Next It Girl, Saint, Oracle And Bitch

You do as you're told, lowering yourself slowly down to the floor. You take his member out and begin stroking him, nice and slow. Giving kitten licks to his tip. Knowing the more you tease him, the more brutal he’ll be. It sends a shiver of anticipation down your spine. 

“No teasing. Open your mouth, slut.” You open wide, sticking your tongue out, as Titus grabs a fist full of your hair. He slides himself into your waiting mouth, groaning when he feels your moan vibrate against him.

Titus sets a brutal pace, fucking your throat. Making you gag with every thrust. Laughing darkly when you look up at him with tears in your eyes. 

You know you look like a mess, slobbering all over his cock, but you also know that he loves it. How eager you are to please him. To be used by him. 

“There you go. Take it. Open that throat up for me. Fu-uck yes. My perfect little slut.”

You moan around his thick shaft, feeling your cunt pulse as you taste his salty precum. 

Unable to stop yourself, you drag your hand down your front, finding yourself already soaked. 

Titus groans when he sees you playing with yourself, desperately rubbing your clit.

“Does sucking my cock make you wet, slut? Make that pussy feel good?” 

Titus pulls you off of him with a deep groan. You sputter and cough, trying to catch your breath. 

He grabs you by your arms, pulling you up to meet his waiting lips. 

The kiss is messy. Clashing tongues and clinking teeth. Hungry. Desire coursing through both of you. You whimper when Titus pulls away, a string of spit following you. 

He grips you tight and throws you on the bed, like you're a ragdoll. 

“Get on your hands and knees, baby. Ass up. Wanna see how much you liked choking on my cock.” 

“Yes, Titus.” You’re breathless as you get on all fours, wiggling your ass. Presenting yourself to him. 

Titus groans, rubbing a thick digit through your glistening folds. 

“Fuck, she’s drooling for me.” 

Titus starts rubbing slow, lazy circles on your clit. 

“That feel good, baby?” 

You nod your head, letting out a breathy moan. 

Titus chuckles and delivers a harsh slap to your pussy. 

“Use your words, slut.” 

“Ungh! Fe-feels s-so good.” 

He glides his index and middle fingers down your slit, collecting your slick before plunging them deep inside you. 

“Mmm fuck, always so tight for me.” 

All you can do is moan as he fingers you. Using his thumb to rub tight, fast circles on your clit. 

You throw your head back, your hips matching his thrusts, fucking yourself on his fingers. 

You start to feel that familiar coil in your belly tighten. 

“Oh fuck, Titus. Mmm ungh, I’m- I’m gonna-.”

“Cum for me.”

You scream out as you spasm around him. He doesn’t let up, working through your first orgasm. 

Ears still are ringing, you start to feel over stimulated. You try to shy away from Titus' touch, but he holds firm, unrelenting. 

“Ti-titus. Ugh too- too much.” 

Still working your pussy, he delivers a hard smack to your ass with his other hand. 

“You’ll take what I give you. Got it?” 

You let out a high pitched whine, feeling another orgasm approach you.

“Got it?” He gives you another smack, definitely leaving a mark. 

“Ye-yes. I-ugh fuck. Go-got it.” You barely finish your sentence when your vision goes white, pleasure washing over you. Your legs are shaking, unable to hold yourself up if it weren’t for Titus. 

“There she goes, good girl.” 

You feel boneless when he leans over you, pushing your face down against the bed, muffling the little whine you release. 

Titus uses his knee to spread your legs, opening you up for him. He jerks himself off, letting out a deep moan. Admiring how fucked out you already are. 

You feel him rub his tip along your lips, bumping your clit. You cry into the bedspread, overstimulated but still insatiable. 

“Beg. I want you to beg me to fill you up. Beg like the whore you are.” 

You turn your head to the side, looking over your shoulder to make eye contact with him, needing to see his face when you beg him to fuck you. 

“Please, Titus.”

“Please what?” He slaps your pussy his cock a couple times, making you gasp 

“Please, fuck me Titus. Fill me up. Need your cock.”

“I’m gonna give you exactly what this pussy needs.”

Titus lines himself up with your gaping hole, plunging his length deep inside of you. You both moan in unison. 

Titus doesn’t give you time to adjust, setting a relentless pace. Fucking into you hard and deep, your walls gripping him. 

“Fuck- take it slut, fucking take.” Titus grabs a fistful of your hair, making your back arch.

You can’t even keep your eyes open anymore, so overcome with pleasure. So overcome with the feeling of him using you like a toy. 

The sounds of slapping flesh, your high pitched whines, and his animalistic grunts echo through the room. 

“Taking me like such a good girl. You really are a cock slut, huh? Letting me use your body however I want. Taking what I want. What I'm owed.”

Titus' movements become more erratic. You feel him pulse inside of you. He's close. 

“This pussy belongs to me. She’s mine. You’re mine. Say it.”

All that that comes out is a high pitched whine, you’re too fucked out to speak. 

“SAY. IT.”

“This- this pussy- be-belongs to you. I'm yours. Only yours.” You choke out between high pitched moans. 

“Good girl.” 

Titus releases your hair from his fist and grabs you by the throat, bringing you to his sweaty, taut chest. 

“This is what you were made for. To be mine. My whore.”

“Mmm fuck I’m- I’m gon-gonna cum. I can’t- ungh.”

“Cum for me, baby. Give it to me.” 

Titus rubs your clit roughly with one hand and squeezes your throat with the other, triggering your third and final orgasm. 

“TITUS” is all you get out before the pleasure overtakes you, making your whole body seize. You see stars behind your eyes and your head is empty of everything but Titus. 

He lets you fall forward, your boneless body flopping against the bed. 

Grabbing you by your hips, Titus chases his own release. Using your body to get what he wants. 

“Fuck- baby. Gonna fill this pussy up. Gonna give her what she wants. What she needs.” 

After a few sloppy thrusts, his cum is painting your walls. Your name coming out in a gravely moan. 

“You're perfect.” He slips out his softening cock, replacing it with his fingers, collecting your combined spend as it starts to leak out. You’re barely lucid when he brings his coated fingers to your mouth.