She wasn't sure how long things went on. He seemed really worked up after she'd told him her sexual history. No one had ever reacted this way, never been so so...so excited. Not even Tawnie who loved all the juicy details. From what she told Corrie, he had just found it sad that so many people had disappointed her over the years. He didn't want to be one of those people.
Dawson let out a heavy groan, pulling her back into the moment. "Uhh fuck, you, you've been so fucked up all your like and you're still begging for more." he said. "I wish I could just fuck you forever. I haven't ever felt like this with anyone just….uhh...uhh" He nearly pulled from her pussy then slammed back in. She let out a groan of her own as her body let out a protest. It was overwhelmed, had been fucked for days, toyed with, fingered, slapped, punched and was now being pounded once again.
She saw him look at himself in the mirrors as he pumped her then looked down at his cock as it went into her. He'd almost pulled out and slam back into her, long deep strokes, really working his hips. He stirred her hole up good and kept ranting "You deserve to be put in a museum, where people can just watch you getting fucked up all day, see all you're damage, first hand. You'd like that wouldn't you, being humiliated, broken down every single day for the bemusement of others, for me..right"
She didn't respond, she was tired now physically, mentally and mot of all emotionally. He didn't like her ignoring him. He roughly grabbed her and demanded, "Look at me."
She looked at him.
"Yeah! You look at me! I want you to remember my face, above all others, out of everyone that's ever had you! I want you to know who is gonna be the one to give you everything, you've ever wanted! No one, no one is gonna hurt you more then me!"
He kissed her then, it started out strangely soft, but became hard and aggressive. Without warning, he bit down on her fat lower lip and pulled as he drilled her. She cried out feeling him tear into her tender flesh. She unintentionally clenched down on him with her muscles and his eyes went off to the side as he stiffened. He released her lip and finally let go inside her.
She was surprised, even with everything they'd done, she could still feel his member pulsing and twitching as he sprayed her. When he emptied out, he collapsed on top of her and stayed in her for the longest moment. Eventually he caressing her face, running his finger tips over her lips. He let out a soft chuckle before he smiled and hummed with satisfaction.
She could barely keep her eyes open as he finally pulled out then dragged her limp body to the middle of the bed. He spread her out and she wondered if he wanted to go again so soon but thankfully he didn't. He just positioned her, then took out his camera and started taking pictures, of her body and of her face still covered in tears. She zoned out losing tack of time as he kept repositioning her body and taking more lewd pictures of her.
When he finally finished, he loomed over her and let out a heavy sigh. He put everything away, cleaned up a bit and then gently pulled her to the center of the bed once more. He shut her legs and tucked her in giving her a gentle kiss. She wondered if he was going to stay but turned out the lights and left without a world.
The room was so dark and the sheets were cool. She felt so relax and so so tired. She finally shut her eyes and fell into a deep slumber. For who knows how long he just let her be. At one point she woke to him saying she needed to eat. He sat her up and gave her some purple smoothie concoction, it was good. She drank it down then he had her drink another bottle of water. He also gave her some more pills and she fell back asleep.
It felt like she'd only closed her eyes for a second and he was back again with another smoothie, water and more pills. She slept so long and hard, it had to be the best sleep she'd ever had in her entire life. It was also kind of weird because she didn't dream. Usually she had pretty intense dreams when she slept this hard and long but she'd just close her eyes, pass out and woke up, with no memory of anything in between.
Time and space all seemed to fall away as she peacefully drifted. When she eventually woke enough to be aware, she found her hair was damp and her body was clean, like she'd taken a bath or something. She couldn't recall if she had but oddly wasn't bothered by it, she just felt so calm and relaxed almost sedated. Her body ached slightly from laying down so much but otherwise she felt okay.
It took her a second to realize she was sitting up and the lights were on in the room. Garlin was there, with a tray of food. A small table had been set up on the bed. Garlin set the food down and then left the room. Gwyne yawned and then looked everything over. There was a rose on the tray, black like the one he'd given her in that fancy vase. She smelled it, then saw he'd given her a real plate of heaping foods.
She was so famished she nearly ate it all. When she was done, she got up for a bit and stretched her legs. She walked around the room, then relieved herself in the bathroom before crawling back into bed and collapsing once more. She still felt so tired. After everything they'd done she was beyond exhausted. She'd never needed so much rest in all her life. No matter how much she slept she just couldn't seem to get enough.
It felt good laying in that bed and letting time just pass her by without a care in the world. She didn't think or feel she just existed. Eventually she woke on her stomach. He was on her lower half, tenderly kissing her but cheeks as he ran his hands over her lower back. He took a big chuck of her ass in his mouth, then bit down hard.
It hurt and she cried out "Ahh, what is it with you and fucking biting!"
"I like to leave marks on what's mine."
"Right," she chucked.
He got on top of her and she realized he was naked as he pressing his bare chest against her back. "We still need to finish our conversation sleepy head."
"Mmmm," she said barely able to remember it.
"Now where were we? Yes, after you were piled up on in the men's room, by countless strangers, and enjoyed it! Uh..uh...fucking love that!" he said pushing his dick between her but cheeks. "What happened then? When did you get cleaned up? Did you even get cleaned up or let it stay a while."
"Eww that's gross! I got cleaned up." she said
"Tell me, what parts of it did you enjoy most? All the cocks, the endless fucking, the massive amounts of cum, the dirtiness of the place, the degrading aspect of being a toilet whore or was it everything?"
"I enjoyed the oblivion." she said somberly. "I wanted them to destroy me."
"I bet, what a way to die. I wonder if they would have just left you there or taken the effort to tossed your corpse in the trash." She lifted her head up from her pillow, thinking she had to have misheard him. So far that was the most fuck up thing he'd said to her. "I wish I could go fucking," He continued as he ran his dick back and forth between her ass cheeks. Not that I want to go at all, mind you. I'd live forever if it were possible, still putting money into various efforts but if I had to go, I'd want to do it balls deep as an old man. Who knows, maybe in you, if you're still around. Maybe we could go together, fucking each other to death!"
He moved her hair about tangling it up in his fingers. He leaned in close and she could feel his hot breath on her skin. He ran his tongue along the side of her neck then grabbed hold of some flesh on her shoulder and bit down hard. She could feel him tear into the tender flesh and painfully leave his mark on her once more.
"Uh, that doesn't sound appealing." she said. The other day it had almost felt like he was going to fuck her to death, she didn't not want to die like that. "I don't want to die, anymore. It was just a dark time in my life, a moment where I got low. Do you got a smoke?"
"Yeah." he said. He sat up on her then leaned over. He opened a small draw on his end table that was full of cigarettes. He put one in his mouth, lit it with a lighter, then put the lighter back. He took a long drag before letting it out and handing the cigarette to her. As she took a puff he asked, "Can I do you anally?"
She didn't respond right away. She took a long drag of her own, then let it out slowly before she said "I told you, I don't enjoy it."
"I know." He said spreading her but cheeks, "That's probably why I want to do it."
"Fuck!" She hissed. She took another drag then let it out her nose. She considered his request for a moment then said "Fuck, your cock would ruin my ass."
"It's not like you haven't done it, before." he said.
"I know," she said, "But, its been a while and you're not exactly gentle."
"I'll lube you up. I can be gentle for our first time."
"I don't believe you." She laughed feeling relaxed from the cigarette. She had no idea what it was made of but it just gave her this nice calm buzz.
"Prepare to be amazed." He said taking the cigarette from her. He took a drag then let it out before holding the cigarette in his mouth and letting it dangle. After a few seconds some of the ash fell onto her.
"HEY! Watch it!" she hissed.
"Sorry," he mumbled with the cigarette still in his mouth. He went back to his nightstand and pulled out some lube from another draw. He poured it all over his hand and then began fingering her but hole.
"You're gonna get shit on your dick," she laughed.
"If I do, I do." he said taking the cigarette out of his mouth. "I'll wear a condom."
"Really, I was beginning to think you didn't have any?"
He took a few puffs of his cigarette then handed it back to her."I have them but don't like the feel. How would you like having a plastic bag up your hole."
"Fair enough, I like it raw too." She took several puffs of the cigarette as he worked the tips of his finger inside her. She let out a sigh then said, "I guess I could empty out, if you got something and you could do it raw."
"Would you!" he said pausing excitedly. "I want to feel every part of you!"
She let out another sigh but started to move. He got off her and she sat up in the bed. She took another long drag made some o's with the smoke and said, "Fuck it, where is it?"
"Bathroom," he said taking the cigarette back.
She got out of the bed and he followed closely behind her excitedly. She relieved herself as he got the kit. He put out the cigarette and showed her how to use it then helped her since it had been a while. When she was all cleaned out and cleaned up, she walked back to the bed. He followed her barely able to keep his hands off her but knowing he was going to fuck it. She crawled to the center of the bed then laid on her stomach with her legs spread. He put a pillow under her to prop her up some then went back applying more lube and massaging her but hole.
"So what happened?" he asked. "After you cleaned up from the pile up."
"I got scared, real scared. I'd never been that close to the edge before. One push, one breeze and I could have gone over. So I did what anyone does I got help. Got clean and sober, went to a clinic then support groups, even took a break from sex."
"Wow," he said. "You were serious,"
"Yeah, I thought I hit rock bottom."
He let out a chuckle, "You're so adorable I swear, you thought that was rock bottom. You haven't even come close but don't worry I'll take you there, on your decent." She closed her eyes feeling him place his member on her but cheek. He was already hard. He slapped her ass with his cock a few times then she felt the tip of his cock at her anus. She opened her eyes as it felt huge.
"Fuck." She knew it was too late to change her mind so she grabbed hold of her pillows and bared down, "Just put it in already and get it over with!"
"Impatient much! I'm working on it, ease the fuck up. Maybe you don't enjoy it because you get so tight. Your fuck hole just welcomes anything. Your ass appears to be a suborn bitch. Stop tensing, relax."
"Right." she chuckled as if it were easy to relax especially around him.
"Take deep breaths, squeeze then release a few times."
"I know how to take a dick up my ass," she hissed.
"Well then take it," he said nudging her more.
She clutched the sheets but did her best to breath and relax. She knew clenching down would do her no good. She tried to ease up and felt it, felt him push at her and felt herself widened as the tip went in. She moaned, swearing she could feel every fucking inch slide in. It was uncomfortable almost painful. She knew a lot of people enjoyed it but for her she was so sensitive there. She closed her eyes just waiting. She knew once he got it in all the way, she'd be able to handle it. She would get used to the size and everything after that point would be down, 'Ehh…" hill.
"It hurts that bad?"
"No, I'm just very sensitive."
"Hmm, you need to use it more and that mouth of yours. You've been neglecting them both for your fuck hole. Greedy bitch has made your other holes lax."
"Yeah well it's my favorite."
"Well, consider you ass and mouth like a second major in college, something to fall back on. SHIT!."
"What?" she said slightly panicked.
"Your tight, tighter then I expected. How many cocks your ass take again."
"I don't know, it's been a few years." She usually only did anal when she was doing more then two guys at once. Otherwise she used her pussy and mouth. Since Corrie she'd only been hooking up with a one guy here or there. She and Corrie had tried anal early on in their relationship but since neither of them were huge fans they moved on to other areas. "I think it's been like two years."
"SHIT!" He scoffed, "TWO YEARS! Never again. I'm gonna get all your holes going from now until you kick the bucket, fucking two years, you might as well have cob webs growing back here."
"Seriously, it's not that big of a deal." She laughed at how much he was overreacting then turned her head to the side and let out a heavy breath, "Is it in all the way yet or not." There was so much pressure now, it had to be all the way in, right?"
"Not yet." he said.
"Ugh, What! Fuck, your killing me here,"
"Relax," he said gently stroking her back. It kept going, she tried not to focus on it but it felt like it was fucking endless, finally he said "Yeah, there, I got it. Fuck yeah!" he slapped her ass hard.
She bared down on him and he let out a deep groan as she snapped at him, "Could you not! You said you'd be gentle!"
He chuckled, "I know, I know," He grabbed her ass cheeks and did little circles with them "I couldn't help myself, you clench up so tight when you get hit. You should have felt how your fuck hole locked onto me, when I punch you in the face. You nearly strangling my cock."
"Right, fuck...fuck.." she said clenched the sheets. He just chuckled at her agony. She knew he wasn't gonna be able to control himself. This guy was definitely out of control but so was she, when she was with him. He filled her ass up so much. She probably should have worked up to it, had smaller toys till she could fit him. It had been way too long. She was lubed up good but he was still a big boy when it came to her ass.
He nudged her, pulling back then pushing in, pulling back then pushing in. He was gentle... for once. She felt this low burn but it started to get good, she felt some more pressure then actual pleasure. "Uhh...fuck…."
He really had lubed her up good, nothing was tearing or ripping, just sliding along. "Mmm, you're good at this, actually feels kind of nice for once."
"Yeah, it's my wife's favorite hole, she doesn't use her snatch less we're having a kid."
"Wow! Loves it that much."
"Yeah, loves to stick all sort of shit up it, hold it in for hours, days even,"
"Man, I couldn't, I'd feel like I'd have to take a shit all the time,"
"You'd get used to the fullness, the feeling of it or maybe not. Maybe that is why she likes it."
"Man, I'm gonna know so much about your wife before we've even met."
"Oh you're going to. I've told her all about you, if this keeps up you'll have to spend the night at our house. She doesn't believe anyone is this depraved."
"Depraved? I'm depraved? Fuck has she even met you?"
"Damaged, willing to do anything, to get fucked up at any cost."
"Right, I'm sure even I have limits."
"No you don't, at least you wont when I'm done with you. Tell me have you ever said no, ever turned a cock away in your life?"
"Uh, Yes! Fuck, I've said no plenty of times."
"Really," he sounded like he didn't believe her.
"Yes, really! Believe it or not!"
"Really, hmp, why?"
"Why? Uh plenty of reasons!" She hissed.
"Give me some?" He asked like he was seriously trying to catch her in a lie.
"Seriously." She groaned
"Seriously you've peaked my curiosity. Just what makes YOU turn down a cock?"
"Uh for one, if I don't want to fuck someone I don't. Two sometimes I'm not actually in the mood, even if the guy is a knock out, I'll still say no. Uh, also if things don't click, like sometimes people just have bad vibes. If something feel off, I just don't. Oh and if I'm not attracted to them at all."
"Really, were you attracted to all those men in that bathroom?"
"Okay uh, there are exceptions! If I'm really drunk or high or like in that case with the bathroom, it was sprung on me and I was already out of it. But for the most part, if I'm sober, there has to be some physical attraction. I also usually don't fuck condescending jerks, or assholes, at least not intentionally. If a guy is just a piece of shit, I'll usually drop off and find a way to bow out of that situation. Uh, let's see, if a guy is crazy or a real fucking creep, I also steer clear. Of course, I made an exception with your ass, because you have a good enough cock to back up your shit."
"Wait! Are you calling me a crazy creep?"
"Maybe." she laughed.
"Did you forget I'm in your ass." he said grabbing the back of her neck.
"No but you were curious, if you wanted I could have lied?"
"True," he said loosening his grip. "Thank you for being honest."
"You're welcome." She said finding this all rather weird.
He nudged her a few times then got into a nice rhythm before he continued "I still don't believe you though." heslowly increasing his pace. She closed her eyes for a minute feeling a dull ache in her behind, it was nice, really nice. It caught her off guard and took her a second to register what he just said
"Wait! What?" she said. "You don't believe me? What part?"
"All of it. I don't think you've ever said no to a cock."
"Uh I just fucking told you. I'm serious. I really don't take every dick." She paused, knowing that wasn't always true but she didn't anymore. When she was younger and when she partied things had gotten out of hand but not these days, not since Corrie.
"Gwyne?" he called out her name pulling her from her thoughts.
"Okay, to be fair, I know how I might seem with you but like I said, you're an exception. You've got a really good cock,"
"Thank you," he said.
"Your welcome but seriously. I do know how to say no and when I don't want to fuck someone I say so. I know how to stand up for myself. You saw some of that at the store the other day."
He laughed, "That was you saying no and standing up for yourself? Fuck, that little display was cute at best. I wouldn't have let you get away with it. Whether you came with me the other day or not, I would have got you one way or another."
"Oh, really, how?" she playfully asked.
He didn't respond intead he pushed into her harder.
"Fuck...watch it!" She hissed tightening her hold on the sheets and pillows. "I don't want you tearing my ass up." She closed her eyes feeling her ass, ache against his cock. He slowed down then moved his hips in ways she'd never felt before. There was this sensation, a slow heat began to fill her as he took her and made her ass his, like everything else.
She felt this burning, then intoxicating pleasure gradually build up inside her before it washed over her. She cried out as she found herself unexpected cumming. She felt it tear through her ass and pussy nearly at the same time as he collided into her body. Her muscle clenched down on him and she swore she could feel him pulse against her. She'd come before when she was double stuffed but never from her ass alone. It wasn't as powerful as when she came from her pussy, it was different but still surprisingly glorious. She let go of the pillows and sheets relaxing."Shit, shit, it uh, I didn't know it could feel-"
"Yeah, yeah, you're a lightweight." he said boasting. He ran his hand over her back, "It makes me wonder how many actually men you've been with?"
"What?" she said confused.
"All those cock you fucked, how many of them actually knew what they were doing."
"I don't know?" she hummed still happy from her climax.
"We need to get more cocks in you… with some actual experience. Some professionals."
"Professionals?" she stupidly giggled at the though "Professional Cocks." He kept stirring up her ass and she cried out, feeling so good, he kept at a nice pace and she enjoyed his rhythm. She was almost building toward another orgasm, when he suddenly stopped.
"Fuck," he said. He sounded upset. He pulled up in her then got faster and jerked her a bit too hard.
"Hey!" she protested
"Sorry, can't be helped!" he hissed before jerking more. She cried out as he stiffened and then came in her ass. He was quiet for a minute or so just filling her up then pulled out and rolled off to the side. He ran his hand over his mouth let out a groan then said "Fuck, you're just so pent up and my dicks still in recovery, from that gluttonous hole of yours. Went too fucking quick."
He was clearly agitated but she was glad it was over. To be fair it wasn't that bad. It had been slightly uncomfortable toward the end just now but otherwise surprisingly pleasant for once. She could feel his seed in her and it added an extra layer of enjoyment. Her ass tingled slightly and felt warm. A moment later she felt his seed beig to seep out of her.
He took notice and smiled. He got up and grabbed his camera once more. He took several pictures of it running onto the bed. She rolled onto her back and he cleaned himself up in the bathroom. When he was done he came striding back over and snuggled up to her in bed. He rested his head on her chest.
After a moment he yawned then said, "Now where were we. You took a break from sex. A travesty! Then what? What did you even do with yourself?"
"I worked on myself, joined a gym, got in shape and read self help books. I took long walks, hanged out with Tawnie and got her clean. I worked some odd jobs until a friend of mine needed help with her store. I mostly focused on helping her and working for a while then eventually I started dating."
"Dating? You, ha, bet you fucked on the first date."
"No, I made it a rule as part of my treatment. I wanted to get to know someone before we did anything." She let out a heavy sigh, "I was looking for more then a one night stand. So no sex until date three, well that was the plan."
"Oh, didn't work out?" he chuckled.
"Yeah, my dates didn't get that far, most never made it to a second one."
"Really?"
"Yeah, it had been a long time since I'd actually dated so it took me a few dates to brush up. Then most times we just didn't click. Either I couldn't connect with them or they couldn't connect with me. For one reason or another it just didn't work out until Corrie."
"Right, the side piece," he said trailing lines on her stomach with his finger tips.
"Yeah, we actually met while I was on a date. Guy was a real jerk, got an allergic reaction Corrie was a first responder, he's a fire fighter. Anyway, he asked for my number and later that night we went on our first date and slept together."
"How long have you two been together?"
"Three years, mostly"
"And he's fine with you fucking randoms and being in my bed for days on end."
"He doesn't ask, what I do or who I see when I'm not with him." She chuckled "In fact, he encourages me to get out there and meet others."
"Really?" he said surprised.
"Our relationship... is complicated."
"How so?"
"You give a fuck now,"
He sighed pulling off her breasts. He laid on his side propping himself up on his elbow and resting his hand on his head. "We're talking. Right now you're telling me everything. Now what's so complicated?"
"Well, like I said he's a firefighter, puts his life on the line everyday." She rolled on her side to face him and continued. "He grew up in a family of firefighters, it was the only thing he ever wanted to be. His dad died, when he was like ten or something. He was there when they came home and told his mom. He never forgot the look on her face and saw what it did to her. She became this shell of a person for years after. She couldn't hold it together and later died and his uncle raised him."
"And he still became a firefighter?" said Dawson raising an eyebrow.
"Again, like I said, it's all he's ever wanted to be. He loves it and he's good at it too, I guess it's in his blood. While other people run from danger he runs toward it. He's always had this strong sense of responsibility, to others and the community. Always wanted to step up, where other can't and do his part to save or help as many as he can, while he can. But he made the decision a long time ago, not to have other people involved, no wife or kids. He doesn't want to leave anyone behind, waiting for him.
"Then who are you?"
She sighed. "He...he didn't plan on me but he's made things clear, this isn't a relationship. I accept that, we're together but not really. I'm not his girlfriend or his wife. At any point he could not return and I'd never know what happened, if he just stopped coming or had died."
A moment of silence passed between them as Dawson took in what she said, eventually he scoffed then brushed some hair from her face. "Hmp, you build him up to sound like this great hero but all I see is a selfish cuck. He's out there "saving the world," helping other people when he can't even help himself. He can't even save the woman he loves."
"I don't need saving," she said pulling from his hand as it brushed her cheek, "I'm a big girl, I can handle myself."
He just smiled at her, "He can probably see the same damage I do. It's probably why he's attracted to you. Some part of him, thinks he can save you."
"Like I said, I don't need saving,"
"That's right,"He roughly grabbed her face and squeezed her cheeks to look at him. "Even if you were worth the effort, it's too late to save you. You're too far gone. Tell me what does he say when he sees you all marked up?"
"I mostly use make up to cover it up but when he does see, he just tells me to be safe."
"Be safe. Be safe." he repeated it before throwing his head back and madly cackling. Then he pulled her into him. "Your not safe, not with me. I've already pushed you over the edge and your just falling now and what a fall it will be."
She pulled away from his hand and he let her go. She sat up in bed throwing her legs over the edge. He sat up as well and asked. "Tell me, do you love him?"
She looked back at him surprised by his question. She didn't know if she should tell him. She decided to take a page from his book. She lifted her head up slightly, "Does it matter, would it make you enjoy my fuck hole, any less?"
"No," he said smirking, "But tell me?"
She shifted her gaze looking away from him. "Do I love him? Hmm, Corrie, the thing with Corrie is, he's always been different from all the others, like if soulmates were a thing."
"They aren't," he said moving to sit next to her. "There is no one meant for you. No one who'd ever truly accept you. You're just something to be used."
"I know." she said. "What I'm saying is from the moment I met him, things just weren't like the same, for me or him. Corrie...Corrie is the closet thing to love I've ever felt."
"Closest?"
"Yeah, he doesn't love me back. I think for love to be true, your love has to be returned. Otherwise it's just one sided."
"Hmm look at you." he said rubbing his chin. "In a one sided love with a tragic firefighter and the pathetic fuck hole of sadist. You just can't make this shit up. You truly are a gluten for punishment, aren't you?"
He leaned over and softly kissing her cheek, he stroking her breasts then whispered in her ear. "I might just have to steal you away from him."
"Fat chance." she said.
"More like, he had his chance." he said with a chuckle.
He gently ran his fingers through her hair and their eyes locked. For a moment she felt something strange...some familiarity to him. He also seemed to be as caught up in this sensation as well. She felt this almost distant joy, like for a moment they'd both seen beyond some hidden veil and seen a glimpse of something more. He pulled away suddenly and stood up.
He wiped his mouth then asked. "How many do you think you could take at once, before you mentally lost it?"
It was weird ass question. It was like he was deflecting. They'd have these almost human moments and he'd immediately follow it up with a some deranged question or act of cruelty, to change things up. She leaned back on her elbows and sighed. "What kind of question is that? How many could I take? Like guys?
"Yeah, maybe I want to keep your mind for a little while longer, it's entertaining enough but I also want to see your fuck hole drowning in cum and get your body count way up. I want to remove no from your vocabulary, get you to the point where you'd mindlessly fuck anyone or anything I put in front of you. I'm curious, how many cocks you could handle back to back before your fuck hole collapsed?"
"Eh..."She ran a hand through her hair "I swear, some of these questions are so morbid. You are the most vulgar fucker I've ever met."
"Good," he said, "Like I said, I want to outdo all the others. I want to imprint my damage so deep in your soul that no matter where you are...whatever life you're living, it keeps fucking you up."
She pursed her lips at how seriously deranged he could get. He returned to the bed and laid down next to her, suddenly joyous again, "Now that's we've caught up on your sex history and life. Let's do family history. Mothers gone? Any siblings?
"No. My mom wasn't planning on having kids. I was a happy accident."
"Mistake is more like it." he said with a playful smile. She rolled her eyes.
"Dad? Haven't heard a peep about him? Not in the picture?"
"He was for a while, died when I was eleven
"What was his tragedy? Another disease?"
"No, I guess you could say gambling."
"Gambling?"
"He was younger then my mom, she wasn't looking for love, like I said, she didn't plan on me but once I happened, they were together a few years."
"What broke them up?"
"As I understand it, if she hadn't left him, he would have spent every dime we had."
"So your mother was a maker of poor choices and your father a gambler. I can see your make up now. How did he die? Bet too much? Pissed off the wrong guy?"
"A bet, I suppose, really a train but he bet he could be faster. We think he was on his way to make a bet, given the time of the accident and the route he took. He used to take me with him. He never like waiting for the train, he'd go around the barriers if they were down. He'd tell me they were just warnings. They always gave people plenty of time to get around them."
"No, when they are down that means stop, the train is coming and will not stop for your ass." He let out heavy sigh "But I suppose he found that out the hard way. So what, your only attachments are Tawnie the tramp and Corrie the cuck?"
"Don't call them names, they're my people."
"Whatever anyone else matter to you? Anyone you could rely on?"
"Amber, I've known her for years, she owned a thrift store I worked at until recently."
"What happened there?"
"She retired, sold her inventory to another thrift store and her building to a frozen yogurt shop. She is gonna move back with her sister. So I'm currently jobless"
"Hmm," he said sitting up. "I could go for some dessert, how about you?"
"Always but what happened to me losing some weight?"
"You did good, telling me shit, you deserve a reward"
He went to the phone on the nightstand and picked it up. "Yeah bring us some desserts, an array,"
He put on a long black silk robe, then went to the bathroom. She laid on the bed for a few seconds then sneakily bummed another cigarette from him, now that she knew where they were. She took a few good puffs but when he got out he took it from her. He took a long drag as he sat down on the edge of the bed.
"What are in those things?" she asked crawling over to him.
"Get um made special, they're not made with the normal crap. They give you a nice relaxing hit and are closer to coffee then cancer."
"Can I get me some, to go" she said climbing onto him and straddling his lap.
"Who says you can go?" he said putting an arm around her. "You're mine now! I think I'll just keep you here indefinitely." He brought his cigarette close to her and tapped the ash over her breasts some of it fell on them.
"Ouch, that hurts!"
"Good, maybe I'll use you as an ash tray, when your holes aren't in use."
"Eh, no that shit scars." She said, not taking him seriously.
"Oh trust me, give me time and there will be plenty all over. I'd especially love to do away with this mask of yours, the most." He said gesturing towards her face.
"You mean my face?" she said with a laugh. He was definitely crazy.
"Your mask," he corrected. "I want to mark it up real good so you can't use it to fool anyone anymore. Most of all yourself. You wont even be able to look at it when I'm done."
"Again the shit you say! This, this right here is why I think you're crazy." she said shaking her head. She grabbed the sides of his face and they kissed. When she pulled back she put her hands on her own cheeks and said "Besides I have a nice face. It's cute. Pretty even," she said fluttering her eyelashes.
He swallowed looking at her. She saw a flicker of something in those ice blue eyes of his as they shifted from side to side. He took in a long drag then let it out saying "That's why, I want to do away with it. You keep making me feel shit."
"Ooo," she said, picking up on what he said "You don't like to feel, shit?"
"I'm not weak. I don't feel shit, especially not from some fuck hole whore, who dishes it out to everyone." he barked.
She could tell she'd struck a nerve and teased him more, "Ooo, you falling in love with me." She mocked him as he'd mocked her earlier, "Don't tell me you're one of those guys, who takes a little bit of attention as love."
He stood up all at once, throwing her off his lap and onto the floor. He would have a hundred percent, hit her but just then there was a knocked at the door. It was the desserts.
"You!" he hissed pointing his finger in Gwyne's face. His hand was trembling he was so angry."Do I need to put you in your place again!"
"No." She looked up at him terrified. His eyes looked absolutely mad, deranged even, like he wanted to rip her apart. She swallowed and quickly apologized "Sorry I- I took it too far."
He put his cigarette out, then gave her a dirty look before he went to get the door. In the moment he turned from her and stepped up to the door, he completely changed his body language and tone. He came off as pleasant, charming even as he opened the door and took the covered tray of food "Thank you as ever, Garlin."
"Will you be needing anything else today, sir?"
"No, I think this will do. Feel free to retire for the evening."
"I shall if you insist. Feel free, to let me know if you need anything at all."
"Of course, thank you again."
Gwyne watched him, beyond shocked, any guy who could go from homicidal to pleasantries, in less then ten seconds was scary as shit. This was beyond your standard crazy. He was defiantly on a whole other level. Garlin pulled back and he shut the door, moving to carry the tray in one hand. She worried what he might do to her now that they were alone again. He set the tray down on the bed, but said nothing.
She felt awkward and tense, she didn't quite know what could set him off. He took the cover off the tray and she could see there was cake, pudding, pie and ice cream. It was like a fucking dessert cart from a fancy restaurant. Again she was surprised at how easily he could access such a thing, witch just a simple call.
"Come, eat." he ordered "We still have much to discuss."
He came around the bed and offered her a hand up. Her mouth was ajar, she was unsure if she should or could trust him in this moment. Her hand shook as she reached out and he grabbed her wrist, pulling her up. Her brought her over to the bed and she sat down with her legs crossed. He handed her a spoon and slid the tray of desserts between them as he laid on his side, propping himself up with his elbow.
She was still cautious but looked over the tray once more, everything looked so good. She wondered what she could have and hoped perhaps a little of everything, at least a bite. She waited for him to pull out his spoon and dig in or tell her what she could eat. Yet he just laid there staring at the food.
"Uhh? Where's your spoon?"
"There's only one."
"Oh, are we sharing it?"
"No, I'm not a fat pig. I don't put shit in this body? NOW EAT!"
She looked at him and her mouth fell ajar once again at what he'd just said. She knew he talked dirty but this felt more insulting then sexual. She stared down at the food and considering not eating but was also hungry. She swallowed looking at everything, no matter what he said it still looked delicious. Fuck him! He could insult her all he liked, she knew her body. It was okay to splurge every now and then. She'd also knew she'd gotten a work out this, what, how many days had she been here? She seemed to lose all track of time when she was with Dawson.
He snapped his fingers angrily, "Focus...eat."
"Okay, Okay" she said. She looked at it debating what to eat first but couldn't help but noticed how much he kept staring at the food. It really looked like he wanted some "Are you sure you don't want some?"
"YES!"he snapped turning away from it.
Maybe he couldn't let himself splurge. She tried to make it okay for him."This is a bit much for just me. If we shared it wouldn't be much for either of us."
He glared at her "THANK YOU, is the proper response, when your master feeds you. Besides what you can't eat, I'm sure your fuck hole will,"
"What," she said.
"Eat up," he chuckled. Then he took a cherry off some whip cream, on the pie and popped it into his mouth. She didn't think he was being serious but didn't want to find out. She shakily took her spoon and began to eat.
"Alright," he said as she took slow small bites of the cake. It was very tasty but a little too rich for her taste. "Enough of your sex history, and family. Let us discuss current events."
"Yes," she said.
"Tell me what you like so far? What has been turning you on? Doing it for you?"
"Uh," she was still hung up on their latest interactions. Him shoving her and now calling her a fat pig and threatening to shove dessert up her whoo ha. She didn't exactly feel like talking, if anything she needed a break. "I...uh...I don't know, maybe I should go."
He was staring at the food again but his eyes flicked up at her suggestion, for a second he looked desperate and his eyes softened, along with his voice."Come now, we need to finish talking, this is important to me. I want to know what you like, so I can please you."
He was trying to sound sweet but was coming off as far too sweet...almost sinisterly so. He reached out gently brushing her arm, "When we play? Do you like my words, how I fuck you, the things I put inside you?"
"As long as they are safe," she said. "The things you put in me,"
"Safe enough," he said, "Anything, left in too long, would always be a problem. Now tell me, what do you enjoy?"
It was weird, him asking her this. He seemed so confident so assured yet he wanted her opinion. It just felt strange, everything just felt so strange right now and heavy. His mood swings had a way of changing the atmosphere. She tried to lighten the mood and teased "Are you fishing? Or wanting me to leave a review or something?"
"No, I told you, I want to give you more of what you like since you give me what I like." Again she could tell he was being fake with her, she didn't get why. It was very subtle but normal people didn't go from being pissy to pleasant in three seconds flat.
"Really, cause it seems like I'm always pissing you off."
"There are always things people shouldn't say."
"Okay, well, if you let me know what exactly, I can take note of it so I don't upset you again,"
"I'm sure you're a quick learner or you will be. Have some ice cream, it's melting,"
"Okay," she said taking some in her spoon, it was pretty good but again soo sweet.
She looked over the food once more and supposed this wasn't a ton after all. The ice cream was only a big scoop with whip cream and sprinkles. The pudding bowl was small enough, the cake and pie slivers but they were also so rich everything was like sugar to the max. She loved delicious foods but this felt like it was overkill. She sighed knowing she was just avoiding talking with him.
"I'm waiting," he said getting more annoyed.
He was going to keep pushing this until she got it over with. She thought for a few seconds then answered "I guess, I like your dirty talk, fuck hole is slowly growing on me but some of the shit you say is just so wild, kind of hot yet also freaky. It's hard to know when you're being serious or not."
"I believe that is part of the allure," he said, taking up some whip cream with his finger. He put it in his mouth sucking on it before he continued."You'll always be on edge, never knowing what I'm going to do until I do it."
"I guess." she said with a sigh.
"Is that all? How does my penis size up, since you're an expert."
"You know it's good! I love it."
He got happy then and she watched him switch back over as the tension wash away from him, "Really, I love it too," he said. "But why do you? Is it the fullness?"
"Yeah and I like that it gets me just right like when it comes to orgasms, I'm a bit of a cervix whore."
"Really?"
"I like my clit and all, especially now that it's pierced but when I orgasm deep inside and it hits just right, it's like it takes over all my other senses and your cock is just so mmm." She closed her eyes shaking her head. "Mmm...fuck me, fuck me, fuck me." She said then fell back on the bed for dramatic effect.
He laughed, "I think you need to change that to obsessed with my cock."
"Fuck yes, it's why I got in your car." she admitted, sitting back up.
"Any regrets?"
"Save for some craziness and a little tension, every now and then, no, not really"
"You know, when we get you opened up enough, you'll be able to look inside and see your cervix, perhaps that is the source of your fuck hole, where you're always dripping from. It a ring, looks kind of like a mouth. Cute, pink puckered lips. I bet yours is going to look so beautiful. I'll have to show it to you."
"Uh,I don't know about that. That's another one of those freaky things you say."
He gave her a big smile but moved on. "What else do you like? Tell something you wouldn't normally admit?"
"Hmm, that's very specific."
"I know but I want to know."
She took a moment to think about it trying some pie, it wasn't too bad thick almost like chewing it, reminded her of a butter toffy. She went over things in her head and recalled something that was weird and she normally wouldn't share. She blushed "It's a weird one."
"Go for it," He said excitedly.
She sighed closed her eyes but told him, she might as well, she told him everything else. "Well the other day I was looking in the mirror and I kind of liked, seeing the bruises you left on my pussy, from the broom."
"Hmm, Really?" he said, "Can I ask why?"
She blushed even more turning red and he laughed at her.
"What," she said.
"You, the fact that you can get this worked up, even after all you've done. Nothing should phase you by now"
"I know but some of this is new territory, even for me. I guess it's like you said people deny things. Its hard for me to admit to everything I like cause others might judge me and think I'm weird or sick."
"If you're afraid of people thinking you're sick, you're already there." He teased.
"Right," she said rolling her eyes.
"I kid, trust me, you'll get no judgments from me, I'm the one person you wont have to pretend with. You can truly be who you are around me."
"Right," she barely knew him. "Just forget it, even I don't fully understand it. I mean it's so weird." She looked away thinking about it more. "I...I think it's because it was so unexpected. Like, I've done a lot of rough fucking in my day but have never bruised my pussy. It seemed so strange to see, like the pussy is so fragile and to see something so delicate roughed up like that."
He burst into laughter and she didn't understand why. When he managed to collect himself he said "Delicate!" he cackled for a second then continued, "I slam my body into you all the time and my balls. You pussy has probably had hundreds of men slam into it hard. It has to be able to take a licking and keep on ticking. It's almost surprising what it can take. Speaking of licking how did you like me spanking your pussy."
She smiled. "I liked it."
"You liked it. How about I spank your pussy red, show you how much it can take and then fuck your hole with my cock you so love."
"I'm eating" she teased taking up a spoonful of pudding but she could feel herself getting excited. A twinge of pleasure washed over her, at the mere idea and she began to get wet. She was so sore but it was clear she still wanted more. Fuck! She furrowed her brow wondering if she could ever get enough.
Without a word he rolled forward and picked up the tray from the bed. He set it on a small table in the room and gave her a big grin before he said. "Not anymore!"
"Seriously, I thought we were talking?"
"We can finish later!"
She shook her head, "We're never going to finish at this rate."
"I don't care, right now all I want to do is rough up that "delicate" pussy of yours."
She just smiled at him. It really was amazing how the room could shift with his moods. There were moment when things were causal, then tense, awkward but mostly erotic. He really seemed to love sex as much as she did. She knew most men claimed they did but often tapered off after they'd cum a few times. She only seemed to become more aroused and insatiable, it would seem he was the same way.
He reached out, grabbed the back of her neck and forced her across the bed. He sat down on the edge of it then had he sit on his lap. He laid her down then and it was like bending her over his knee only she was flipped. She wasn't sure how this was going to work. He ran his hand over her pussy mound and mocked her, "These lips, this pussy, it's soo fragile."
"Stop it." she laughed as he caressed her almost tickling her with how light his touch was.
He rubbed her sex then, petting and stroking it. "You want me to turn this pussy bright red."
"No," she cried, embarrassed, though her wetness was clearly showing. She was getting way too excited at the prospect of him spanking her. She knew he'd done it before but she'd never been so aware. She wasn't on anything at the moment and going to feel everything.
"Fine," he said pouting his lip. He pulled his hand from her, "If you want to stop. I'll let you up but if you don't spread your legs. However you should know, once I start, I wont stop until the job is done, no matter how much you beg."
She looked at him her heart quickening, "Fuck," she gasped. He knew what she was going to do, they both did and he just grinned, waiting, "You know me by now, why bother asking?"
"Because then you have to admit how sick you are. That you want me to hit your pussy and beat it red."
She bit her lip, his fucking words. She spread her legs so wide, she almost fell off his knees. It really felt like she might fall, she lost her balance a little and he moved like he might catch her and pulled her back up onto his lap but instead his hand came smacking down on her.
"UHH…" she cried out as she felt the sting of his hand reverberate though her body. He slapped her again, clapping right down on her, "Uhh...fuck...fuck." Her pussy stung and started to gush with juices a few more good wha-
He whacked her again and then again, she cried out. "Uhh, uh." She pumped her hips into the air, feeling her body break to his firm slapping hand. She loved getting her pussy spanked. She scrambled to hold on to anything as her body throbbed and quaked with orgasm. Yet he wouldn't let her touch hi. He pulled from her grasp as she tried to grab his arm. So she held her arms. making one into a fist and the other tightly clutching the spoon still in her hand.
"What are you still doing with this?" he said noticing it.
He took it from her hand and flopped it about, "You want me to spoon whip this pussy."
She didn't respond so he began tapping, then whacking her sex with the back of the spoon. Whap, whap, whap, ting," He hit her so hard it connected with her clit ring. She let out a cry as her clit lit up. She could feel the vibrations the spoon had made and loved it. He spread her lips and he smacked her entrance.
"Uh...fuck fuck." she cried out enjoying the deep sting.
He laughed setting the spoon down on the bed then went back to spanking her with his open hand. He'd raise it up high and then came crashing down on her. He'd press his hand up to her for a second after, sometimes squeeze her as it stung. The hurt radiated through her and she squirmed nearly uncontrollable as he just kept going.
She pumped her hips about after each really good hit. Some of his whacks were painful but the pleasure, the pleasure was just too good. She was so wet and the sound of his slaps began to change. She also started to get a little desensitized. He kept going and she just kept taking them until he stopped and marveling at her color and his hand,
"Fuck my hand is soaking wet. You sure like getting your pussy slapped." She just weakly moaned in agreement "But you know it's not gonna bruise it up. Nah, if you want a good nice bruise," he said fisting his hand, "I'll have to punch it."
Before she could react, he came down on her pussy hard, punching it. She let out a horrible cry, a mix between shock and pain. He let her slide off him and sink to her knees on the floor. She grasped hold of her sex painfully holding it. She thought she was becoming desensitized but she was wrong. Her pussy throbbed madly with pain and pleasure. Tears streamed from her eyes as she felt herself getting mixed signals. She'd been so open so relaxed from the slaps and he'd just crashed down on her.
"Fucker," she cried. "You said you were just gonna slap."
"And you said you liked a bruised pussy," he said standing over her. "Now let me see it."
"NO!" she cried not trusting him. "It really hurt."
"Come on," he chuckled. "I'll kiss it make it feel all better." He pulled at her hands. "Come on, let me see how bad it is. I'll get you some ice"
He kept grabbing at her hands, when the throbbing pain started to lessen, he got her to lift them off. "Hmm, it ain't that bad, fucking dripping...snot."
She lifted her hands more and thrust her hips forward, dropped her head to get a good look at herself. It was hard to see over her tits. Without warning, he suddenly stepped forward and kicked her between the legs. Again it was fast and unexpected. He'd got her good and she bowled over curling up as she covered her sex and he laughed, "That should do it! We'll have to take pictures of it in the morning, bet it's gonna be all swollen black and blue. You might even bleed a little."
"BASTARD!" she madly sobbed. This time there was no pleasure only pain...horrible pain. She held herself tightly rocking knowing she brought this on herself, he couldn't be trusted...she should have known that by now and yet she kept-
He suddenly bent down and grabbed her up by the back of her neck forcing her on her feet. He slapped her across the face and demanded, "WHAT DID YOU CALL ME BITCH!"
She didn't respond and he slapped her even harder. She cried out but still didn't answer. He punched her then just below her breasts nearly knocking the air out of her. She cried out, leaning forward and almost fell but he held her up. They locked eyes and he grabbed the sids of her cheek with his other hand. She still had her hands on her sex, afraid to let it go. He smashed her cheeks together and he quietly demanded, "What did you call me?"
"I'm sorry. I'M SORRY!" She cried pleading with him. She let go of her sex to grasp hold of his arm, "Please, I didn't mean it, master"
She pathetically whimpered and he suddenly smiled, pleased with her response. He let go of her cheeks but kept his hold on her neck. He dragged her over to the wall mirror. "Don't you ever fucking talk back to me. Especially not when I'm just giving you what you want!" She had her hands on her sex again, He shook her about and slapped at her arms until she let go of herself, "Look at yourself! LOOK AT YOURSELF YOU DUMB BITCH!"
It took her a few seconds to focus, her eyes blurry but she looked. Her pussy lips were red and bruised, they looked swollen and beat up. She was gushing with juices. She flinched as he grabbed at her sex. She grasped hold of his arm afraid he was going to hurt her more but he glared at her and she let her arms fall at her sides.
He gently ran his fingers over her sex. Her lips stung so sensitive and raw. She could see his hand prints on her skin. He pulling some of the juices off and rubbing them in his fingers "Yeah look at you. I did you up good. Now what do you say?"
What did she say? She looked at him panicked, for a second she had no idea what he wanted but he was kind enough to mouth it to her. She quickly repeated it. "Thank you, thank you." She said as she began to drip onto the floor.
He took in a deep breath, pleased once more. He rubbed her juices on her lips and said "Yeah that is what you say. I'll give you a pass just this once but from now on, you say thank you, understand?"
"Yes,"
"Yes," he said, "You love this, don't you."
She hesitated for a moment parts of it yes but-
He grabbing one of her tits and painfully squeezed it,
"Yes," she responded.
He let go of it and slapped it.
"You want me to slap these fat tits up as well?"
Again she paused. Did she, she looked at him uncertain. He shook her.
"Yes, yes." she said closing her eyes, ashamed. Even after all this she still wanted more...
"That's my girl," he said whispering in her ear. He gently kissed her cheek and said "I promise this will get easier."
Then he began slapping, smacking and back handing her tits. She watched as they violently jerked and jiggled about. It wasn't long before they were red and blotchy too. She kept crying out, her body bruised and swollen. When he stopped hitting her, he pushed her right up to the mirror, shoving her face against the cold glass. "Look at this lewd body of yours covered in slaps and bruises. You're dripping all over my floor. You're such a fucking mess."
She sniffled but nodded. He let out a chuckle "Yeah, You own it! Own your fucking mess!"
He pulled her from the mirror then got in her face grabbing her sex. "I own this!"
He grabbed her clit ring and began to twist it.
"Uhh...uhh stop, too much" She painfully cried clutching his hand. She felt such pain mixed with pleasure she uncontrollable came cursing, "SHIT! SHIT! FUCK!" She whimpered nearly collapsing as it was so powerful and yet ever so painful at the same time. It tore through her and then felt so fucking good, like it had to be one of the most intense orgasms of her life. She let out such cries nearly falling from the crippling pleasure of it. Somehow she managed to catch herself. She was afraid he wouldn't let go of the ring and she'd tear herself.
He chuckled as she could barely control herself and demanded. "Say it, say I own this!
"You own it. You fucking own it." She breathed through erotic breaths not even bothering to protest.
He went behind her, and pressed her face up against the mirror again. "Look at this lewd body, begging to be punished, to be roughed up. No wonder so many men have fucked you up. You just give yourself away."
She was barely listening to him as she was still reeling from cumming so hard. He continued "But you're mine now and I'm not giving you back, ever. Now do you want me to stir up that bruised fuck hole of yours with my lovely cock."
"Yes," she cried. At this point she was so intoxicated with euphoria, she'd comply with most anything.
He pulled her back from the mirror. "Look at yourself, fucking look." He turned her sideways. "You're a fucking sex addict, high as a kite. You want me to fill you up and feed your need." She looked into the mirror, looked as he stood behind her, his cock looked amazing, it was poised just behind her. He jerked it against her, ran it over her sensitive skin then pulled back. She could see the length of it, watched as he positioned it, then sunk all the way up her, until all she could see was his balls, "Look how your whore hole takes my cock! YOU ARE NOTHING TO ME! JUST A FUCK TOY! A SEX DOLL TO POP IT OFF IN. MEAT TO BEAT!"
"Yes, yes, fuck." she cried, she could feel him deep inside her. He filled her up and then some shoving her hole around. He always fel good even after all the sex and her bruised pussy She still couldn't get enough of his glorious fucking cock.
"You are nothing but a fuck hole, to be fucked, say it."
She swallowed then said it "I am nothing but a fuck hole, to be fucked!"
"Yeah, yeah." he said pumping her. She kept looking in the mirror watching him plug her. It looked amazing and felt even better. He pounded her hard and she took it with glee, whimpering madly. He turned her to face the mirror. He grabbed the front of her neck still pumping away. "My entire life has been worthless until my master's cock. Look at yourself in the mirror and say it!"
She looked at herself in the mirror. She was lost in sex and really looked like some fucking addict. She was being mercilessly crashed into by this man. Her body bruised up, she was a quivering, heaving mess, of rough hard sex. Hand prints over her most private parts, bruises forming.
"My entire life," she panted like a fucking dog "Has been worthless until…" she shifted her gaze and their eyes locked in the mirror, "Your cock,"
He froze, clearly surprised, with how she'd changed what he'd asked her to say. She saw him get flushed, and smile, if only for a moment. His mouth parting, she could see his eyes light up as she'd delighted him with such an admission. It only lasted microseconds before he steeled himself. He turned her away from the mirror and practically threw her onto the bed.
She landed on her stomach with a bounce. He chased after her and back hand her ass hard with his hand. She cried out as the pain washed over her "DAMN STRAIGHT!" He roared.
He climbed up on her and entered her pussy from behind, crushed her body as he pushed her face into the silken sheets. "Uhh, you are such a fucking whore! No good fuck hole! Take any dick shoved inside you!"
She clenched her hands on the sheets barely able to breath, he had her face smashed so deeply into the bed, her nose hurt was still bruised from the other day but she didn't care. She was too far gone at this point. She took it...took him as he roughed fucked her battered pussy.
"Uhh...uhhh…" She felt light headed. Her heart thundering in her ears, it was clear she wasn't getting enough air but he didn't let up on her, pressing her harder into the mattress. She felt herself beginning to pass out.
"FUCK! FUCK! FUCK!" He cried lost in his own world.
He roared out as he kept drilling her and began smacking her around. His open hand slaps collide with her skin before he turned his hand into a fist and began punching her back. He wanted to pummel the shit out of her and make her squeeze him tight. It hurt and she couldn't breath, her body began to instinctively fighting for air. She scrambled to push herself up from the mattress and get away from him but he kept her pinned, stuffing her fuck hole as he beat her. Her body suddenly seizing down hard on his cock and she came as she lost consciousness.
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She woke some time later feeling absolutely wrecked. She was on her back in the center of the bed now and there was a silk sheet over her body, like she'd been tucked in. The room cool and dark. She let out several shallow breaths, realizing he'd smother her in the sheets. Fuck. FUCK that wasn't good! If he'd gone too far, he could have fucking killed her. This whole thing was goning way too fat and had spun completely out of her control.
This was crazy! FUCKING CRAZY! She needed to stop this and come to her senses before things got too serious. Yeah, yeah, she needed to stop... eventually. EVENTUALLY! Fuck! What was wrong with her. She groaned and bit her lip, again she knew what she should do but also knew she was fucking addicted to this...whatever the fuck was going on. He took her places that had been so far beyond her reach. She got suddenly scared worried she might not be able to stop this...what if she couldn't walk away.
Her heart quickened and she struggled to catch her breath for several minutes. She rolled on her side and that seemed to help. As her breaths evened out and grew deeper, she calmed down some. She heard something, the clattering of dishes and looked for him in the dark. She realized after a second he was eating the desserts. She could just barely make out his silhouette as he stood over the tray gorging on it. She heard him let out deep moans as he enjoyed himself. After what he had said it was a surprising. He was definitely a deeply flawed and rather peculiar fellow but the things he could do to her body, oh fuck, fuck, fuck. She closed her eyes and let out a deep sigh knowing she was so screwed.
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