We drove in silence for about half an hour, finally arriving at a dark parking lot. Simon threw open the car door, and gestured that I follow him. I did. He took out a big bag from the car with him.
“What’s in the bag?” I asked.
He grinned at me. “Toys.” I felt a tingle pass through my body. What did he have in mind? I couldn’t help but fantasize about all the things he would do to me tonight.
“Let’s get started.” Simon said, pressing me against the hood of the car.
“Eager, ha?” I teased, as he slipped his hand under my skirt.
“Oh…” he smiled. “Look at that…a surprise.”
Two of his fingers started rubbing against my pussy as he slowly slipped his tongue in my mouth. We made out for quite a bit, before he slid his fingers inside me. I pushed my head back, moaning, excited as his fingers were digging through my pussy. He suddenly pulled out.
“Time for the toys babe.” He said, opening his bag.
“What do you have in there?”
Simon pulled out a pair of handcuff.
“Come ‘ere.” He said, pulling me towards the car door.
He turned me around, so that I would face the car and pushed me against it. I let out a yelp, but before I could, Simon cuffed my hands to the door handles.
“Oh my. What are you gonna do now?” I teased.
“You’ll see sexy.” He said, slapping my ass.
He took something else out of the bag.
“Hey babe…” He said. “You have a problem with filming?”
“What?!” I screamed. “No way…We’re not filming.”
Simon smirked, placing the camera in front of me.
“Simon, I’m serious…No filming!” I kept screaming. Simon just kept smirking and tinkering with the camera.
“Smile babe.” He said, as the camera started filming.
“Simon turn that off!” I yelled, tugging on the handcuffs trying to break free.
Simon moved behind me, and put his hands on my hips.
“Easy babe.” He said, gently massaging me. “It’ll be fine. You’re gonna be a movie star.” He slowly pressed me against the car and kissed my neck.
I started struggling harder, attempting to push him off.
“Babe…” he said, somewhat aggressively. “You’re kinda pissing me off now. Just relax.” He said, quietly, pushing his hands beneath my shirt, and gently rubbing my breasts and nipples.
In my struggles, I pushed my head back, harshly smacking the back of it against Simon’s nose. He tripped over and fell down.
While he was down, I attempted to break free of the restraints. But I was too slow. Simon was on his feet and gripping my hair from behind.
“You fucking bitch!” he screamed. “I give you the time of your life and this is how you repay me?!” he ripped the clothes off of me and left me cuffed and naked. “I was gonna be gentle with you, but you don’t deserve gentle, you filthy whore.”
He took his cock out and quickly shoved it in my pussy. I cried out, but he choked my screams with his hand, pushing his fingers down my throat. He fucked me, harder than I’ve ever been fucked before. Tears filled my eyes and poured down my face. He slapped my ass, as his cock was ravishing my pussy. It was no longer the playful, fun, teasing slaps. He was really hurting me…and yet…I still enjoyed every second of it. I knew it was wrong, but I couldn’t help it. It was exciting, dangerous.
It took about 10 minutes, for Simon to break me. I started moaning, crying in pleasure, begging him for more. And he gave it to me. He unleashed his load, blowing it all off in my womb. I cried out as the, now familiar, orgasmic pleasure took over my body again. Simon stepped off and uncuffed me.
“Anything you wanna say slut?” he said, angry, as I fell to my knees.
I looked up at him. I was quiet for a few seconds, looking up at his, amazingly gorgeous, body.
“Y…yes.” I mumbled.
“What is it?” he shouted.
“I…Thank you for…”
Before I could finish what I had to say, he shoved his cock in my face.
“Don’t thank me with words slut. Thank me with actions.”
I put the cock in my mouth and got to work. I used my mouth, to clean every inch of Simon’s delicious cock. He grabbed my hair, as I was working.
“You’re my slut Thea. REMEMBER THAT!”
“Yes…I know.” I said, quietly, with his cock in my mouth. I could feel his cock getting hard again, in my mouth. He pulled me up.
“Ready for round two?!” he asked.
I looked at him, lustfully. As if he really needed to ask.
We stayed at that parking lot all night, fucking in every position Simon could think of…filming the whole thing. And I loved every single minute of it.
The sun was already up, when Simon and I were driving back home. We both were quiet. We arrived at Simon’s parent’s driveway.
“Look.” He said. “Things got a little…out of hand.”
“It’s fine…” I cut him off. “Just go…and…” I fell silent for a second, and looked away from Simon. “…I’ll see you tomorrow.”
I wasn’t looking, but I could feel Simon’s smirk. He was proud of himself. He was proud of making me his little whore.
That was around 9 months ago. I am in the hospital now, giving birth to my child. A child that I, and my now-husband, Josh will be raising together. I hope Josh never finds out about what I’ve been doing, and what I’ll likely continue to do, with his brother. I also hope he never finds out whose son Josh Jr. really is.
Source: reddit.com/r/sexystories/comments/3eb4ny/a_harlots_story_part_iv_final_part_mf_mdom_filming