First Story

UnderTheStairs

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I wrote this for someone, but I thought I'd post it here for the hell of it. Gulp.



The memories from last night return you slowly as you awaken. Your head is pound, your mouth is dry and it takes you a moment to realize the dull pains in certain spots....

Your mom waited until the Wolf arrived before leaving you with him. It was all very confusing to you, but you were excited for your weekend alone with the Wolf. After all, the games the two of you play can be so much fun, even if they make you feel so wrong.

"Mommy has to go take care of her Mommy," she said. You didn't understand -- Mommy's take care of their children and not the other way around -- but you didn't argue.

Sadness may have crept across your face and inspired the Wolf to act. "It's okay. I'll take care of you, Tori," he said, flashing his razor sharp teeth and touching your hair innocently, the way he always did when Mom was around.

Mom had left and the Wolf sat at the table with a glass bottle full of brown liquid. "Come here, Tori," he said, pouring it into two small glass. "Drink with me."

You listened, like you almost always do, and when you grimaced after drinking the small amount of poorly flavored brown water, the Wolf just laughed.

"Another," he said. The blood rushed to your head. You felt warm and fuzzy.

You and the Wolf sat. He kept drinking small amounts of the brown water and told you to have some every other time. You listened. You felt warmer and fuzzier and it was getting hard for you to move or to make words. The Wolf told you some war stories, which he almost always never did, and it made you feel good, even though he laughed when you tried to talk.

During the conversation you moved to the Wolf's lap and he stroked your hair, then your ears, then your neck, and then he moved lower. When you started to moan, the Wolf asked, "Do you like that, my little slut?"

"What's a slut?" you slurred, not realizing that you were pressing your body into his touch and that the spot between your legs was getting moist.

He unbuttoned your jeans and slid his hand down to the moistness. A low groan emanated from your mouth.

He moved his hand slowly at first.

"Remember when you played with my thing in the shower?" he asked. "Did you like it?"

Mhm, you managed.

"Girls that like that are sluts."

"I'm a slut," you moaned, extending the last word of the sentence.

"Do you want to play with it again?

Mhm.

The Wolf lifted you effortlessly off of his lap and placed you on your knees on the floor in front of him. When he unzipped his pants and pulled them down, the soft, squishy thing was inches from your face. When you reached to touch it, he angrily slapped your hand away.

"We say please, don't we?" he said.

"Please, let me touch it," you slurred.

"Go ahead."

You reached out and begin stroking the thing, viewing it with awe in your eyes. It grew bigger and soon you used to hands.
"Put it in your mouth," the Wolf said. You obliged.

The Wolf let you bob your head clumsily up and down on his hard thing before he took control, taking your ponytail in his hand and guiding your mouth. He was gentle at first, moving you slowly and not to far, but then he got aggressive. Soon he was pounding it into the back of your mouth, deep down your throat and sometimes holding you there. You heard him use the word "slut" again and you also learned a new one: "whore."

Eventually he yanked by your hair up from the floor and demanded that you remove all of your clothing. Was that anger you heard? You complied with his instructions, stumbling over yourself slightly. When you were complete, he grabbed your hair again and forced your torso over the table.

You felt it enter you and moaned, but it didn't last. He wasn't gentle. He was rough and hard. His hand kept coming down on your ass, he squeezed you, pulled your hair, and pt his hand around your neck. You tried to grasp the table, then the backs of his legs to cope with the pain. It didn't work and you were soon screaming.

Then he stopped. He held you down, so you couldn't see what was happening, but then he did it again, except in the other hole. Rough and hard. He grabbed you even more aggressively and you screamed more loudly. But you didn't dislike it, and you were proud that you were making him make those strange noises again.

Then he stopped abruptly, pulled you to your knees, put it back in your mouth and you felt the warm, salty, thick liquid spill down the back of your throat. That was the last thing you remembered.
 
This forum is more properly for writers seeking feedback on stories posted at the site. Otherwise people would post all kinds of stuff here that violates the rules. I did a quick skim of your story -- it seems well written, but I don't like the "you" construct, so I didn't read it. I hope your friend enjoyed it, though.
 
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