Note: This one is pretty dark. I surprised even myself while free form writing it. It’s vicious and sexy and just utterly brutal. What I mean is this: Be in a low lit area. Be ready for the journey. Be ready for something edgy.
Stupid fucking bitch — was the thought running through my head. How dare she mock me, degrade me in front of her friends and family. How dare just wipe her hands clean of me, as if I were nothing. As if this relationship was nothing to her.
I’ll fucking show her.
I see her return back home from wherever the fuck the whore was. She slinks out of the car like some alley cat slut, wearing her short dark blue dress — a thought hits my mind. She’s worn that dress before at her family BBQ. She bent over to pick up a book that had fallen off the nearby shelf and you got a clear view of her purple panties riding up her pale ass. Fucking slut, I bet she did it on purpose.
She makes her way up the porch and turns on the verandah light. Her figure is illuminated – she is curvy and plump. Long mousy brown hair runs mid way to her back. The sight of her cleavage in that tin dress makes me hard.
I’ve anticipated her return, you see. I know her nightly ritual because I’ve lived with her for years.
She’ll get undressed, pour herself a glass of wine, down that in a few greedy gulps and then she’ll head to bed where she’ll read a few chapters of whatever fucking book she was reading.
So I wait. I wait with my hard cock tenting in my jeans. I’m excited by the idea of tormenting the fuck out of this bitch. Fucks me over, does she? Oh, she’ll learn.
Minutes pass and her bedroom light goes out. Here I come, cumslut.
The plan? To brutalise the absolute fuck out of her cunt. Make her feel all the burning humiliation I felt as she disrespected me. NO ONE FUCKING DISRESPECTS ME.
Lucky for me, unlucky for her, I know where she keeps the spare key to the house, under the lounge on he verandah.
I sneak in. The dogs know me so they sleepily raise their heads and look at me but then their curiosity fades.
As I move through the living room and in the hallway, I hear her turn the pages of her book.
Moonlight lights my way easy enough that I can avoid obstacles in my path.
I turn a corner and then I see the light seeping through from the cracks in the closed door. Our old bedroom. How long has it been since we shared a bed? 3 months?
How many times has a man used that vibrator on your cunt, bitch? I find myself thinking. My cock aches.
I push the door forward with two fingers — it swings open slowly and then she notices me, dropping my book.
Her mouth hangs open and my eyes fall on her heaving tits – fuck, it is good to see them again.
She goes to speak, probably to say my name, but something in me propels me forward.
I grab her firmly by the neck and throw her down beneath me. She struggles, making some awfully gasping sound. It’s music to my ears.
Her legs are flopping about, like a fish out of water. Somehow she manages to throw her book at me, the corner of it whacks me in the right eye – I’m momentarily blinded — and she goes to get up but I hold her down.
You FUCKING bitch I find myself roaring. My hands are back at her throat, squeezing the life out of her, the other hand slips over her mouth, muffling her sobs.
Shut up, shut the fuck up.
My hand lifts from her mouth and grips her by the hair, grabbing a fistful randomly. She gets out a scream — then with all my might, I throw her against the bed. Her pale naked ass presenting itself to me. She falls limp.
I unbutton my belt — and that’s when she goes to squirm again but I grip her by the neck.
Wiggling worm, stay the fuck down
“Fuck you” she hisses.
I slip my belt free from my jeans, fold it.
*I am so FUCKING sick of your Cheek”
I whip her. She lets out a sob, gasping hungrily for air. Her body quivers on the spot. I whip her a second time. a third.
Her ass is red now and I am hard.
I hesitate, listening to her sobs. Finding myself enjoying the moment – then she makes a break for it again.
I lose it, I go into a daze, whipping and whipping and whipping…things blur over..or maybe it’s where her book smacked me in the eye…when I came too, her ass has cuts in it, massive welts. She’s limp.
This angers me again. I whip her again, it feels good. I think of all the time we’ve argued and I hit her harder and faster. It feels good.
She’s heaving now, gasping. Like a wounded animal. The sound is odd.
I sit back on her knees and let out a sigh. She makes no attempt to run. Her face is buried beneath a pillow, she is sobbing.
I slap her ass with my bare hand. Get up
No movement. -WHIP-
Get on your knees
She slowly stumbles up on her knees. I kick off my jeans, toss them on the floor. Her ass is facing me when I turn back to face her and I grin.
You humiliated me. Now it’s my turn to return the favour
She moves her head around to face me, her face is red and wet with tears.
I spit on her face and she flinches, letting out a sob.
I will fuck you, no problem
I guide my hard cock to her ass, lubricating it with the spit on my fingertips. It takes a bit to ease myself into it – and she’s crying, but she doesn’t scream, she seems frenzied, dazed.
Make a sound though – and I’ll beat you again
She whimpers in acknowledgement.
Then I take her ass. How long? I am not sure. I take it as fast and hard as her virgin ass allows. She’s grunting, crying, as if these are little sharp moans. They only make me fuck her harder.
“S-s-stop” She says but then she falls quiet.
I grip her hips and continue thrusting, starting to pant myself.
You remember my cock when you sit down tomorrow
She sobs at this.
Then it catches my eye and I stop, my cock easing out of her ass, her slumping forward…
I laugh. Her cunt is glistening in the light. The fucking bitch is enjoying this.
I reach out and slide my finger along her slit. She reacts to it, vocalising somewhere between a sob and a moan.
She is definitely soaking, her cunt hungrily tries to take my finger inside but I pull back. She grunts in frustration so I whip her ass again and she falls silent.
Stupid fucking bitch, what will I do to you?