Ouch!

Now and then, I really enjoy the whole ‘fucked through the bed’ thing. I love the submissiveness of being on my back, legs parted and a man pounding me to death…..and last week, I took the virginity of our new summerhouse. 

It’s built on a deck area and it’s on a turntable so it can track to keep the sun streaming in. The doors fold right back along the sides, so, when fully open, it looks like little more than a roof with a back wall, and it was here that I invited The Lovely Chris, (TLC) when I realised our dildo, ‘Mike’, simply wasn’t doing the job. 

TLC is, without doubt, the most skilled, caring and varied male lover I have encountered to date.  He is up for any role play, and plays them well, even the time I asked him if we could pretend to actually be lovers. In the middle of slow, gentle sex, he told me he loved me in a way tha brought tears to my eyes. 

But that wasn’t what I wanted that day. Oh dear me no! I wanted to be dominated…and I mean dominated! I wanted the whole vulnerability, on my back, legs spread thing….almost rape-like. I wanted to feel like he was only interested in his own satisfaction and my body was there almost as a complicated thing to masturbate into. In short…I wanted to feel used. 

Last week also, I caught up with a friend of mine called Emma. Emma was once a bit like me, any time, any place, any hole type of girl, but she seems to have convinced herself that a man on top somehow robs her of her equality…..whatever that means….so now, for her, it’s either her on top (that’s allowed, apparently) or side-by side. Has this enhanced her sex life? Well, no. She says, “We’ve been married five years, you can’t expect sex to stay as good.” Well, no, you can’t…not if you rule out the two positions that allow for deep penetration and a really vigorous fucking! I have no idea why she’s gone down this particular road, but there it is. 

So, there I was, in a faded old -- and I mean old -- threadbare summer dress and a pair of pale yellow panties that I used to wear to school. They were old and threadbare too, having been masturbated into throughout my teenage years, and the crotch has seen the end of a ruler rubbing up and down it in class more times than I can remember.  

When he arrived, we had a cup of coffee, and then he began his usual seduction of me…not that I needed to be seduced. We stood on the thick pile carpet and kissed. Not that easy, given our height difference, but boy, is he a great kisser. He made me wetter than I already was just by kissing me. I felt his hands travel over my back (scoping out if I was wearing a bra….I wasn’t) and then down over my bum (scoping out if I was wearing a thong….sorry Chris….I hardly ever wear them) then he drifted it up to my exquisitely firm boobs. He knows just how firmly to hold them and how much pressure to apply to the nipple to give it that pleasure/pain feeling I adore so much. 

When I felt the moment was right, as he was kissing my neck, I whispered into his ear, ”I want it rough……really rough…..I want…..I want you to hurt me.” I felt his hands take hold of my dress and with a firm pull he tore it top to bottom. This caused a flood in my panties! Just what I needed! Somehow, he got me onto my back on the floor and I felt him fiddle around between us, no doubt releasing his monstrous cock from its confines. Then I felt him try to rip my panties off. Surprisingly, they held, so he had to simply pull them aside and plunge inside me. 

That made me catch my breath…..it stung a little, but since he is very big when as hard as this, I suppose it would, and anyway, it was exactly what I wanted. I responded with, “Bang me…..bang me through the fucking floor.” TLC looked down at me and called me a “Horny fucking slut”. He then proceeded to give me the kind of fucking that you only find in nature when animals are rutting. He slammed into me so violently each thrust knocked the breath from me. 

I saw the moment arriving…much quicker than it usually does, and I knew that if I wanted to cum with him, and I did, I would have to employ a little trick. As his head tilted back in what I knew would be the ejaculation stroke, I tried to pee on his cock. Oh, don’t worry…I knew I wouldn’t actually pee, but the thought of it, and the fact that I bore down was enough to make me cum with him. I wanted to milk him dry. 

I felt his contractions, and I’m sure he felt mine. We lay together for a moment and he held me close. “Alison doesn’t care for it…that roughly” he said. Well, I know that. I also know that some times, guys like to simply fuck a girl’s brains out. He then said, “I hope it didn’t feel like…..you know…..rape.” Well, I had to tell him that there is such a thing as consensual rape, and it’s just another aspect of role play. “After all, Chris, we’ve pretended to be deeply in love, we’ve pretended I was your sister, would it be so bad if I wanted us to pretend you were forcing me?” He thought about it for a moment and then said, “I think it’s on the darker side, but maybe, if we were both ok with it.” 

As I write this, I am remembering how I felt for three days afterwards….bruised! My clit was swollen and a yellow bruise formed over my pubic bone where he had slammed into me. The memory makes me smile!