I enjoy a long slow fuck as much as the next guy. Sometimes though my inner pain pig surfaces and I get into very rough scenes.
Latest hookup: Mid 30s black guy from A4A. Advertising 8.5 cut, and “safe sex only.” But, his last message to me read: “man I love a wet hairy ass to stick my cock in…clean out extra deep man because I dig deep…love to plant my seed as far up in you as possible.” That sounded promising.
I got to his place and he passed inspection. (Not that I’m picky.) We went to the bedroom and stripped. He had a good average build… a little soft but nice pecs with big nips. Perfect chocolate brown skin. His cock was soft, and it didn’t look like it would grow to 8.5”. Hoped I was wrong.
He pushed me to my knees and I got to work. I held his cock gently in my mouth, ran my tongue around the head and shaft and suckled. He appreciated the effort, verbally and physically. While he told me to suck his fucking cock, it grew. And grew. Soon it was filling my mouth and tapping my throat.
Now I am an expert deep throater and I decided to demonstrate. I dove down on his fat cock (which by now was every bit of 8.5”) and pressed his head into my throat. He moaned and grabbed the back of my head, so there was no escape. He started to fuck, ramming his cock deep. My eyes teared up, my mouth filled with spit and I gagged. I loved it. He had no mercy and I should have expected what happened next.
He pushed me off his cock and I landed on my ass, my mouth still gaping. He grabbed my arm and pulled me up then pushed me on the bed, face down. Climbing behind me he drizzled a small amount of lube in my crack, then spit twice on my hole. Then it started.
His cock hit my hole and didn’t stop. He pushed firmly, breaking my ring’s resistance. He didn’t slow, he just pressed. My hole spread and the pain increased. I cried out. If this kept up, I thought I would actually cry. Five seconds after he entered my hole he was balls deep. I couldn’t move. I could only gasp for air.
When he bottomed out he paused for a moment and put his face by my ear. “That’s some tight pussy,” he said. I didn’t think it would ever be tight again.
Then he began to fuck. No, actually, he began to rape me. He pulled his cock out until just the head spread my hole, then he slammed back in. Over and over again, as deep as he could fuck. He had warned me. He said he went deep, and damn did he. Each thrust pushed my second ring. The pain was incredible - pounding my colon over and over again.
I couldn’t help it. Each time he battered my guts I screamed. A broken half grunt sobbing sound that started low and rose to a high-pitched moan when his cock opened me up inside. He clamped his hand over my mouth to protect the neighbors, but he didn’t slow. He pistoned his cock like a machine. I couldn’t even think about working my cock. I couldn’t reach it – his weight pushed me into the bed on every thrust. And besides I wasn’t hard – the pain was too great. He wasn’t trying to make this enjoyable for me. He wanted his nut.
His thrusts became erratic, but just as hard. I felt his breath on my neck and heard him softly chanting “fuck, fuck, fuck.” Then he wrapped his arm around my neck and pushed deep – deeper than before, his full weight driving his cock into my guts. He held it there and didn’t move. He was silent, but I knew he was flooding my ass with his cum.
I couldn’t move with his body on mine. I turned my head into the pillow and closed my eyes. I knew I had been breeded deep, as promised. After he pulled out, I fingered my ass and was happy to find it sloppy with a huge load of cum.
On my way out, he said we had to do this again. I thought only a second then said “fuck yeah.” Next time I’ll know what to expect. I wonder if he’ll be as brutal.