I was hoping Dores not at home but there she was in her room with her assignments. I couldn’t be kinky with Ben until she closed the door to sleep.
Ben, however, was not at home yet anyway. I had a quick dinner with whatever snack I found from Lidl on the way back and stayed in my room to check the photos I used today.
In fact, when he got home, he was surprised to see that I was leaving my door unlocked, but he didn’t ask to get in. Only after I walked out to drink some water then we bumped into each other in the kitchen. He was drinking a glass of wine.
“That’s my wine,” I said, spontaneously, but apparently he didn’t know or had forgotten when did he last bought a bottle of wine for himself.
“Oh sorry!” he responded, wanting to put the bottle of wine in the fridge. “I’ll pay back.”
“It’s fine, I bought it on sale. It’s just that you opened it, so you better finish it in 3 days or else it will just taste like vinegar.”
I took the bottle from him and poured the wine for myself. I sighed in contentment, after enjoying its aftertaste.
What’s better than a good glass of wine after a hard day? I thought.
“Want some more?” I offered to him.
“No, thanks,” he said. I poured some more wine and pretended dropping the stopper on the floor. I picked it up bending down, hoping that would catch his intention.
That didn’t seem to take effect on him at all. Not even while I was in short skirt.
“Fine,” I shrugged and left the kitchen bringing the whole bottle with me.
I waited until 11pm. No Ben knocking on my door asking if I was okay.
11.30pm, I heard Dores heading to sleep after using the bathroom.
Midnight. Nothing. I could see the light coming from Ben’s room, meaning he was still awake. Unless, he fell asleep with the light on.
I sent him a text. “Are you awake?”
He responded immediately. “Still checking some papers. Do you need me?”
“Can I come in?” I texted back, while I was already in front of his door, waiting for him to reply ‘yes’. As soon as he did, I walked in, closing the door and went sitting next to him on the bed, where he was working on his laptop.
“I thought you hate me now,” he said.
I snorted and laughed. “I want to get to know you.”
He put his laptop to sleep and turned to me. “Alright. What do you want to know?”
I raised my eyebrows and started thinking. “Are you gay?”
“No! Hell no!”
“So why did Dores say you never had a girlfriend?”
“I don’t have time for girlfriends,” he replied. “Honest. Just look, do you think I have spare time to look for a girlfriend?”
He was telling the truth. With the kind of job he had, he barely had the time to shave his face.
“Okay. But there are girls in your workplace, right?” I asked.
He started laughing. “If there’s one girl willing to come home covered in dust, rubble, smelling like the gas station.. I’d be more than happy to make her my wife.”
I grabbed his hand. “Come, I wanna show you something.”
I pulled him to my room. And then I checked for some photos on my laptop. “Not here,” I said, and went on my phone instead.
“This is my ex girlfriend.”
That was a picture of the girl I used to date before coming to Portugal. She was now covering her head with hijab, a mark of her religion as a Muslim.
“So, you’re a lesbian?” He assumed.
“No! I’m bisexual. But isn’t she pretty?”
Then I told him how she decided to break up with me because of one night’s dream about God and she felt like she should repent. Be straight and be a true believer of her religion.
“The kind of girl you’d totally bang,” I added with a hint of frustration.
“No, I wouldn’t,” Ben said. “She’s religious with head covering and stuff..”
“Yeah so like you wouldn’t find a nun in that church sexually attractive to you?”
“Don’t say like that,” he warned me.
“I’d like Jesus to do me if he exists.”
“Don’t say these words.”
“I bet that virgin Mary was not so virgin after all.”
“STOP IT!” The moment I heard that, Ben pushed me on the bed, pinning me down with the weight of his body. There we go, I thought. He has some kind of fetish towards religious, head covering chicks who are disobedient.
I hushed him, and touched his face gently. “Calm down,” I said. “Don’t get so mad.”
No, he wasn’t mad. He was driven by lust, something he couldn’t control and didn’t know how to. Instead of resisting, I let him do whatever he wanted with me. After all, after all this, he’d be on his knees, filled with regrets while seeking my forgiveness.
Surprisingly, he hesitated at some point and looked sharp into my eyes. “No, I can’t do this, I can’t keep doing this.”
Oh, poo, I thought. I wanted to try out the stuff I bought from the sex shop so bad.
“Well, if you chill..”
“No, I can’t,” he said. “When it hurt you, it hurt me too. You said you felt like there were cuts, I felt like I had minor cuts around my dick and I didn’t even know how to check.”
“But if you go gently?” I suggested.
“No.. it’s still wrong,” he said.
I sighed. “Fine. You Catholics are party poopers.”
That triggered him to climb on top of me again to accept my challenge. Without any delays, he just pressed the tip of his dick against the opening of my vagina and tried to slide it inside.
He made a loud noise with frowns on his face. I started feeling it tight all over again, just like last time, trying to feel any pleasure it in but I couldn’t.
“Stop, Ben, that’s too big,” I begged.
He wasn’t listening. He went in, inch by inch. I told him I was being stupid and didn’t mean it, but he refused to obey.
To him, I was making delicious sounds that invited him to penetrate me even deeper.
“Ben.. ahhhh.. stop!”
I couldn’t move. Too scared to move any muscle or my own legs. While hearing the sounds of his balls slamming against me, I covered my eyes with my arm, trying to endure and take it all.
Sex was supposed to be a pleasure, but it was ruined by him.
“Oh God,” he released a loud sigh, after pulling out and coming on me, leaving trails from my face to my stomach.
I wanted to punish him, but I ended up being punished.
As he lied next to me, I told him to stay. For once, he looked at me like he genuinely cared. He cleaned me up, went to the bathroom and returned to spend the night with me.
That’s when I found out Ben is actually a heavy sleeper after sex. He wouldn’t be bothered by any sounds at all. The first time, I heard him snoring.
I thought that was kinda cute, that he snored so much nobody probably had ever told him how loud and annoying that was. I didn’t give a damn about it. I woke up around 4.30 am to carefully cuffed his hands, attaching them to the bed frame and putting the cock rings on him.
His dick started getting hard again on its own, probably from my touch. I realized it was about 4 to 5 inches when it wasn’t hard, and that made a lot of sense why that thing almost killed me.
Whatever. I went to sleep in his room and woke up earlier than he did in the morning. Went straight to find Lin, didn’t bother checking on him at all. However, it had become a habit for me, to constantly look at my phone for Twitter updates and maybe, texts from Ben.
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