His Name was Dick Ch. 02

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Young student allows herself to be blackmailed into sex.
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Part 2 of the 5 part series

Updated 06/08/2023
Created 01/21/2018
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Warning to readers, this story is pure fiction but in the non-consent section for a reason. From here on out most chapters will have graphic scenes with triggers. You are warned.

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Richard left me alone for a few days, and I wondered if he had broken his deal already. I found myself watching him, suspicious and the tiniest bit jealous. Which is ridiculous to be jealous of a victim, insane really. But, he made the deal, if he had to rape.. it's supposed to be me. A week went by and I told myself it was all crazy and to just get back to normal life, stop obsessing over whether or not Richard was interested in other women. He didn't bother Em again though, she thanked me a dozen times. I was so distracted thinking about my little problem with Dick that I wasn't paying attention in my classes that much during the week and I turned one homework assignment in late.

I was mad at myself for being so spacy and falling into Dick's mind games. I needed a distraction, and to also focus on my studies which were very important to me. So over the weekend I stayed home and got ahead on my next assignments and projects for all my classes. It was a really great distraction, but it was also nice to have a little privacy. Most of my roommates were gone all weekend. Then on monday I went to my english class as usual. Em was there but not Richard. I felt more relaxed and I talked to the teacher pretty animatedly about the current book we were reading.

After class Em and I got coffee and talked for a few minutes then she went off to bio. I walked back to our dorm rooms and made myself lunch, ate and cleaned the kitchen after. Just as I was putting away the last dish I turned around to see Richard on the other side of the counter. "Wow! Where'd you come from?" I asked since I hadn't heard the front door open.

He smirked at me, and moved around the counter. "I was taking a nap and woke up when I smelled something delicious."

My heart sped up. This was the first time him and I had been alone since our fight and agreement. Was it wrong to feel overwhelming anticipation? I just stood still, awkwardly still rubbing the plate in my hand with a towel. "Well lunch is all over and you missed out." I said ignoring his innuendo.

He ignored my obtuse statement and got right into my personal space and pressed his chest against my shoulder. It turned my body towards the counter so that he was now behind me. I tried to turn around but his body wouldn't give way. "Richard?" I whispered. His hips snapped forward to pressed mine against the counter sharply, the edges bruising me instantly. A moment later his hand fisted in my hair and yanked my head back.

"I am going to fuck you right here in the kitchen Maddy, like a slutty housewife." He whispered in my ear while his free hand dove into the front of my leggings. His hips let up on the pressure to give space for his arm. I breathed a sigh of relief from the pressure even as my skin crawled from having his fingers exploring the edges of my panties. He pressed and rubbed on my lips and clit, slowly letting go of my hair and using his left hand to pull my leggings down around my knees.

"Fuck you Richard."

"No, Richard is going to fuck you Maddy." The way he said my name made me want to punch him.

I didn't though. I just stood there at the counter while he fished his dick out of his pants and pushed it against my thighs. His hands squeezed every inch of available flesh. Running along my thighs, breasts, and ass.

"Are you going to hold up your end of the deal?" I was incredulous that he even asked me that first, wasn't that my line? I knew why he asked me though, I would have to be crazy to accept this extremely illegal deal. I am letting him blackmail me into sex.

"How do I know you aren't hurting other girls?"

"I haven't approached any women since our discussion the other night. Been preoccupied thinking about this deal of yours."

He thrust his hips against my naked ass and his dick pulsed and slid between my thighs, he angled up and nudged my lips. My was heart beating quickly and the small parts of silky skin on skin felt amazing. The anticipation was killing me. It didn't matter that the guy is a scoundrel, in that moment I wanted him to fuck me like he boasted. I wanted it.

"O-okay."

"Good."

The moment he spoke his dick parted my lips and slid partially into me. He dipped inside and pulled it out several times and used my wetness to fully lubricate me. It was a tease and exciting and I couldn't help but whimper in need.

He gripped the counter's edge on either side of me and chuckled against my ear. "What a hungry slut you are." He slid into me fully and I moaned softly . At first he gave me a couple slow thrusts, but quickly changed to a pounding rhythm. It got really loud with the cupboard door shuddering against my body while he pistoned into my backside. Our skin slapped together and my pussy made squishing noises. I couldn't help but moan while enduring the onslaught, it felt incredibly good. Easily some of the best sex I had ever had, in less than five minutes.

He was cussing at me but I could barely notice any words. The pain of my hips grinding into the countertop was excruciating, but the ecstasy he was grinding out of my pussy was overwhelming. My muscles were spasming and I may have had some drool leak from my mouth. Finally he cupped a hand around my mouth.

"Shut the fuck up bitch!"

I just kept moaning into his palm.

Another a long while my pussy began to feel dry, I could tell the pleasure was leaking away and I had already come twice. His palm still over my mouth I whimpered from the first bit of drag and pain inside me. The next moment I felt him shudder against me and his dick twitch. He came inside me and it was that moment when I realized that he hadn't used a condom. I hadn't even thought about it. Then again, I hadn't planned on having sex with Richard, especially in the kitchen.

He pulled his limp dick out and folded it away while I sank to the floor on my wobbly knees.

He looked down on me frowning, "I forgot to use a condom, fuck."

I was still panting and hardly forming words in my head. "I know..."

He shook his head at himself. "Well tell me if, you know."

I made a horrified expression. Which made Richard smile at me evilly, as if the idea was a great sexual fantasy of his. Fucking me until I get pregnant. I guessed right. "If you are, maybe I could stand to marry that hot juicy pussy of yours." He turned away then and went into his room and slammed the door. Leaving me in the kitchen with my bare ass on the floor and his come leaking out of me.

It took a few minutes to catch my breath and stand up and clean myself. Miraculously no one seemed to be in the dorm or come in while that all went down. I quietly went back to my room and got ready for my last class of the day. Double checking I had taken my birth control today. Picking up notebooks and textbooks and cleaning. Going along as if it was a normal day. As if I wasn't just raped?

Was I? Technically I did say yes. But only because I wanted to protect other women and I knew I wasn't scared of Richard. I could protect myself, I think. It was kind of blackmail though... right?

I just wasn't sure what to think about it. So I didn't.

As days went by it felt like I had this big secret that everyone might guess and ruin my life. I know it was paranoia but I couldn't completely let go of the feeling. It was also kind of exciting. We lived in the same apartment, all of us talked to each other, asked favors and made meals. Richard and I interacted like nothing unusual was happening between us. Like we were two normal single young adults. Who were not having a twisted love affair.

I know that he watched me, because I watched him too. We had english together with Em, and he had the history class after mine so we would often pass each other. I figured out the rest of his schedule throughout the week and was able to understand his routine. He was a very organized person and had set days for things. Like always going out with friends on Saturday nights, and cram study sessions on Sunday night at the main campus library between 4pm-8pm when the library closed. I knew that he ate with his friend Larry every Monday afternoon, Larry was the role playing fantasy type of nerd and would dress up in full gear while sitting at lunch. I also knew that Larry had a new BMW.

Out of all of us in the dorm it was only Miranda who had a car, we all borrowed it constantly and Miranda would have to shout at the guys to give back her keys. Always going to the store for more food or more movies from RedBox.

Sometimes it was so normal that I would forget about it all.

Until I was alone with him again, wondering if he was going to grab me. Wondering if I fought back he would hit me, or kiss me. He was often quiet and wouldn't do anything at all, just let me sit there and be anxious. I swear he enjoyed it, having all that power over me.

Sometimes he wouldn't fuck me but just tease me and; finger my pussy while sitting on the couch, or bite my neck and pinch my nipples through my shirt, or maybe push me into the bathroom and force me to blow him. Dick always waited until the others weren't around. He found out that I was pretty noisy the first time, so they couldn't be within hearing distance.

After a while I admitted to myself that I loved it. The sexual tension, the forbiddenness, the flaming hot sex life. If we could actually like each other than Richard and I could date for real. Problem was, I hated him.

Richard is the kind of guy that smiles to your face and then steps on you to crawl up the social ladder. He "gently" criticizes everything that everyone else does and is sarcastic when talking about morality. Not the kind of guy that I could be friends with in the least, and never date. The others in our dorm didn't like him much either.

Yet, I found myself thinking of him when I masturbated each night.

* I would like to mention. That it is never acceptable to force someone into a sexual situation. This story is written by me, a woman, and it is meant as only a stimulating fantasy, and is in no way condoning actual rape.*

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