I can’t breathe. I can’t breathe. What’s going on? Who is this? I can’t breathe.
A hand was over her mouth, a strange, unfamiliar hand. Another was cutting away her clothes. A voice was whispering to her.
Shh. Keep your fucking mouth shut.
She couldn’t have spoken even if she wanted to. His hand was pushing down on her mouth so hard that she could feel her teeth digging into the insides of her lips.
What’s going on?
She was in shock, everything was in slow motion. She felt him rip her shirt open, and an eternity later, her pants followed. He threw her pants to the side and left her shirt open. She could see his silhouette kneeling over her. She could feel his body heat radiating off of him. She could feel his intentions, as if they were on the same brainwave. And she was scared. Aroused, but scared and confused. She felt his eyes on her, taking in every inch of her. Every curve, every wrinkle of skin, everything. And she knew that he was pleased with what he saw. She knew what he wanted from her, and oddly enough, she wanted to give it to him. He stared at her for what felt like hours, but it was probably only second before telling her what he wanted.
Open your legs.
She obeyed.
Good girl.
He ran one finger over the lips of her pussy.
Mmmm, he nodded approvingly, and she could hear the smirk in his moan.
I thought you would put up a fight. I was wrong. Clearly you want it just as much as I do.
She tried to shake her head, but he moved his hand from her mouth and grabbed her jaws, nodding her head for her, still tracing her folds.
You want it, don’t you?
She mumbled a noise that was supposed to be a “no,” but it came out sounding more like a groan. He nodded her head again.
You want it, don’t you, slut?
Before she could defy him again, he shoved himself inside of her, and she let out a moan. She couldn’t tell if it was a moan of pleasure or pain, maybe both. He leaned down so that his nose was touching hers, and she could feel lips close to hers.
You want it, right?
She nodded.
Good girl. That’s my good slut, look at you catching on.
She nodded again as he began thrusting in and out of her. She could feel him deep inside of her. She still hasn’t decided if she wanted him or not, but it seemed like he had made that decision for her. She clearly had no say in the matter, and, as ashamed as she was about it, she was okay with it. She had always fantasized about a moment like this, but had always been ashamed of the fantasy. He continued thrusting as he moved his hand away from her face and to her throat. With the other hand, he grabbed her tit and squeezed more aggressively than she had ever felt. The harder he squeezed her throat and her tit, the wetter she could feel herself getting. Then the closer she could feel him getting inside of her. She could feel tensing and twitching in her, and she was prepared for him to cum in her, but he pulled out at the last second. He took his hand off her tit and grabbed her hair, pulling her down to meet him as he moved towards her face. He pushed himself into her mouth, and she started sucking him like her life depended on it, which was entirely possible. She could feel him twitching again as he pushed himself deeper into her throat and released. She had no option but to take it, and she wasn’t complaining about it. She felt his cum slide down her throat as he pushed himself off of her. He still straddled her, and still held her throat, but not as aggressively as he recovered.
Good girl. That’s my good slut. Now was that so bad?
No, sir.
Right answer. Now what do you say?
Thank you.
Thank you what?
Thank you, sir.
Good girl.
As she thanked him, she could feel him grow hard against her again. She started squirming away, hoping that he would stop her. He tightened his grip on her throat until she was gasping for any kind of air. He held on for just a second longer, then released just as she thought that she was going to pass out. She had never been so thankful for air, and as she breathed it in, he pushed himself inside of her pussy again.
Fuck!
He thrusted in and out of her, faster, more urgent than before. She moaned with each thrust, louder each time, until he covered her mouth like he had when he first entered her room.
I thought I told you to keep your fucking mouth shut
I’m sorry sir.
You better fucking be. Turn over.
He pulled himself out of her and turned her onto her stomach before she could do it herself. He pulled her legs up and pushed them forward, and she finished getting into position. She knew that he wanted her ass in the air, as high up as it would go, so that’s what she did. He slapped it, watching her skin change to red. He had left almost an entire handprint from that one slap. He began rubbing her pussy again, giving her ass a slap every time she looked like she was enjoying herself too much. He took his tip and rubbed it against her wetness, moving up to her ass. He pushed against the entrance gently, and as she began to moan into her mattress, he grabbed her hips and slammed them into him, forcing her to take all of him at once. He grabbed a fistful of her hair, shoved her face into the mattress to muffle any sound she made, and started slamming her hips back onto him over and over. She had never been fucked in the ass before, and she didn’t know if it was more pleasurable or painful. All she knew is that he didn’t care which it was, he wanted her ass and she was going to let him have it. She was going to let him have whatever he wanted. Like he had said, she was his slut now. His good girl. Maybe she was demented for enjoying the experience so much. Maybe she was just as messed up as him. He did break into her house and took advantage of her. And she had been enjoying it. This was her fantasy, and it had finally come true. There was finally a man that was treating her like she slut she bad always known that she was, pounding her ass, stretching her, filling her, fucking her without any concern for her. Using her for his pleasure, and his pleasure alone. She reached down and began rubbing her pussy as he fucked her ass. He still had her face pushed into the mattress to stop her from making sounds, and she took advantage. She moaned into her sheets as she brought herself closer to cumming. All of a sudden, he stopped everything he was doing, and she did too. He pulled her hair back, bringing her head closer to him. He leaned down to her ear, and she could feel his breath on the back of her neck.
What do you think you’re doing?
What do you mean?
You know exactly what I mean. Touching yourself without my permission? Who the fuck do you think you are?
I’m sorry, sir.
Show me how sorry you are, slut.
He let go of her hair and grabbed her throat, pulling her back even more. He began thrusting in and out of her again, cumming soon after. She felt his cum fill her ass, and felt it run out of her as he pulled out. As soon he was out of her and had released her throat, she turned to face him and took him into her mouth. He immediately started getting hard again, and, like before, she sucked him like her life depended on it. He grabbed her hair and dragged her off the bed, never letting himself slip out of her mouth. Once she was on her knees on the floor, he climbed off the bed himself and stood in front of her. He gripped the back of her neck with his other hand and pushed into her throat, even deeper than he had the first time. He wasn’t letting her slow down or take any breaks, not even for air. She felt her teeth hit the inside of her mouth each time he hit the back of her throat. She was having trouble breathing, and she felt like she may throw up, she was coughing and her body was trying to gag, but he didn’t care. All he cared about at that moment was cumming. Tears started to run down her face and he rammed it into his pelvis, and she was trying to push him away. The more and more she fought, though, the closer he got, until he finally couldn’t take it anymore. He pulled her hair forward, and shoved the back of her head towards him so that she couldn’t move at all, and came in her throat. She felt it move down to her stomach again, but she was mainly just happy to be able to breathe. He pulled himself out of her mouth and sat down on the bed.
Good girl.
Thank you sir.
Get on the bed.
Yes sir.
She climbed off of the floor onto the bed, and sat down beside of him.
Lay down.
She obeyed.
Spread your legs.
Yes sir.
He knelt in the floor in front of her and pulled her closer to the edge. He wrapped her legs around his neck, bringing his face closer to her pussy. He refrained from touching her for a moment, letting her simply feel his breath on her. She squirmed, trying to bring herself to his mouth.
Stay still.
Yes sir.
He gently ran his tongue over her pussy, barely touching it at all. Just enough to tease her. She managed to stay still like he had told her to, but it was difficult. She did let out a small moan, though, so quiet she didn’t think that he would be able to hear it. He did, and began licking her with more intensity. More determination. He wanted to make her cum for him now, and she had every intention of doing so. Every so often, he would stop licking and suck on her clit for a moment or two, just enough to make her moan again, then he would start licking again. Not long after he had begun, her body started tensing uncontrollably.
Cum for me, slut.
She didn’t even have the opportunity to respond to his command before her body began spasming. She let out a sound like never before, she wouldn’t even call it a moan. It was almost a scream. A feeling of ecstasy washed over her as he continued licking her until she finished coming down from what was the best orgasm of her life
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