A Dirty Story

I wrote this quite some time ago. It was inspired after C. asked me to tell him a dirty story when we were in bed together. Unfortunately, I couldn't finish it at the time, so I finished it in the next couple days and sent it to him...warning him that he better make it to the end this time!

A Dirty Story

She slammed the door as she ran outside. The rain drenched her flimsy white dress in a few short seconds. Mud splattered her legs and stained her dress. She should’ve taken the time to put on some shoes, she thought, feeling her feet slipping through the mud. The gate and freedom were just a few steps away now; she just had to reach the gate and she would be safe. She didn’t make it.
He grabbed her around the waist and threw her down into the mud. He was on top of her before she knew it. He could see her breasts pumping up and down as she panted and struggled for her freedom. She stopped fighting the moment she heard his knife open. Click.
The knife was a dark contrast to her fair, muddied skin. He held her hands in one of his above her head and began toying with her, running the sharp steel along the curve of each breast, the hollow of her throat and the side of her face. It was time to get to work.He balanced the knife in the valley between her breasts and slapped her with his free hand.
“Bitch!” he yelled, “Did you really think you’d get away? Do you think I’m that stupid?” He slapped her again for emphasis and the sheer pleasure of feeling the power he wielded over her. “Well?”
“I had to try,” she said, trying to struggle or shift her weight beneath him on the slippery, muddy ground.
The knife slipped a bit and he slapped her before adjusting it. “You sarcastic little whore! I’m not going to take this from you!” He slapped her harder. “I’m going to fuck you right here. That’ll show you who’s in charge around here.” He pulled out a pair of handcuffs and secured her hands. She wouldn’t be getting away any time soon, but to be on the safe side, he ran the knife down her body, savoring the sound of the fabric ripping and her almost silent moans as she felt the point of the knife scratching her skin.
He stopped where her dress had become bunched up around her hips. He could see her filthy, mud-covered soaking wet cunt and bare thighs, goose bumps prominent with the drops of rain pounding against her. She wasn’t going to soon forget the fucking she was about to get. He was so hard and eager to rip her in two with his dick. He shoved the handle of the knife deep into her cunt. Her eyes were wide and wild. She knew it was the knife. Was she bleeding? “Fuck that blade,” he ordered. She was so stunned she didn’t dare move. He slapped her hard, making her teeth rattle. “I told you to fuck the blade and fuck it hard!”
Reluctantly, she moved her hips and he thrust the knife in deeper, just to watch her wince. He took the time to slap her tits and face a few more times. When he undid his pants, his cock immediately popped its head through, eager to find a warm place to shoot his load. The rain makes a good enough lube, he thought to himself.
“Spread your legs, you filthy bitch,” he ordered, forcing her legs wide open. “Your cunt is already full…I think you need to be stuffed in your ass,” He guided his cock into her ass. It went in easily since everything was so wet and slippery. She gasped feeling his cold, hard cock penetrating her so quickly. He was pounding her so hard with his cock and she thought for sure she was being cut with the knife inside her. “Fuck me back, slut!” he yelled. He began shoving the knife in and out of her pussy, in time with his own thrusts. She was a good fuck.
He watched her eyes, her face, full of terror. She had wanted to get away so badly, but he had overwhelmed her. Recalling the last couple minutes combined with the delightful sensation of pounding her ass took him over the edge. He came hard; he had let go of the knife and was squeezing her tits as hard as he could. He thought he heard her crying out in pain. All he knew was her tight ass was clenching his cock tight and it felt wonderful.
For a few minutes they lay panting, their chests heaving against each other. He took the knife out of its warm sheath and put it back in his pocket. He looked at her, almost completely covered in mud and exhausted from struggling. He knew he looked as bedraggled and as filthy as she looked. The rain seemed a lot colder now that he didn’t have a hard-on. “It’s time for a shower,” he said. He gathered her in his arms and they headed inside for some good, clean fun.