Bedroom Closet

We’ve been writ­ing here long enough now that I for­get the things I’ve talked about, so for­give me if you’ve read this one before.

Occa­sion­ally I just like to take over; when we’re mov­ing into the bed­room I feel an over­whelm­ing com­pul­sion to take your body over and fuck you and not care about any­thing other then what’s going on with me.  Times like these it would take a lot more that “no” to get me to stop;  no would get you slapped and ass-fucked.

You would feel my hand on your throat sud­denly guid­ing you in a forced fall onto the bed.  Once on your back my hand would prob­a­bly remain press­ing you down so that if you didn’t get the idea of what was hap­pen­ing, the short­ness of breath would remind you.  Once you seemed com­pli­ant my hand would move to the back of your head to grasp your hair and move you as I needed — drag­ging you more onto the bed from where you fell.  With my other hand I’d help move your body by slap­ping your thighs apart and throw­ing your arms to the sides if you move to stop me.

Depend­ing on your clothes we may strug­gle, but they will come off.  You some­times sense these moods com­ing and end up in skirts with­out panties and shirts with­out bras, but it doesn’t mat­ter.  Soon enough I can see your pussy between your spread legs, and my mouth is able to work on both breasts freely.  My free hand feels your wet­ness come pour­ing out while I suck and gnaw your nip­ples and lis­ten to your breath­ing go ragged.  You stiffen when my fin­gers enter you, but a stern look from me and you relax a little.

While my mouth moves over you I undo my belt and lay it beside us — I don’t want to have to use it but I will

Pants down then kneel up briefly to remove my shirt.  Plead­ing that your not ready gets a quick three slaps; inner thigh, breast and cheek, you whim­per as I use my saliva to lubri­cate the head of my cock before falling on you and impal­ing you with one solid joust.

You arch your back and gush from your pussy to absorb the blow as your whole body is pressed down into the mat­tress — you cry out but one of my hands grabs your face muf­fling the sound.  Your hips respond despite the speed that things begin and your legs wrap around me.  My motion takes me over you so that you have arms and shoul­ders and chest in your face as I begin to fuck you more slowly in time with your breath­ing.  Your hands held above your head with one of mine.  My weight hold­ing you down.  Your mouth is cov­ered.  You are helpless…

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