She was a tease (part 5, end)

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Without pausing, I slid my cock deep into her pussy. She was so completely wet and ready that there was no resistance at all, and since I’d moved so quickly down between her legs, she didn’t have time to resist. Her moan / scream was as much from lust as it was from the feelings of humiliation and violation she was feeling. Her hips bucked up off the bed as I started to slowly fuck her, and I think she came again, at least it sure felt and sounded like she did.

I bent over her, laying fully on top of her and holding her down as I continued to fuck her. My mouth traveled over her shoulders and neck and face, my tongue and teeth leaving a trail of bite marks and saliva. She was crying, moaning, screaming through the gag in her mouth as I pistoned in and out of her. She was so wet I could feel it on her thighs. I started whispering in her ear, telling her how much I loved raping her tight pussy, telling her she was a perfect little slut and whore. Told her how dirty she was to enjoy being fucked like this. I said that she must secretly want to be raped all the time.

I told her that she’d never be able to have sex again without thinking of the way that I was fucking her now, using her like a piece of meat. I said that all she was was a hole, a place for me to put my cock and that every time she was with a man from now on, she’d wish it were me fucking her.

She cried and moaned and screamed some more, and came at least one more time. I stopped counting after a while, except to note each one and tell her how dirty she was to come so hard from being raped. She was barely moving any more, really, her resistance now just a barely audible moan every time I stabbed deep into her with my cock. She didn’t even move when I pulled out of her cunt, straddled her stomach and sprayed my cum all over her chest and face.

I climbed off the bed and got dressed. I stood over her for a few minutes, admiring my work. Her body was shaking. Cum and tears streaked her face. She looked so beautiful, like a work of art. I told her that I loved her like this, and that I’d be back in a few hours to clean her up and start again.

And I told her that I’d bring a friend this time.