Chapter 1

This story I am telling you does not start at the beginning. The beginning is a story by itself and a different tale from what I want to tell you today. My story begins with the arrival of a text message.

It was approximately 20 years ago, on a Wednesday afternoon around 4 PM, when I received a message from Erika Frya.

“Can I come over tonight?”

That was all it said.

Before I continue the style, I should explain my history with Erika.

Erika and I used to date. It was a little over a year before the message I received that day. We dated for about six months. The sex was very good, but It turned out that we were not compatible on a relationship level. And so we split up.

However, every few weeks Erika would get an itch. An itch that she wanted me to scratch. Did I mention that we were very sexually compatible?

Anyway, you get the point. There was no way I was going to say no.

I responded to her message along the lines of: “Sure. What time are you planning to arrive?”

Her response came swiftly: “7:30.”

As I made my way home from work, I stopped to purchase a bottle of sparkling wine and prepared the house for Erika’s visit. I also freshened up a bit.

Erika often frequented my place as she shared an apartment with her sister, who preferred staying indoors. Meeting at my place was more convenient. I resided in a house that felt too spacious for just one occupant, with only a dog as my companion.

The doorbell rang at around 8’o o’clock. Punctuality was not Erika’s forte, one of our many disparities. Erika greeted me warmly with a casual ‘Hey bud, I missed you’ to which I responded with a quick peck on the cheek.

I don’t remember what she wore, but it would be something like this: a dark outfit like a maroon and black skirt, an equally dark t-shirt with some text or reference to some indie band, and a lot of accessories.

During our high school years, Erika had embraced the goth style, a style that had persisted over time. Her wardrobe remained dominated by dark attire, complemented by heavy, dark makeup. She maintained her signature short, dark bob haircut, often paired with sneakers for comfort. Additionally, she wore multiple earrings, a characteristic feature of her style.

The dark color of her hair was not natural; she had been dyeing it for quite some time, along with her eyebrows. This contrasted sharply with her light skin tone, enhancing the overall look she aimed for.

As Erika made her way from the front door to the living room, we engaged in casual chit-chat about inconsequential matters. Before her arrival, I had already poured the sparkling wine into some inexpensive plastic glasses. Neither of us was particularly fussy about these types of things. Erika wasted no time in picking one up and promptly downing half of its contents.

She leaned against the bar with the drinks.

“What was the last time you uh...”. Erika moved with her hand simulating masturbation and an exploding orgasm.

I laughed. While I am more of an introvert, Erika is not. She can be outspoken and direct. Her personality is, despite her appearance, very cheerful and bubbly.

“Last night”, I responded.

“Well, in that case, we first will need to deal with that before we can get to the main course,”

Erika said that as she took off her shoes. She didn’t stop there. Once her shoes were off, her skirt was next to go, dropping it on the floor as she walked to the master bedroom.

Throughout our relationship, she had practically lived at my place, so she was familiar with the layout. I hadn’t changed anything since our break-up so she knew exactly where everything was.

I picked up her skirt from the floor and placed it on the bar as I followed her into the bedroom. Erika wasn’t wasting any time and had taken off the rest of her clothes and left them at various places in the room. I collected them and neatly arranged them on the dresser.

From the corner of my eye, I watched her go butt naked into the master bathroom and come back out with a large dark towel.

Let me describe Erika for you, although she hasn’t changed much over the years.

Erika is about 5 foot 2 in size. Her body doesn’t have a pound of fat or extra muscle mass. Unfortunately, that also meant that she had very few curves. Her boobs are a B cup on a generous day. For this reason, she rarely wore a bra unless it was to make her boobs look bigger. She didn’t have much of a butt to speak of either.

Her body was covered with a variety of black and white tattoos and sported a clit piercing. She also had nipple piercings back when we dated but had removed those at some point.

I would not say Erika was my type appearance-wise. We met in the restaurant where she worked and still works as a waitress. She was nice and I was lonely. I asked her out and we fucked on the first date. If that hadn’t happened we may have never seen each other again as we didn’t have much in common. But the sex was great and so we continued going on dates. Most of those dates involved little food and a lot of sex. I think we both were okay with that.

Anyway, back to that day.

Erika had placed the towel on the ground and placed herself on top of it. She was sitting on her knees and waiting patiently for me to undress. As soon as I was undressed, she waved me over seductively.

I walked over and stood in front of Erika. She took my cock in her hand and put the tip in her mouth, and gave it a few quick licks. My cock responded right away and grew to a full erection.

“Hi big fellow, glad to see you”, Erika said with a soft voice, clearly speaking to my penis. The term ‘big fellow’ was a compliment. My penis is nothing special. It has a decent girth but is average length-wise.

She moved her head forward and put my cock as deep as she could into her mouth and kept it there. I could feel my cock against the back of her throat. She kept it in place long enough for tears to appear. She looked up at me with fiery eyes.

“Use me like I owe you some money”, she said with a naughty look. Her speech had a melodic rhythm and she moved her upper body to the cadence of her words.

I positioned my hands at the back of her head and moved her head towards me, forcing my cock again deep inside her mouth. I watched my cock disappear in her mouth and pushed until her forehead touched my stomach. I could hear a gagging noise as I reached the back of her throat.

She wrapped her hands around my waist and grabbed both my buttcheeks. I remember one of her fingers pleasantly pressing against my butthole. She tightened her grip, forcing my cock to even go deeper in her mouth. I could now feel her nose pressing against my hip.

She held me like that for 30 seconds before releasing the pressure and allowing her head to move backward. I could see some tears rolling down her face, leaving dark streaks caused by her cheap makeup.

My hands grabbed the roots of her hair and used the grip to bob her head on my cock. I made sure to touch the back of her throat with each push.

Erika was gasping for breath as I was fucking her face and was making all sorts of gurgling noises. Just think of a porn video with a name like “Tiny goth girl gets her face destroyed”, cause that would be an accurate title for what we were doing.

My cock was sliding in and out of her mouth as I was using her face as a masturbation device. This was not Erika’s first rodeo and she was doing a great job keeping her teeth away from cock as I tried to force my cock down her throat.

I could see a thick layer of slime on cock as she was gagging on my cock. Snot was coming out of her nose adding more lubrication to the process. I was not showing her any mercy and kept fucking her mouth as fast as I could. I knew she didn’t want it to be any different.

In my head, I was imagining somebody watching this scene as evidence of the rape. In reality, she was a very willing participant who was using her hands to push me deeper into her throat whenever I stopped pushing. But for an outsider, it might appear very different.

That mental image pushed me over the edge. I took out my cock and unloaded myself on her face. Squirt after squirt landed on her forehead, nose, and cheeks as she was catching her breath trying to make up for the lost air.

The tears and make-up had made a mess of her face and my orgasm had only made it worse. The combination of slime, snot, and tears with the globs of cum made quite the picture. The smeared makeup had created dark outlines on her face, creating an even more dramatic effect.

Erika’s mouth blew me a small air kiss that said ‘thank you’ as I helped her get back on her feet. The ‘thank you’ was not just for helping her get up, but most likely, was also for not coming in her mouth. Today, I had been nice to her and had unloaded on her face. She was not a fan of cum in her mouth but would swallow whenever she was put in that situation.

Erika walked over to her phone and snapped a quick selfie of her destroyed face.

“Do you want me to send it to you?”, she asked.

“Yes please”. I answered. She had not waited for my answer as I heard my phone ping in the other room as I had said it.

“Here your honor, evidence #1”, I said as I looked at the picture, mimicking a lawyer in court presenting the evidence for a rape case.

She made a sound of annoyance with her mouth. She didn’t like my joke.

We had made many videos and taken many pictures of our escapades during our short relationship, and many of them contained brutal scenes. However, there was more than enough evidence that she was a very willing and active participant in all those videos, so I was not worried.

Erika wasn’t worried either about the pictures I had. She had no political or other aspirations that would be ruined by a sex tape and was very comfortable with her naked body and sexuality being out there. She had put some of them online herself on various websites, just for fun and giggles and sometimes to see what responses it would get.

Some videos had attracted some weirdos but she had not let that deter her. In the past, she had read the responses to me. They had varied from nice compliments to men describing in great detail how they wanted to rape and torture her. It sometimes made me nervous hearing it, but she laughed it away and saw it more as inspirational. Welcome to Erika’s twisted mind.