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I push it inside of you, laughing at you and mocking you for just how easily it slips into your desperate little hole. “Fuck, that was easy.” I say laughing at you, you try to cover your face from the embarrassment of being such a wet slut, but I speed up my pace and you can’t help but moan and make the most pathetic noises possible. “You sound so fucking stupid baby. I’m going to give you something to really moan about.”

I feel the sucking on my fingers start to slow down, knowing that you’re starting to fall asleep. I pull my spit covered fingers from your mouth, quickly replacing them with my already hard cock, and using my spitty fingers I lean over and push them into your pussy. I start rutting my cock into your unconscious mouth and using it like a wet fleshlight, using my other free hand to hold your head down, giving you no choice but to take my hard cock all the way down your little throat.

He gets a look that lets her know he's through talking, and it's a look that also means she knows what's coming next. She falters, hand raised mid-point, and whatever she's saying trails off. His hand moves to his flies, and pulls them down.

It can't be that easy. It can't. It shouldn't be.

But it is.

Even before he pulls his cock out she's clenched her thighs together and let out a little whine. Knowing what's coming doesn't help. Knowing she won't be able to do anything about it. Knowing she's been conditioned. It just makes it worse.

It's why she's already halfway onto her knees by the time his cock was out, and kneeling when he steps in front of her. He isn't all the way hard yet but hard enough that her head is swimming, eyes locked onto him.

He rests it on her face. She's panting.

She was wrong. Can barely remember what she was wrong about but she knows she was. Has to have been. Obvious. Dumb. Such a dumb girl. Should never have argued. So stupid. His cock is harder now, heavier. Panting is now mixed with whining. Needy noises.

He's smiling. He lifts his cock and taps her with it, right on the forehead. He calls her a dummy and she moans. This always happens. The first few times it had been more difficult. Not really difficult, just more difficult. She’d at least needed telling to get onto her knees. Now he had her trained. Now she couldn’t help herself.

And she knew it.

The whines and pants are muffled when his cock fills her mouth. His hand helps her all the way down and her eyes roll back, thick string of drooling link her lips to the head of his cock when he pulls out and she gulps down air a moment or two before he’s back. She looked ditzy on her eyes going cross-eyed at his cock - flushed and drooling, she looks pathetic. That’s the point.

He taps her on the forehead again. Spit-slick cock makes a quiet little slapping sound. 

No resistance when he tips her gently backwards. Not a word as he pushes her legs apart, skirt riding up. Eyes are only half-open as he settles in, a hand holding one leg, the other pulling her soaked panties to the side and lining himself up. There’s a deep and satisfied sigh as his cock parts her folds and slides inside, and her eyes close fully. She’s smiling. She lost the argument, but she can’t remember there being one, so what did it matter?

He lets her rest there once he’s finished. No sense trying to snap her out of it, she’s obviously gone for now, and will be for a while. Cum dribbles out and drips to the floor between her legs and she quivers when he gives her cunt a possessive little pat before pulling her underwear back into place again. No sense letting it leak out.

“I think I won,” he whispers into her ear before kissing her on the head.

Like, surprise me in the parking lot kind of rape. I always park far away because I need the walk and I don’t want to deal with people who pull out like jackasses (hehe), so it should be pretty easy. I’m putting my things in the backseat, tucking them into the foot space so they don’t move around. You come up quick and grab handfuls of my ass, using your larger body to hoist me all the way into the back.

I’d be so shocked, I wouldn’t know what was happening, and that would give you plenty of time to pin me down by the back of the neck, my cheek pressing hard to the seat. I can feel the hard outline of your cock against my ass before I even draw a breath to scream. With your free hand you punch me in the head. Not hard, you know how to pull back on your blow, but sharp. It hurts just enough to scare me into shutting up.

You lean in even as I feel your hand slip between us to your belt. There are no fumbling hands here, you’re quick and precise as you pull the strap free of its buckle, followed by a brisk zip. “You scream and I’ll fucking put you in the hospital.” I can feel your breath on the side of my face but I can’t see you.

Now your dick is free, thick, and hard, and hot against me. Your attentions turn to my clothing, swiftly yanking my dress up and underwear down to my thighs. I try to wriggle, push you off, but you’ve got just enough of your weight on me so that I can’t budge up.

“Stupid..cunt!” Your sneer turns into a groan as you line up well enough to force your cock into me with one sharp thrust. I cry out but you don’t reprimand me, you moan and curse into my ear as you start fucking me against my will.

It burns, being stretched out and stuffed so forcefully, but only at first. I get wetter and wetter as you thrust into me again and again and again. I let out little grunts as you fill me, draw breath when you pull out. Your hips are so violent I can feel and hear the whole car rocking as I’m raped.

You still moan somewhere above me but don’t say anything else, even when my grunts become sharp cries as your fucking into my pussy becomes faster, harder. When you cum you shout out a curse against my temple and bury your cock so deep it forces a guh sound out of me.

You keep pumping your cum into me almost tenderly once your orgasm has passed, pushing it deep, clearly enjoying the last ebbs of the pleasure you took from my body. When you finally push off me and start tucking yourself away you tell me, “Don’t say a fucking word about this to anyone. I’m going to give you five minutes and then you better drive straight fucking home. I’m going to follow you in case you get any ideas.”

I can hear your feet walking away and it takes me a moment to remember where I am. I push my dress back down hastily as I back up out of the car, fumbling to pull my underwear back up, cringing at the squishy sensation of my panties meeting the cum seeping out of my ravaged cunt. I close the door and walk around to get in my car. I see another man walking to his car with a shopping bag and a snarky grin on his face. It’s not you, but he knows, or thinks he knows, what I’ve been doing. I turn so red that I can actually hear him laugh as he closes his car door.

On the long drive home I keep checking my mirror for you. I don’t know if it was a bluff but I’m not taking chances. I go straight home only to find a cop car waiting on the curb in front. I panic. Did someone see and call it in? Did you follow me home? Are you watching now? Are you going to kill me?

The cop walks up and motions for me to roll down the window. Stammering I ask if anything is wrong.

true kryptonian! clark kent's whole body feels unreal when you're underneath him. he towers over you, broad and heavy at well over six foot, with shoulders and a chest so wide they block out your view of the room when he leans over you. his frame is thick and dense with muscle, built from something far beyond human genetics.

his thighs are huge, hard and beefy, spreading you open with just the pressure of them bracketing your hips, and his hands- one can cover both your wrists... or your throat, or your hip without effort.

and his cock... it's massive. heavy, too. when he's hard for you (which is nearly instant, almost frightening in how quickly his body reacts to you, your scent, your touch), his length is nearly matches that of your forearm, thick the whole way down to a neat patch of hair at the base. he's wide enough that your hole has to fight to open around him.

true kryptonian! clark who's genital anatomy is not even similar to a human male's. he gets hard for you - his sweet human mate with that delicious, mouthwatering scent - concerningly fast. sometimes you get a little overwhelmed by how many times he needs to fill you.

when he pushes his cock into you, you go stiff at the sheer girth of him, enough to stretch you out obscenely. you're so tight around him and your walls grip down on him each time he pulls back. the crown of his cock is broad and flared; made to lock against you once he's inside, and his shaft isn't smooth. ridges run along the length, faintly glowing under the skin and pulse erratically.

the markings on his shaft vibrate when he gets worked up. they're placed perfectly to drag against your walls and stimulate you, and when you squeeze him the whole thing lights brighter. his body reacts to yours like it has a mind of it's own. he's meant to be inside your plush hole.

and then there are the spines, tiny catches along the underside, not sharp but textured, barbed just enough that once he thrusts in deep you feel them catch when he tries to pull out. soft little tugs that keeps him buried even when he's trying to be gentle. you realize quickly he's not built to pull out until he comes inside you enough to ensure it'll take. it's biology. his species is meant to create huge batches of offspring, and even if you can't get pregnant, his cock locks inside you to make the attempt anyway.

clark's body has been evolved to hold you open and stretched around him until he's satisfied. every time he shifts, those spines press and rake softly over your inner walls, forcing your body to clench tighter around him, milking him deeper. every push has that broad flared head stretching you wide, scraping perfectly, every ridge buzzing. you swear you can feel the vibrations move in patterns to hit the most sensitive spots in you. the markings that streak up his shaft glow brighter the wetter you get, and he watches how you're sucking him in with avid fascination, eyes hazy.

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Clark didn’t know your hips could even move like that.

Quick. Hard. Up and down and up and down, taking half of him then teasing just the tip. Taking him out just to swallow him up and get his dick sucked right back in. Your pussy drools like it’s raining, getting his lap covered in the indecent smear — it felt so fucking good. Clark hadn’t stopped to even catch his breath while he’s letting out all his stuttered moaning. Grabbing on your hips, palms lying flat on your lower back, not even needing to guide you while you move because you knew exactly what to do. Knew how to move that pussy in agonizing gyrates that pleased you both, getting him to yell and cry in the highest pitch his throat was capable of.

He felt like a goddamn mess. A fucking whore who couldn’t get enough of sleeping with you, feeling your slick on his dick, feel the rhythm of how you bounce. Reverse cowgirl had been a recent favorite position of yours, finding that this way he could rub and nudge places inside you that he’d only merely grazed before. You were able to grind your clit up against his sack, finding heaven with every bounce. Clark is a broken record.

“Y-You’re… you’re too good at this, you’re so good at taking my dick, it’s amazing baby… baby… baby, baby baby—“

He’ll try yanking himself out, as much excruciating pain as it was to leave the warm heat of your body — it was best to stay safe. Condoms weren’t a regular thing in your bedroom activities together after all. Clark thinks he would risk it all and call himself a dad if it meant he never had to feel the loss of pulling out.

This time, he’s dazed and lost. Cross eyed with drool piling up on his tongue, barely able to even focus on swallowing his own spit while your pussy pounds him and clenches. He spouts some half assed cry and true to halt your beautiful hips — a woahwoahwoah oh my god, baby I’m about to cum, I’m about to cum I can’t if it’s still inside—

You just grin and keep a grueling slow slide, making his balls ache while you swirl your hips around. Taking all of him in to the hilt until you’re flesh to flesh with no room left. Nothing between you. No latex, not even an inch to separate. Clark feels like he’s in love.