Lying on the bed in just pants and a t-shirt I idly consider playing with myself. But I know you’ll be home soon, and I’d rather save myself for you. So when I hear the door go, I rush downstairs to meet you. Throwing my arms around you wildly I push you against the door, kissing you fervently until you pick me up and carry me back to the bedroom.
I’m thrown onto the bed, from which I have a delightful view of your broad chest as you strip off your pants and t-shirt. Excitement overtakes me and I pull you down, pinning you to the bed. I can feel the tension rise as I straddle you, erection hard against my wet panties.
You push me off, and we grapple for dominance. But you’re bigger and stronger than me, so no matter how much I wriggle and squirm, I end up pinned beneath you. Your breath is hard and ragged on the back of my neck. I twist, trying to escape, but your hand wraps round the back of my neck and forces me back onto the bed. A trickle of fear runs through me, there is no escape.
You press a knee into the small of my back and I struggle harder. Fear rips through me as you tear my panties off and shove them in my mouth. I try to beg you to stop. I try to kick and thrash, but that just gives you an opening to slide between my legs using your weight to trap me under you. You then start to push my legs open with your knees, leaving my wet pussy exposed. The dirty panties in my mouth muffle my screams.
Then you force yourself inside me, ramming, bruising the softest parts of me. I know it’s pointless, but I still struggle against you, squirming beneath you. Then my body betrays me, the wetness and excitement I felt earlier react to your hard cock pounding inside me, using me to satiate your hunger. I go still in shock, and you pause. “You like it, don’t you, you dirty little whore”, as you pinch my nipples to the point of pain and pull your hard, wet cock out of me.
I shudder, trying to protest, but you laugh as you push your way into my asshole. I’ve never felt so violated, I’m just here for you to use me for your pleasure, and I have no way to stop you. I lie still and whimper for fear of doing more damage to myself by struggling. You use me to satisfy your lust, fucking me hard, using my hair as an anchor to force yourself deeper inside me.
I can barely even comprehend what you’re doing to me, but my body is reacting, and I feel the heat building inside me. Your breathing quickens. Before I can move, you’ve pulled out, turned me over and have one hand on my throat. With horror I see that your other hand is pumping your cock, and I desperately try to twist away.
Your cum hits me. Warm and wet, it spatters across my chest and face. A drop clings to my eyelash and I whimper.
Then you make me cum. Pinned down by your legs, covered in your cum, you lick my sore pussy. I don’t want to cum. I don’t want you anywhere near my battered, violated body. But you force this on me too. So I cum, hard.
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