couldn’t help it, it didn’t take long and I finished up quickly. After a bit I got myself into the bathroom and under the shower. Coming out of the shower I sat on the edge of the bed with a towel covering me. I was still there when Mom got home from the hospital in the morning.
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