End of the series! Although if people like a more non-con ending I might make an alt ending.
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One hand clasped Grace’s wrist, the other held the base of his shaft tightly as Max slapped his veiny, thick cock against her resistant pussy.
“What the fuck is wrong with you!” The usually confident teen had been reduced to desperation, wiggling her hips to try to evade Max’s slow but menacing grinding. “This is so fucked!” Her back arched, lifting her plump rear off the dirty locker room floor. The lustful boy leaned forward, pushing grace back against the floor. She glared at him, furious that he kept teasing her tiny clit with the full length of his dick.
“You’re gonna like it,” he replied, letting go of his penis to squeeze Grace’s enormous breast. He kept sliding up and down against the cheerleader’s swollen pussy, his abs pressing against her soft belly. Grace continued her resistance, but under his weight there was no escape. The peeping tom’s hand finally slid up from Grace’s cloud-like breast and gripped her neck.
“Umph,” she groaned. “Please—“ she was cut off by Max’s lips pressing against hers, his tongue occupying her mouth as he tightened his grip. His crush could only whine as her glossy lips met with his. She could barely breathe, the frightening sight of Max’s flushed face pressed against hers almost as restrictive as the squeeze he gave her throat.
Max pulled back and grinned at his victim’s teary eyed, spit covered face. Grace panted, desperately trying to catch her breath. She couldn’t keep resisting in the moment—with each deep breath she felt his burning penis twitch against her leaking hole.
*Why the fuck am I so wet??* she thought. She looked down at her neatly shaven, freshly cleaned cunt. Max followed her gaze and stopped grinding against her, leaving his menacing dick to rest restlessly between Grace’s legs.
Instinctively, almost subconsciously, Grace rolled her hips. Her sweet, tiny clit that this creep had unfairly recorded her teasing was now desperately circling against his manhood. She couldn’t look back up at him. She knew he was leering at her, vindicated and arrogant that he was right. Grace *did* like it. She *needed* it. But she kept her eyes down, Max’s grip still resting below her chin, as she grimaced and moaned and panted and squealed.
“I fucking told you,” the smug deviant said, leaning Grace’s head back to look at him. She averted her gaze, the desperate, scared look replaced with one of determination as she kept avoiding Max’s piercing eyes.
“You want it,” he whispered. Max relinquished his tight grip on Grace’s hands to grab his phone. He held it above his head, looking up as he began recording the scene of his body oppressing hers. With her hands freed, the blushing girl immediately moved brought both of them down to her waist.
*Now I can get him off me!* she thought. But she didn’t. Instead, two delicate fingers spread her thin lips, opening her passage Max threatened to invade. Her other hand expertly tilted the fleshy, pulsating spear, pointing it toward her entrance.
“Look at this fucking slut!” Max laughed, looking up at the camera as if he was taking a selfie. Grace’s eyes shot up and widened as she saw herself weak and afraid yet aroused and eager on the small screen. “She’s so fucking desperate,” Max laughed before turning back to face her.
Grace hesitated. *Don’t do this…* She shuddered, both from fear and excitement. But before she could decide whether to invite her stalker into her warm, enticing embrace, she felt her grasp break and a resonating quake overtake her body. She leaned up and looked down to see Max had thrust inside her impatiently.
A mix of rage and satisfaction overcame her. Max was teasing the defenseless girl, his girth staying put inside her as he stared back at her shocked expression. The camera spied coldly at the two of them from overhead, their glistening bodies and emotional expressions recorded for posterity.
“You fucking piece of shit!” Grace slapped at him weakly. She wasn’t sure if it was lack of strength or desire that kept her from hitting hard. After a moment, with feigned resignation, the conflicted teen laid back and crossed her arms, giving the camera a pristine view of the most desired breasts in the school. “Well…” she couldn’t believe it. “What’re you waiting for?”
Max smiled at the camera knowingly. *She’s mine.*
“Here,” he provoked. “You do it.” He handed his phone to Grace, her hands now freely holding the very object she’d pursued that led to this. She could easily smash it, or text the evidence to herself, or delete the videos. But she stared back at the glowing light, appreciating her bare chest and messy face.
Without a word, Grace lifted the camera above her head, her upside down body fully visible beneath Max’s imposing figure. Her eyes were empty, but her heaving chest and rosy cheeks gave away her secret. *Why am I liking this?* she asked herself guiltily.
Max gave his usual smug smile to the camera before turning back to face Grace. She looked back at him coldly. Swiftly, his hands clasped her slim waist. *Finally,* they thought in unison.
The perverted teen got his way. He started violently, ruthlessly thrusting against the defeated girl. Each stroke brought his satisfied head out, almost as if it wanted to get a look at the conquered sensation for itself. And each stroke brought a punishing finish deep against Grace’s insides. It hurt, but the ecstasy masked it too well. Against her wishes she’d let out moans and whimpers, from pain and pleasure, as the muscled boy toyed with her body.
He let go of her hips when he wanted to really shame her. Once he put his hands behind his head to show off his body to the camera as he kept pumping Grace full. Then he bent over and choked her again, giving light slaps to her bright pink face.
After that, he pushed one hand against Grace’s pelvis to hold her in place as he grabbed, pinched, slapped, and sucked the most sought after pair of senior tits in the high school. Max tossed Grace around like a doll, and she complied, skillfully maneuvering the camera to maintain its voyeuristic view of the steamy scene unfolding below.
Finally, after a series of deep, harsh strokes that crushed the petite slut’s body against the floor, she surrendered. Her body writhed, eyes fluttered. Moans now emanated loudly from the locker room, echoing around the two foes. Her legs spasmed. Her tongue hung out as she panted. Her abs squeezed, butt clenched, the tight hole Max abused closed tighter and tighter as Grace was finally finished. Shaking from her unsteady arms, the phone caught the scene below as Grace convulsed in ecstasy and disgust, the overwhelming satisfaction enrapturing her inexperienced and vanquished body.
As the aftershocks pulsed throughout Grace’s body, Max decided he’d had his fill. He calmly slipped the camera out of her exhausted hands and exited her newly christened slit. Crouching over the defeated girl’s subdued, unprotesting face, he pressed the button to flip the camera.
The screen stared at him as it recorded Grace’s knowing expression and the restless sword glistening in Max’s hand. He tilted his leaking cock at his victim’s face—she didn’t even blink. Finally, after all these years of sneaking pictures in the halls, of perusing her Instagram late at night, of fantasizing about moments like this, the time had come.
Grace let the waterfall strike her without flinching. In fact, the girl did her part—her weak hands reached up to assist, one massaging the shuddering boy’s taut sack as the other helped point and milk the throbbing, spraying manhood that had so callously stolen from her. Her breasts and face were struck with string after string of warm slime. She felt the hot burn of her friend-turned-owner’s cum sizzle on her dewy skin. Max pumped and pumped in her hands, furiously scowling at her as he huffed and grunted. Each explosion felt better than the last, each of the two feeling more and more like this was Grace’s place.
It felt like it lasted for hours. The boy was lightheaded and dehydrated by the end while Grace was submerged in boiling guilt she could never shower off. She stared vacantly at the camera as Max stood up proudly. He paused and then spit in her face one last time. She figured she deserved it.
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As Max got dressed, his phone safely tucked in his pocket, Grace laid still on the floor, seemingly glued down by the dripping semen she’d rejected and delighted. The boy packed his bag and closed his locker. Before leaving, he stood over Grace, his arms crossed as he looked down at her with disdain. He shook his head as he turned away, confident the docile girl now knew her place.
Max smirked as he walked through the door. Grace stared up at the foreign ceiling.
*Why,* they both thought, one with bemusement and the other with remorse. *Am I like this?*
Source: reddit.com/r/sexystories/comments/r21ex3/locker_room_peep_part_3_mf_nc_voy_mast_mdom