"Please stop! Can't we talk about this?!" She pleaded, quickly trying to change the developing situation before it became worse. "Shut your fucking face, Rebecca... such a whiny cunt!" Bill snarled as he shoved Rebecca's face further into the mattress. He grinds her face against the surface, fisting his hand further into her hair. Tangling her blonde locks around his knuckles as he drags his hand down Her sides. Pinning Her with his weight, mashing her breast against the bed, he begins to loosen his belt with his hand. He pays close attention to stay focused as Rebecca squirms and tries to buck Bill from her back. She tries her best to pull her hair from his grip but it does her no good. He slams her face against the mattress again, feeling her head bounce against his knuckles as she yelps.
Once his belt is loosened and undone as well as his pants, he reaches into them grabbing his length and softly strokes himself. Bill feels the pulses of excitement from the situation each time he hears Rebecca whimper and feels her try to shift from beneath him. While he glides his hand up and down his shaft he leans forward. Leaning over Rebecca's back, lowering his lips to her ear as he yanks her head back harshly. "Listen you little bitch, and you better fucking listen well... Don't make me repeat myself!" He grips her hair tighter, twisting his fist as he tugs at her scalp. She lets out an audible breath as her eyes begin to water. The weight of Bill, sitting on the back of her hips causing her a discomfort. Though not as a great a discomfort as the pain he is inflicting on her scalp and emotions. He leans his face closer to her ear, biting the side softly as the words slip right into her ears, "You're a filthy fucking whore... You know it and I know it... You had the nerve to put me in the Goddamned friend zone... And think I'd simply be okay with it?!" Bill shoves his weight against Rebecca's head that time. Her cries muffled into the mattress and surrounding pillows. Muffled "Please" and "Stop" come from her pinned mouth. She can't help but acknowledge the pain within her face from having it pinned against the bed for a bit now.
"The nerve cunts like you have. Just fucking think, you can drag us around... Lead us on?! AND not expect us to want anything? Expect us to be happy that we are zoned and just fucking be okay with it...?" He reaches his hand to Rebecca's hip again as he shifts himself to a straddle. "I am going to fuck your little cunt. I am going to show you what a friend I am!" Bills words trail off into her ear as a hiss while he pulls Rebecca's hair back farther. She feels her face heated and upset with herself. She can't help but wonder how she actually got to this point. Wondering how Bill had even gotten into her home. Rebecca had no clue that Bill had been watching her routines, observing outside her windows, always watching over her. Never with an ill intent though. He wanted to understand things, and be a better friend, and work towards being more... That was until he felt himself become filled with an anger once she tossed him into the dreadful friend zone. Bill never saw it coming, but he wasn't going to let that stop him from getting what he wanted overall.
Bill moves his hand from her hip, sliding it over her bare ass. Gripping and kneading her cheeks. Enjoying the feeling of the soft flesh as he licks his lips. "Mm you have such a nice fucking ass." Rebecca only replies with what begins to become sobs. "Pleaseeee .... Bill don't dooo thiiss!" He finds himself laughing and taking a pleasure in her plea. He jerks her hair back, hearing her cry out in pain. "Nothing you can fucking say will stop me. Are you that stupid of a bitch?" He grabs his cock and begins pressing in her folds from atop of her. Feeling his cock rest right at the entrance to her pussy. The thing he had longed for. Right at the tip of his cock! He felt an excited rush and couldn't hold himself back from the moment as he lunged his hips forward, plunging his shaft into her only slightly moist opening. Feeling himself meet resistance of which he only retracted a bit and then slam his weight. Repeating the process until his balls were resting against her.
"STTTTOOOOPPPPPP, for fucks sakkkkee pleaseeeee!..... Billlll please! .... Please! Please! Please!..... Stop this!.... You're ...going to tear me! .... You're hurting me!"
She writhes below him, as he rests there, enjoying the motion of her body. Not realizing she's only adding to his pleasure while causing herself pain. Rebecca's opening was moist but not ready, she felt every tug of her velvet flesh as he shoved his way into her channel. She kicks her legs as she reaches her arms out. "Are you ready Rebecca? Are you ready to scream for me?" He grins as he withdraws a bit and slams back into her tightness. He grunts feeling his steel length plunge into her little pussy. He feels her channel trying to clamp itself shut, close him off from entry. Trying to push him out as he continues to thrust his rigid shaft within her. "Mm this little cunt is fucking tight!" He grinds his hips against hers feeling his cock burrow. Rebecca squirming still as louder bursts of sobs come from her. She prays for him to be quick and finish. Each thrust of his thickness causes a yelp, a scream, a breathless plea for mercy.
She feels the dreaded sense of her body beginning to lubricate itself. Hoping the whole incident will end soon as she tries to hide her face. "You fucking whore!" Bill begins to laugh as he thrusts harder picking up the pace feeling that sweet proof of her enjoyment to him. "I knew you'd fucking love this!" He grinds himself into her again, swaying his hips slowly before retracting as he presses her face into the mattress. Rebecca reaches and grabs at anything. Only her fingers are just meeting sheets, yet she grabs anyway. Hoping to brace herself. Losing hope this will end the way she wants it too.
Bill begins fucking her opening with more of a vengeance it seems. Focusing all of his frustrations and wants, desires, and needs into her pussy. He lunges forward with all of his weight, throwing everything he has behind each thrust. Rebecca's body appears as a crumpled mess with each plunge as he shoves Rebecca's hips towards her shoulders. He feels his cock throbbing within her cunt, wanting more, wanting to release. Wanting to fill her womb with his deserving seed whether she wanted it or not. "Mmm baby, you feel so fucking good." He pounds harder and faster, grunting with each blow he delivers as she lay there whimpering. He feels the sensation within his balls telling him the time is nearing as he begins quick shallow thrusts! "OHHHHHH FUUCCCCKKKKK YEEEAAAAHH!" he roars as he buries himself deep, releasing his proof of pleasure well into her depths. Holding himself in the position as he moans, and jerks his hips a few more times. Rebecca picks up her sobs again.
Soon Bill releases his grip of her hair and pushes himself off of Rebecca and slides off the bed. He looks over her naked body, lying there limp and used. Watching her gasp for breaths as she wastes them on sobbing. He slowly puts himself back together with a sense of pride knowing he's no longer in the friend zone... Though not sure where he's at in Rebecca's thoughts. Bill just knows he isn't in the friend zone, and he just had the fuck he'd been dreaming of.
"Well ... Rebecca... I need to go, I'd love to stay, trust me. I do hope we can get together soon."
It's been about a week and Bill hasn't heard anything from Rebecca. Not a single word, he hasn't even heard anything from their mutual friends. He was beginning to wonder if she had said anything. He assumes she hasn't given any details if she had mentioned anything. He hasn't heard from the police or anything so that has to be a good sign, right? For Bill's sake it's a good sign. He knows he went a bit far... Okay he knows he more than crossed the line but he honestly didn't care. He was fed up with the way she was always hot and cold with him. The way she would lead him on and once he showed any sign of a mutual interest she would snap back away from him. It always seemed like she enjoyed toying with him. Knowing he would jump. Except that night, that night he took exactly what he wanted and didn't care how it made her feel. Only thing that worries him was the possibility of jail time if she reported it. Bill wasn't sure he could deny it with a straight face. He could barely think about it without getting a slight erection and a grin jumping to his face. So how in the world would he try to defend himself against allegations?!
The real problem was that Bill wanted that feeling again. That power under his fingertips, the muffled sounds and the faint scent of arousal in the air. He only wanted it from one source and in one manner. It could only come from finding his way back near Rebecca...but how? He surely couldn't just go knock on her door and ask to be let in. On the other hand, he could do exactly that. If she denied him entrance he could always just force his way through, then he could also get an idea of what's being going through her mind and what all she's told or hasn't told others. The more he thought of it, the better it had sounded in his head. He just needed to finish his shift at work.
He continued thinking about meeting up with Rebecca again, he even came close to sending her a text message just to see if she would respond. He quickly changed his mind though. Probably wouldn't be a good idea to get her thinking of him if she weren't already. Bill didn't want to spook her or scare her off before he had the chance to surprise her with a visit. He had already decided he was going to have his way again but he hadn't thought about what he would do afterwards. The chances of her not reporting anything a second time would be silly to believe they would be high. That he'd had a strong chance of getting away with it again. Plus, he also had to think of the possibility that she may still report the first time.
He had daydreamed the rest of his shift away without realizing it, he looked down at his watch to see it was time to clock out and leave. He did exactly that, and quickly. He was being in a hurry but he was not about to waste a moment as he left and found his way to his car. He could feel a flutter of excitement as he hopped in and started the engine, a few gear shifts, turns of the wheel and he was on the road heading towards her house. It felt almost like nothing had ever happened. Reminded him of when he would stop by her house after work regularly. He sort of missed that but he would live without it. Where he was now being better than where he used to be. No hope, viewed as more of a toy or an errand boy, a friend to play with but without any benefits just emotional games.
He turned onto her street and could feel the stirring begin the close he drove to her house. Rebecca's car was in the driveway which is a good sign she's home, and he doesn't appear anyone else is there. Unless a neighbor or someone she brought home with her is inside. That's very unlikely though, Bill knew she didn't like people in her home much unless they were close friends. Regardless it was a good sign for him as he slowed down and parked against the curb out front of her home. Bill gave himself a quick look in the visor mirror, starting to feel slightly nervous. Even though he had already taken what he wanted from her before, and were planning to do so again. It didn't change the fact that he was beyond attracted to her, or that she visually presses all of his buttons with ease. Bill rubbed his face with several deep breaths trying to get his thoughts together so that he didn't seem to appear flustered or frazzled. He wanted to be in control and able to think clearly and watch her expressions and gauge her thoughts. He wouldn't be able to that otherwise.
"Well... Let's do this." He took in a breath and composed himself as he opened the driver side door and stepped out. Shutting it softly behind he stepped on the sidewalk and headed towards her door, cutting across the grass of her lawn a bit. She hates it when people do that but he couldn't help it, it always made him laugh. He knew if she could see him that she'd be cursing him inside her head for doing it and not using the walkway. Several more paces and he was in front of her door. The nervous feeling rattled around his gut as he knocked firmly on her door. A few moments passed and there was no answer so he knocked again. He glanced down at the door knob, tempted to reach to check if it were locked. Just as he lifted his hand to reach for it, the door had swung opened. He quickly pulled his hand back and stuffed it into his pocket and looked up with a smile.
There was she was again. Her blonde hair was still as gorgeous as ever as well as her eyes. Even though they currently display a shock and puzzlement to Bill. He still found them to be amazing and the expression and the sudden lack of color in her face causing a heat in his loins. He quickly waved his hand and pressed it back into its pocket, "Hey Rebecca." She appeared to have been in the middle of a phone call while she stared at him. Shaking her head as if try to dislodge something she told the person on the other end she had unexpected company and would have to call them back later, and hung up. "What are you doing here, Bill?" She folded her arms while still holding the phone, giving him a bit of a scowl.
"Are you going to invite me in?"
"Again... What are you doing here? What do you want?"
"I just wanted to talk... We kind of left off on a bad note, no?"
"A bad note... Kinda? Are you kidding me?!"
"C'mon, Rebecca! You can't say you didn't enjoy it. Not even a little bit? Seriously, I just want to talk, let me in so we can discuss it privately? Please?"
"Fine!... Then you'll need to leave."
She hesitantly moved from within the doorway, allowing him to step through. Shutting the door behind him, she gestured towards the couch with a bit of agitation in her body language. Perhaps she was a bit more upset than he had previously thought. It was hard for him to think at the moment though, he had planned to actually try to have a bit of conversation before going further into his plans but she was wearing the perfect outfit in his opinion. Which only sped his mind into overdrive with thoughts and just as her agitation appeared to increase with every sharp stare at him. He walked to the couch and took a seat, and sat back watching her smooth legs move with ease. They extended from a short denim skirt. He wondered what exactly rested under it, he had gotten himself caught up in thoughts of bending her over the couch and finding out that he couldn't even hear her talking for a moment.
She snapped her fingers repeatedly, "Biiilllll, are you even listening to me?" She crossed the room and took a seat at the other end of the couch. "Are you even sorry?" She asked. Bill had assumed that she was referring to their last encounter. Was he sorry... He leaned forward, resting his arms on his thighs while looking at her, "Yes." She took in a breath of relief and raised her hand to her chest. Which of course brought Bill's attention to her chest as well, he admired the little tank top she wore and was close to envying it. "I'm glad to hear that Bill, that makes me feel a bit better, it doesn't change anything though." She was quick to insert that last bit. Not that Bill expected him saying 'Yes' to change a thing. Bill stood up and grinned, "Let me be a little clearer... I am sorry, I do feel sorry... But it has nothing to do with what I did, it has to do with what I didn't do." She quickly leaned up with an expression of confusion of question. "What exactly do you mean, what the fuck do you mean you feel sorry about what you didn't do!?"
The tufts of her blonde hair laid perfectly on her shoulders, screaming out to bill to be grabbed by him. She continued rambling on in frustration at him while he watched her lips move about. He moved towards her and grabbed a handful of her hair before she could react and yanked her forward from the couch and to her knees. "DAMMIT, What the hell Bill?" She reached her hands to his and tried to pry his grip from her hair. She'd need a crowbar in order to break the seal he has around her hair though. "Let me go!" He shrugged it off with a laugh, "You dumb bitch, what did you expect to happen? Why the hell would you even let me in a second time. I had expected you to shut the door in my face, any woman with sense would have done so." He reached down with his free hand and gripped her jaw firmly. "And when I had said I was sorry for what I hadn't done, I meant I was sorry I didn't enjoy this little fucking mouth you have here." He released her mouth and reach to his pants and began to unfasten them and letting them drop to the floor along with his boxers.
He stood there with her hair gripped in his hand with no hopes of getting loose unless she were to cut her way free. His cock stood in her face erect and ready to part her full lips. "I'm not doing this, Bill! Have you really lost it?!" She tried to turn her face away but was quickly yanked back to focus on what was in front of her. "Open your mouth, or I'll open it for you... Your choice... I'd suggest you make it easier on yourself." He grinned in such a warm manner that it was unsettling. She had chosen to go the easier route, unsure of what exactly the other would hold and not sure of what bill is capable of. She slowly opened her mouth as the tears began to well up in her eyes, slightly distorting her vision as she tried to hold them back. "Very good, Rebecca." Bill grabbed another handful of hair as he pulled her head closer to him, his cock throbbed with excitement and twitches a few times the closer her mouth had gotten.
Once she had blinked several tears rolled down her face which caused him a stronger need to shove his length into her mouth. That visual caused him to ache with need as he yanked her mouth onto his cock and thrusted his hips inward of her face. Her eyes shot wide open with surprise and panic as she quickly gagged. He kept her face pulled tightly against his rigid cock by the handfuls of hair, using them as reins. He ground his pelvis against her mouth while her tongue thrashed against his pulsing flesh. Feeling her throat tickle at the head of his penis. "Mm now this is how your mouth should keep my attention. Too much talking before." He pushes her mouth away slightly as he retracted his hips. He gave a few minor thrusts before pulling her mouth completely back onto his length before starting to thrust at a semi regular pace. Her tongue darted around his cock trying to find a place to move, to try to make more room. She was trying to find a way to lessen her gag somehow. She was trying anything, each gag she felt him pulse within her mouth. With each gag he moaned, each flick of her frantic tongue caused his groin to stir even more.
She moved her hands to his thighs, bill was unsure if she were going to try to push away or if she were bracing herself. Either way he didn't care as he plunged his cock between her lips with each brutal pull of her head. With each one he could feel the shift of her scalp under his fingers as she cried out against his member. Each vibration was quickly throwing him near the edge. He was hoping to have lasted longer, to fully enjoy and savor her mouth but it seemed that it would be short-lived. His thrusts quickened as did his breath. Each one cut short with a grunt as he jerked her mouth around him harder and faster. He could feel the impending orgasm brewing within his sack as he looked down at her. "Fuck... Fuck your mouth is amazing." The glare she had given him was enough to push him over the edge, plummeting into her mouth nearly dropping to his knees as her screams were stifled by his load being forced into the back of her throat. He continued thrusting, making sure her mouth milked every drop from him before he shoved her head away causing her to fall backwards.
She gasped and heaved while clutching her throat. He was satisfied for now. But what happens when he's ready for more? When he needs more? He couldn't help but wonder and he knew he couldn't exactly let her just go free after this time. He snapped his fingers at her while he reached for his pants from his ankles. "Don't be so dramatic, Rebecca. Go grab some of your clothes and leave your phone here, you're coming with me. Let's not make a big deal out of this, just listen to me." He pulled his pants up, fastening them as he nodded to Rebecca to get moving. She slowly climbed the way up the couch and to her feet and went to her room and began to pack a small bag while Bill watched casually from outside the door. "Well this solves what to do with her partially..." It didn't take long for her to toss some stuff in a bag while crying and return to the door where he stood. Grabbing the bag, Bill led her to the door and escorted her to the car helping her into the seat and tossing the back into the back of the car. "Next stop is your new home."
