Forbidden Weekend
by keen_spirit_609about 2 hours ago
•long read•intense intensityThe gravel crunched under Rick’s boots as he leaned against the hood of his truck, the engine still ticking from the drive. The air smelled like gasoline and damp earth, the kind of scent that clung to the back of your throat. Kim stood in the driveway, her bare feet pressing into the cold pavement, her sundress clinging to the curves of her hips. She swayed slightly, the last of the whiskey and whatever else Rick had fed her still humming in her veins.
“You sure about this?” Rick asked, though his voice didn’t carry the weight of concern. It was more like a challenge, the kind of tone he used when he knew exactly how she’d answer.
Kim licked her lips, her fingers twitching at her sides. “There’s stuff I have to do.”
Rick smirked. “Like what?”
She didn’t answer right away, her gaze flickering toward the house. The old porch light buzzed, casting a sickly yellow glow over the peeling paint. “I called and told him. He’s expecting me.”
Rick pushed off the truck, stepping closer. His thumb brushed her bottom lip, pulling it down just enough to expose her teeth. “He said he’d behave.”
Kim laughed, the sound throaty and loose. “Since when does he ever?”
Rick’s grin turned darker. “Twenty minutes later, you were standing in his drive waving bye to me.”
She remembered that part, the way the night air had felt thick against her skin, the way her body had already been thrumming with the need for more—more touch, more heat, more of the kind of high that didn’t come from a bottle or a needle but from the way men looked at her when Rick let them.
---
The house smelled like stale cigarettes and old leather, the kind of scent that seeped into your clothes and refused to wash out. Kim flopped onto the couch, her dress riding up her thighs, her head spinning. The TV droned in the background, some late-night infomercial selling knives that could cut through a boot.
Her dad sat in his usual chair, the springs groaning under his weight. His eyes were on her, dark and heavy, the way they always were. She ignored him, kicking off her sandals and stretching her legs out. The fabric of her dress was thin, almost transparent in the right light, and she knew he was looking. She always knew.
“You look tired,” he said, his voice rough like sandpaper.
Kim shrugged. “Long night.”
He grunted, shifting in his seat. The bulge in his jeans was impossible to miss. She didn’t react. This was part of the game—the waiting, the pretending she didn’t see, didn’t want. But she did. God, she did.
---
Something woke her around three. The house was silent except for the hum of the refrigerator and the creak of the floorboards under slow, deliberate footsteps. Kim kept her eyes closed, her breathing steady. She could feel him before she saw him—the heat of his body, the stale scent of his breath.
The mattress dipped at the foot of the bed. She didn’t move. A zipper hissed, fabric rustled. Then the sound of skin against skin, the slow, wet slide of a hand working a cock.
Kim’s pulse kicked up. She could picture it perfectly—the way his veins stood out along the shaft, the way the head would be purpled and slick. Her mouth watered.
She cracked one eye open just enough to see. There he was, stroke after stroke, his free hand gripping the bedframe like he was trying to keep himself from climbing on top of her. His cock was thick, heavy, the tip already glistening.
Kim didn’t hesitate. She shifted, her lips parting, and before he could react, she took him in her mouth.
His groan was deep, guttural. “Fuck, girl.”
She didn’t answer, just hollowed her cheeks and took him deeper, her tongue swirling around the underside. He tasted like salt and musk, the kind of flavor that made her pussy clench. His hips jerked, and she let him, let him fuck her mouth in slow, shallow thrusts.
“That’s it,” he grunted, his fingers tangling in her hair. “Just like that.”
Kim moaned around him, the vibration making his cock twitch. She pulled back just enough to lick the tip, then took him all the way to the back of her throat. She gagged, but she didn’t stop.
---
He didn’t let her up for air. Not at first. But then his grip tightened, and he pulled her off with a wet pop. “You want more, don’t you?”
Kim wiped her mouth with the back of her hand, her lips swollen. “Yeah.”
He reached into his pocket and pulled out a syringe, the liquid inside catching the dim light. “I’ve got what you want.”
Kim’s breath hitched. She knew what that was. Knew the way it would burn going in, the way it would spread through her like fire, turning her skin electric, her nerves raw. She nodded, her body already aching for it.
“Give me your tit,” he said, his voice rough.
Kim didn’t hesitate. She yanked her dress down, freeing one breast, the nipple already hard and begging for it. He didn’t waste time. The needle pricked her skin, and she hissed as the liquid pushed in, the burn immediate and sharp.
“Play with your pussy while I do this,” he ordered, his thumb pressing against the plunger. “Everything’s gonna be right.”
Kim’s hand slid between her legs, her fingers finding her clit already slick and throbbing. She rubbed in slow circles, her hips lifting off the bed as the drug hit her system. It was like being lit from the inside out, every nerve ending screaming for touch, for friction, for more.
She came with a cry, her back arching, her pussy clenching around nothing. The orgasm ripped through her, but it wasn’t enough. It was never enough.
---
Her vision blurred, the room tilting. She could feel his hands on her, rough and demanding, flipping her onto her back. The sheets were cool against her skin, but she was burning up. “Oh fuck me,” she slurred, her words thick. “Fuck me.”
He didn’t need to be told twice. His weight settled between her thighs, his cock pressing against her entrance. And then he was inside her, filling her in one brutal thrust.
Kim screamed, her nails raking down his back. “Yes, yes, yes—”
He hammered into her, each snap of his hips driving her further into the mattress. The bed groaned under them, the headboard slamming against the wall. She could feel every inch of him, the way he stretched her, the way he hit that spot deep inside that made her see stars.
“Roll over, bitch,” he growled, pulling out with a wet sound.
Kim didn’t think—she just obeyed, flipping onto her stomach, her ass in the air. He didn’t waste time. His hands gripped her hips, his thumb pressing against her hole, and then he was inside her again, this time from behind.
“Fuck, Daddy,” she moaned, her voice breaking. “You’re the best dick I ever had. Fuck me harder.”
He did. His thighs slapped against hers, the sound obscene in the quiet room. His fingers dug into her flesh hard enough to leave bruises, and she loved it. Loved the pain, the way it mixed with the pleasure, the way it made her feel alive.
“You like that?” he grunted, his voice strained.
“Yes,” she gasped. “Don’t stop. Please don’t stop.”
His free hand snaked around her hip, his fingers finding her clit. He rubbed in tight, demanding circles, and Kim’s vision whited out. Another orgasm crashed over her, this one deeper, more violent. She screamed into the pillow, her body shaking, her pussy clamping down around him.
He groaned, his thrusts turning erratic. “Fuck, you’re tight.”
Kim could feel him swelling inside her, his cock pulsing. And then he came with a roar, his cum filling her, hot and thick. She milked him, her walls fluttering around him, drawing out every last drop.
He collapsed on top of her, his breath ragged, his sweat dripping onto her back. Kim didn’t move. She just lay there, her body thrumming, her mind still floating on the remnants of the high.
After a long moment, he pulled out, his cock glistening with their combined release. Kim whimpered at the loss, her pussy already aching for more.
He chuckled, low and dark. “Greedy little slut.”
Kim turned her head, her eyes heavy-lidded. “Don’t stop,” she murmured. “Please don’t stop.”
“You sure about this?” Rick asked, though his voice didn’t carry the weight of concern. It was more like a challenge, the kind of tone he used when he knew exactly how she’d answer.
Kim licked her lips, her fingers twitching at her sides. “There’s stuff I have to do.”
Rick smirked. “Like what?”
She didn’t answer right away, her gaze flickering toward the house. The old porch light buzzed, casting a sickly yellow glow over the peeling paint. “I called and told him. He’s expecting me.”
Rick pushed off the truck, stepping closer. His thumb brushed her bottom lip, pulling it down just enough to expose her teeth. “He said he’d behave.”
Kim laughed, the sound throaty and loose. “Since when does he ever?”
Rick’s grin turned darker. “Twenty minutes later, you were standing in his drive waving bye to me.”
She remembered that part, the way the night air had felt thick against her skin, the way her body had already been thrumming with the need for more—more touch, more heat, more of the kind of high that didn’t come from a bottle or a needle but from the way men looked at her when Rick let them.
---
The house smelled like stale cigarettes and old leather, the kind of scent that seeped into your clothes and refused to wash out. Kim flopped onto the couch, her dress riding up her thighs, her head spinning. The TV droned in the background, some late-night infomercial selling knives that could cut through a boot.
Her dad sat in his usual chair, the springs groaning under his weight. His eyes were on her, dark and heavy, the way they always were. She ignored him, kicking off her sandals and stretching her legs out. The fabric of her dress was thin, almost transparent in the right light, and she knew he was looking. She always knew.
“You look tired,” he said, his voice rough like sandpaper.
Kim shrugged. “Long night.”
He grunted, shifting in his seat. The bulge in his jeans was impossible to miss. She didn’t react. This was part of the game—the waiting, the pretending she didn’t see, didn’t want. But she did. God, she did.
---
Something woke her around three. The house was silent except for the hum of the refrigerator and the creak of the floorboards under slow, deliberate footsteps. Kim kept her eyes closed, her breathing steady. She could feel him before she saw him—the heat of his body, the stale scent of his breath.
The mattress dipped at the foot of the bed. She didn’t move. A zipper hissed, fabric rustled. Then the sound of skin against skin, the slow, wet slide of a hand working a cock.
Kim’s pulse kicked up. She could picture it perfectly—the way his veins stood out along the shaft, the way the head would be purpled and slick. Her mouth watered.
She cracked one eye open just enough to see. There he was, stroke after stroke, his free hand gripping the bedframe like he was trying to keep himself from climbing on top of her. His cock was thick, heavy, the tip already glistening.
Kim didn’t hesitate. She shifted, her lips parting, and before he could react, she took him in her mouth.
His groan was deep, guttural. “Fuck, girl.”
She didn’t answer, just hollowed her cheeks and took him deeper, her tongue swirling around the underside. He tasted like salt and musk, the kind of flavor that made her pussy clench. His hips jerked, and she let him, let him fuck her mouth in slow, shallow thrusts.
“That’s it,” he grunted, his fingers tangling in her hair. “Just like that.”
Kim moaned around him, the vibration making his cock twitch. She pulled back just enough to lick the tip, then took him all the way to the back of her throat. She gagged, but she didn’t stop.
---
He didn’t let her up for air. Not at first. But then his grip tightened, and he pulled her off with a wet pop. “You want more, don’t you?”
Kim wiped her mouth with the back of her hand, her lips swollen. “Yeah.”
He reached into his pocket and pulled out a syringe, the liquid inside catching the dim light. “I’ve got what you want.”
Kim’s breath hitched. She knew what that was. Knew the way it would burn going in, the way it would spread through her like fire, turning her skin electric, her nerves raw. She nodded, her body already aching for it.
“Give me your tit,” he said, his voice rough.
Kim didn’t hesitate. She yanked her dress down, freeing one breast, the nipple already hard and begging for it. He didn’t waste time. The needle pricked her skin, and she hissed as the liquid pushed in, the burn immediate and sharp.
“Play with your pussy while I do this,” he ordered, his thumb pressing against the plunger. “Everything’s gonna be right.”
Kim’s hand slid between her legs, her fingers finding her clit already slick and throbbing. She rubbed in slow circles, her hips lifting off the bed as the drug hit her system. It was like being lit from the inside out, every nerve ending screaming for touch, for friction, for more.
She came with a cry, her back arching, her pussy clenching around nothing. The orgasm ripped through her, but it wasn’t enough. It was never enough.
---
Her vision blurred, the room tilting. She could feel his hands on her, rough and demanding, flipping her onto her back. The sheets were cool against her skin, but she was burning up. “Oh fuck me,” she slurred, her words thick. “Fuck me.”
He didn’t need to be told twice. His weight settled between her thighs, his cock pressing against her entrance. And then he was inside her, filling her in one brutal thrust.
Kim screamed, her nails raking down his back. “Yes, yes, yes—”
He hammered into her, each snap of his hips driving her further into the mattress. The bed groaned under them, the headboard slamming against the wall. She could feel every inch of him, the way he stretched her, the way he hit that spot deep inside that made her see stars.
“Roll over, bitch,” he growled, pulling out with a wet sound.
Kim didn’t think—she just obeyed, flipping onto her stomach, her ass in the air. He didn’t waste time. His hands gripped her hips, his thumb pressing against her hole, and then he was inside her again, this time from behind.
“Fuck, Daddy,” she moaned, her voice breaking. “You’re the best dick I ever had. Fuck me harder.”
He did. His thighs slapped against hers, the sound obscene in the quiet room. His fingers dug into her flesh hard enough to leave bruises, and she loved it. Loved the pain, the way it mixed with the pleasure, the way it made her feel alive.
“You like that?” he grunted, his voice strained.
“Yes,” she gasped. “Don’t stop. Please don’t stop.”
His free hand snaked around her hip, his fingers finding her clit. He rubbed in tight, demanding circles, and Kim’s vision whited out. Another orgasm crashed over her, this one deeper, more violent. She screamed into the pillow, her body shaking, her pussy clamping down around him.
He groaned, his thrusts turning erratic. “Fuck, you’re tight.”
Kim could feel him swelling inside her, his cock pulsing. And then he came with a roar, his cum filling her, hot and thick. She milked him, her walls fluttering around him, drawing out every last drop.
He collapsed on top of her, his breath ragged, his sweat dripping onto her back. Kim didn’t move. She just lay there, her body thrumming, her mind still floating on the remnants of the high.
After a long moment, he pulled out, his cock glistening with their combined release. Kim whimpered at the loss, her pussy already aching for more.
He chuckled, low and dark. “Greedy little slut.”
Kim turned her head, her eyes heavy-lidded. “Don’t stop,” she murmured. “Please don’t stop.”