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Rough Sex - MF

It started out with us talking in bed. Just chatting. About the day, or most probably, this sub and the folks who joined. And then I give her a look and she knows. She sorta slowly sinks down into the bed, with just a little smile on her face. And I growl. Low and devourous. It's not just the smile and the subtle, passive response. It's the locked eyes. The knowing that something inevitable is about to happen. It's starting. Sometimes I give her that look in a store. She slaps my chest, laughs just a bit, and says, "staap Daddy!" And grins and bites her lip. She knows. Sometimes she sees it and immediately blushes, "oh shit. Ok. We got to go." And starts pulling me to the door.

Sometimes we're at the karaoke bar. Too much noise to hear my growl. She's looking at a friend singing. Shes in her element. Surrounded by sound and music and people and laughter. I put her hand on my chest and she can feel it. And she knows. She immediately turns to me, suddenly submissive, mine. We are instantly alone. Isolated. "I love you, Daddy." She says tenderly. I bend down and growl into her ear, "I know."

So yesterday, she's in my arms. Just a slight smile. She knows it's coming. I'm coming. I move in toward her, my whole body at once. Our eyes locked. The smile disappears and she sinks toward me. Our bodies meet. Separated by inconvenient clothing. My hands are on her. Searching for gaps, reaching for the smoothness of her body. Her breasts. Her ass. Her hands search for and find my hard cock, restrained by my clothing. Her eyes are closed, head thrown back, offering me her neck. Her hands searching for the opening, the fasteners, eager to release what she needs. My mouth is on her, kissing and biting. At the feel of my teeth, she knows. The slight pain I give to her is all she needs to know that this time it's going to get rough.

Graphic descriptions of actual sex acts to follow.

Where was I? Oh yeah, our clothes were in the way. Hands grabbing. I was biting her neck. Her head was thrown upward, offering her full vulnerability while her fingers were frantically pulling at my waistband. Undoing the fasteners made difficult by her eagerness, her inability to see what she was doing, and the pressure of my Thick Cock pressing against them from the inside.

I have alluded before to my cock size. And, while definitely not a monster, I am happy with it. Big enough to make deep throating a challenge to all but the most gifted. But not impossible. Sort of on the upper end of what most folks consider possible for anal. I've had a few bi guys tell me they want to get topped. Only to not bring it up again once we all get going.

She finally gets my cock out and begins stroking. I am on her neck and earlobes. My hands have freed her breasts and I'm hurting her nipples. Just a bit. Just enough to force the cutest sounds from somewhere deep within her. Sort of a moan that contains an ache. Pain and sex are two completely different things. But they live in the same neighborhood. Her eyes are closed, and her mouth is open. The flush of her cheeks and across her chest telling me to not stop.

Our clothes melt away and we are naked, kneeling on the bed, kissing passionately. Our tongues exploring each other. Then my hand is on her throat. Not quite choking her. But not at all gently either. I force, half throw, her whole body to the side, she lands left shoulder down, still in the bed, and I'm on her. Very aggressively, with sound and fury, I move to her, both hands instantly full of her hair, she grabs my cock and guides it into her mouth.

But this is MY show. I'M Taking this. There is nothing gentle in this right now. She knows the strength in my hands. She understands that sometimes Daddy takes. And this is me, thrusting my cock into her mouth. I swipe away her hand that she was attempting to use to control the depth of my stroke. It immediately raises goose flesh on her arms and back. Her hands are on my thighs. Pulling me into her. Stopping now would be a mistake.

As forceful as I'm being, I'm still in control. It would be a deal breaker if I were to get stupid and make her throw-up in the bed. So, not ALL the way in. I'm being rough. But she's Mine. I'm responsible for her. I can’t hurt her. Well, not too much anyway. And right now, I am full on fucking her mouth. Thrusting and grunting my cock into her. Her eye makeup is a mess. Her saliva is thick and making a puddle on the pillow under her face. She needs a break.

So I scoop her up by the throat again.

So, I scooped her up by the neck, this time with my right hand, and brought her back up to her knees. As I lifted her, her hands slapping the bed, struggling to move and support her weight, in a vain effort to take some of the weight off of her neck. To allow just a little more air into her lungs. I draw her face close to mine. She's a wreck.

She's looking at me. Teary eyes unwavering from mine. Hair matted around her face. Eye makeup a complete disaster. Mostly smeared to her left, all across her face. Mixed with the frothy saliva on her cheek and on her lips. Her head is bent back, her cheeks pushed up, as a direct result of my hand around her throat. She is looking directly at me. Taking her breaths in short shallow gasps. She is up on her knees and relaxed into my grip. Her unsupported weight pressing her throat into my hand. Her arms limp at her sides. Her hands lay where they have fallen. She is willfully broken and utterly mine. I smile into her as I kiss her.

I enjoy her surrender. The taste of her tears. I can taste my cock in her mouth. I move my left hand around to the back of her head and lift her by her throat and hair up into an embrace. She moans as I deepen our kiss. I feel her hands lifting weakly up to my body. Her right finds my cock and pulls it toward her center, her left cradles my balls. There is no other life on Earth. There are no sounds. We are alone in the void. And we never want to leave.

The kiss lasts as long as it needs to. Our naked bodies warm to the touch. Finally, I pull away from her and grin and growl into her, "I love you babygirl." -Meekly she responds, "I love you Daddy." -And with the hand still at her throat, I throw her backward into the bed.

Immediately, again, I am on her. Even as I am closing on her, she is opening her body to me. She knows where I belong. My arms. My knees. My cock. I have no idea how many times I have taken her like this in the last 30 years. Let's just say we know what we're doing by now.

This time again, I am on her, our arms and legs know where to go. Without reaching down I can feel her wetness with my cock. I press my body forward and am enveloped in her hot, wet, embrace. I grin. She gasps. Her orgasm has already started, and it's a difficult fit. But I've been here before.

I've had friends that just couldn't maintain. Either they couldn't stay in, or they lose their shit immediately. I am positive there are folks reading this right now who could attest to this truth. But this is MY home. This is where I belong. And every time I drive into her, I am forcing her flesh to conform to the girth of my cock. Each Fucking thrust into her eliciting its own orgasm. Flooding my balls and our bed with the inexorable truth of her ecstasy. Her total fucking surrender. I have a hand on her opposite shoulder, forearm across her neck. My other hand is on her thigh. And I am thrusting her up and down below me like a fucking sexdoll. My whole body in total control of her. Every part of me forcing her, inside and out, into the shape of my sexual domination over her.

Now, I'm no Adonis sex God. And I'm no passionless pornstar either. This was driving me to the edge as well. Every time I forced my cock into her was driving me closer and closer to the edge. As incredible as it was for her, I wasn't gonna last much longer. And hell, we just got STARTED!! I had to do Something to keep her going without pushing myself over the edge. Ok, let's switch things up.

I pulled back from her and told her to turn around and get on her knees. She looked confused, a bit lost, but was moving without fully comprehending what was going on around her. Still internally convulsing and with ragged breath, she got on all 4s in front of me. Easily I found where I belonged inside her, grabbed her hips and resumed my rhythm.

I'm thinking, ok, I got this. I can do this for a while. But she's relaxing. Regaining her composure, a bit. Even starting to thrust back into me. And I want her to lose her fucking MIND again. My goal is her fugue state. Always. So I shoved a thumb up her ass and grabbed a hand full of hair and started really pushing and pulling her onto my cock again, like a human fleshlight. And that's when she loses it again. Cumming and crying and begging for more, anything more. Now friends. I have the keyboard. I can tell you whatever I want. I can say I fucked her like that for 3 days. But I didn't. And we don't lie to each other. Or about each other. -I lost it. I fucking lost it and exploded inside her. Torqueing on her from both ends, I rode her onto my cock until I had emptied myself completely into her. We were both soaked and sweating. I rolled off of her onto my back and glanced at the clock.

Panting. "Well, that was about 45 minutes. Woof, sorry babygirl." ?????

"It's OK Daddy." She gasps. Weakly patting my chest. "You'll do better next time." ??