Alyssa
“Where … where do I start?”
Russell stared hard into my eyes. I felt frozen in place.
“I’m gonna assume you’re not a virgin, right?”
“R-right.”
“Then you just go ahead and start wherever you want, little lady.”
Part of me wanted to run; I couldn’t believe that I was being taken by this man in such a way. I knew that I should’ve protested, at least a little. But everything around me seemed to serve to intimidate me, I knew that I had no option but to let Russell do with me whatever he wanted.
My eyes moved up and down his body, and I couldn’t help but be taken in by just how goddamn good-looking he was. He towered over me, his broad-shouldered, beefy body as solid-looking as a stone wall. His thick arms hung at his sides, and my gaze tracked along the lines of his toned, tanned biceps, then along his thick shoulders, then to the hard angles of his torso. I noted the way the fabric of his white undershirt strained against his muscles; the thought popped into my mind whether or not it just might rip off if he decided to flex right at that moment.
Finally, my eyes came to a rest on his package. Without thinking, I felt my tongue move along my bottom lip.
What’s gotten into me? I asked myself. I should be smashing that beer bottle against his head and running for the front door. But I couldn’t. I was still like a prey animal under the gaze of a predator.
“Looks to me like you know where to start,” said Russell, the corner of one side of his mouth pulling up slightly.
I guess I did. I stepped towards Russell, placing my hands on his hips. Sure enough, his body was just as hard as I’d imagined it would be. Another moment of hesitation came over me, but before I spent too much time standing there like a deer in the headlights, Russell decided to help me out. Putting his hand on the top of my head, he pushed me down with no small amount of force. I dropped to my knees, the impact against the ground stinging a bit.
But Russell didn’t seem to give a damn just how comfortable I was. He moved me closer to the bulge of his cock until it was a mere few inches from my face. I swallowed hard, now close enough to see that he was seriously packing under that thin layer of fabric. I could see the outline of his cock through his underwear, and with each pulse it grew harder and longer.
Russell shoved his thumbs under the waistband of his underwear and pulled them down. I gasped as his cock sprang out—it was somehow even bigger than I’d figured it was. Long and thick, it pointed right at me, the head mere inches from my face. My eyes went wide as I looked down the length of his pillar; it was easily the biggest cock that I’d seen, whether in person or in a picture.
“I know it’s a nice-looking prick,” said Russell, his voice even more booming from above, “but don’t just stare at it.”
He was right; I had a job to do. And the worst part was that though I knew I was being controlled in a way that I should’ve objected to with every fiber of my being, I couldn’t help but feel more than a little turned on. Something about the way Russell took control without compunction or hesitation, Russell knew what he wanted, and didn’t give a damn about what I might have to say about it.
Reaching up, I wrapped the fingers of my right hand around the thick shaft of his cock and began to slowly stroke.
Gotta start somewhere, I thought as I moved my hand and down the length of his long cock. Each pump up and down took some time, and I began to wonder if I’d even have the stamina to pleasure this thick tree trunk of a dick. Stroking with one hand, I took him by the base of his cock with the other. Licking my lips and flexing my jaw, I readied myself for the task that was staring right at me.
Here goes nothing, I thought.
I opened my mouth a bit and moved closer and closer. Soon, my lips touched the end of Russell’s cock, and I gave it a wet kiss before moving my mouth away.
“Hope that wasn’t all you were planning on doing,” Russell said.
No more delaying it, I thought.
I returned my lips to his head and kissed it again, then again, my lips wet. I took a little more in with each kiss, eventually wrapping my lips around the entirety of his head. Once I had that much in, I let his head rest against my tongue, letting Russell enjoy the warm wetness of my mouth for a few long moments. Then, I pulled my lips back. His cock had an … enticing flavor. It was a little salty, and the small bit of cum that had come out was almost sweet. I felt my hesitations melt away by the moment. I opened my mouth once again and took all of his head into my mouth again, this time lashing his skin with my tongue, dragging it slowly along his cock as I moved my lips over the sensitive ridge of his head.
Soon I was taking his head in and out of my mouth at a steady rhythm. I worked the long length of his prick with my right hand, doing my best to coordinate my motions. I knew that I wasn’t the most skilled blowjob-giver in the world, but did my best. And strangely, I felt a strange compulsion to please Russell. I found myself looking up at him with a mouthful of his head, massaging his balls gently as I watched his expression for hints of pleasure. But he only looked down at me with a stone face, as though he was evaluating my work rather than taking enjoyment.
I felt the kind of pressure that one would feel doing their job knowing their boss was watching. However, instead of making me feel nervous, it only enticed me to do better, to really give it my all. So, I decided to go a little further. After sucking his head for a time, I let my jaw relax. My tongue still busy on his prick, I prepared to take more of his many inches into my mouth.
But Russell wasn’t in the mood to wait.
I felt his hand on the back of my head. Taking a handful of my hair, he pushed with no small amount of force on my head, his cock shoving down further into my mouth. The feeling was … intense. I had no idea how I did it, but I managed to take nearly all of his length into my mouth. And he didn’t let me move. Once his prick was nearly entirely in my mouth, he held my head still there for a time. I grabbed onto Russell’s hips, holding on for dear life as I attempted to adjust to the feeling of my mouth being entirely filled with his manhood.
The urge to gag arrived, but I did my best to suppress it. Eventually, Russell took his hand away and I withdrew his cock from my mouth. I grabbed onto the base of his shaft as I took deep breath after deep breath.
“Do it again,” he commanded.
His tone made it clear that this was non-negotiable.
I looked down the length of his cock and readied myself to go in once more. Letting my jaw go slack, I moved my lips along his member and took it in, inch by inch. I still couldn’t believe just how big this thing was. This time, I didn’t need Russell’s help. I took the whole thing down, nearly gagging as I did. And as I held his cock deep in my mouth, a strange sense of pride welled within me.
I continued like this for a while, paying attention to his head, licking and sucking on it before going down for the whole thing. Russell was mostly quiet, but occasionally he let out a grunt that gave me the impression that he was enjoying himself. The room was still and silent aside from the wet sucks of my sucking and slurping, and before too long I was in a good rhythm.
But before I could get close to finishing him, Russell slipped a hand under my arm and pulled me up. He looked down at me, his eyes boiling with an emotion that I couldn’t quite put a finger on, but looked like something between passion and heated intensity. I stood silent, having no idea what he had in mind for me next.
Then he put his hands hard on my hips.
“Take off your clothes,” he said, looking me up and down once again. “Now.”
I nodded slowly. Slipping my fingers under my shirt, I pulled my top off and tossed it back onto the futon. Next, I stepped out of my shoes then pulled my pants off, leaving me in nothing but my simple white bra and panties. Dressing sexy hadn’t really been a priority since I’d started living in my car, and I hoped that my appearance wasn’t too much of a turn-off.
“And the rest.”
Russell’s words were all irresistible commands. It was like there was some strange power behind his voice that stripped away my ability to say no. All I could do was wonder was what kind of hold this man had on me.
I reached behind me and undid the clasp to my bra. I pulled the straps off of my shoulders and my breasts came tumbling out. Next, I stepped out of my panties and kicked them to the side. Russell looked at my body hard, deep draws of air going in and out of his nose. He reminded me of some kind of animal, like a bull about to tear off on a charge, the humanity of his shimmering blue eyes offsetting the primal intensity that ran through his body.
Russell then pulled his undershirt off, revealing a sculpted, ripped physique that was so gorgeous to behold that it nearly brought me to my knees. His perfectly sculpted pecs were covered with more tattoos, and I found my eyes leaping from design to design. Before I could inspect him for too long, he stepped out of his jeans and was soon standing there completely naked, his legs just as thick and beefy as the rest of his body. Russell was a specimen of manhood that I’d never before seen in person, and the combination of it and his commanding personality served to render me nearly helpless before him. He could’ve told me to kill someone at that moment and I probably would’ve done it.
But he had something else in mind. He clamped his hands down on the curves of my bare hips, his grip rough and strong. Then he turned me around forcefully, my hair spinning around my head as he did. Next, he pushed me towards the couch. I clambered onto it, now on my hands and knees. I couldn’t see Russell now, but I could hear him breathe heavily through his nose as he squeezed my hips and ass. He gave my right cheek a hard squeeze before bringing his hand back and slapping my ass hard. The crack of his flesh against mine rang through the silence of the apartment, and I let out a gasping moan as the pain shot through my body. Before I had a chance to say anything in response, Russell brought his hand back and connected with my ass again, this time on the other cheek.
“Oh, fuck,” I exclaimed, the words shooting out of my mouth, propelled out by the force of his blow.
The feeling was … odd. It was a perfect blend of pain and pleasure, and it was incredible.
Russell then grabbed me by the hips and pulled me closer to him. He ran his hands over my curves once more, and the sensation of his firm, strong hands moving over my body sent a shiver of pleasure across my skin. I couldn’t believe that I was feeling this way, but I was. Something was coming over me, some feeling that implored me to surrender to Russell. The rational part of my mind wanted me to resist, but even if that aspect of my mind had won out; I knew that Russell was going to take whatever he wanted, whether I wanted him to or not.
And as strange as it sounds, that was totally fine with me.
He gave my ass one more solid spank before sliding his hand up my legs and spreading them apart. I gasped as his finger grazed the outside of my sex, and I couldn’t believe that I was already wet and ready for what he had in mind. I knew he was going to enter me at any moment, and all I could do was picture that massive member of his in my mind and wonder how there was going to be enough space for it in my little body.
A moment later, I found out.
I felt Russell place the head of his cock on the opening of my pussy, and before I had a chance to react, he drove himself into me, hard and deep. I let out a shriek and a gasp as he entered me, and my hands clenched onto the fabric of the couch. My face tightened into a wince as my body worked to accommodate Russell’s enormous prick. But only a moment or two after he buried himself deep into me, the feeling of tightness and fullness was almost overwhelming.
“Oh, fuck, oh God,” I said, grabbing as hard as I could onto the couch, the fabric straining under my grip.
Russell said nothing, instead pulling out of me slowly. As soon as he removed himself I craved him to enter me again. I needed it, and I couldn’t help it. This urge was soon fulfilled as he entered me once again, burying himself to the hilt another time. Once Russell had confirmed that I was able to … accommodate him, his pace increased. He began bucking into me hard, driving his cock deep into me over and over. The sound of his hips crashing into my ass sounded throughout the apartment, punctuated by my moans and Russell’s grunts. He held onto my hips hard, his firm grip sending that same mixture of pain and pleasure through my body.
He brought down his hand again on my ass as he fucked me, and I let out another breathy gasp. It was almost too much. Russell’s cock jammed in and out of me, and I felt as though I was hanging on for dear life as he fucked me hard.
“Don’t … stop …” I moaned.
I couldn’t believe the words coming out of my mouth. Russell was simply taking what he wanted, and though I knew I should’ve said at least a word in protest, my body had already surrendered, and my mind was doing the very same by the second. After all, not only did he have a huge, thick cock, he knew how to use it. Each time he plunged into me he managed to hit the exact spot that I wanted him to, his girth stimulating me in ways that I ’hadn’t even thought were possible.
Soon, to my shock, I felt an orgasm begin to approach. At first, it was merely a distant hint on the horizon, but with each thrust of Russell’s titanic cock, it drew closer and closer. I’d always had a hard time cumming from sex, but with Russell it was different; his animal intensity was bringing out something in me that allowed me to submit to him in just the right way I needed to in order to cum.
Russell’s pounding was relentless. He buried himself over and over, and I almost felt as though he was going to split me in half at any moment. I was impaled by him over and over, and I couldn’t believe how good it all felt. As he fucked me, Russell reached up and squeezed my hanging, bouncing breasts, his fingers rubbing my nipples in a manner that was simply divine.
His grunting grew deeper and harder, and I could sense that he was getting close to cumming. The pace of his thundering thrusts quickened, and screams slipped out of me. As if to shut me up, or maybe just to dominate me further, Russell grabbed the back of my hair and shoved my face into the couch, muffling my cries. This should have struck me as an indignity, but the feeling was actually the opposite; I loved it. I loved the way he took control and fucked me hard, slapping my ass and pulling my hair. It was like I was under some spell, one that made me desire his cock more than anything.
Then, suddenly, I came. I came hard, the orgasm rushing through my body like a crackling wave of pleasure. It was good that my face was buried into the couch, as my moans otherwise would’ve alerted everyone in the city that I was having what had to have been the most intense orgasm of my life. My body felt white-hot and my limbs turned to putty. I lost total control over myself as the orgasm took hold; it was beyond incredible.
Russell’s orgasm soon followed. He pulled out of me and came, his cum shooting out onto my back and ass in hot spurts. He grunted with each spray of cum, and I couldn’t believe how much I enjoyed the feeling of him emptying himself onto me.
Soon, he was done. I collapsed into a sweaty heap, my limbs barely able to support my body.
Things were just getting stranger and stranger by the minute.