He let go of my wrists and sunk lower down my body, his mouth touching the skin on my inner thighs lightly, making me want to giggle. He parted my legs and began to tease me. His mouth caressed my skin, it wasn’t meant to feel this good. I could feel his tongue flicking my clit and his fingers buried deep into my pussy. Fucking me with his mouth and hands. I bit my bottom lip, holding in the noises that my throat was barely managing to suppress. After a while, my body began to spasm lightly at my hips, sending me into a soundless orgasm.
He moved further up my body leaving light bite marks all of the way up. Lying in between my legs he pressed up against me, forcing me to allow him to thrust into me in a rhythmatic way that was almost comforting. Where did he learn this?! Is there some kind of finishing school to tell you how to make someone feel this good when they shouldn’t? His grunts and our breathing was all I could hear. It was getting too much to hold in. Without warning, sounds of my pleasure burst the previous quiet of the room. He stopped momentarily to look at me. He was smirking, it was hot.
I wanted to tell him how turned on he’d gotten me, but I realised he probably didn’t want me to talk. I tried to control my mouth and he turned to me. “Don’t you dare stop. That turns me on. I want to hear you moan. Come on moan my little fuck toy.” I moaned. I writhed. I screamed. I didn’t want him to stop. I was clinging to him, thrusting back to him.
He went back to fucking me, pushing his dick in to the hilt and out almost to the tip. I’d never had this, this way before. The pain of how big he was and the pleasure of him fucking me and rubbing my clit mixed together. He leaned down and started to kiss and suck my neck while he thrusted himself in and out of me harder than before. The sounds he made drove me mad. I felt him pull out of my pussy and pull away from me.
“Get on your knees my whore.” I found myself complying. Standing and then lowering myself onto my knees onto the floor in front of him. “Suck it.” I put his dick in my mouth, licking and sucking it as he fucked my face. His hands were on the back of my head, pushing me onto his dick. I was gagging, but he didn’t really care.
“Yeah, fuck. Suck my cock. Suck it like the whore you are.” He moaned and grunted and pulled his dick out of my mouth. He rubbed it over my face, pushing it back into my mouth. “Suck it. Suck my cock.” He mumbled words of approval through his grunts and moans and suddenly he pulled back, his hands left my head and he started jacking himself off in front of my face. His cum landed on my face and dripped down my chin onto my chest, running over my nipples.
I sort of started to enjoy that. “You are my fuck toy and I will do with you what I please. How does it feel to be a whore girl? A fuck toy? A doll?” He spat on me and walked out of the room.
That shook me back into reality. He raped me. That didn’t feel good. His clothes and presence gone, leaving me there alone, with my conscience twisted and my dignity in tatters lying with my clothes on the floor.