Gwyne practically vibrated with anticipation. She kept expecting him to say more crazy shit, to touch her or pull over and fuck her brains out on the side of the highway. She kept glancing at him, waiting...waiting for something, anything to happen but he just drove, weaving in and out of lanes. He must have drove a lot, given his skills and the speed at which they were going.
After a while, she bit her lip and looked at his member. It was still out but a bit floppy now. She wanted to touch it, caress it with her fingers and maybe even put it in her mouth. She wondered what he would tasted like. She reached out to grasp hold of it but he slapped her hand away and gave her a nasty look as he put himself away.
She could tell he'd changed. Mood swings, she thought as he snapped, "No, you have to earn this!"
"What," she said surprised, given how he'd practically begged for her to get in his car. "But you said-"
"I shouldn't have HAD to say anything! You should have gotten in my FUCKING car as soon as you knew where it was parked. That little stunt back there shouldn't have happened. Clearly, you still think too highly of yourself! We need to do something to correct that, something lewd and humiliating, to humble that ravenous hole of yours."
She scoffed, then rolled her eyes as she pulled back in her seat. She looked out the window for a minute or so then crossed her arms and said "So much for what you said. We're gonna talk, hash things out."
"And we will," He hissed, "But first you need to be taken down a few pegs. Back there, like that, you don't EVER talk to me like that! Your side piece may take that shit but I don't!"
"His name is Corrie and he's not a side piece it's...it's complicated." She sighed.
"I give a fuck!" he snarled back. He sped up passing several more cars then changed lanes before continuing "Now, listen up! Here's what's gonna happen, I'm gonna take you some place nice. The kind of place your worthless ass could never get into. We're gonna walk around and I'll give you orders. You will follow them, without question and then you are going to beg for forgiveness. Then and only then, I might, MIGHT, fuck you, depending on how well you do."
"Excuse me," she said turning to look at him. "Beg for forgiveness?" she scoffed yet again. The balls on this guy given what he'd done. "For what exactly?"
His hand flew up before she could react, backhanding her across the face."You do not question me, you FUCKING CUNT! I shouldn't have to repeat myself! Are you that STUPID! What don't you seem to get! I TELL YOU to do something and you FUCKING DO IT!" He roared.
For a moment she held her face in shock. It stung but didn't hurt too bad, she was more caught of guard then anything else. She quickly recovered and got upset, lashing out at him "Get this straight, ASSHOLE! I'm not a fucking MASOCHIST! I DON'T LIKE BEING HIT! If you ever hit me again I'll-"
His hand shot out once more and he slapped her even harder then before. It hurt! She felt his rings collide with her face and her head violently whipped to the side. She cried out as moisture began to well up in her eyes and she held both hands to her cheek.
He mocked her then. "You'll what, huh? WHAT! Cum all over me? GROW UP, stop fucking lying to yourself! You know what you are! We both knew it the first time we met and you let me rough fuck you in that alley. You want shit to happen to you! You want to get fucked up real bad, have been looking for someone to do it for a while now, I suspect. Well, I'm just the man to do it. NOW SHUT THE FUCK UP!"
Deafening silence filled the car, he slowed down some and pushed a button on his console, a cigarette popped up from his dash board. He grabbed it, lit it and took a long drag before slowly letting it out. He offered the cigarette to her but she just held her face, frozen in place, unsure of what to do in this moment.
No! She knew what to do. Any self-respecting woman would have demanded he pull over or wait for him to stop somewhere and take off running. Either way, they'd plan to get the fuck out of this situation as soon as it was possible. Even Tawnie would, no man laid hands on her. Yes, if Gwyne had any sense at all, she'd put a stop to this but she didn't.
She just sat there. It wasn't that she was weak and couldn't stand up for herself or unable to think, she wasn't afraid. No...no, it was that the things he'd said to her rang too true. Admittedly, she'd always had this part of her that hated herself. She had this carnal desire for self destruction. Sex...sex was her ultimate release but it was also her favorite weapon of choice. Perhaps because it was the first one offered to her.
When her first boyfriend wanted to have sex, she did it. She'd been curious and thought they were in love. Less than an hour later her boyfriend wanted her to do his best friend so he could know what it felt like. She hadn't said no, it hadn't even occurred to her. She'd been a virgin up until her boyfriend, timid perhaps, even a little damaged.
She had a lot going on at that time in her life. Her sometimes father was dead by then and her mother was the only family she had left. She was slowly dying from a very painful illness. Gwyne had known about it for years. Her mother had prepared her for it as it ran in the family but up until that point in her life, she hadn't really realized just how bad it was.
He mother had always kept up appearances, never showed that she was in pain until it finally became unbearable. Pain medications barely worked and at night her mothers screams of agony would echo through the halls of their small house. Gwyne would lay awake, knowing she had a 50/50 chance of getting the same disease.
While most the girls her age, were worrying about dating, hair and make up, Gwyne was learning how to ease her mothers pain with IV drips and medications around the clock. She did all she could to help her but quickly leaned, there were times nothing could be done. Every time her mother screamed, cried out or twisted in such pain, Gwyne felt utterly helpless and scared. She'd been so scared, to lose her mother and selfishly to know this...this might be her future, endless pain.
Her boyfriend had been a classmate and somewhat of a friend for years. She'd been caught off guard when he'd asked her out. She had no idea how to date or even what to do. She'd just been so focused on her mother and the future. She wanted to talk to her mother about everything but when she wasn't in pain, she mostly slept.
Their relationship started out innocent enough, holding hands, movies and milkshakes. They'd walk home together everyday and talk about everything. She was able to open up about her mother and he listened. She thought he was so cool, he was in to sports and when he got his car they could go places. She liked getting away and escaping from it all.
She was happy to have someone else in her life, someone she could go to when things got too hard, she thought she was in love with him and that he loved her in return. When he asked her to have sex she didn't hesitate. When he asked her to do his best friend an hour later she did that to. At that point in her life she would have done anything for him. She wanted to make him happy because he made her so happy.
Yet when she was done with his best friend, her boyfriend got so upset, he dumped her and called her a gross slut. She got a reputation as easy after that and did nothing to correct it. Sex...sex became her new escape. She quickly found she liked it, it felt good but the hurt it cause her, felt even better. People saw her differently, treated her differently because she opened her legs with ease. They gave her disapproving looks, called her names and talk down to her, she went from being that poor girl who's mother was dying, to the slut who would do it with anyone
Guys would want to look at her, touch her and fuck her. Even the older ones that were suppose to be in charge and "responsible." It wasn't there fault though it was her body, and her looks who wouldn't want to plug her. It was her fault for being a slut. Oddly enough it was how Tawnie and she had met.
They both had horrid sexual reputations. Rumor was Tawnie had fucked the entire soccer team, when really it had just been two guys. She'd dated one guy, they broke up and she hooked up with another guy on the team, in the same day. The other guy was so upset he started a rumor she'd been with the entire team and because she wasn't shy and dressed as she pleased they labeled her. Even the guy she was with didn't believe she hadn't done it. He dumped her, thinking it was all true.
Their reputations and rumors spread around them like wildfires and they soon found each other in the same boat. Unlike Gwyne who just let the rumors spread, Tawnie spoke her mind, she was loud, proud and didn't let anyone talk shit about her. She'd get into so many fights, defending herself and even Gwyne.
Gwyne didn't get why she'd want to defend her, when the rumors about her were true. She had fucked her boyfriend and his best friend an hour apart. She would fuck just about anyone. Tawnie said she didn't care, they were friends and that meant she had her back whether she was innocent or the worlds biggest slut, Tawnie kept on fighting!
Gwyne would try to pull her out of the shit but when it was clear there was no way out, she'd fight along side her. Together they endured black eyes, cut lips, torn notes books, graffiti on their lockers and jealous girlfriends. Through their day to day struggles they became best friends for life. They understood each other and owned their reputations together. They'd go everywhere proudly, unashamed. When others girls would try to bully them and shame them, they'd joke they were a sex club and try to recruit them. They'd always get so offended and cry out practically running off.
Eventually they did start a sex club, even though it was just the two of them. They made up various activities known as the slut games. After Gwyne's mother died, she sort of lost it and vanished for days, not knowing what happened or even carrying. Tawnie and she dropped out of college after that. They went traveling and started having their wild adventures together. Gwyne loved having sex at that point, loved meeting strangers in weird places but most of all she liked the situations they'd get her into. Sometimes they were risky...really risky. She'd get too drunk, take drugs, forget condoms and wake up in unknown places with strangers. She found herself waiting, waiting for something but what?
It was like spinning the wheel of fate, to see wherever or whoever she ended up with. She liked the risk of it, the forbidden unknown and most of all the potential damage. Anything could happen to her! She could end up some place dark and seedy, pummeled by countless cocks, like that time in the hotel room with the twins. Up until then, she'd been lucky but that night had changed everything.
She'd gotten a real taste of danger and her reaction to it had scared her shit less. She let it happen with an almost glee. She wanted to hurt, to be broken down to...to. She sniffled now, still not wanting to think about it. Not even Tawnie knew what happened and she told her most everything. Gwyne hadn't wanted her to know how low she'd gotten, she'd even lied to herself, blaming what happened on the drugs and alcohol but she knew it was something else, something deeper...darker just beyond the surface.
After that night, she'd gotten herself help and taken control of her life. She cleaned up and tried to stop fucking around. She dated for a time ha, what a disaster that was but because of it, she met Corrie. Her savior! He didn't know it but he made her feel like she was something special that her life could be something special and for a time she didn't want to hurt herself or get hurt.
Of course being with Corrie was another form of torture. She let herself fall in love with him knowing full well he was the one man she couldn't have. Perhaps it was because of this, because nothing real could ever come of it that she'd allowed such a thing to happen. Maybe she enjoyed the slow burn, knowing her bliss couldn't last forever. Either he'd end it or she'd fuck it up somehow, like she always did.
Even with Corrie, that old self-destructive urge had eventually come back. Every now and then she'd go out and have "fun." She'd find some rando and get fucked up...to what end, again to what end, just what did she-
"Take it," Dawson snarled, pulling her from her thoughts. He was still holding out the cigarette. "It will settle your nerves."
She let go of her face and finally took the cigarette from him. She took in a nice long drag then slowly let it out as she realized Dawson was right. She had been looking for something, no someone, yes, someone to help feed this sick need of hers and finish the job she couldn't. Who knows, she let out a heavy sigh maybe all of this wasn't as bad as she thought. Maybe this entire time, this so called "hate" this sickening desire to destroy herself was actually just her own masochistic nature, waiting to be discovered.
She took in another long drag and let it out as she looked at Dawson. It was clear he was dangerous, especially to her. What had he called himself, a Sadist? She vaguely recalled him whispering in her ear about it, at some point, it would seem she liked getting hurt and he liked to hurt, that made for a dangerous combination. She took in another long drag and let her head fall back as she let it out. Again he was right the cigarette had settled her nerves. She felt a lot calmer now.
He reached for the cigarette and she let him have it back. He put it in his mouth and took a few heavy puffs. She stared up at the roof of the car as she felt them speed up once more. She knew she should get out and get as far away from him as possible, while she still could. Yet she had a feeling it was too late for that. She'd been looking, waiting for someone like him and after all this time she'd finally found him.
He shifted gears and they began to slow down again, after a mile or so he took an exit. She looked around and saw they were somewhere beyond the city limits. They were so far out she saw the country side. It had been years since she'd seen country side. He turned down an off road and drove a ways until they came up to a large gated area. The iron gate fencing must have gone on for miles.
She wondered what was beyond it as he pulled up to a security gate and entered a code. A large gate, slowly slid opened and they continued down a very long road. In the distance she could see a breathtaking estate house, with tall hedges. He drove right up to it and pulled off to the side, parking in a lot filled with white gravel.
They shared another cigarette in silence and she started to feel a little out of it. After a while, he unbuckled her seat belt and tangled his fingers in her hair. He pulling her into a kiss and she didn't resist. His lips were soft and his tongue slid deep into her mouth. They made out for several minutes and she felt almost numb, mechanical. Eventually he pulled back, then put his hand under her dress. She forgot she'd tossed her underwear and jerked slightly, when he touched her.
She settled down as he ran his finger tips across the lips of her sex, tracing them. She felt slightly sick with herself as she sat there and let him enter her with his fingers. He began to roughly finger her and she let out a deep moan, closing her eyes. He still had a cigarette in his other hand and she could feel the heat on her skin as he brought it dangerous close to her. She flinched when she felt some ash drop on her inner thigh. She opened her eyes wondering if he did it on purpose but couldn't tell, either way she didn't pull away.
He worked her up a little but pulled away before she could start building toward orgasm. He finished off his cigarette then put it out. They sat for a while in silence, then he looked around and checked the time. He seemed pleased with it, he nodded to himself then turned towards her and grabbed her dress. He pulled it down some until the top of the fabric was half way on her breasts, you could see the tops of her nipples poking out, along with her nipple rings.
"Keep it like that, from now on, I always want to to see your breast heaving, and your nipples rings poking out, in whatever you wear."
She looked down at her breasts. It looked like they were falling out of her dress. She might as well be topless. He snapped his fingers when she didn't respond. "Stop looking at your fat tits and pay attention. You listen to me and do as I say, no questions."
He didn't wait for her to respond. He got out of the car and she followed suit. She felt a little weird being out and about with her nipples showing and no underwear. It wasn't the first time she'd gone around without her underwear but usually she was doing a walk of shame after a heavy night of partying.
He went to the trunk of his car and popped it open. When she didn't come over he snapped his fingers again, like she was some dog. She let out a heavy sigh but still went to him. He quickly stepped up to her and undid her hair, pulling it out from her low pig tails. He messed it up with his fingers then pulled out a tube of lipstick from his pocket.
"Pucker your lips." He snapped.
She did and he began to put lip stick on her. It was strange, she realized this was first time a man had done her makeup. He moved so fast and pressed harder then she was used to.
Once he had her lips coated he said "Rub them together…" She rubbed her lips together, then he pulled out some eye liner. "Look up,"
She looked up and he began doing her eyes. At first it was just lines and then he began to smear the lines with this fingers, smudging them up. When he was done he tossed the make up in the trunk, then stepped back and looked at her. He took three fingers and slightly smeared her lipstick, spreading it on to the side of her face. She thought it was odd.
"Right," he said looking her over again. "You look like a proper mess now"
She didn't say anything. She felt a bit melancholy. She wasn't sure if it was from the slaps or the cigarettes. He cleaned his hands off with some wipes then pulled out an expensive looking camera from the trunk. He put it's strap around his neck and took off the lens cap. He looked around made some adjustment on then camera then took a picture of her and nodded.
He wiped his mouth, rolled his shoulders back and began instructing her. "Okay, Fuck Hole, here's the plan. I want you to act like you don't know me. We're gonna go into that building, beyond the entrance there is a ballroom past that, is the doors to the back gardens. I want you to go out there and start walking around, act like your looking at all the flowers. You'll talk to no one, I'll follow you at a decent pace, every now and then I want you to look for me and expose yourself to my camera. Lift your dress up, pull out your tits...fix yourself. Then wander some more and expose yourself again. Walk around, do some squats, lift your dress, spread yourself open as wide as you can and show me your glutenous hole. Get on all fours, crawl around pumping your hips like you are fucking the air. Fuck, hump everything, I want you to go wild, act like you're a dog in heat. Roll around on the grass, get dirty and keep showing me your worthless fuck hole. Just make it's clear you live to get fucked and will put anything inside you."
She paused for a long moment after he stopped talking. It took her some time to understand. He wanted her to expose herself in public and act like she was in heat. She looked at him, her mouth slightly ajar, it took her another minute or so but she slowly said "You can't be serious… like that's messed up."
"You are messed up," he snapped back. "It's written all over you, inside and out, all I'm doing it getting it on film."
"I-" she shook her head looking around. She didn't see any other cars but fuck, there was no way she was doing this right...RIGHT! She tried to get real with herself be reasonable. "I-"
"Do you need assistance?" he asked interrupting her.
"Assistance?" she said confused.
He dug into his pocket and pulled out a little red pill. "Assistance."
"Fuck…" she looked at it then looked at him.
There was no way she could do this, should do this. She was crazy for even entertaining the idea! What the fuck was she thinking! That's it... she wasn't. She wasn't fuck thinking! When she was with him, staring into those ice blue eyes, she just let go. Tawnie would be so proud, she was always saying don't think just do… fuck… fuck… fuck.
She bit her lip but took the pill and hissed "Fuck this."
She swallowed it dry hoping it would help. She knew this was going to beyond degrading. He wanted her to go around like she was some fucking nympho who couldn't control herself. It was just humiliating. Of course that was the point of this right. He wanted her to take her down a few pegs as he put it.
He began to walk off and her heart raced. Shit! This was happening! She was really doing this! She moved following behind him but not too close. She was suppose to pretend she didn't know him. Heh pretend, she didn't actually know him, this was what, their third time meeting and he was still practically a stranger to her and yet she was doing this shit.
She shook her head as he walked up the steps of the estate and went in. He didn't bother to look back or even hold the door for her. She quickly went in after him and was blown away by the inside. The outside had looked pretty fancy but the inside was just gorgeous. It wasn't just the decor or the architecture. It was a mixture of everything, the lighting, art work, furniture pieces, architecture, layout of the room, the intricate floor tiles,and the fucking smell. All of it hit her at once and she felt like she'd been transported to another world.
Corrie liked to look at architecture books sometimes. She'd got hold of one once and it had a lot of cool designs in it. She didn't understand everything but oh he would love this place! It was just breathtaking! She wandered through the entrance and into a ball room. Fuck she hadn't just been transported to another world but another time as well. Dozens of flowers were either being put up or taken down, she couldn't be sure. She realized this place had to be a wedding venue. Yes, people clearly got married here, not that she'd ever been married but she'd seen enough of these places on TV and in movies to know what they looked like.
Dawson cleared his throat seeing she was distracted. She turned to him and saw him coyly gesture with his head to the doors, he'd mentioned. Someone came up to him and he started talking with them, showing off his camera. She bit her lip but walked outside still unsure if she could do this... again should do this. For a moment she hesitated and turned around, she caught a glimpse of her reflection in the glass doors.
He'd done her face up slutty, too much smoky eye shadow and smeared lipstick, like she'd been making out or sucking too much cock. She felt gross. She was gross! She looked up at the morning sky and it was such a beautiful day. There were so many other things she could be doing right now other then this. Yet she turned and walked down some steps. She saw row after row of lush flowers, hedges and various garden structures.
It was like walking into paradise. This was definitely a classy place. A place where many dreams came true and he wanted her to act nasty as fuck. She dragged her feet but eventually began to walk around. After a few dozen steps or so she paused and looked for him. He was outside now, in the distance watching her with his camera. Fuck the camera! She closed her eyes and shook her head. Somehow she'd mentally spaced that part. She knew he was going to take picture but hadn't really thought about the results of those pictures.
It was one thing to flash someone and another to fucking have it on film forever. There would always be a record of today…. of what she was about to do. Who knew what he would do with these photos. He could do anything with them and show them to anyone he wanted, at any time. She knew she should be beyond freaked out by this but the thought kind of excited her. Anyone really could see these photos, they wouldn't know her and see her totally exposed. They'd probably think she was a total sex freak.
Who knows maybe she was. After all she had no obligation to be here. He didn't have anything over her, no, she was choosing to do this and for what? The promise of his cock? She could get cock anywhere. Yet, his cock and the ways he made her feel, the things he could do to her, things she'd never imagined, it was just too enticing to pass up.
She found herself getting wet as the dark part of her lit up. Maybe he had a point to all this. Maybe for once, someone might know her better then she knew herself. This was super freaky yet thrilling as fuck. She thought she'd done a lot over the years and yet this all felt so new and exciting.
"Fuck...fuck" She cursed under her breath.
She opened her eyes and turned to him, then looked around the garden. She didn't see anyone and decided to go for it. She licked her lips and quickly lowered the top of her dress, flashing both her tits before putting them away. She could see he didn't get the shot, the frustration on his face. He shook his head then made a gesture to his watch. She knew he wanted her to slow down and give him more time.
She went around a bush and waited until she saw him again. When she was sure he could see her. She lowered the top of her dress exposing her breast to the fresh air and morning sun for nearly a minute. He took several pictures then nodded. She bit her lip then lifted the bottom of her dress, showing her pussy.
She saw him lift the camera again and held the position until he lowered it. She fixed her dress and moved on feeling her heart race in her chest. It really wasn't as bad as she thought or maybe her assistance was kicking in. She wandered around trying not to think and just feel for once. She moved to smelled some of the flowers then slowly lifting the back of her dress up to expose herself from behind.
She waited counting in her head then moved on. She did it again but spread her cheeks this time as she bent. After a minute or two she stood back up and wandered by a stone fountain. She sat on it's large ledge and spaced out for a moment. She recalled having seen a fountain like this in her dreams before. It was in the center of a large garden that was almost like a maze. She remembered it being teared with-
Dawson whistled, pulling her from her thoughts. She let out a heavy sigh and put her hand in the water, while spreading her legs. She made sure he'd be able to see up her dress and he took more pictures, no doubt. She felt a rush of adrenaline and arousal. She was being so dirty, so slutty in public, she'd fucked around outside before but usually when she was drunk or in the heat of the moment. Even then it would be at night, in some dark place where few people could see, unless they'd really been looking.
Here and now, like this, she was out in broad day light, exposing herself in a public venue where anyone could run across her. She stood up from the fountain and started to get more daring. She walked to a gazebo and stood in the center of it. She looked all around then lifted her dress and squatted spreading herself wide open. He moved around taking photos like mad. Next she moved on to a light pole that lit up the garden at night.
She grabbed hold of it and pressed her body against it. She began humping it. He took pictures as she lifted her dress and even pressed her crotch up against the cold metal. She was so wet she left a little mark with her juices. She wiped it away with her dress then continued. She found a more open area and put her arms out. She spun around and around and her dress flew up around her waist.
She couldn't believe this, how much she was enjoying showing herself off like this. At this point she was so fucking deranged she might as well walk around naked. She laughed at the idea. She walked for a bit and froze, seeing people, her heart skipped a beat. She knew she was exposing herself in public but up until now she hadn't seen anyone else but Dawson around.
She swallowed and stared at the older couple snuggling on a bench. They just seemed to be enjoying their day and the each others company. Her chest ached seeing such a happy loving couple. She wondered...if...if she and Corrie or anyone would ever be with her like that, if she would even grow old. Probably not, what had one college professor told her years ago, slutty girls didn't get happy endings.
She hadn't liked that course, had found it hard to follow and pay attention. Her mother was in hospice at that point and she'd been debating dropping out of college, yet she kept going, knowing how hard it had been to get in. It also kept her busy and distracted her from the worst of her thoughts. Sometimes they'd get so bad, what was she going to do after her mother died or how was she suppose to go on, for the rest of her life without a mother.
She'd often come to class high and fool around with the closest guy sitting next to her, if he was game. She'd mostly give them hand jobs or let them finger her. She dropped a pencil once, to suck some guy off She thought she was being coy for the most part, sitting in the back row.
Normally, she didn't do shit like that during class hours but the doctors had told her tha her mother could pass any day day..just like that. Gwyne knew she was close but hadn't wanted to admit it. She no longer looked at Gwyne when she spoke, or responded in any way. Gwyne didn't know how to handle this shit. Her mother had prepared her for it but now that it was actually upon her she'd had a hard time accepting it. She needed near constant distraction and partying until she'd pass out.
One day after class the female professor had asked to to stay after and laid into her. She wanted to know what Gwyne was doing fooling around, just where she thought she was going to end up in life. Gwyne told her she was just having some fun and hadn't really thought about it, which was a lie. She constantly thought about the future even to this day. The professor just shook her head and told her slutty girls didn't get happy endings. They got thrown away when they were no longer of use. If she kept going down this path like she was, she was going to wind up dead in the gutter or overdosing in some some alleyway.
The professor demanded she change her ways at once or drop the class. Gwyne didn't have any business being in her class or college for that matter if she wasn't committed to the right path. She was just wasting space and distracting those who had a purpose. She and Tawnie had gotten drunk later that night or afternoon and laughed about. They called the woman a prude but it had really bothered Gwyen at the time. Like she was doing all she could to hold her shit together and this woman told her she had no purpose... was just wasting space. She wasn't sure if she was trying to scare Gwyen or what. At that point Gwyne had just been trying to fucking survive.
Her mother died the next day, she never went back to that class or college for that matter. A tear escaped her eye, dang, she'd forgotten about that memory and those feelings, she'd once had. It must have come boiling up cause Tawnie had mentioned the blow job thing in class the other day. Everything had just been so hard back then and kept getting harder no matter what she did until she said fuck it all and taken to the road with Tawnie.
She stared at the old couple, for a moment longer then turned her back on them. Who cared about the future... right now, she was having fun. She looked for Dawson and saw him staring at her frozen. She thought he'd be pissed she hadn't moved but as they locked eyes, he looked lost, his camera up, like he'd been taking pictures of her standing there...crying and shit. She wiped her face thinking this whole thing was stupid. She just wanted to get it over with. She walked around some more, went behind a tree and flashed her tits, getting back to business. He still seemed out of it but took pictures. She continued to squat, sometimes over flowers. Sometimes she'd have her back to people and her dress up in the front. She made sure she a distance away from anyone view or at a weird angle. A part of her still didn't want anyone to catch her. She felt so fucked up and perverted doing this.
She tried to keep thinking of his cock and how good it was going to make her feel and of how she must look, exposing herself everywhere. She tried to think of this as a sexy photo shoot, yeah like she was a model or some shit. At one point she had to pee and let him know making the universal signal but he just shook his head. He wouldn't let her go. Fucker. How many pictures did he need? Hadn't she given him enough?
She saw another bench that was sort of enclosed by bushes. It had the feeling of a room almost and she got an idea. She went over to the bench and waited for him to see her. She lifted her dress up and sat down. She leaned back, then pulled her knees up under her arms. It took some adjusting but she kept lifting her legs until her ankles were up past her head like in yoga. He paused, she could see he was impressed. He moved in closer and when she was sure he'd get it, she gave him a snarky smile and began to piss. He hadn't asked for it specifically but she thought she knew what he wanted. It had been ages since she'd pissed outside. She'd usually done it when there were no other options traveling or at a concert and a few times when she was plastered.
A small yellowish stream spurted out of her, arching slightly before it sprayed onto the cobble stop path that lay under the bench. She watched as he practically fell over a bush, moving in to get closer shots. He looked so excited taking picture after picture. She laughed to herself this was suppose to degrading her but he seemed to be the one acting a fool. She was reminded of other times guys would stumble and fall over her.
She used to love teasing them, she'd skinny dip or run into a field half naked and let them chase after her. One guy was afraid of heights once and climbed a ladder to get at her pussy. She liked to think she helped him get over his fear of heights that day. At least he was rewarded for his bravery. She also recalled a time, a bunch of guys playing sports in a field once stuck their dicks through a chain link fence when she and Tawnie pressed their bare buts up against the fence to moon them. They'd begged for a suck or fuck but the girls had just taken off running and laughing at them.
She liked these memories better then the one of her professor. Thinking of college often made her feel sad...cause it was all tied in with her mother and everything. She tried to push it all from her mind and just focus on this moment here and now. She finished peeing and felt more confident then ever as if doing these things gave her some sort of power. He was suppose to be in charge of this but she felt like she was in control.
She started giving him seductive looks, and pretended she was leading him around. She touched herself, opening her lips, she'd slid a finger inside herself and let her juices get all over the ground. She kept making eye contact with him after every pose, wondering if this was enough and if this, so called "humiliation" was over yet. Had she "earned" his throbbing cock? No... each time he finished a shot, he'd pulled back and act like he didn't know her.
Seriously, what more did he fucking want? She wandered some more getting a little bored. She continued to rub herself and fingered her hole, with people in the background. There seemed to be more now and she wondered if this place was open to the public or only for a select few. Dawson had to use a code to get in so she assumed it was private. She found herself getting distracted and was beginning to think she'd have to get herself off at this rate.
She crossed a small field at the back of the gardens and headed towards a row of trees that offered some shade. She "fell down" onto the grass, lifted her dress up around her middle and began to crawl around on her hands and knees. Every so often she'd shake her ass about and after a while she began to sing a little song in her head.
I want cock! I want cock! My pussy wants cock! So give it to me! I want cock, you slimy jerk! So get over her and give it to me! I want cock...cock...cock...cock, fuck me already, fuck, fuck...fuck!" She laughed to herself and put her head down in the grass. She stuck her lower half up in the air and spread her self wide open hoping he'd just put it in. Suddenly she felt something hard hit her ass, then again.
"Ow…" she cried as it stung.
She turned and he was throwing rocks at her. Did he want her attention? Was someone coming? She sat back on her knees. He pulled some more rocks from his pocket and finally approached her hissing. "Get back into that position." She did and spread, again he threw rocks. She realized he was trying to hit her hole. It felt weird, leaving herself open, each time a rock hit her it stung but there was also this twinge of pleasure that followed.
He hit around her hole, a few more times and she closed her eyes enjoying the unexpected sensations. He got a direct hit on her hole and she jerked, as a spike of pleasure tore through her. She nearly fucking came it was so intense. When she looked back at him, he seemed upset.
She heard him huff and puff "Pfft, wont even go in, your hole is pathetic, too closed up. We need to open you up more. Get up!"
She got up. "Turn around and look at me." She turned and looked at him. "Lift up your dress." She did. "Legs apart." She spread her legs. He wet his fingers tips with his mouth then ran them over the lips of her sex toying with her. "Your skin is always so hairless, smooth and soft, what do you use wax or cream?"
"No, I got all my body hair removed years ago. Cost a bit but worth it not having to shave."
He nodded. "Good, slut, saved me the trouble." He sounded pleased as if she'd done it for him. He ran his fingers over her lips, prodding and tapping them. Then he opened and closed them as he took pictures. After a minute or so he smiled, then took a stepped back and ordered "Show me my ring."
"Your ring." she said.
"Yeah, I paid enough for it."
"Paid enough." She said spreading herself to show him her clit ring.
She bit her lip knowing he was the second guy to see it, third person all together with Tawnie. She'd probably show it off a lot more over the years but it was still weird knowing she'd shown it to Corrie and now Dawson. She wondered what Corrie would think of her doing all this? Would he consider it safe?
"Yeah," said Dawson finally responding. "The stone is from my personal collection and I paid a professional to make you a custom piece short notice. He made sure the placement was perfect and this will never break, bend or rust, some of the hardest metal, once its sealed it can't be removed by most cutters. Got a lifetime warranty on that twat of yours."
"WHAT!." she said dropping her lips closed "Seriously, you sealed it! Like I can't take this thing off? EVER!"
"Seriously," he said with a sly smile
She couldn't believe this! She hoped he knew how to open it and she just hadn't figured it out yet. She never expected it couldn't be removed...EVER! It was insane, beyond fucking insane. There were time when she'd have to remove it...right? Some medical machines had magnets or some shit and what was she suppose to do when she went through a metal detector. "I DON'T BELIE-"
He stepped up to her, getting in her face. She found him more then intimidating. She was upset but got quiet as he roughly moved his hand between her lips again. He sought out her hole then shoved something up into it. She hadn't realized he'd had something in his hand. "What did you just?"
He slapped across the face "I thought I made myself perfectly clear in the car. Are you questioning me?
Son of a bitch that hurt! Her head had fucking whipped to the side. She held her cheek and looked back at him. She knew what he said but what had he just shoved inside her. She needed to know."I know but-."
He reached into his pocket then did it again, shoving something else up her. She could feel it enter her, something small cold, but couldn't tell just what it was. Her eyes widened as he hissed "You've been flippant today! You think you can talk back to me! You don't ever talk back to me! I am your master, your decider! I can make or break you! Don't ever bite the hand that feeds you! Now apologize!"
Apologize, right, he wanted her to apologize, she'd almost forgotten about that with everything else going on. She still wasn't too happy about it but that meant she was just that much closer to cock right? She just had to stroke his ego a little bit more but she wanted to know what was inside her. He cleared his throat growing impatient.
She glared at him but let out a sigh and said "I'm sorry,"
"I don't believe you," he said. He reached into his pocked then pushing another something up her. She kept trying to catch what it was but he'd palm it just before shoving it up her. "You think you're something special, that you can talk to me anyway you want, as if you have any right to! You're nothing! FUCKING NOTHING but a fuck hole that will take what it is given, no questions, you just inhale. I could shove anything up here." He did it again, she was getting worried feeling several cold somethings now.
"Your glutenous fuck hole, will literally take anything, a fucking broom, trash, dirt, mud, bugs," then he smiled, "Rocks." Her eyes widened as she realized he was sticking dirty fucking rocks up her. Her mouth parted as she gasped. He continued. "How many do you think it will take, to fill you up to the brim, huh? She felt sick but her pussy lit up excitedly, excited by the morbidness of it. He roughly fingered her moving them around inside her, "I bet you're pussy would take every single one I've got in my pocket." He did it again and again.
She just stood there like an idiot, taking it. She was completely mortified, unable to move...to react. This was beyond everything, a broom was one thing but rocks, for a second her arousal wavered as she thought that couldn't be good...healthy...who knows where they had been.
"No," she grasped his arm trying to keep him from adding more. She burst into tears "You can't."
"WHAT!" he said like she'd slapped him across the face.
He pulled his arm from her, glared at her, then shoved his hand deep in his pocket. He pulling out a decent sized one. She saw it and stumbled back. He came at her and she tried to gabbed his hand again but he got around her grasp. He back handed her and she fell to the ground her dress flying up.
He dropped to his knees and his hand moved fast, garbing hold of her sex, he pinned her and pushed the rock into her entrance and then another and another bigger rocks. She could feel their shapes now, the fullness. She rolled her head back as her pussy glowed with new sensations. It took in the shapes and thundered with a quick unexpected orgasm.
She cried out, beyond ashamed. How could this happen? How could she cum off...off fucking rocks. She could feel her muscles clench around them and cried out...uncontrollably. "Uh...uh...uhh." She wanted them out but they also felt so…so fucked up. She closed her eyes and jerked her hips as the orgasm tore through her. He put his hand on her pussy and began to move her, shaking her up.
"LOOK AT YOU! YOU SICK BITCH! GETTING YOUR ROCKS OFF! DON'T YOU EVER TELL ME WHAT I CAN OR CAN NOT DO! YOU DUMB FUCK HOLE. I CAN FUCKING DO WHAT I WANT! YOU GAVE YOUR FUCK HOLE TO ME! AND I'LL FILL IT HOWEVER I PLEASE!"
"No" she trembled crying. "It's not safe, please, take them out please!"
"IF YOU WANT THEM OUT YOU'D BETTER MEAN IT!"he said pulling his hand off her. He pulled out another big rock from his pocket and continued."Or I'll fill you up! Now APOLOGIZE!"
"I'M SORRY! I'M SO SORRY!" she desperately choked pleading with tears, soaked eyes.
"Spread your fuck hole!" He hissed.
She hesitated but feared what he'd do if she didn't. She spread herself also terrified he'd try and shove the rock up. Tears streamed down her face as he ordered once more "APOLOGIZE!"
"I'm sorry." she gasped through sobs
"You gonna talk back to me again?"
"No…no...no" she said shaking her head.
"You gonna question me?"
"No, no" She desperately sobbed thinking of those dirty rocks inside her, her body cumming off them. She was truly sick...beyond a fucking slut. Who the fuck got off on rocks. She felt so disgusted inside and out. She tried to push them out with her muscles and he noticed.
"What are you doing?" he said seeing one poke out, "You're pushing them out,"
"No."
He slapped her pussy shaking up the rocks again "LIAR. You'll get another for that!"
"NO! PLEASE!" she tried to block herself off.
"Two then" he pulled another from his pockets and shoved them both in her." She screamed and he covered her mouth.
"Looking pretty full," he mocked," "And dirty," He took up his camera with his other hand taking pictures. "Now how many more do you want?" She fell still knowing he was in control, right now. He had all the power. She had no choice but to settle down and hope he'd stop. When she relaxed, he pulled his hand off of mouth and asked. "Well what will it be?"
"I'm sorry! I am really sorry!" she choked.
For a moment they locked eyes and something about all this felt so familiar to her. Her chest ached as she noticed how big his pupils were. She'd read somewhere it was a way to tell if someone liked you. His were huge almost swallowing up his ice blue eye. It was like looking into black holes. He had to be on something right that or he was absolutely loving this.
After a moment he shifted his gaze, his eyebrows furrowed for a second as if he'd lost himself for a moment. He quickly recovered and gently brushed her left cheek as he whispered. "You will take what I give you. You are no one, you are nothing, nothing but a fuck hole. Your feelings, your words, your thoughts don't matter. You are a hole and that is all that you are. Got it!"
"Yes, yes," she gasped, frantically nodding.
"Get up." he hissed. "Stand up."
She got up feeling the rocks shift about inside her. Her body seemed unsure of what to do, how to take this sudden sensation and these new shapes. It uncontrollably spasmed with orgasm once again and her muscle clutched down on the rocks. She couldn't help but cried out "Uh...uh, uh" Why was she like this, again who who came off dirty fucking rocks…she did. She fucking did!
Once she was fully standing, he kicked her legs apart at the ankles and had her lift up her dress again. He grabbed some mud from the ground then smeared it across the lips of her pussy. She just stood there taking it Why? Why was she just allowing him to do this to her. She'd never been treated like this by anyone. Her heart raced as she let out heavy breaths.
All of this just felt so intense! She flared her nostrils as she realized she was getting off on this. His mistreatment of her, the vulgarity of her situation, it was all so new and absolutely intoxicating. That part of her that was self-destructive was lighting up like mad, singing with utter delight. She had never felt like this... so...so taken in by anyone actions. She couldn't wait to see what happened next.
He took up his camera once again and she closed her eyes as he took more vulgar pictures of her. There would be photos now, of her standing here, with her dress lifted up and mud on her pussy. Fuck rocks in her pussy! Tears streamed down her face as so many emotions washed over her. He chuckled seeing how caught up she was.
She opened her eyes and he lightly tapped her cheek with the palm of his hand. "All you are right now, is a dirty fuck hole. BEG! Beg me to fuck that pathetic hole of yours."
Her eyes widened as her heart skipped a beat. He wanted her to beg him to fuck her dirty hole. Would he take the rocks out or leave them in? Oh fuck, she swallowed at the thought of him leaving them in and thought there was no way, there was just no fucking way. She was scared now but still oddly excited. He began to look impatient, she knew he could do more, put more in her, if she didn't please him.
She took a deep breath and begged "Please fuck me. I beg of you!"
"NO!" he said dissatisfied, "It goes please fuck my pathetic, no good dirty fuck hole."
"Please fuck my pathetic, no good dirty fuck hole." She whimpered.
"I'm a worthless fuck hole." he said
"I'm a worthless fuck hole." she repeated.
"Please give me worth with your cock."
"Please give me worth with your cock."
Things were silent for a solid minute. He didn't move or say anything, he just stood there looking at her. She swallowing in anticipation, she had no idea what he was thinking or what he was going to do to her. A sly smile spread across his face as he began to gloat, lording over her once again. She could see the excitement pulsing through him and his pure satisfaction at her disgrace.
He stepped back and took it all in, with those cruel ice blue eyes of his. She watched his nostrils flare as he rolled his shoulders and took a deep breath in. He looked down at her sex then stepped forward. He took hold of her dress and lowered it back down. He brushed it out making sure it looked all proper again then leaned in close to her. He put a thumb on her lower lip as it quivered and whispered in her ear.
"No." He paused for a long moment as she choked up. No? What more did he want? He continued, his breath on her ear. "You're dirty, filth, I'm not sticking my cock in that disgusting fuck hole. You think I would sully myself, soil my perfect cock on a fucking rock whore. That's right, you fuck rocks. You're not even worth a cocks anymore. Fuck, your hole is devaluing by the second, first a broom, now rocks. What wont you get off on? Do you even know how many are up there?"
She didn't know. "I don't know."
"You don't know, huh? Yeah you don't know shit! You let anything up there."
She looked at him as he slowly pulled back, wondering what his deal was. He'd made her beg him to fuck her but now he wouldn't because she was dirty. He was the one who made her dirty! If he wasn't going to fuck her...then this, all of this was for nothing. Was he just messing with her this whole time? Why? Because she'd refused him earlier in the store? It dawned on her that might be what was going on? She felt embarrassed thinking about all the things she'd done to get him to fuck her. Was this what it felt like, when she and Tawnie teased guys and just walked off.
She began to feel sick, her arousal dampened and she started to come to her senses.
She bit her lower lip and wondered what the fuck she was doing here, with a guy she barely knew. She felt like such an idiot! She wanted to take the rocks out and leave but wasn't sure he'd let her. She had a feeling he wouldn't let her go until he was pleased but she didn't know what more he wanted. Was he really just messing with her or what?
She was beyond frustrated at this point and he just kept looking down at her, with that dumb smile on his face. She knew she had to do something or he'd do more...worse. What could she say or do at this point to end this? She shifted her gaze thinking over the last few minutes then had an idea.
She looked back at him and said. "I... there are as many rocks as you gave me."
His eyes flickered for a second as he looked confused and then intrigued. He tilted his head ever so slightly, like she'd suddenly lit a match. She had it! She knew she fucking had it! She stared him down and seductively whispered, "I have as many rocks as you gave my worthless fuck hole."
He ran his tongue across the top row of his teeth and got a funny little smile on his face, showing he was pleased. "That's right," He nodded, "You took what I gave you." He looked at her for a moment then gently lifted her dress back up. He rubbed his hand over her sex and seemed suddenly entranced once more, "Alright...alright," He said to himself then without warning he snatched up her arm. "Come, follow!"
They moved quickly and he seemed almost giddy. She tried to keep up with him but it was hard. She had to keep her legs somewhat closed so the rocks didn't fall out. It also felt strange moving with them inside her. She worried she'd get hurt but none of them seemed too sharp, perhaps they were smooth rocks. She cringed realizing she was trying to gauge the fucking texture of rocks inside her pussy. Again what was her life...
He laughed as she waddled after him. "Good girl! Don't drop a single one now. I want to keep them all and put them in a jar. I want to fill up a room with all the thing your fuck hole takes!"
She really hoped he wasn't being literal but when it came to him she couldn't tell, he was hard to read, if she could read him at all. They moved over to a little work shed that had a water hose hook up. He picked up the hose but didn't turn the water on just yet.
He put his hand under her, like her pussy was a candy dispenser and ordered, "Alright now, push them out!"
She closed her eyes and used her kegel muscles. She felt everything shift before it began to pop out of her. She felt a wave of relief, happy to get them out but soon realized some wouldn't move. She went to remove them with her fingers but he slapped her hands away with the end of the hose,
"No! I'll do it!"
He counted the rocks in his hand, then pocketed them before rooting his fingers up inside her. She felt him swirling her around. She watched him take more out and then count. She hoped he'd kept track and that he'd get them all out. He put his finger in her one more time then nodded to himself pocketed the rest. He turning on the water then and sprayed her pussy with ice cold water.
She jerked from the sudden coldness but forced herself to stand there, wanting to get cleaned off. He sprayed the dirt off the lips of her pussy, then commanded."Spread your fuck hole. I'm gonna hose the filthy thing down!"
Reluctantly, she spread herself and he washed her out spreading her more. The icy cold water stung inside her and not in a good way but she hoped it would get all the dirt and grim out. After a few seconds, he shoved the hose head inside her and she cried out. The water filled her up more gushing back out, "Ha, your greedy hole wants to take this too, wonder how much length it could take."
She watched him stare at her pussy like he was seriously estimating it. She gave him a concerned look and he smiled. He pushed it in more and her eyes shot even wider but she said nothing. He pulled it out after a second and turned the water off, dropping the hose to the ground.
He chuckled and said. "Relax, I love to make your eyes pop."
He leaned in then and unexpectedly kissed her with such passion. It felt so odd given how vulgar he'd just been. He'd treated her like dirt and was now kissing her with such excitement. When he pulled back he lingered on her lips for a few seconds then drew her into his arms. He full on embraced her and she rested her head on his chest. They stood there for a moment before he seemed to realize what he was doing. He jerked away and looked upset with something. She watched him turn his head from side to side as he shifted his gaze in deep in thought.
He noticed her studying him and he snarled "Take off your dress!" She did it as she stared to shiver, feeling internally cold now. "Give it to me!"She gave her dress to him and he tore it into several long pieces. She almost protested! She really liked that dress but thought better of it...worrying he might punish her for questioning him.
He smiled down at her and praised her. "Good, it can learn." She gave him a look but he moved on. "Now," he said puffing up his chest, "Get on all fours, start crawling around and pump you hips to shake all that excess water out."
She let out a heavy sigh but turned her back to him and got on all fours. She stared crawling about and pumped her hips. She could feel the excess water splashing her inner tights. She was so cold now that she shivered and shook. It was a bright sunny day out but they were in the shade of the shed. She started to crawl towards some light hoping the sun would warm her up but he whistled when she got too far.
"Where are you going? Bring it back now!" He hissed as he pulled at his belt, undoing it. She crawled back to him still pumping her hips and he scoffed. "Heh look at you, pumping away, begging for cock. You want my cock? Heh, you aren't worth the pump, no not even a single drop of my seed. You go around acting like your pussy is a treat but it's just meat to beat." He came up behind her then and put his foot on her but. He gave her a good shove and she fell forward onto the grass.
She laid there, in the cold grass for a second but he hissed. "Get up!"
She got back on all fours, he placed his foot on her but cheek once again and shoved her to the ground. He wiped his mouth then placed his foot on her ass and said, "You are beneath me! Beneath the grim on my boots! Don't you ever...EVER, think yourself important or I'll remind you. I'll fucking rock your world, you worthless bitch!" He laughed amused with himself. Then stretched looking around. He stepped off her and she found herself clinging to the grass without realizing it.
"Keep your head down but bring your ass up."
She kept her head down but picked up her lower half. He gave her a good hard smack on the ass, watching her but jiggle as his hand print started to appear. He sunk to his knees and she found herself getting wet even as cold as she was inside, she could feel a warmth. Her body was no doubt gearing up for him and she hoped this would be it. At last the whole reason she was out here letting him treat her like dirt. She smiled to herself and was glad he hadn't just been messing with her.
She wiggled her but about and he laughed. "Excited are we!"
She didn't respond. She just waited! He bent over her a few seconds later but didn't insert. She lifted up her head slightly and wondered what he was doing. She saw his belt come over her head. She realized he had pulled it out of his pants, looped it and put it around her neck. He tightened it and noticed it. Her eyes went wide as she felt its bear down on the tender flesh. She'd never had a belt around her neck before. He pulled in tight and it began to choke her. "Head down bitch."
She put her head back down and he pulled his cock out. He lifted it and placed it directly over her hole and let it go. It smacked down on her entrance and she quivered enjoying a twinge of pleasure. He did it again slapping her hole with the weigh of his cock. She jerked and moaned.
"Yeah, heh you like that!" He eased up on the belt some grabbed her ass cheeks and spread her open. He shook her hips and then spit on her hole, "Yeah, your worthless fuck hole is a quivering mess, barely worth pummeling." He graced her with the tip then. She felt the head as he nudged her. She bit her lip and closed her eyes wiggling with excitement.
He sunk into her nice and slow, warming her up. She was a little afraid there were still rocks but once he touched her cervix and nudge it up, she didn't care. He settled in her, filling her up completely. He gripped hold of the belt and tugged on it. She clenched down on him feeling her neck get squeezed. She had to lift her head so she could breath, getting up on her arms. He slapped her ass cheeks hard on one side and then the other, then he did it again as he began to pull back.
He almost pulled all the way out, then allowed himself to free fall back into her. She could feel his balls collided with her clit ring and it was glorious. When she'd first been pierced any impact was painful but now...now it sent a shudder of pleasure throw her. She let out several lustful cries, "Uh...uhh…"
She began to feel short of breath as the belt choked her but her arousal soared as she took in her current situation. She was beyond slutty, fucking outdoors, on all fours, in a public garden, with a belt wrapped around her neck. What a fucking mess she was! She should be horrified but found herself absolutely entralled. She jutted feeling a wave of pleasure wash over her as she wrapping her muscles around his mighty cock. She nearly came again but still not quiet yet.
He pulled back then free falled into her pussy with a smack. She cried out and he did it again pulled back then free falling, smack. She could feel his balls bouncing off her pussy making her clit ring rattle with delight. She let out little whimpers and moans though her limited breath and kept clenched his cock with her muscles, almost like she was sucking on it.
She heard him breath in sharply. She could tell he enjoyed her squeezing him and did it again and again, tightening herself around him. He stopped free falling and pushed into her deep. For a moment he just nudge her cervix, slowing grinding his head against it and then….oh then he pulled back and did long, hard, beautiful strokes, just like she liked.
She dug her hands into the grass pulling up several blades. She couldn't believe this...couldn't fucking believe herself. She didn't understand how this could still feel so amazing after what he'd just put her through. How could she still want him so badly after he'd scared the shit out of her, pushing rocks into her and smeared mud all over her pussy. He'd demeaned her and made her cry! He made her dirty and humiliated. No cock should ever be worth this much trouble. Yet here she was taking it like it was a fucking gift.
A part of her knew it was more then just his cock, she wanted. She could get cock anytime, his was good, even fucking great but he also had this way about him. She liked his roughness, the things he did to her and made her do. No one else had ever….She felt him yank on the belt nearly cutting off her oxygen completely. Something about it only added to her ecstasy. She could barely breath, he mind was beginning to feel the lack of oxygen, yet she didn't struggle enjoying his long cock strokes.
Oh she loved the way he fucked her up inside and out. She felt like he was actually feeding her in more ways then one, her hungry hole and her self-destructive nature, her need to be used and abused. He filled her right up just like her pussy. Her eyes were half slits as her breaths got shorter and shorter. She struggled to stay conscious nearly blacking out as he banged into her.
She started to fall forward but he smacked her. He loosened his hold on the belt and grabbed onto her hips, jerking her around. She felt it, a slow ebbing orgasm crawl out from under the cold and the shame of cumming off rocks. Yes, once again, she had literally gotten her rocks off. Her heart pounded as she came and it reached all over her body, amplified by her throbbing clit. Her ears began to fill with static, it happened sometimes when she masturbated and breathed too quickly.
She moaned as he lowered down some pressing his chest against her back. He released the belt even more and she could breath. He reached around taking hold of her clit ring and roughly toyed with her tender throbbing nub, pulling and twisted it. He owned it as he owned her hole and she felt this feeling, rise up in her, an almost affection. A sense of gratitude washed over her as he gave her just what she wanted...needed.
It was as if he was lifting some infinite burden off her shoulders, in treating her like this. She knew how crazy that sounded but she didn't care, basking in her delight. It was clear, he was going to take her places...places she should never go. She was on a descent she might not return from. In her heart of hearts, she wept for the destruction this man would no doubt bring. He would ruin her! Some distant part of her soul cried out endlessly for her to fight this madness, this fate but she ignored it. She allowed herself to embrace this pleasurable pain.
He let go of her clit ring and forced her to collapse. He laid on top of her and pounded her pussy into the hard cold ground. He grunted as he took up his belt once again. He forced her head to jerk up and back. He tightened it as he drilled into her. She shook with such overwhelming sensation letting out moans as she gasped feeling her walls crumble and quake against his might.
"Fu, fu, fuck, fuck, my pussy," she rasped, her voice barely audible as the belt nearly cut off her oxygen again but she didn't care. She came so hard off his amazing cock pounding her pussy into submission. He yanked her head back even more painfully so, instinctively she grasped hold of the belt with her hands trying to pull it free.
She started to black out as he snarled, "No! Fuck hole! FUCK! MY FUCK HOLE! SAY IT!"
She couldn't, she grasped at her neck unable to breath at all. He let her squirm for a second then released her. Glorious air filled her lungs as he just kept stuffing her. "I...I.."
He pulled up and back, again choking her out. He lifted up his body taking her up with him and violently jutted into her almost painfully so, "SAY IT RIGHT OR I'LL CHOKE YOU OUT AND LEAVE YOU HERE! YOU DUMB BITCH!"
He loosened the belt again. She grasped her neck, her throat aching. She wheezed, "Fuck, fuck, my fuck hole, fuck my hole. She was barely aware and couldn't seem to hold the thoughts in her head.
"What are you!" he asked repeatedly. When she didn't respond, he told her, "A fuck hole, say it!"
"A fuck hole," she barely moaned drool escaping her mouth "Fuck...fuck my hole," He pulled back on her and she clenching down on him hard, cumming, cumming so fucking hard as he jammed her up good inside. Her eyes rolled back in her head as she felt so light headed. She just couldn't catch...couldn't catch her breath.
He bucked up inside her and stiffened hard, holding the belt so tight as he came. Everything felt so intense...her skin was burning, cold hot tingling... everything started turning black as she felt him spray...her...in…t…o |
