Complimentary story to /2026/05/story-50853
Today I visited the panties of Trish, a CNC aficionado. I pulled the panties from their plastic bag. Delicious! They are yellow panties with tiny red hearts. If you don’t know, ground coffee beans resets your smell sensors. If you go into a perfume shop they allow you to smell coffee grounds in between fragrances. It’s an old trick that I use to indulge in appreciating my panty collection.
Trish was a small blond woman with a thin athletic build. She wore her dirty blond hair past her shoulders and scorched the earth when it came to grooming her tiny pussy. Everything in her crotch was shaved and bleached. Her lips and asshole were pristine. Her nipples were pink, like the erasers on No. 2 pencils.
She was a 35 year old hottie and I was a 22 year old college student. A was an amateur when it came to her CNC likes and dislikes. She became my entry into the CNC fetish and she introduced me to the lifestyle. Our safe word was Morphius. I guess because we both liked The Matrix.
With Trish it started off innocently enough. I had heard that there was a bar in town where older women went to catch younger men. The name of the bar was Panama J’s in the Belmont Shore part of Long Beach. It was a great place! It was an unspoken methodology at the place. A young man would show up and hang out at the bar. Then a mature women would swing by and either start to chat or ask you to dance. If they liked you then they would take you to a stand up table and hungrily grab at you, take you to their car or take you home.
I was a dancer and a whore, not literally, I just liked to fuck. The problem with these women was that they were also whores. They had more miles on them than a city bus. Righty tighty they were not. But, their sex still made me come and being adored by a mature woman has always been a fetish of mine.
Anyhow, Trish was an absolute stunner. She was an attorney and she headed a very powerful firm in Long Beach. If you are from Southern California/ Los Angeles county then you might have seen her commercial – it was the one with her and her boss standing in front of her firm’s associates.
She clung on to me from day one. The drill was, a man goes to PJ’s lands a lady, she gets him drunk, they fuck, and they go their own separate ways. A quick wham, bam, and thank you mam! No, Trish clung to me like a strip of Velcro. She asked me to dance, we got drunk and then we went back to her place up a short distance away in Belmont Heights.
Her place was nice! It was a huge house with the open floor plan bottom floor with tan walls and dark wood flooring and accents. The second floor with a landing and multiple bedrooms, and a patio on her roof. That night I fucked her on every floor and her roof. At first she put up a fight and tried to tell me what to do. I did for a few minutes but then I got irritated and took charge. I guess it was that dynamic that made her fall for me. Because from that day forward I was her number two fast dial, her mother was number one. Her shrink was number three.
We were equals when we were out in public. She gave me a credit card and demanded that I pay for our meals with the card. She liked the facade of me being her equal but in private she was the boss but only outside of the bedroom.
One day, we were making out and I tore off her blouse and pulled down her skirt. I was having a hard time taking off her pencil skirt and so I ordered her to stand up and turn around. In a baby voice she asked me if I was going to fuck her. I replied yes in a very aggressive manner and once I pulled her skirt and panties off she said in the same baby voice, Oh no! Please don’t hurt me I’ll do anything you want. Half in jest I said, I want you to shut the fuck up and I covered her mouth with one hand, pulled her body back to me with the other hand on her shoulder and I rammed my dick deep into her wet pussy. I don’t know what came over me but I over powered her, slapped her ass, and kept her gagged through out most of the fuck.
I felt her come more than a few times and when I removed my hand from her mouth she yelled out, “OH FUCK!” As her body twitched and spasmed uncontrollably. That was now the high water mark.
Afterwards, she composed herself and went to take a shower. She came out with a huge smile on her face and said she wanted me to rape her. Rape you?, I asked. Yes she said, I want you to act like you are an intruder and rape me! I want you to forcefully use and abuse me. I came so hard today and I want more!
She came up with our safe word and from that day forward we practiced CNC more than regular sex. I would approach with BDSM but she came hard anytime I would sporadically tear off her clothes and fuck her while she squirmed trying to get away. Afterwards, she would laugh and adore me with kisses and hugs.
She would go up to her bedroom while we watched tv and I would let time go by and walk up to her room. I would slap her around and manhandle her. Sometimes I would rip off her PJ’s, sometimes I would bring in a fake knife (the kind that has the retractable plastic blade), sometimes I would wear a mask, and sometimes I would fuck her asshole while pulling her hair as she pleaded that I leave her asshole alone. It seems the more violent I got the hornier she got. She wanted more and more and I wasn’t one to disappoint. She always had a great time and be very affectionate the next day. The more aggressive the session the happier she was the following day.
One night she asked me to take it up a level and sneak into her house while she slept and act out an actual rape while she resisted. She instructed me to get creative. So I did.
A few weeks went by and we maintained our relationship. I even stopped being rough with her in our sex. I was very caring and I built up how much I loved her and how much I would protect her if anything happened to her.
Then it happened, it was showtime. Starting many weeks prior I told Trish that I was going on a trip to Vegas with my fraternity brothers. I offered to have her come with us but she declined because she was working on a huge case and her associates were driving her crazy. She was definitely overwhelmed by her work.
A few nights after allegedly leaving for Vegas I snuck into her house. I wore a black outfit from head to toes, a ski mask, gloves, goggles, and a helmet with a go pro. I entered her room quietly. I made sure she was sleeping and pulled the blanket off of her. She wore an old Tshirt and yellow panties with tiny red hearts on them. I brought some hand cuffs. I slipped one on her wrist and as I was locking the second loop on her other wrist she woke up. Her eyes were as big as the moon. I cupped my hand over her mouth and said, shut the fuck up bitch. One wrong move and I will end you. The more you cooperate the easier it will be for the both of us. I placed some painters tape diagonal on her lips- enough to maintain the illusion yet brittle enough for her to tear it apart and say the safe word, if need be.
I pulled a switch blade from my pocket and cut her top off. I rubbed the blade on her face and told her I would cut off her tongue out if she screamed. No, no, she whispered. I rubbed the blunt side of the blade on her tits, nipples, and stomach. I turned on her bedside lamp and noticed that her panties were drenched. I pulled them off and demanded that she open up her legs so that I could see her pussy. She shook her head no and so I slapped her. She began to cry and so I slapped her tit. I slapped her tit harder than I had slapped her face and I saw her pussy flood. I cleaned it off with her panties.
I smacked her pussy a few times and watched as her fluids rained into the air. I said, Oh you’re a good girl. Nice and wet for your daddy. I slapped her pussy harder than before and punched her lightly on her ribs. It was something that I had learned while away from her. I light punch with knuckles to the meat between the ribs is a hit that feels hard yet requires very little energy. She winced. And called me an asshole as her legs opened to showcase her beautiful pussy.
I pulled at her hair and saw the love/ fear in her eyes and I kissed her lips and said, get ready you stupid bitch. You are gonna get fucked into oblivion tonight. With that, I pulled down my pants and started ramming my dick into her. Every once in a while I would hear her whimper and I would slap a different part of her body, her tits, her thighs, her face or I would just pull at her hair. Stop you asshole, she would say. It turned me on to have her in this position. I was getting into it so much that I was cursing up a storm.
You like it dont you? You whore. Your pussy is so wet you bitch. You like a big dick inside you don’t you? I said to her, I’m gonna come. I’m gonna come inside of you. I’m gonna get you pregnant and every time you see your baby’s face you are gonna see my face you stupid cunt. Get ready! Then I came – not inside of her but across her whole tummy, I rubbed my finger through the come and I stuck it into her mouth through the space at the corners of her mouth. I rubbed my hand through my come and then slapped her across the face. I turned her around and propped her on her knees with her ass up in the air.
“Yo, Rob”, I called out, come check out this sweet ass!
The comedy was that Rob is my name. My fraternity brother walked in dressed like my twin and with his dick out of his pants. Oh, that’s is a sweet ass!, he said. He came over and lifted her face in the air and we saw the tears running down her cheeks.
I’m gonna eat that ass said Rob. I moved away from her ass and walked to her head. I tore the tape off her mouth and she pleaded, No please! No!
I stuck my dick in her mouth as I watched Rob eat out her asshole. I pushed my dick into her throat and pulled it out as she said “Rob, stop licking my ass!”. I slapped her hard across the face and said, it’s sir to you bitch!! She whispered, Sir please stop eating my ass.
Rob got on his knees and stuck his dick into Trish’s cunt. He pounded that pussy for a few minutes and then grabbed her hair and pulled back and I plunged my dick into her mouth and throat. Holy fuck lady, I said, you truly are a throat goat.
Rob slapped Trish’s ass hard and I felt it on my dick. I came down her throat and had her lick my come off my shaft. That’s a good girl, I said, you see the more you cooperate the less likely we are going to end you!”
Let’s trade places, I said to Rob. Do you want her on her back or on her knees?, asked Rob. On her knees, I said, I’m gonna fuck the shit out of her. “Great!”, said Rob, I’m gonna unload all this jizz into her mouth.
Trish cried and wiggled and whispered, no please, not my ass. I slapped her ass hard and told her to shut the fuck up. I slapped her ass harder and noticed my hand print on her cheek. This motivated me to slap harder. Trish jumped from her knees and said that’s too hard. Please don’t hurt me. Rob smacked her head and told her to shut the fuck up. He grabbed her titty and told her he was going to rip it off if she didn’t shut up.
I walked to the dresser and pulled out the lube. I put a shit load on my dick and in her ass. Then I stuck my dick into her ass. I pushed it in slowly and told her to enjoy every fucken inch. I reached my limit and I could feel her asshole spazzing. I fucked her ass slow and progressively got faster. By this time Rob had pulled Trish’s head up by her hair and started slapping her face. You better make me come you whore. If you don’t then I’m going to beat the shit out of you!
I was now pounding her ass and after a short while I came into her bowels. My dick was throbbing watching Rob force his dick down Trish’s throat. I saw him buckle a few times and then relax. I’m sure he came deep in her throat.
I told him to step away and he did. I hugged Trish and rolled her onto me as I rolled onto my back while she remained impaled on my dick. I placed my arms under the back side of her knees and rocked back and forward so that my dick would pump in her ass.
Rob got the context clues and stuck his dick into her pussy. Rob licked her toes as we both pumped our dicks into her. I’m gonna kill you I said to Trish, I’m gonna cut your face and stab you in the heart. We continued to do Trish. She tried to break free from us and wrapped my arm around her neck and Rob punched her in the gut.
We felt her body tremble and then convulse. She yelled out, Oh Fuck!, and then her body went limp. I came and then Rob came and we worked our dick out of her. Rob put away his dick and asked, is she going to be ok? Yeah, I answered, she’s ok, she never used our safe word.
I Undid the cuffs and turned off the camera. I made sure Trish was alive. I slapped her a few times and she whispered “Morpheus”.
Rob and I left and I went over the next day and Trish was renewed. She has pep in her step, she hugged and kissed me, and said thank you. She kissed me and her eyes began to have tears. You’re the best, she said while crying, thank you!
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