I met him online. We wanted to exchange a fantasy where I would have drinks at a hotel and be used. We had talked for weeks and finally I was ready. He had bought a plane ticket for me and agreed to have a driver at the airport to pick me up and bring me to our meeting place.
It was a five-hour flight. I wore a nice dress and called the number he gave me to call when I arrived. The driver answered and told me where he was waiting. He was outside the airport waiting for me. I grabbed my bag and got into the car. The driver and I didn’t talk much. We exchanged small talk about the nice weather in the area. He dropped me off at a house with a gate outside and a code on the gate. I texted my date using the other number he gave me to call me when I arrived. He gave me the code and I punched it in and went inside, not knowing what to expect even though we had talked about so many fantasy scenarios. This wasn’t a hotel, it was a residence.
I walked up the sidewalk and knocked on the door. The same man who had been exchanging pictures with me for weeks answered the door. Hi, he said warmly. Hi... I said, a little nervous. He was even more handsome than he was in his photos so I was excited to see what would happen next. I walked inside. The place was beautifully decorated with nice furniture and a large kitchen with a full bar. He led me to the living room and I sat down on one of the plush couches. “Let me get you a drink,” he said. He disappeared into the kitchen and brought me a gin and tonic with a lime wedge.. I squeezed the lime into my drink and we started chatting.
“I thought we were meeting at a hotel? This looks a lot different than what I expected.”
“I thought you would be more comfortable here. I rented this entire place for us for the weekend.”
“Oh.” I said. “It’s nice.” I glanced out the windows.. We were surrounded by woods. This place was more like a cabin than a hotel. I sipped on my drink to calm my nerves. My date was handsome, with blue eyes and brown hair. I knew he had dark intentions but his gentle nature made me feel comfortable.
“Would you like another?” He asked. He was sitting nearby on a couch beside me. We had exchanged so many emails about all the things I wanted done to me it was strange he hadn’t even approached me yet.
“Yes, thank you.” I gave him my glass and looked around me. It looked like a bachelor’s place, though it was extremtly neat and tidy. A moose head hung from the wall and there was a flat screen tv mounted to the wall in front of me with a DVD player down below.
“Thank you,” I said and began sipping my drink. It was only maybe an hour and a half into my visit and I began feeling tired and woozy, almost spilling my drink. I kept trying to keep it upright and taking more sips. Had he drugged me? The idea turned me on so much I could feel myself getting hot and wet. I put my drink down on the table next to the couch where I was sitting and leaned over on the arm of the couch and closed my eyes. He finally came and set next to me. He picked up the drink and handed it to me. I smiled and took another drink. Things were getting really fuzzy but I wanted to please him. He took it from me and set it down on the coffee table. “Would you like another?” He asked . “Yes.” I was barely coherent but I was feeling good and buzzed. I could feel my inhibitions falling away. The shy, anxious person I normally was had disappeared.
I felt him pulling me up by my shoulders and holding a drink to my lips. It was strong and tasted bitter. I felt nauseated as I swallowed it and gagged a little bit managed to keep it down. He stroked my hair. It felt so good to be cared for, and I kept losing track of time. He put the drink to my lips a couple times again and I swallowed, compliant and getting wetter and wetter wanting to see what would happen next.
I could barely move. My eyes were closed and I was on the verge of consciousness. I felt him stroking my thighs ever so gently. I was wearing a strapless dress and he pulled the top down and started sucking on my breasts lightly and squeezing them gently. I love breast play and I was so tuned on. I didn’t want it to stop. It’s not like I could stop it anyway. I could hardly move. He reached under my dress and began to finger my wet pussy, pushing my panties aside. He pulled my panties down. I felt panic and excitement as I heard him unzip his pants. This was totally real now. I felt the head of his cock press gently against my vulva and he entered slowly, making love to me as I could no longer move. I could feel the weight of his body on top of me. “I’m going to have so much fun with you tonight,” he whispered.” He squeezed my breasts and kissed my neck as he fucked me gently then quickened his pace. I came a couple times and then I felt his breath quicken and he moaned as he came inside me. I passed out unable to move with his cum leaking out of me.
I woke up the next day in a bed alone. It took me a moment to remember what had happened the night before. My memories were blurry. My pussy was very sore. I didn’t remember hurting the night before. I sat up, blinking with light streaming in from the bedroom window. I was alone. I stood up and nearly collapsed next to the bed. Everything went black for a moment, and I was in a lot of pain. I had to grab the wall for support. What happened to me last night? I still felt drugged. I felt certain now I had way too much to drink last night since I was so compliant and willing. Usually I was so nervous during sex, even though I was no virgin.
I steadied myself and found my way to the bathroom. Before I could enter, I felt a hand reach up and massage my breasts. I was trapped in his grip. I could feel strong biceps holding me in his trap. This wasn’t the man I had met last night. He dragged me into the bathroom without saying a word.
“Stop!” I cried. “Who are you?”
“Shut up!” He said. This was an African American man, maybe 6’2” and extremely athletic. I was only 5’4” and 130 lbs. He pulled me into the shower like I was a rag doll, he turned on the water. After letting it warm up for a couple minutes, he turned on the shower head. I felt the water hitting my hair and body that he wasn’t blocking. He kept feeling my breasts. I was uncomfortable . This wasn’t what I asked for. He grabbed soap from a shelf in the shower and poured it into his hands. Maybe I should try to escape, I thought. But I’d fall. I decided not to. He was rubbing the lather into my breasts and moved down below and started massaging the lather into my public hair which was just a small patch since I had shaved most of it off. Then he began fingering me inside. He held me tight to his body with his left forearm while he moved his right hand over my body.
“We has so much fun with you last night. ‘Mmm.” He moaned as he fingered me. Was he washing away evidence? What had happened to me last night???
I tried to pry his arm off me but he only tightened his grip and probed my pussy harder. I could feel his cock getting hard against my ass. I was so sore. I felt like I was going to collapse from shock and whatever had been given to me the night before. “Please stop...” I said weakly. I looked down toward the shower drain and saw pink water like blood was being washed away.
He reached back and turned off the water. He dragged me out of the tub and pushed me toward the bathroom sink counter. I looked at my face. I looked scared. My hair was dripping wet and his hands were caressing me from behind. “Bend over,” He said, pushing down on the middle of my back. I didn’t have much choice. I bent over and crossed my arms in front of me to brace myself.
I felt the head of his cock pushing against my sore pussy. “No, don’t, please!” I begged. I had never been with a black man before. He slowly pushed his cock all the way inside me. It hurt. “Ow, please stop. You’re hurting me. Please... stop!” He was thrusting his cock inside me, oblivious to my pleas. “No.... no...” I murmured and started crying and sniffling wanting the pain to end. He grabbed the back of my hair and pulled my face up to face the mirror. My mascara was running down my face and I noticed bruises on my arms I didn’t even remember getting. He was smiling and moaning as he kept thrusting harder and harder inside me. I put my face down into my crossed arms and started sobbing. I didn’t want to see my face. I wanted to hide it. It was my fault this was happening. I didn’t even know what had happened last night. I wanted to disappear.
It seemed to turn him on that I was crying. I could hear his body colliding into mine, the sound of his balls slapping my ass. With a couple grunts, he ejaculated inside me. It was over. I felt numb and relieved. He pulled out, his slippery dick going soft. In shock, I slowly pushed myself up from the sink. He slapped me hard with the hard palm of his fist knocking me down and leaving me dazed. He left me there on the bathroom floor. I cried for a couple minutes but then my sniffling stopped. What if this man was going to kill me? What happened to me? Where was I? I stopped crying and crawled to the wall by the door and lifted myself up, I had to get out of here. I grabbed the handle of the door and tried to open it, but it wouldn’t budge. I was locked inside.
My vision was going black. I sank down to the floor. This couldn’t be happening to me. This wasn’t what I wanted. I started praying even though I am not religious. Was I going to die? I curled up into a ball on the floor. I could hear my heartbeat in my ears as I hyperventilated with fear. What happened to me? What was going to happen? I think I passed out again shortly after that...
To be continued...
