Please Help Me... - Please, Help me - Part 6

Today was one of those days that I know I’ll treasure forever. Today, Craig took me out on a date. I only realized after we got home that this was the first time we had ever been on a real date. The location that he took me was the zoo, and it was wonderful. Of course, before taking me, he made me promise I wouldn’t talk to anyone else, especially any boys. He’s so overprotective, but I kind of like that about him.

I had to make all kinds of promises, but I was so bored of being at his house all day every day that I happily made them. Finally, he took me. From the moment we stepped through the gates, I could feel the excitement bubbling inside me. The air was alive with the sounds of chirping birds and distant roars, and Craig’s hand in mine made my heart skip a beat.

We started our adventure at the giraffe enclosure, and watching those graceful creatures roam freely was truly mesmerizing. Craig’s eyes sparkled with wonder, and his smile was infectious. I couldn’t believe he was the same guy I had struggled against for so long.

Next, we wandered into the aviary, where vibrant birds danced through the air like living rainbows. Craig’s enthusiasm was contagious, and I found myself laughing and joking alongside him as we marveled at the beauty of nature. When I loosened up, so did Craig, and for the first time, I met the real him.

But it wasn’t just the exotic animals that made this day so special—it was Craig himself. He was a romantic. He’s flirtatious, kinky, and obsessive. Isn’t that the perfect guy? He really loves me. How could I be upset over someone loving me so much?

The highlight of our day was undoubtedly the lion enclosure. Standing side by side, watching those majestic beasts basking in the afternoon sun, I felt an overwhelming sense of contentment. It was the first time I hadn’t felt any anxiousness since I had first met him. With Craig’s arm around my waist and his warm breath against my ear, I knew that this was where I was meant to be—right here, in this moment, with him. I was his possession, his woman.

As the sun dipped below the horizon and the sky turned shades of pink and gold, I couldn’t help but reflect on just how lucky I am to have Craig in my life. He’s more than just my boyfriend—he’s my everything. I just wished I had realized it sooner. I had spent so much time fighting him, afraid of him. Maybe, I was the problem from the beginning, just as he said.

After the night we spent together in the hotel, I met up with Brad. Things between Brad and me felt different. I no longer felt excited to see him. If anything, I felt dread. We ended up talking very briefly before he said he had a late class and left. That was fine with me. I headed back to my dorm room, lost in my thoughts. I ended up sleeping most of the rest of the day, and when I woke up, the sun was already setting.

Finals were going to be the next week, but I had skipped class one of the last days, and if I was being honest, my mind was barely even able to function in classes anyway with everything else that was going on. How could I study after everything that happened? Rather than sitting down with a book, I wanted more than anything to be distracted. I wanted to go get a drink.

It was the period right before Christmas break. There was no shortage of college frat parties to visit. I merely had to get dressed and walk out on my floor to find a group of girls heading out. I joined one of them. In my mind, random was better. Maybe, if I left with a random group of women, Craig wouldn’t be able to find me. I left my phone behind just in case he had some way of tracking it. Those were the kind of childish games I liked to play back then.

The random girls on my floor and I ended up having a frat party. It was loud and crowded, and there was a lot of alcohol. It was exactly what I was looking for to forget the previous few weeks. Soon, I was sitting on the couch, nursing a beer and trying to get drunk enough that I stopped feeling bad. A cute guy came up and talked to me. I don’t remember his name. He was the kind of guy who was obviously in a fraternity, one of those obvious dudebros. However, I talked to him earnestly. Maybe it was because I was drinking, or maybe it was because everything with Brad was going bad.

“You want to go upstairs?” I asked.

“Hell yeah!” He tried to fistbump me.

After everything Craig had done, what did it matter if I slept with some other guy? At least, this was a guy I chose to sleep with. Wasn’t that better? So, the pair of us went up to his room. By the time we got there, we were making out pretty aggressively, and my clothing was starting to come off. As soon as we entered his room, he pushed me down onto the bed and got on top of me. He was pretty drunk, and so was I, so he had trouble getting his pants off. I helped him out of his pants and his underwear. It was the first time I saw his cock, and it was a lot smaller than even Brad’s. I couldn’t help but grimace, but I still reached down and stroked it.

The guy moaned, lying back on the bed. He still had his shirt on, some team jersey. I was just trying to make him hard. I was on top of him, stroking him off. I was so focused that I didn’t notice someone come in behind me.

It was at this moment that a hand touched the back of my neck, and a voice said, “Well, well, well, if it isn’t the little whore.”

My body shook as I heard the familiar voice. It was Craig’s voice.

“What do you want?” I asked, a bit drunk and angry.

I felt his hand stroke through my hair. “Why do you have to be so infuriating? Do you have to keep testing me?”

He pulled my head back violently, and I couldn’t help but look into his eyes. As for the frat boy, he had already passed out, his soft dick barely remaining in my hands.

“Fuck you,” I growled. “You wear a mask all the time. You’re a coward!”

This time, he was wearing a Santa mask that hid his face. It didn’t look too weird considering there were several Santas and elves at this party.

“Do you want to see?” He asked.

I swallowed hard. My mind was a bit wonky thanks to the drink, but I still had enough foresight to know that the best way to finally get vengeance on him was to know what he looked like. All of this time, he had been like a ghost. Even during our time in the hotel, he had worn a ski mask.

“I do,” I responded.

“I’ll show you my face, but you’ll have to make me a promise too. Whatever I ask, you have to swear you’ll do it.”

On the inside, I sneered. He was going to ask me to keep it a secret. I’d agree, naturally, but then I’d tell as soon as I could. I would finally be able to take him down.

“Fine. I swear.”

“You promise?” He grinned.

“I promise…”  I said through gritted teeth.

He reached down and then pulled up his Santa mask. I was expecting some hideous guy. Maybe he was disfigured, or maybe he was lucky. Instead, he was very plain. His facial features were so plain that there seemed to be nothing extraordinary about him at all. I had thought he’d be someone I knew, but I realized that even if I had met him before, I’d likely have forgotten his face. I still stared at him with all of my might, trying to memorize his face.

“Are you done?” He asked, smiling. “You don’t recognize me?”

“I don’t,” I admitted, feeling just a bit of defeat.

“Okay, my request.” He smiled. “Remember, you promised.”

“What is it?” I demanded.

“Anal.”

“Huh?”

“I want to fuck you in the ass… right now.”

My jaw dropped. “Are you kidding me? No way! And don’t you have to use lube or something?”

“I brought some for just the occasion.” He pulled a small bottle of lube from his pocket.

Of course, he did… I couldn’t help but feel my sphincter tighten. How had it come to this? Why didn’t he have a normal request? Even if he asked me to suck him off or cream inside me, that’d be something. This though… was just gross.

“No, never. Get out of here, and go back to hiding.”

He grabbed the back of my neck, pulling my hair and forcing me to look at him. His eyes were cold. “You promised me. Are you going to break your promise?”

His eyes were intense and scary. I had no clue what he would do if I said no. I realized that I was in no position to refuse him. Even if my brain wasn’t a bit inebriated, I had made that stupid promise.

“Fine.” I relented. “But make it quick. My ass doesn’t like that stuff.”

“Oh, we’ll see.”

Craig shoved the half-naked guy off the bed. He landed on the floor with a thud, but other than a whimper, he didn’t wake up. Craig had me stand up, and then he started reaching for my clothing.

“No, wait. Let me take them off,” I said.

“Why? Are you going to be modest?” He asked.

“Yeah…”

“Fine, if you need it.”

He let me strip myself naked. I was already half there, with my dress unzipped and my bra undone, but I finished the job. As soon as my panties hit the floor, his hand was groping my ass and slipping between the cheeks. I had no choice but to let him touch me, even though I hated him so much.

“Mmm, your pussy is so wet, but this ass… it’s perfect.”

“Can you stop being so weird?” I said, feeling the heat on my cheeks.

“What? Don’t tell me you don’t like having your ass touched. Does your boyfriend never play with your ass?”

“Stop it, that’s gross.”

“You’re so sensitive, even though you were just getting ready to fuck another man. It’s almost like you’re ashamed.”

“Just get it over with. You’re disgusting.”

He didn’t say anything else, and I was happy about that. He simply continued to squeeze and rub my ass, his fingers moving across the cheeks, and his thumb stroking over my sphincter. He took his time, but finally, he began to move forward with things. He pulled out a pair of handcuffs.

“Are you going to handcuff me?” I asked.

“Don’t worry, I’m going to uncuff you. For now, I want you to hold onto the bedpost.”

I sighed, knowing it was pointless to argue. “Fine.”

I did as he said, and he locked my hands behind my back. After, he put the key in his pocket. Next, he had me lie down on my stomach. I rested my face on the bed, my hands cuffed behind me, and my ass propped up. Craig stood behind me, and I couldn’t help but shudder. What was going to happen now?

“Here comes the lube,” he warned.

“Just put it in!” I complained.

“Fine, fine.”

I heard him squirt some out, and then his finger was on me again. It was slippery this time. He rubbed it in between the cheeks, and then his finger began to circle the entrance. The lube was cold, but soon it was warm. He continued to tease my ass for a few moments, but then, his finger moved down.

“What are you doing?” I asked, confused.

“Shh.”

He pressed his finger into my pussy, and my whole body shivered. I was already aroused, but having him play with me was different. I felt like a pervert. Why was I letting him do this?

“You’re so wet,” he said.

“It’s not because I want to be.”

“Is that so? Because I think you’re lying.”

He slid his finger deeper inside of me and then curled it. My toes curled.

“Ahhh!”

“There we go,” he said. “Doesn’t this feel nice?”

“I told you to stop. Get your finger out of there!”

He ignored me, and his finger was moving again. My whole body began to shake as he fingered my pussy, his finger exploring all the crevices. It was a sensation, unlike anything I had ever felt before. He knew how to rub me in all the right ways, and it didn’t take long for me to be panting.

“You’re a dirty slut, aren’t you?” he asked.

“No…” I mumbled.

“Liar. I bet you’re a real anal slut.”

“Nnnn…”

He kept fingering my pussy, and soon, I couldn’t control myself anymore. My body tensed up, and a loud moan escaped my lips. An orgasm ripped through me, and my whole body convulsed. I was left breathing heavily, sweaty, and exhausted.

“That’s what I thought.” He pulled his finger out.

“Fuck…” I said, feeling disgusted with myself.

“Don’t act so innocent. You came.”

“Shut up. Just get it over with.”

“Alright, alright. Your ass is ready now.”

I felt the tip of his cock touch my sphincter, and my whole body tensed up. It was a weird feeling, having someone about to penetrate me there.

“Relax,” he said.

I took a deep breath and tried to calm myself. Slowly, the tension left my muscles, and my ass relaxed. With his hands on my hips, Craig began to press himself forward. There was a brief moment where it didn’t seem like it was going to work, but then, the head of his cock slipped inside.

“Mmm,” he moaned.

I grit my teeth as his cock continued to slide into me. It felt strange and foreign, but not painful. Soon, his cock was buried inside my ass, and he began to move. Slowly at first, and then faster. He was getting into it.

“How does it feel, my anal slut?”

“Shut up,” I growled.

“You like having your ass fucked, don’t you?”

“I don’t!”

“Don’t lie.”

He began to thrust harder, and I could hear the sound of his balls slapping against my ass. He was getting into it, and I couldn’t help but think that I was being violated. It was disgusting and humiliating, but a part of me was turned on.

“Your ass feels so good,” he moaned. “It’s so tight and warm.”

“Stop talking,” I said, my face turning red.

“You’re such a dirty girl. You like being fucked in the ass, don’t you?”

“No!”

“Yes, you do.”

“No, I don’t!”

“Oh?”

He grabbed a handful of my hair and pulled my head back. My back arched and I cried out. He continued to pound into me, and my whole body was on fire. It was like a switch had been flipped, and all I could think about was his cock.

“Please, stop,” I begged.

“You want me to stop? You don’t want me to keep fucking your ass?”

“No, please, stop.”

“What if I don’t stop? What if I just keep fucking your ass until you cum?”

“I don’t want to cum,” I protested.

“Liar. You’re such a liar.”

He began to pound into me harder, and my whole body shook. I was moaning and crying out, and I couldn’t stop myself. My mind was going blank, and all I could think about was his cock and how good it felt.

“Your ass is mine,” he growled. “You’re my anal slut.”

“Stop!”

“Say it. Say you’re my anal slut.”

“Never!”

“Then I’ll just keep fucking your ass until you say it.”

“Please, no.”

“Yes. Now, say it.”

I bit my lip, trying to hold back the words, but it was no use. He was fucking me so hard and deep that I couldn’t help myself.

“I’m your anal slut,” I moaned.

“That’s right, you’re my anal slut.”

He kept fucking me, and I kept moaning and crying out. I couldn’t believe I was saying those things, but they felt so good. He was making me feel so good.

“Are you gonna cum for me, my anal slut?” he asked.

“Yes,” I moaned. “Yes, please.”

“Good. Cum for me. Cum for me, my anal slut.”

My body tensed up, and I screamed as an intense orgasm washed over me. My ass clenched around his cock, and he groaned as he came inside me. I could feel his cum filling my ass, and I shivered.

“You’re such a good little anal slut,” he panted. “You came so hard for me.”

“Fuck you,” I said, unable to think of anything else.

“I’ll take that as a compliment.”

He pulled out of me, and I felt his cum leak from my ass. I was left panting and gasping for air, and my whole body was trembling. I couldn’t believe I had just had anal sex. It was the most embarrassing thing I had ever done. It didn’t hurt as much as I thought it would, but in some ways it felt draining. My entire body felt like it had been shoved in a blender, but strangely, I also felt good.

“That was amazing,” he said. “You’re so sexy.”

“Shut up.”

“I love your ass. I could fuck it all day.”

“You’ve had your fun… leave me be.”

“Nope, not yet, you need to clean it off.”

“What?”

“My dick, you made it all dirty. No clean it with your tongue.”

“Ew, no.”

He grabs the back of my neck and pushes my face toward his cock. “Just a quick lick and it’ll all be over.”

I grit my teeth and look at his dirty dick. “Fine.”

I stick my tongue out and slowly lick his dick. His dick is covered in a combination of nasty things. It’s an awful taste, and I almost gag.

“That’s a good girl,” he says, petting my head.

I continue to lick his cock, tasting the mix of shit and cum. It’s a horrible taste, but I know that the quicker I do it, the sooner it will be over.

After a minute, he finally pulls away. “That’s enough.”

I wipe my mouth, trying to get the taste off. “Are you done with me now?”

He shakes his head. “Not quite.”

He uncuffs me and tells me to turn around. I’m not sure what he’s going to do next, but I do as he says. He has me get on my hands and knees, and then he takes something out of his bag. The next thing I know, I’m gasping as he pops something in my asshole.

“There, I’m done.”

“What is that?” I demanded, trying to reach for my butt, only for him to slap my hand away.

He flipped a button, and I let out a gasp as a vibration came from within. It wasn’t a strong vibration, but it left me weak in the knees. He had put a small vibrator in my ass!

“You can go now, but you have to keep this in your ass at all times. You can only take it out when you poop, understand?”

“Y-you can’t be serious!”

He flicked it on again, and I cried out. “If you don’t obey, I’ll make you regret it.”

With that, he got up and left. By the time I dressed, he was already done. I could still feel the foreign thing in my butt, but I was too afraid to pull it out. In the end, I just went home. When I got back to the dorms, I noticed calls from my parents. They were coming to pick me up after my finals next week.

As for that vibrator he gave me? I have in my ass now. It’s been vibrating the entire time I’ve written this. I’m so wet and horny. Craig knows how to make me go wild. That’s all the time I have to write today. I’ll write more later. Right now, I need to get ready. Craig will be home soon, and I want to be shaved and clean for him.