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Thanks I can see why you think this way. I mean the beginning was originally going to be another story not about sex. I mean up until the car part was suppose to be part of a fiction story I was going to write. I just added in sex instead of making this a scene of a story. 

“I am desperate for your love. Oh Allister, I am all exposed for you. I must enjoy you, taste you, feel you, and fuck you. I beg you, press your body up against me. I melt every time you touch me. I am so juicy and wet longing for you. I surrender giving myself to you completely. I would do anything. I am here for you pleasure, for you to do whatever you want with me without holding anything back…” I continue.

            I only manage to express just a fragment of how much I need him. If I have to beg anymore I will have to show him with my body. I would kiss him all over caressing his smooth skin. I would cry out as a widow that lost the one she loves the most. I see him smile and it lights up my face. I feel my heart beating out of my chest.  

            In lifting up my skirt he brings himself to a groan before he lowers my hot pink panties. It doesn’t take him long to work his cock into my pussy. I feel his hot cock slamming pitilessly inside of me. I enjoy it more and more with every thrust. I begin moving to the rhythm pacing my hips back and forth.

            In spite of the fact I wish he would continue the man slows down his pace. I catch him staring at the way my boobs bounce in the air each time his body slams against me. It hooks his attention so well it brings him to lean in and bite down on my breast. I squirm in pain from his piercing bite that will no doubt leave a mark. His hands move up my tummy to my chest where he locks my nipples between his fingers. In every push he pulls my boobies up and down.

            Then lifting up his head he throws me a sinister grin before bringing his lips close to mine. I stare into his eyes as his deep breaths brush my lips. In this precious moment he stares straight into my soul as if he’s known me all his life. In one intense pounding our lips just barely touch.

            It overwhelms me when he brings himself to kiss me. I close my eyes taking it all in while kissing him back, out of love and admiration rather than fear. The way our tongues are able to massage each other to the same rhythm is beyond me. I kiss him like there is no tomorrow. It comes to the point that if my hands were free I would be rubbing them all over his soft dark hair. 

             I yelp every time his balls smack against me. I scream out when his rock hard cock slides across my clitoris. This is the most forceful man I ever met, and I love it. I am in awe at the way he brings me to feel helpless. Intense heat flushes through my body once again while my muscles tense. I feel myself losing control as my legs quiver uncontrollably.  

             I panic. It becomes unbelievably hard to breathe. I could swear my heart gave up beating. The sensation of warmth and pleasure start hitting me in waves. In this moment pleasure is an insignificant word that could never describe the feeling encompassing my entire body. It brings my pussy to tighten around his cock. I feel closer to him than ever before.

              Rushes of a devouring fire burn throughout me. I hunger for him more, and more to the point that I can’t even take it anymore. I scream, and moan, and beg. I thrust myself up and down. I feel all the pain and pleasure that comes when he bites down on my neck while still fucking me with the same passion. It almost hurts to know what I have been missing all my life.

              “Allister, Allister, Allister,” I hymn.

              I squirt over and over again over his cock. I squirt so much there is cum spilling out while he is still ramming himself in me. In this moment all that exist is feeling. I feel him, I feel Allister.

              I gain a grip of myself after squirting on him so much his cock his drenched in warm cum. It is enough to drive him to off the edge. I feel his balls contracting to ejaculate. I notice his eyes closing shut while he pushes in a final thrust deep enough to hurt me. His cum spills out over and over again. I don’t want him to stop until every drop of his love is inside of me.

                     It is quite possible Tryp will hate me for this... I got to bite the bullet at some point. I did promise him i would write him something sometime. I hear it is common to write this genre of literature on the forum. It gives him a chance to judge my writing abilities. I might be a bad writer though I bought myself a few books so if that is the case hopefully I will improve. I mean it is hard to judge my writing abilities when only friends and high school teachers read my material. I usually just write fiction or sci-fi rather than realism. This means constructive criticism or comments is welcome. 

WARNING 18+

Read at your own risk. 

Without further ado... This is what I think a night with tryp would go down... 

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A night with Tryptamine 

             I clench my fingers tightly around my dimly lit candlestick. As I walk I can’t help but to stare down into the candle’s soothing flames. I briefly interrupt my gaze to catch a single glimpse of my surroundings through the reflection of a dark window up ahead.

With just one glance I can see him in the distance. With just one glance my heart jumps.

             How could I be so stupid? The light I hold so dearly is no more than a flashing beacon. I shut my eyes trying to hold back the tears threatening to spill. There is nothing on earth could prepare me for whatever he has in store for me. Why can’t I move? Why can’t I run or fight? I’m more helpless than a wounded doe.

“There you are angel,” his voice whispers.

           He slowly moves his way around me until he’s directly in front of me. Wooooh, and just like that he blows my candle out. As the smoke rises, I drop the candle to the ground. He places his hand under my chin slowly lifting my gaze towards his face. His familiar dark hair is the first thing to grab my attention. I melt the second I meet with his warm brown eyes. The very second I’m distracted, he wastes no time in filling the gap between us.

            It scares me to think I would still trust him if I hadn’t seen what he’s capable of for myself.
The images are still freshly embedded in my mind. I never understood the depths of his perversion until earlier tonight. It all happened so fast. The second he heard me scream he came after me. I mean, what did I expect? Did I actually expect him to just let me walk away?

             â€œYou’re not putting up much of a fight,” he taunts.

“Please,” I whisper under my breath.

             â€œHushhh, if you're in luck you might still keep a shred of your precious dignity,” he whispers, placing a finger on my lips.

              Please, I try voicing through my sorrowful eyes. Suddenly I hear an echoing laugh swirl itself around me. Allister then wraps his arms around me pressing his chest up against my frail body. He can feel my surrender and uses this opportunity to pull me over his shoulder. Then he carries me away in the dead of night.

              “Where are we going?” I mumble shyly.

“To my spaceship, obviously,” he sarcastically answers.

                After a while of awkward silence he sets me down in an open shed near a lake dock. Soon after, he turns towards me bearing an eerie smiles.

              â€œYou’re going to kill me now?” I ask shivering in place.

“If you must know… I have better plans..,” he responds.

            â€œWhy not just let me go if you’re not planning on killing me?” I wonder.

“If you want me to cut your tongue out just ask,” he threatens.

I shut my mouth as if to guard my tongue from such a possibility before swallowing and taking a step back. I soon notice he left around the corner of the shed. I use this occasion to glance around the shed.

There, in the corner I spot the shimmer of a small blade. A fishing knife on the wooden stool next to a handful of fishing rods. I casually walk towards the corner attempting to stay as calm as possible. The moment I’m near the wooden stool, I lift up the blade and hold it tightly and discreetly. Just as I am about to smile, I feel a warm breath on my neck.

              â€œReady to go?” the he asks me.

“Almost…” I whisper.

              I grip the blade tight then swiftly swing around to stab him. Unfortunately for me, I stop just before the blade pierces his flesh. The nostalgia for the old memories we shared race through my head and haunt me, turning me soft. The man manages to grab my wrist to then squeeze me so tight I unwillingly drop the blade. The sound of the metal hitting the wooden floor will surely be the last sound I hear. I close my eyes only to open them to the surprising uprising of laughter.

           Behind him I notice a white car that wasn’t there before pulled up in front of the shed. Allister walks away from the shed. I stand still in protest hoping he somehow forgets me.

          “If you can’t keep up, I’ll knock you out and drag you,” he hisses.

           I reluctantly join him in the car that awaits us in front of the shed. In the car, he holds my wrists together. I hear the sound of plastic before feeling him tighten a zip tie around my wrists. I restrain myself from asking any questions in fear of losing my tongue.

            The man’s chilling breath creeps up on my neck. It is enough to send chills running down my spine. I notice a hand softly moving its way to just barely up my skirt taking hold of my inner thigh. The man persists until his fingertips are pushing up against my undies. I rebel against the part of me that wants to give in. I know a part of me wants him to rub his hands all over my wet pussy as fast as he can manage. I back into the seat as far as I can to show a safe hint of resistance.

            “Oh Allister, rape me,” his voice mockingly whispers.

            I turn pale as my heart skips a beat and my stomach fills with butterflies. I recognise the words I once let slips through my naïve lips. It finally registers that he intends to force himself on me. The disturbing thought leads my body to betray me.  

            “I need you inside of me,” he taunts as he take hold of my tied arms.

             I try to force my way out of his tight grip in vain. It doesn’t take me long to recognise that no amount of struggling could save me. I jump as his fingers push their way past my clothing. I slowly deepen my breathing as my pulse rises. I forget to breathe the moment he brushes his index finger against my bare clitoris.

          I glance into his eyes one last time for a final plea. In the gleam of his eyes all I see is a man who wants to tear me apart. I can see his one track mind in his enlarged pupils.  

          “You’re soaking wet little whore,” he says throwing me a Cheshire smile.

           It doesn’t take long for my helpless state to fully sink in. It becomes clear the second he thrusts his other fingers in my mouth over and over again. In every single thrust there is more and more raw force leading him deeper into my throat. I cough when the hits reaching into the back of my throat. I wish I could say it did not bring me shame.

            It escalates as he lowers my top to suck on my soft tender breasts. His thick moist tongue massages my nipples into an erection making my breast take a perkier form. I strain to hold back all the moans on the tip of my tongue. It is unfortunate that this is the only reaction I can seem to control.

             I hear the chiming of his belt unbuckling as if it were music to my ears. It is already obvious that he is hard. It doesn’t stop him from showing me the strength building up inside of him by hitting his cock. It keeps its perfect form even after a blow. I close my eyes to shield myself from further humiliation.

            “Slut, look at what you did to me. I am swelling and throbbing in pain all because of you,” he reproaches.

             Allister’s nostrils flare as if to warn me before he punches into the seat. I maintained eye contact as if I would die if it broke. I become paralyzed unable to lift even a finger in revolt. I tried my hardest to breath though for a moment I couldn’t.

           â€œAre you going to fuck me?” I finally say surprising myself.

“You know it,” he answers licking his lips.

            I am able to break eye contact and my wandering eyes shifts my gaze to his cock. Allister slowly lays me down on the seats. In this position he is able to easily push his cock in my mouth. I am shown little mercy. Allister thrusts himself balls deep into throat. I cough while struggling to breathe. I give in doing my best to please him by circling loops around him with my tongue. I gather saliva and tease his tip. The pressure of blood building up in his cock grows stronger every moment.

            “I’m perverted,” I cry between a gasps for air.

“I know,” he interjects.

            By this point I can’t help but moan over and over. It tingles all over in ways I could have never imagined. Intense heat rises in my cheeks turning my cheeks rosy red. I gasp for air as it gets harder and harder to breath. I grow almost lightheaded only able to moan louder.

            “Not yet,” the man tells me.

             Allister slides his cock out of my mouth dripping my own spit on me. The man teases the contour of my ass by rubbing me with my panties still on. I groan in despair longing for him to fuck me. It would seem he ignores my appeal for his sweet engorged cock. Instead he rubs his chest up against my warm body until I calm down.

          “Beg,” he demands.

           I shoot him a look of concern hoping he won’t subject me to such humiliation. I do want him more than I can put into words. I can just hope my eyes beg for me. I know the longing I have can be seen in my soft brown eyes.

            “Beg,” he says louder.

             â€œI beg, please fuck me. Oh, please I can’t take it. Oh Allister, I need you. I need your cock rubbing up and down inside of me. I beg, please don’t torture me. I need you beyond belief. I need you down in my wet pussy. I am so hungry I need you to feed me. It is so lonely inside my pussy,” I say.

            “Go on, make me believe you need me,” he insists threatening to leave.

 The cum keeps spilling into my pussy producing more cum than I ever thought conceivable. I am so grateful to be able to be left to his mercy. I want to keep going to try for another orgasm. I am such a dirty slut I still want more. I shed a few tears trying my best to prevent any more from spilling. I don’t want to cry over something so silly so I need to compose myself. I need to get a hold of myself.

             â€œWhat’s wrong?” Allister asks after opening his eyes.

“I want… I mean, I need… I need you to fuck me over and over,” I admit.

            “I will, I promise,” he reassures me before resting his head on my tummy.

I smile this time shedding out tears of joy.

             The End.