By mowhispers 38
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(SETTING THE SCENE: You’re searching the living room of the person who allegedly stole from your crime lord boss when you hear someone sneaking, poorly, down the stairs.)
(SETTING THE TONE: None of this is real. It’s just an act to trick the girl into fucking you. It’s totally your call on how convincingly you want to play the (sorta) endearing guy act.)
(SFX: Sounds of typical living room objects quietly being rifled through.)
I hear you on the stairs, you know. If you’re going to steal from the city’s biggest crime boss, you should be better at – who the fuck are you?
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Does – does anyone else live here?
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Right, so no.
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Look, no one who *actually* has an MMA-fighting boyfriend who happens to be coming home at any minute would phrase it like that.
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I’ll take my chances.
Seriously, no one else lives here? Maybe a blond guy, pretty tall, really grumpy-looking?
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Your neighbor. That’s just great. Fucking fantastic.
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Can you cool it with the questions for a second? I need to think.
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Listen, I’m a nice guy, but I will swear to God I will shoot you in the fucking head just to get a moment’s peace. Got it?
Thank you.
(SFX: dialing cell phone) Hey. It’s me. I’m in the wrong fucking house.
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Yes, I went to the right address! Whichever moron wrote it down got the number wrong.
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I can’t leave because there’s a girl here and she saw me.
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She was pretty yappy at first, but I’m pointing a gun at her now and she’s being more tolerable.
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Look, just send someone to the right house to steal the boss man’s shit back. I’ll keep an eye on the girl in the meantime.
And be quick about it. You remember what happened the last time someone pissed him off. Fingers don’t grow back.
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Just call me when you’re done so I can quit babysitting.
(You hang up.)
I’m sorry about this, but I’m going to have to secure you. Just for, like, an hour.
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I mean, with rope. But if you promise to keep quiet, I won’t even duct tape your mouth or anything. Seriously.
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Yeah, I *am* quite the gentleman, aren’t I? And because I'm a gentleman, I don't want to hurt you, but I will if you try to run.
Just walk right up to me, nice and slow …
That’s good. Just like that.
Now I’m going to – what the fuck is in your hand?
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*That* was your weapon? You heard an intruder and you grabbed a glass dildo to defend yourself?
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Wait, when you say it was on hand … you mean like … you were … oh. Cool. That’s, uh, yeah. Very cool.
Well, I have to tie you up now. I have some rope right here in my pack, and it’s the good quality kind.
See, it’s soft and everything.
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Yes, I *have* to do this. If I walked out of here right now, you could squeal to the cops or something.
Just give me an hour or so to keep an eye on you while my partner gets in and out of the correct house. Afterwards, we can part ways amicably.
Come on, my boss will *literally* kill me if I fuck this up.
I’ll be a perfect gentleman with you. I pinky swear.
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You actually *don’t* have an option, but I’d rather do this without violence, sweetheart.
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Thank you.
(You’re binding her wrists and ankles) All right, let’s get your wrists behind your back now … nice and tight …
… and now for the ankles … perfect.
(Awkward pause.)
… so, is this your first time being held hostage?
What, I’m just trying to make conversation! I don’t want this to be uncomfortable.
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Oh come on, I tied you up pretty comfortably.
I know a thing or two about tying beautiful women up, okay? And I know enough to tell when they secretly like it.
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You don’t have to lie to me. I know a freaky girl when I see one. And you, little rope bunny, are one pistachio short of a nuthouse.
If I went to your bedroom right now, I’d see all sorts of dirty books on your shelves. You and I both know it. Dark romances, they’re calling them now.
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Look, all I’m saying is, there’s nothing wrong with being the good girl who likes the bad guy.
And if you’re willing to admit that you want it, I can make the time pass for you *very* pleasantly.
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I mean, that flimsy nightgown of yours isn’t hiding *anything*. You’ve clearly got a gorgeous body.
And I know you must be dying for release right now, considering what you were doing before I broke in here …
… and I promise I’m *much* better than that toy you were using.
So, how about it, little bunny? Do you want to have some fun tonight?
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Good girl. I thought you’d say that.
Well, I guess I’ll have to untie your ankles, after all …
“No”? You like the ropes that much, bunny? But I need to spread you open so I can see that pretty little pussy of yours …
Hmm, okay. Bend over the arm of the couch for me.
Yes, just like that. Such an eager girl.
(You’re retying her ankles as you say this) I’ll just tie each of your ankles to a leg of the couch so I can have you good and open for me, and then you’ll be nice and secure just how you like it, bunny.
Give me a wriggle so I know you’re not getting away.
Fuck, that nightgown just isn’t covering anything, is it? And you’re not even wearing any panties, you naughty girl.
… Damn, that is an ass worth spanking if I've ever seen one.
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Oh, yes, bunny? You want that? Let's give you what you want, then.
(Spank.)
This lovely ass of yours isn’t the only thing I see.
(Spank.)
I also see a very – (spank) – needy (spank) – pussy (spank x2).
Do you know how I can tell it’s needy, little bunny?
I know it’s needy, because it’s fucking *glistening.*
Even your inner thighs are wet – look. (Wet noises.)
Look how wet my fingers get just from touching you there.
I want you to understand just how drippy and sweet that pretty pussy is for me. Taste yourself on my fingers.
Good girl, suck my fingers clean. You taste so nice and good and desperate, don’t you, bunny?
I want a taste now. Straight from the source.
Fuck, you smell as good as I imagined.
(Cunnilingus begins.)
And you taste even better.
(Cunnilingus continues. Throughout the following lines, include licking, kissing, sucking, hot man moans, etc.)
Mmm yes, grind those hips on my face.
Take what you need, greedy girl.
Good fucking bunny. You like when I lick you like that?
I know you like it, bunny. You’re making all those pretty moans.
Moaning for me while I lick your gorgeous pussy.
Yes, just like that.
Keep moaning while the big, bad man makes you feel *so* good.
(TONE NOTES: Now she’ll tell you that you don’t seem like a bad man at all. This is *very* offensive to you. She'll try to explain herself as you get increasingly harsh and intimidating. You’ve been holding back to make her feel safe, but you're going to snap.)
Oh, you don’t think I’m the bad guy?
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I'm "too nice"? Bunny, you don't even know how much of a villain I am.
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You don’t think I’m capable? I’m more than capable of making a silly little girl like you scream for mercy.
You may not believe I'm a villain yet, but you're going to know for sure when you're begging me to stop and I just. keep. going. You stupid fucking little bunny.
You know, I don’t think I did a good enough job showing you just how drenched you are. I mean, I can practically soak my hand just by rubbing that pussy. (Wet sounds)
Look at all that. (Hard slap.)
Aw, you stupid little girl, you got your face all messy. Let me help you get it off. (Another hard slap.)
(Just to be clear, you’re being mockingly nice now, not actually nice.)
Did that help?
No? Hmm, maybe I should try slapping you harder. (Harder slap.)
Gosh, bunny, this seems hopeless. We’ll have to find something better to clean you off with.
Oh, I know! Maybe some drool will work.
(SFX: Unzip + remove your pants.)
Open wide, bunny.
I’m going to help you work up lots of drool so we can clean that pretty face off.
Bunny. I said open your fucking mouth.
This is what you wanted, you insolent little girl. I’m giving you what you asked for.
(Slap.) Stop fucking struggling. It’s pointless.
You know you can’t get away. We made sure of it, remember?
You were so happy to check that the ropes were nice and secure.
You wanted this, you dumb little bunny.
Now open. Up.
(Commence the facefucking.) Mmmm yes, such a warm fucking mouth.
You know, I care about what you want, bunny.
That’s why I’m fucking your face nice and rough, just like you want, even while you’re pretending to resist.
But you don’t have to be ashamed of what you want, bunny.
There’s nothing shameful about wanting to be used like this.
Lots of naive little sluts like you crave it. But they’re not all lucky enough to get the real thing.
You’re so fucking lucky I’m here.
Now keep gagging on it. We need the really good drool to clean you up, sloppy bunny.
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All right, let’s see if you made enough drool to clean that slutty face.
(wet noises)
Oh no. No matter how much drool I rub all over you, you still look like a sloppy whore.
I guess that’s just what you really are, bunny. Aren’t you?
“No”? Oh, bunny. If you aren’t a sloppy whore, why is your pussy dripping all over the couch?
Can you imagine how it’ll sound when I put my cock inside?
“No”? You mean you can’t imagine it? Oh, my dumb little bunny. Let me show you how it’ll sound. (Wet noises start here – you’re thrusting into her.)
(Intercourse now, a fairly rough rhythm right away.)
Fuuuck, just listen to you. Your mouth is saying “please stop,” but your pussy is begging for more.
I’m not sure which one of you I believe. And I definitely don’t care.
Not when you feel this fucking good.
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So, am I the big, bad man you wanted?
(Hard spank) I said, am I the big, bad man you were fantasizing about while you were fucking yourself silly tonight?
Alone in your room, dreaming of a scary man who would break in and treat you mean like this?
I’m the big, scary man of your dreams, bunny. I’m here to make them all come true.
And tonight, I’m going to make you my cumbunny.
I’m going to fill you up.
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(Your rhythm starts to slow and falter now. You’re going to give her *false* hope that you’re actually considering stopping.)
Bunny? Bunny, I’m starting to get worried.
I thought you'd be done with pretending to struggle by now …
you're so convincing …
I'm a little worried that you're not actually pretending …
Do you really not want this, bunny?
No, no, I hear you asking me to stop, but … I don't want your shame to hold you back from getting what you want.
Words lie, but bodies don’t, bunny. Let’s ask your body what it wants.
I’m going to fuck you hard again, and while I do it, I’ll just play with your cute little clit. If you don’t want me to cum in you, just don’t orgasm, okay, bunny?
Here we go …
(Start fucking her again, hard. You’re playing with her clit now, too. You’ll cum very soon after she does, which will happen quickly.)
Oh, bunny, you’re *screaming* now.
Does it feel that good?
Are you just *so* close to the edge?
I feel you holding back. Do you not want to cum, bunny?
Why wouldn’t you want to cum, you stupid girl? Don’t you want to feel good?
*I* want you to feel good, bunny. That’s why I’m rubbing your clit so nicely for you.
Just let go, bunny. Cum for me.
Cum now.
Now, bunny.
Come on, come on, come on –
(as she starts cumming) YES, bunny, YES, just like that, oh God fuck yes, that’s good, good bunny, good good girl, cum for me just like that.
(You’re VERY close to orgasm now.)
Let’s give you what you wanted, bunny.
You earned my cum in you.
You. Deserve. This.
(You orgasm now <3 Ad lib however feels natural. Some example phrases you could use:
* Good fucking bunny.
* Take it, take it my cum.
* I’m gonna fill you up, bunny.
* Yes, just like that.
* Be my good, messy bunny.
etc. Go wild with it)
(...)
(As you’re both cooling down) You should really be more careful what you wish for, bunny.
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Let’s get you untied.
Come here, bunny, lay down on the couch with me.
Aw, you look half-asleep already, sweet girl.
(...)
What about your neighbor? What are you – oh. Oh my god, did you really believe that stupid story?
Was I *that* convincing as the kind, respectful gangster? “Let me tie you up, I’ll be a gentleman.”
God. You really are a dumb fucking girl. No, I made it all up.
Bunny, I came here for *you.* I’ve been watching you read those filthy little books for weeks.
I told you, I’m here to make your dreams come true.
Shhh, shhh, shhh, bunny, don’t be worried. You were so perfect. Even better than I had hoped you’d be.
I was going to be gentle with you for our first time, but you wanted it rough right away. My perfect, fucked-up girl.
*Yes*, bunny, our *first* time. Of course I’m coming back for more. I’m not the type to just hit it and quit it.
I’ll be back before you even miss me.
Rest now. I’ll see you in your dreams, little bunny.
