Dirty Erotic Oneshots

who said a sonnet is fourteen lines? Who can really say what justifies a fantasy?

So here she was. The wet-haired girl in front of him was spluttering and gasping. Her front was soaked. He could see goose bumps on her smooth skin. That small bruise on her leg was forgotten. She closed her eyes. She was exhausted. 

She had said stop in a hundred ways, but had never once said she took it back. She was his to do with as he pleased.

He untied her and let her recover for a while, her limbs spasming as life returned to them. He pulled her clothes off. She gazed up at him, relieved the water had stopped. She had not properly feared for her life, but the sensation of water up her nose had been pretty horrible. She felt almost drunk. 

'Take off your clothes.' He said.

By now she was almost relieved to get out of them. They were heavy and cold, and her aching limbs struggled to get them off. By the time she got down to her underwear she was shaking, but some of her strength had returned.

'Fuck you.' She muttered. She had called him every name under the sun, but now mainly stuck with the conventional ones. 'You're a fucking psycho.'

'Take them off.'

She realized it was the first time she would be naked in front of him. He was still fully clothed. She glanced up at him for an instant. How old was he? What did he do when he wasn't abducting girls from bus-stops and making their nightmares come true?

He came over to her. She flinched. She was still in a pile on the floor, her sodden clothes strewn around her. He ran his fingers lightly along the rope-marks on her arms. She shivered, in a different way to the cold. Softly, he reached around her and unhooked her bra. He pulled it off her arms, then pushed her gently onto her back and pulled down her knickers, following his hands with his mouth, not touching her but just so she could feel the breath on her skin. She moved her feet to allow him to take her pants off. She hoped momentarily that he didn't look too closely at them: him thinking she'd been wet would have been the ultimate embarrassment at that moment. She began to blush again. 

Then she kicked him in the face as hard as she could.

There was a moment of utter stillness. She could have sprinted to the door, but she just sat and stared at what she'd done. The door would have been locked anyway.

He staggered to his feet. A small, bright bit of blood showed on the side of his mouth. 

'Oh kiddo.' He said, smiling a smile that made her suddenly feel very nervous. 'You shouldn't have done that.'

'I'm sorry.' She said, edging away across the floor. 'I didn't mean to.'

Her eyes were incredibly wide, and her lower lip was trembling. She suddenly looked very naked. He stared down at her.

And noticed her right hand edging towards the leg of the chair in the corner.

'I won't do it again.' She said weakly. 

'You're right on that one.'

He predicted it before she did it this time. When she grabbed the leg of the chair and slid it as hard as she could across the floor towards him, he knocked it out of the way easily.

'Alright, you little whore.' He said. 'Enough of playtime.'

He dragged her to her feet and pushed her up against the wall. She struggled violently. He pulled a plastic tie out of his pocket and tried to loop it around her wrists, pulling her arms behind her back again. She squirmed and cried out, feeling his body pressing her into the wall. It was the first time she had felt so much of him against her. Did he have an erection?

She jerked her wrists away, trying to escape the looped plastic. Roughly, he pulled her around, keeping her arms pinned together behind her back. He shoved a loose black hood over her head and managed to get the tie tight around her wrist. She made small angry noises but was either too weak or too aroused to stop him. 

He slapped her squarely in the face. The hood stopped her from seeing it coming. The noises stopped.

He pushed her away from him, turning her around. She stumbled backwards, up against the wall. She stood there nervously, moving her head around blindly in the blackness of the hood. She took a few tentative steps to the left and he grabbed her bound wrists and dragged her back against him. His cock was hard, she could feel it.

He grabbed her neck with one hand and ran his hand roughly up and down her naked body with the other. Her skin glowed as she arched and struggled under his touch.

He moved his hand down to her pussy and stuck two fingers roughly inside her.

'I bet you're used to guys treating you like a fucking princess.' He hissed into her ear. She gasped. She couldn't help it. He pressed against her g-spot hard, and she gave a desperate small moan. 'There we go.' He muttered. 'You're a fucking little slut. You've always wanted a guy to own your ass. Tell me I fucking own you.'

She moaned again.

He tried to stick a finger in her ass.

'Stop!' She shrieked, but he'd already stopped. 

'Who'd have thought.' He laughed. 'Miss hardcore-drug-taker is scared of taking it up the arse.'

She was silent.

'Ha. We'll save that for later.' He laughed. 

He stopped finger-fucking her and bent her over roughly. He unzipped his trousers and pulled out his dick. He rubbed the tip of it against her wet opening, grabbing her arse with both hands. She pushed back against him, trying to get him inside her.

'Tell me I own you.' He said. She was on her tiptoes, pressing herself back against him.

'Youfuckingownme!' 

'That'll do for now.'

He thrust inside her, filling her completely. She cried out. He was bigger than she was used to.

But one thrust was all she got.

'Alright.' He said. 'Now back to that chair that you liked so much.'

He ripped the hood off her head, and grabbed her by the hair, making her eyes water. He pulled her over to the chair, setting it on its feet. He said down and in one swift movement pulled her over his knee.

'Noooooo!' She was pleading, not demanding.

'Oh, I think so.'

'What are you going to do?!'

'Come on, baby. You're not that dumb.'

Her naked body was spread helplessly over his knee, hands still tied behind her back, ass completely exposed. 

'You can't!'

'Now.' He said. 'Is it a good idea to be telling me what I can and can't do right now?'

'Fuck you!'

He put his hand on her ass. He didn't hit her, just touched her skin. She suddenly went completely still and rigid.  b d s m ( ii )

 

'It hurts more if you tense up.' He said. 'Your loss.'

He started spanking her hard, one hand on the small of her back to keep her in place. 

'Nooooo!'

'For fuck's sake. I can see I'm going to have to gag you.'

He picked her underwear up off the floor. He rubbed it between her legs, then reached down and thrust it into her protesting mouth.

'If that comes out, you're fucking dead.'

He began spanking her again, even harder. She started kicking after only a couple of minutes.

'You've got a shit pain tolerance for someone with so many Marquis de Sade-worthy fantasies.' He said.

'What the fuck!' She said through the beginning of tears. She had spat out the underwear. 'What are you fucking talking about?!'

'And a shit vocabulary for someone who studies English.' He said.

'You fucking swear more than I do!'

'Aw, is it not fair?' He said patronizingly. 'Is it not fair that you're over my knee, getting spanked like a naughty little girl?'

Before she had time to reply he had thrown her off his lap onto the floor. She collapsed onto it in a painful pile. He grabbed the underwear and walked over to her. 

Her eyes were smudged with make-up. A strand of her hair was plastered to her sweaty cheek. He reached down and grabbed her face hard.

He shoved the underwear in her face.

'I know this is very hard for you to understand, since you're clearly far more fucking retarded than previously assumed, but I told you to keep these in. In fact, I threatened to kill you if you didn't. We'll assume I was being metaphorical just this once, you dumb slut.'

He let go of her. She opened her mouth expectantly.

'No, you've lost your chance.' He said. 'You're getting something else in that stupid mouth of yours. Clearly it's good for fuck-all else.'

He grabbed the back of her head and shoved his dick deep into her mouth. He pressed it hard into the back of her throat, making her choke and her eyes water. 

'Look up at me while you choke on my fucking cock.'

She gazed up at him, the picture of humiliation. He spat down into her eye. 

Momentarily blinded, she gagged violently as he thrust his dick even further into her mouth.

He fucked her face roughly. Then he noticed her hand. It was between her legs.

'What is wrong with you?!' He slapped her face, hard. 'Do you not understand what's going on here? I can see we have a lot to go through. But that's enough for today. Don't want you getting too excited. It's not even Stockholm Syndrome. You're just a fucking little whore.'

He grabbed her by the neck, pulling her to her feet. He pushed her up against the wall. Her feet dangled above the floor. Within a matter of seconds, her vision began to splinter into blackness and she could feel herself slipping into darkness. 

'Please!' She tried to shout, but only a small croak came out.

When she came to, she was already tied up. 

She was on a bare mattress on the floor, with no cover. Her arms and legs were stretched out into the four corners. He had made her put on a white shirt, like a piece of school uniform. It had two front pockets, and into these he had put two small vibrating bullets. The tight shirt pressed them against her nipples. The skirt he had put her in was up around her waist from her squirming. Her pussy was completely exposed; her legs stretched wide open, completely vulnerable.