God this is so hot. Imagine how much of a fight I’d put up, struggling and writhing as you shove me over the bonnet of my car, it’s late and the parking lot is entirely deserted.
You rip my panties away, stuffing them in my mouth to stifle my screams. Your cock forcing its way into my entrance as I struggle and fight, trying to hit you but you’ve got my hands pinned painfully behind your back.
You came out of no where with a mask over your face and a cruel look in your eyes. You keep threatening to beat me if I keep fighting, telling me how attractive the sound of my fear is. My shouts muffled and desperate.
You know, if I hadn’t worn such a short skirt I wouldn’t have ended up in this position. It’s my fault. It was cruel to tease you like that. Never mind that this is the first time we’ve met.
One of your hands slides under my shirt, painfully squeezing and twisting my nipples and making me whine pitifully around my gag. Your cock is still pounding in and out of my cunt but you’re laughing now too. I’m getting wet.
It’s so fucked up. I’m still struggling but a heady moan escapes my lips and you yank my head back by my hair to sneer at me. To insult me, filthy whore that gets off on being violated.
I can feel you twitching inside me as your brutal rhythm stutters and strings of hot cum fill my womb. You’ve slammed your cock deep into me to make me take every last drop. I let out a groan, the feeling of your cum igniting my own orgasm as my pussy clenches around your cock and sucks you dry.
You laugh, slapping my ass and letting your insults sink into my flesh. Disgusting slut. Sick cumwhore. You pull my panties out of my mouth and spit down my throat. You’re more than happy to replace your cock with those same spit soaked panties, stuffing my cunt so your cum doesn’t leak out.
I don’t even bother putting up a fight anymore when your force me to my knees and demand I clean your cock. That was the best orgasm I’ve had in my life and I’d probably do anything to experience it again.
When you’ve finally had your fill, when I’m bruised and leaking cum. You’ll spit on my face, smear it across my cheeks and laugh at the exhausted, cock-drunk and dazed look in my eye. I couldn’t help becoming so desperate, it’s just what I was made for. It’s my place in the world to be abused by men like you. I know my place.
It’s why as you walk away I open my mouth with one last statement in a broken, fractured voice. Thank you.
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