It is Friday night and I get a call, it is you. “Hey” you say. “Listen, I want to show you something tonight, I am on my way to pick you up.” This isn’t unusual coming from you. There have been a few adventures you have taken me on where I knew nothing of how the night would begin or end. These nights normally come with a set of rules and it is my job to follow those rules. But, the situations you have thrown me into and then have been given a set of rules to follow just prior makes the evening very interesting and exciting. The rules always seem so simple, little things like the time you gave me a rule to not speak. Seems simple, right? Well, you then took me to a gathering of people whom I have never met before. Not so easy, but I handled it with ease. You were amazed, how I still somehow got along with the crowd and had a great time with you, never had spoken a word to anyone. I didn’t tell you but I wrote on a napkin that I had my tonsils taken out a few days ago and passed it along as needed. I drank with them, gave a cheers, and smiled pretty. That napkin was my saving grace that night. My creative way of staying within your rules. Too easy, I thought to myself the next day. You even rewarded me that night in your bedroom, told me what a good girl I was. Too easy but it sure beat a punishment from you.
I begin to get dressed, hopping in the shower quickly, and putting on a fall dress. The cold air had just came in a couple weeks ago. Still warm during the day but chilly at night. I brought a an old blue Campion sweatshirt in case I may get cold. Then, a knock at the door. “Hi Jack” I say. You step in my place, “are you ready to go?” you ask. Of course I am and without saying a word I nod my head yes. “Ok, I only have one rule tonight,” I role my eyes playfully. I knew it. You laugh, “just one rule and that is to resist me under all circumstances”. Hmmm, I think to myself, an interesting twist. You kiss me and take my hand to leave. “Let’s go”. We get in your car and hit the highway.
I don’t know where we are going and I don’t really care. As long as we are together, we can go to Taco Bell and use a coupon and I wouldn’t complain. You are dressed in khaki pants with a tan leather belt and a solid blue polo shirt leaving the last two buttons undone. You body language was loose, you leaned toward me with a gleam in your eyes, your left hand on the steering wheel, and your right hand on my left inner thigh, your pinky finger just barely touching my purple underwear. Knowing full well that my pussy was super wet thinking of you. We talked, listened to music, and you drove.
We were on the road a good hour or more. Not enough time in the car, if you ask me, but we were there. Now up in Maine on the seacoast, you pull over to an old lighthouse. It is chilly out, kind of windy, so as we are getting out of your car I grab my sweatshirt and put it on. It is a beautiful old lighthouse, the evening has just come to an end, and the ocean is pulling into high tide. The waves are roaring, never ending, never starting. You walk towards the ocean having to pass by the lighthouse to get there. You reach your hand out to lead me and I do not reach back. “Hmm” you say out loud and keep walking. I follow. What a beautiful spot. As we graze pass the old lighthouse and up a small grassy hill we then come to the end of the earth, the ocean. I am two steps behind you and when I come up next to you gaze at the moonlight lighting up the ocean waves, you go turn put your arm around me. I step back, “please, we are not here for that”. You look frustrated, discouraged, but this was your rule. You had a plan to how this night would play out now it was time to put that plan into action.
You start walking up the coastline and I follow just a couple steps behind you. We walk for what seems like two miles and finally come to a pier that homes beautiful sailboats, some boats had people on them, some left dark, and many others had been pulled from the ocean earlier to prepare for the upcoming winter season. I wasn’t expecting to walk the coastline past such a beautiful pier full of amazing sailing boats. You walked straight down the wooden pier with confidence and ease down the long pier. I followed two steps behind you. Finally we came to smaller but very detailed sloop sail boat. You step onto the boat from the side and look at me. I don’t know what to say, I had no idea you even sailed or had a boat. You smile. That same smirk you always get thinking to yourself, “girl there’s more to me to come, just get on the boat”. You put out your hand and I back away and climb on the boat from the same side just a few steps up from you. “Sit!” you say. So I do. You go on about doing whatever you do to get the boat out into the ocean. It is still pretty windy. The air is chilly but being on the ocean is refreshing, who would ever complain about this wonderful experience. I watch you place the headsail sailed to one side of the boat, the mainsail sailed to the other, and then wing on wing, you catch the wind and the boat begins to sail.
It is very dark, chilly, windy, and now we are heading out onto the ocean. It is a bit weird, not what I was expecting of the evening, but hey, this is my life, weirder things have happened. The wind is racing through my hair as I sit, you look over to me, and again, that smirk. Remembering the rule you gave me before the night began, I look at you as if to say, how the heck am I supposed to resist you in this situation. You are sailing a boat on an ocean right now and it is very dark? About then you turn directly into the wind, letting the sails out, slowly getting the boat to stop, you eventually drop the headsail, and put down an anchor. All I can think is, how fun is this? You go grab a couple of glasses and some scotch from the inside cabin and head back towards me. You sit down beside me and immediately I scoot my butt back away from you. You pour me some scotch and I say “no thanks”. You laugh, I look at you like why are you laughing. Things are not going well between us. We have no chemistry, we are on the middle of the ocean, no one to hear me scream, no where to go if I start a fight with you. You finish your scotch, refill your glass, drink your refill and then my glass of scotch and then place both glasses on the floor of the boat. It is windy, still chilly, we are both cold. You go and get a blanket, offer it to me. I say “Look, I appreciate all you have done tonight, I do, but I am not fucking you just because you have a sailboat”. You look down onto me, blanket still in hand and say “Look girl, I just thought you might be cold”. I say nothing. Just roll my eyes. “Look Lynne,” you say “I didn’t expect you to have sex with me tonight, I just wanted to see if we got along”. Again, I roll my eyes. “Please, you are an arrogant snob who has no idea how to bring a girl on a normal fucking date”. I say, “You need to take me home, I am cold, hungry, not high or drunk, and I so not attracted to you. Please get the sails going again, let’s go. Bring me home”. You seemed crushed. You love your boat.
You wrap the blanket around you to keep warm yourself and walk in my direction, you watch me stand up and walk backwards, you keep walking. There’s nowhere for me to go and very quickly I am at the edge of your boat and you right on top of me, forcefully grabbing me by the neck and ever so slightly leaning me backwards over the edge of the boat. The waves are crashing against the boat, the wind is picking up, and you say in my left ear “Listen, I am going to fuck you before taking you home to daddy”. I kick you hard in the balls and you drop to the ground. “No way, don’t think I won’t yell”. You laugh. “Yell,” you say “No one will rescue you, no one can hear you, no one will believe you”. You grab me by the ankles and pull me to the ground forcefully making your way up my thighs and ripping off my purple underwear. I push, pull, and squirm but you have a strong hold on me now and the boat is making somewhat sick, to be honest. “Your so hot” you say as I am clawing at your head pushing you away from entering the inside of my thighs. Using every free muscle I have to squirm from underneath you. But it does me no good, you take you two hands and forcefully pin my arms down and with just enough weight on my body you are able to pin open my legs. “There you go, that’s what I brought you here for”. With my vagina now exposed and my body pinned, you can now take out your cock. With your left hand you moved to unbuckle you belt and then your pants. “You are going to like this Miss Thing” you say. I spit on you. “What was that for? You make me so angry Lynne”. And with that – your big hard cock is forcefully – without any regard, in one foul push, jammed into my pussy.
I scream as if I have never felt that kind of pain before, “Fuck you Jack” I say with a deep undertone through your rough pounding of my vagina. I keep screaming. But, if you were to hear these screams from a distance they wouldn’t be that of a rape victim but more of a dirty girl who is taking a rather large cock forcefully and without reserve. You take your hands and begin to squeeze my neck as if to strangle me, we are both sensing anger and hostility toward one another. It is real, we have never been here before. This could get bad. You are raping me and I am being raped. I never gave you permission, I am not consenting, and your stranglehold around my neck is scaring me. I certainly can’t breath. But, I trust you. So I say nothing. And in that moment you take your cock out of my pussy and move up towards my face, forcefully opening my mouth with your hands “I swear I will bite off your big dick off asshole and spit it into the ocean for the sharks to eat, don’t do it”. You slap me across the face which wasn’t very nice. I feel a heat against my cheek from the force. You grab me by the hair and open my mouth again and place your large cock in my mouth which glistens with thick cum from deep inside my vagina. You forcefully gag my mouth deep with your cock and within seconds you willfully force your cock deep-throated down my throat and you cum without any reserve. I choke. Your dick comes out of my mouth and I am spitting cum all over the place. “I’m Sorry” you say. I say nothing. I am still spitting cum out of my mouth. Minutes later I say “It’s okay, I forgive you Jack”. And we both smile at each other.
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