Free Blogger: THE BIG SWALLOW - THEBIGSWALLOW finished my dance, and I found that he had moved to the base of the stage. He waited for me. As I attempted to replace my bra, he grabbed me, pulling hard back against his front. I felt his hunger at my ass, and I took him to the back room. He looked at me with a hunger I had never before seen in a man's eyes, and for a moment I mistook it for love. He thrust me with such force that I stumbled as I fell back against the bed. He never asked, he only took and never gave. My body was his own, and he would claim it as so. My thong was ripped from by flesh, and my thighs were parted before I could object. He undressed himself only enough to give me what he wanted; his pants resting around his hips, and his hardness bore out before me. He covered my mouth as he thrusted into me with such force, burying himself to the hilt, begging for my cries beneath his hand. I parted my legs for him, and he released his hand, pulling my hips to him, pulling back and thrusting into me as my hips met his. He fucked without love. He had the ability to make one who indulged in the act often shamelessly, feel like a whore. Ironically, I liked it. He grasped my breasts tightly, and told me to tell him to whom I belonged. It was at that moment I gave myself to him, and he claimed me. Then, as he came inside me, he whispered into my ear that I was to marry him that next night, and I was to sign a prenuptial agreement without any questions. He told me stories of how he was going to take me away from this place as he stroked my pussy. He told me how he would care for me how no man could ever. And to this day, I do not think he has ever lied. He twisted words for his benefit, and gave me everything that agreement said.
