Pulled Over Pt. 02
This is a continuation of Pulled Over. That story was in the gay male category. Be aware that, while this story is about a heterosexual encounter, non-consentual gay sex is heavily referenced and informs pretty much every part of the narrative.
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It has been three weeks since that night out on Rt 17. Three weeks since I sat in the front seat of that car and masturbated while I watched Scott get raped. Since I had the most explosive orgasm of my life as my boyfriend rained cum down on the windshield of our car as some cop fucked his ass.
Some things about that night are a blur. I barely remember the party. I certainly don't remember what we were talking about when the cop first turned on his lights and pulled us over. Pulling down my dress to show the cop my breasts, Scott getting out of the car, Scott telling the cop what he was willing to do, my hand drifting down to my wet pussy...these moments are all a blur.
But there are other moments where I remember everything. Scott first sucking that massive cock head into his mouth. The strand of seamen linking his quivering lips to that pulsing piece of meat. The cop massaging lube onto his angry red cock. Preparing it. The look on Scott's face when the cop worked himself inside. That sound Scott made when he started pumping out more cum than I'd ever seen before in my life. The way he looked when he was left there panting on the hood, cum dripping from his abused body.
And I remember the way I came. The absolutely explosive way I came when I knew that cop was unloading himself inside Scott's ass. The way I soaked the front seat of the car with my orgasm.
Since that night things have been difficult. Strained. Scott won't talk about what happened. Any time I've tried to bring it up it's like a wall comes down between us. In some ways, things are like they've always been. We go to work. We have dinner with friends. But in other ways, everything is different. The house is quieter. We don't talk like we used to. He often seems distant. Lost in himself. He's always kept himself fit, but lately it seems like he's at the gym every day. Like he's avoiding coming home. We still sleep in the same bed, but... we haven't had sex since that night. I've given those little signs that I'd like to, but...he always turns away. I understand that he's been traumatized. That he's been through and ordeal. But I have to admit that it's started to make me insecure. Unwanted. It doesn't help that when I lie there, untouched, I can't help but see it in my mind. Him with a cock buried in his ass. Him with that look of ecstasy on his face. Him firing volley after volley of cum all over the car in front of him. I know he loves me but, deep down inside, is that what he wants?
While his sex drive seems to have crashed after the event mine, if I'm being honest, has done quite the opposite. I'm horny all the time. I masturbate everyday. My mind keeps wandering back to that night and I feel myself getting flushed. Getting aroused. I'm embarrassed to admit it, but seldom a day goes by where I don't find myself in our bed, with my legs spread, furiously working my clit while I think back to that night. To exposing myself to that cop. Pinching my nipples for him. To watching Scott suck his cock. Watching him get fucked. And, again if I'm being honest, I fantasize. I fantasize about Scott begging for it. Begging to get fucked like he never did in real life. Begging for his rapist's cum.
I also fantasize about the night having gone the other way. About me being the one on that hood. My legs spread. My wet pussy lewdly on display. About him sliding that big cock into my drooling hole. Using me like his slut. His whore. Feeling him stretching me while Scott is the one jerking off and watching. Watching me get fucked by another man. Watching me cum on another man's cock. Watching that man pump his load deep inside me.
How would he take it? Would he still love me after? Would he feel this mix of jealousy and shame and arousal that I do? Would any of that matter in the moment or would he just stroke himself until his cum rained down on me? My own boyfriend releasing all over me while another man fills me with shot after shot of his cum.
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It's Thursday evening. I've just gotten out of the shower and am looking at myself in the full length mirror. My perky breasts. My lean stomach. I allow a hand to go down, my fingers trailing through my short well kept pubic hair to rest just above my clit. I start to move them in gentle circles, enjoying the sensation. I'm just wondering if I have time to lie on the bed and make myself cum when I hear Scott's car pulling into the driveway. I pull my hand away and resume drying my hair.
"Hi, honey," I greet him when he walks in the room. He pauses at the sight of me naked. I was hoping for the big grin I used to get when he'd come home to me like this. Naked. Ready for the taking. Today he looks...hesitant? Wary?
"Hey, babe. How was the day."
"Good. No major complaints, I guess. Just got home maybe a half hour ago. Haven't given any thought to dinner. Though...I'm sure there's something here you could eat," I joke with a wink.
Scott laughs a little uncomfortably. "Yeah, not a great day here. Went to the gym after work to blow off a little steam. I think I pulled a hamstring or something. I'm just going to jump in the shower if that's alright. See if I can loosen it up."
His rejection of my implied offer hangs in the air for a bit before I just respond, "of course." He looks thankful for the reprieve and heads for the bathroom. Within moments I hear the shower come on. I give myself one more long look it the mirror and then head for the dresser. I have a fresh pair of underwear halfway up my legs when I stop. No. This isn't what I'm going to do. I'm not going to get dressed and move on with my night. I'm not going to pretend everything is fine. That nothing has changed since that night.
I slip the underwear back down my leg. I grab a fresh towel and lay it down on his side of the bed. I open my drawer and pull out the massage oil we have (and used to use with some regularity). And then I wait.
Scott is clearly surprised to see me sitting naked on the bed when he comes out of the steamy bathroom. "Hey babe,...what's up."
I pat the bed next to me. "Come. You said you pulled something at the gym. Let's work on it." He hesitates, but I insist. "I said come here. Lie down."
Scott climbs onto the bed. Before he can stop me I reach over and undo his towel. As the towel falls my eyes open wide with surprise. He's shaved himself bare down there. He scrambles to grab his towel. To cover himself. I grab his wrist, "Scott, it's fine. You don't need to hide anything from me."
He blushes. "I just...I just...I guess I felt a little dirty after..."
I stop him. "Of course. You don't have to explain. It's your body. And...it looks nice if you want to know. Now, lie down. Let's get to that hamstring."
Scott lies down on the bed. I kneel over him and pour the oil onto my hands, warming it before I start to work it into his skin. I start up on his back, before working my way down over his muscular ass to his thighs. He groans lightly when I start to work the hamstring. I apply more oil and start to really dig in. I can feel his smooth balls against the back of my hand as I get into his inner thigh.
"So...look, Scott," I start, hesitantly trying to find my way into this conversation. "I do feel like we need to talk about what...happened at some point."
He stiffens but doesn't respond. My opening salvo is left unanswered, so I push forward. "I mean, I know it's a lot to process but...we need to figure out our path forward here. If you want a path forward..."
Scott finally engages, his voice thick with emotion. "I love you, Sarah. You know that..."
"I've always thought you did. And I love you. But you've been so distant. You haven't touched me since..."
Scott lets out a single sob. In an instant I wonder if I've been unkind or even cruel in pushing him. He was raped by another man. Raped in front of his girlfriend. What must he be feeling right now? Shame? Embarrassment? Embarrassment at what happened? At being powerless in that moment? Shame at how his body reacted? At how I reacted?
As these thoughts race through my mind my hands are absentmindedly massaging his butt. That firm ass that I always loved. I look down as my hands gently pull the two cheeks apart and have to stifle a small gasp. His hole is completely hairless. I let the checks fall together as I keep massaging him. My mind is in overdrive. He's shaved himself back there as well. When did he do this? Why did he do this?
My stomach is filled with butterflies as I move the cheeks apart again and look at his tight hairless hole. It looks beautiful. Sexual. He said he'd felt unclean but...it doesn't look sterile it looks...ready. I'm suddenly aware of being very wet down there. My pussy feels hot. My lips feel swollen. When I think back about what I did next, I don't know what came over me.
I lift the massage oil up over him and let it drizzle over his ass. He stiffens slightly. I watch as a thick bead of it follows the crack of his ass down. I take my hands and start to really work his ass. His inner thighs. For a massage there is too much oil. For this...it's perfect.
I allow my fingers to brush against his perineum. His balls. His hole. I feel his perineum getting stiffer and know blood must be rushing into his penis.
"Sarah..." he starts. I shush him. Then I lean forward and push a finger deep into his asshole.
He groans and says my name again. He pulls his arms up like he's trying to raise himself off the bed but I hold him down. I start working the finger back and forth. He's tight. He's rocking himself to the side like he's trying to get me to stop. But I don't. Instead I pull back and worm a second finger into him.
He lets out a sound somewhere between a moan and a cry. I'm fully on top of him now. My breasts crushed against his back. My hard nipples dragging against him. My hand is wedged between the two of us. My pussy is on fire. I can feel my juices dripping along the heal of my hand as it digs into me. As I pump my two thin fingers in and out of his asshole. His moans are so arousing. They inflame me. My fingering becomes harder. More insistent.
"You like that, baby?" I whisper in his ear. "It feels good?" His face is buried in the pillows. His moans muffled. "It's ok, baby. It's okay to like it. It's okay to feel good." I keep thrusting into him. Fucking him. "Please, baby. Let yourself feel good. Let me take care of you." I pull most of the way out of him, then slide a third finger back into him. I'm stretching him out. Loosening his tight, but not virgin, hole.
Scott lifts his head up to gulp air. He's moaning openly now. I feel his hips start to move. Feel him start to thrust back against me. Feel him giving in. I reach an oil slicked hand down around his side and reach for his member. I find it rock hard, trapped against his stomach. I wrap my hand around it and squeeze, feeling it throb in my hand. It feels big and hot in my hand. I don't stroke it, but let the thrusting of my hips, of my hand in his ass, move us together.
He's pushing back harder now. Meeting my thrusts. I stiffen my pinky and start to pierce him with it. Soon I have all four fingers inside his asshole. Only my thumb working as a backstop to keep me from fisting my boyfriend. He lifts his hips up farther off the bed. Together we rise onto our knees, my hand still gripping his angry red cock. Scott is letting out short high little moans as I work my hand in and out of him.
"Yes, baby. Yes! Take it," I encourage him. "Does it feel good? Tell me it feels good."
"Oh god," he moans out. "Yes, it feels good. It feels so fucking good."
"You like it, don't you? You like me in your ass."
"Yes. I...I love it."
"Yeah, you do baby. You like getting fucked in your ass don't you?"
Scott moans but doesn't answer.
"Answer me, baby. Tell me you like getting fucked in your ass," I insist, punctuating every word with a thrust of my hand into his hole.
"Uuuughhh...yes. Yes I like it. I like getting fucked in my ass."
"You like my hand inside you," I questions as I give my wrist a slight rotation. Really working his hole.
"Yes!"
"I bet it feels so good doesn't it."
"Yes!"
I hesitate before saying it. I know it could derail everything, but I need to know what he'll say. I hiss down at him, "I bet that big cock felt so good too, baby."
He lets out a long moan, thrusting back hard against my hand.
"Tell me, baby. Tell me if he felt good inside you."
"Yes," he chokes out. "Yes he felt good inside me. He felt so fucking good. His cock felt so fucking good." It's like the flood gates have opened. He's nakedly fucking back against my hand with all he's got. Bucking against my invasion like he's trying to force my hand deeper into his asshole.
"Tell me you loved it. Tell me you loved sucking his big cock. Loved getting dominated like that. Used like that. Getting fucked like that."
"I loved it! God,I fucking loved it! He fucked me like a bitch and I loved it!"
"I know baby. I was there. I watched all of it. Watched you cum for him."
Scott whimpers as I say this. As I reference him cumming with that giant cock lodged inside his asshole. "He made me cum to, baby," I pant. "I came in that car watching you get fucked. Watching him breed your hole"
At the mention of the cop cumming inside him I feel Scott's sphincter seizing up like a vice around my hand. I thrust it in all the way in and hold it. Scott cries out. His cock goes completely rigid. Straining in my hand. Then it starts to jerk with a strength I wouldn't have imagined. Ropes of cum start pulling out all over his chest. All over our bed. All over my hand.
"That's it baby! Cum for me! Cum so hard for me!" He's gasping below me. "Cum thinking about that cock in your ass! About how it felt to have him cumming inside your hole. Your tight little hold."
As I say this Scott moans louder than I've ever heard him moan and starts sobbing uncontrollably. I know this is a huge release. Physically. Sexually. Emotionally. With a few more jerks I feel his cock begin to settle. I push him forward and flop onto my back. I'm a sweaty mess as I bring my hands down. I start frantically fucking myself with one hand while the other works my swollen clit. It takes seconds before I'm moaning out Scott's name while my body convulses but the foot of the bed. I feel like I'm going to pass out. I'm covered I sweat. My cum is all over my hands and thighs. I can't get enough air.
Once I can, I pull myself up and lie next to Scott. He's stopped crying. I hold him close and whisper, "I love you. I love you, Scott, and we're going to be okay."
He nuzzles up against me. Holding me close. He averts his eyes for a moment before locking onto me and saying, "I love you too, baby. And I want us to be okay too. But...there's something I have to tell you."
"You don't have to explain anything, Scott. You don't have to explain anything about that night," I assure him.
"It's not that," Scott Says. "It's...I have to tell you about something that happened at the gym..."
To be continued:
In this continued narrative, the erotic couples engage in various intimate activities, including the gay male character experiencing non-consensual sex being heavily referenced. This experience has left a significant impact on their relationship, causing strains and changes in their dynamics. Despite the trauma, the gay male character's sex drive has significantly decreased, while the heterosexual female character's has intensified. The text also mentions their shared past, including events that took place during a pulled-over incident, where orgasms and anal play were prevalent.
