He was suddenly leaning over my chair. I gulped as I made eye contact with him again. His face was inches from mine, his breathing heavy and his face a snarl. "You think you can sit there with your tits hanging out and your skirt hiked up and talk to me like that?"
I could only stammer: "I--I was just saying--I mean--" His right hand reached down and was pawing my left breast through my top. I instinctively gasped: "Don't..."
"You think anyone will believe you? If a slut like you comes to a guy's hotel room and gets drunk with him she'd better be ready to put out."
His hands seemed to be all over me now, reaching into my blouse, up my skirt, groping, rubbing, squeezing. When his hand reached my panties he stared at me, because they were soaked. I looked away in embarrassment. Then he jerked my panties off and tossed them aside. He shoved three fingers up my cunt and started to twist and pound them in and out. I grabbed his wrist and tried to hold his hand back, but he easily overpowered me. He saw the lust and pain on my face and was obviously loving it.
He took his hand out. It was covered in my cream, and he wiped it across my face. I felt used and humiliated. It was wonderful! He opened his pants and pulled out his cock. Wow. Big one. I didn't get too long to admire it, though, because he grabbed my hair and shoved my face down onto it. I wanted to please him, to show him how good I could make him feel, how hungry I was for his cock. I gave him the wettest, sloppiest, hungriest, nastiest blowjob he had ever had. His groans of pleasure told me that. And the feel of his tight balls bouncing off my chin with every thrust made me want him even more.
His cock popped out of my mouth and I suddenly felt myself being dragged across the room by my hair. He tossed me onto the bed on my back, shoved up my skirt, and dove his face between my legs. Oh, this guy knew his way around a woman's pussy! His tongue flicked quickly and with teasing softness over my clit, while he violated my cunt with his fingers. And you could tell he loved licking pussy as much as I love sucking cock! He started to lick more firmly, and I felt an orgasm start to build up in me. But he stopped as I was just on the edge, making me groan in frustration. "Please," I begged. "Please let me cum. I'll be a good girl for you. Just let me cum."
He held himself over me. His face was glistening with my cream. He had kicked his pants off, and his hard and impressively large cock was just inches above my pussy. I thought he was going to start fucking me, but instead he kissed me, passionately. The sweet, musky scent of my pussy on his face turned me on so much, and I licked it off him when he broke our kiss. He held himself up over me again, looking down at me.
I could see it in his face. He was holding something back. The rational part of his brain was wrestling with the animal part, just barely keeping it in control. I was going to get fucked. I knew that. But he wanted something else too. And the fact that he was afraid to do it, whatever it was, made me crave it. The rational part of my own brain tried to remind me that I was fucking a man I'd never been with sexually before, that we had never discussed boundaries and limits, that we had no safe word. I looked back up at him.
"Fuck you."
It was the animal part of me, talking to both him and myself -- telling both of us to go to Hell, that it was going to get what it wanted, whatever the cost.
That pushed him over the edge. I felt his hand smack across my cheek. My ear was ringing. I knew that there were women who were into this sort of thing, but I wasn't one of them. There was both anger and fear in my voice when I said, "Don't ever do that to me again!"
Smack! The anger in his eyes terrified me as he said, "You asked for this you little bitch, and now you're getting it!" He lifted his hand again, but this time I just covered my face and whimpered. No man had ever broken me like this. My submission was complete. It was one of the most pure and perfect erotic experiences I have ever had.
I gave no resistance as he dragged me onto the floor and shoved me onto all fours. I instinctively raised my rear, like a bitch in heat. When his cock sank into my cunt and I felt him start to take me from behind, I finally had the delicious release I had been aching for. We fucked and fucked and fucked. This guy's stamina and endurance was amazing! I could have cum easily, but when he felt me getting close he ordered, "Don't cum until I tell you to." I knew better than to question him.
Eventually, he pulled out of my pussy, making me ache with longing for him to shove it back in. Pushing my face right into the carpet, he said, "Don't...fucking...move." I whimpered assent. I heard him get up, and it sounded like he was getting something from the bathroom. When he kneeled back behind me, my hips wiggled in anticipation of being fucked some more. I jumped a little when he parted my ass cheeks and I felt his tongue flicking my asshole. No one had ever done this to me before: I felt humiliated. I'd never had any interest in anything anal, but this felt so damn good! I was actually disappointed when he finally moved his face away. I heard a squishing sound behind me, and then felt the cool hotel-supplied lotion pouring onto my asshole. Oh no! He's not going to! He grabbed my hips and started to push the cap of his freshly lubricated cock against my tight anus.
I lifted my head off the carpet and yelped, "No! I don't take it up the ass!"
He grabbed my hair again and unceremoniously shoved my head onto the floor with a resounding, Thonk! "Fuck you!" he spat. "This isn't about what you want, you fucking whore!"
I kept whispering, "No...no...please no..." as he skillfully slipped his cock into my ass. God, it hurt! He began to pound my ass, and the words ran through my head: "I'm being anally raped...I'm being raped up the ass...." I had wanted the situation to be out of control, and now it actually was. I felt shocked, but I also felt incredibly turned on, and ashamed of myself for being turned on. I realized that tears were running down my face. "Oh my God...I'm your whore...you're raping my ass because I'm your whore...."
I could tell from the rhythm of his thrusting and his ragged breathing that he was near cumming. "Rub your clit," he ordered. "Cum for me. Show me how sluts cum."
My pussy was lathered with cream. My finger slipping over my clit was all I needed. My ass tightened on his cock as my orgasm built up. With every spasm of my ass it hurt more, and that only made me hotter. My whole frame was bouncing from his thrusting, so my voice wavered as I said, "I'm...gonna...cum...so...fucking...haaaaaaaaaard!"
Cumming with a cock up my ass was a much more intense feeling than I could have imagined. I knew I would want it again. But now it was time for him. "Cum in my ass," I cooed at him. "Shoot your hot load into my ass, just like you want to. Show me how you own my slut ass."
He started to moan, "Bitch!" with every thrust. "Bitch, bitch, bitch, BITCH!" I felt his cock spasming, pumping his spunk up my ass.
He collapsed on top of me. Our faces were next to each other, and for a moment we just listened to each other pant. I knew that as the blood flowed back into his brain, the rational part of it would start worrying about what the consequences of his actions would be. So I turned my head toward him and gently flicked his cheek with the tip of my tongue, whispering, "Thank you...I've wanted this so badly...for so long."
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