by Matt Tims
“To get fucked…hard,” she admitted, hesitant as ever.
Her soaked pussy remained vacant. Her curvy hips didn’t have anyone gripping them. She was still all alone, and she didn’t know why.
“My patience is running thin, Nora,” he said. “Now, stop bullshitting me and tell me what you really want.”
She needed to turn off her brain. It wasn’t easy. Her mind was always working. More times than not, she would lie in bed at night for hours, unable to fail asleep due to her thoughts and fantasies. She was envious of people who simply drifted off to sleep without a worry in the world. Right now, she had to be one of those people. She needed to start thinking with her body. If not, she would be in a world of hurt.
She took a deep breath, the right side of her face pressed against the soft cotton of his bed comforter. Here goes nothing…
“For you…for you…to…umm…”
Her hesitation was making his cock throb.
“To umm…”
“To use all your little holes?” he asked.
“I…umm…”
“To show you what it’s like to get fucked by a real man?” he questioned again.
Nora’s head was spinning.
“Maybe I’ll grab one of my belts and wrap it around your neck. Or maybe I’ll put a collar and leash on you and take you for a walk around my neighborhood.”
She was dripping now.
“How’s that sound?” he continued. “You want my neighbors to see what a little slut you are? It really doesn’t matter what you think though, does it? You see, Nora, you’re my little toy. It’s up to me to decide what I want to do with you. So, let’s try this again. You want some real cock, don’t you?”
A few moments of silence passed before she finally answered, “Yes.”
“You want your little pussy stretched out?” he asked. “In ways your ex-boyfriend couldn’t.”
Those few moments of hesitation had been reduced to mere seconds this time. “Yes.”
“Yes, what?” he questioned.
“Yes, please,” she begged.
“I’m a little fuckin’ whore for Daddy. Say it,” he demanded.
“I’m a little fuckin’ whore for Daddy,” Nora repeated.
The fat head of his cock pushed inside her.
The humiliation of what just happened would make this the quickest orgasm ever. She’d begged for a big dick like some rabid slut. He didn’t just make her ask for it either. He made her admit to being a whore for him. Two big hands were locked on her hips, and she was being driven into with unimaginable force. How was this possible? How could someone be this rough? Good girls get oral before gentle sex, bad girls receive a light spanking and some hard thrusts, but only whores get fucked like someone was trying to break them in half. Nothing about this was soft or romantic. Mike was attempting to rearrange her insides.
“What do you think your ex-boyfriend is doing right now?” he grunted between brutal thrusts.
She opened her mouth but no words found their way out. What was she supposed to say? Her ex was probably playing games on his computer or something. Why did it matter?
Her right hip grew cold as his hand left her body and snapped her neck back by her hair. It suddenly made sense how this was so rough. Mike was squatting behind her, using his entire lower body to drive into her helpless pussy.
“No ex-girlfriend of mine would ignore a question she’d been asked. Just how useless was this Brad guy?” he questioned, his voice reeking of arrogance. “You’re gonna be fun to break.”
Her mouth hung open, drool running down her chin courtesy of the hardest pounding of her life. Fun to break? Break how?
A wetness slammed into her cheek, sending remnants of something into her right eye. He couldn’t have just done that. There’s degrading, and then there’s being spit on. Did this kid really just hawk a wad of saliva at her face?
“I bet he’s thinking about you,” Mike grinned, slowing his pace to allow her the opportunity to process his words. “You broke his heart. He’s probably devastated. He’s thinking about all the things you two did together. About all the memories you made. I’m sure he’s been crying, wondering what his innocent ex-girlfriend is up to on this beautiful Saturday afternoon. Maybe she’s hanging out at home or taking her dog for a walk, or perhaps she’s getting fucked like the worthless piece of shit she is. Open your whore mouth.”
Her lips parted as another loogie was sent at her, landing perfectly on her tongue. It was thick, wet, and beyond disgusting.
“You know what you want to do with that,” he added.
She closed her mouth and instantly swallowed.
His grin changed to a satisfied smile before he pushed her head into the sheets, sending her once again into a world of darkness. His hands found their original spots on her hips; and with that, the only sounds anyone could make out were Nora’s moans, and his pelvis crashing into her ass.
“You’re going to cum all over my cock, aren’t you?”
“Yes!” she cried, trying to push away any thoughts of why she was allowing him to treat her this way. “I’m-I’m gonna cum-cum so hard!”
“What’s your middle name?”
“It’s-it’s-it’s-it’s,” she attempted to answer. “Oh my God!!!”
He was trying to kill her. There was no other explanation for how she was being fucked. His big balls repeatedly slammed into her clit, and her mind was finally ready to betray her. Her ears filled with the thunderous sound of his pelvis hammering into her ass. There was no more holding back. She was ready to explode.
His hand left her hip once again as she braced for her neck to be snapped back. Instead, he drove her face further into the mattress with all of his weight.
Nora went off like never before.
Her orgasms always had slow builds. There would be a warmness in her toes, which spread to her thighs, hit her stomach, before eventually overtaking her body. They were enjoyable, but it was nothing life-changing. Now, if she could suck up some earth-shattering orgasm with a syringe and inject it directly into her veins, then that’s what Nora just experienced.
The typical warmness had been replaced by waves of vibrating heat—but not a warm heat. It was a scorching heat. The sensation of waking up from a dream where you’re falling off a cliff was repeatedly playing inside her. She was helpless to what her body was doing. The pounding continued as her insides jumped into pools of lava. Her skin boiled. Her mind was on fire. Life was meaningless, but everything made sense at the same time. She was put on Earth to experience this. Her grades, family, and her ex-boyfriend didn’t matter in the grand scheme of things. She needed for some stud to impale her while he did his best to drive her head through his mattress. She would never be able to masturbate again. Nora had found her true calling.
And then it was gone.
The fullness of his thick girth, the hand pummeling her face into the sheets, and the brutal thrusts all vanished. She turned her head to observe him leaving the room.
“Where are you going?” she asked.
“Get on your back, whore,” he ordered from out in the hallway.
She followed his request without hesitation. Whore? She wasn’t a whore. She was a good girl. Look at her patiently waiting with her back resting along his wrinkled bed sheets. She was like a dog that had been told to sit, except she didn’t have an owner with a treat. No, she had a dream guy with a big cock and a bit of an attitude problem. Her body was completely motionless with the exception of her wiggling toes. Was she excited or nervous? Maybe she was a bit scared. And was a little part of her terrified? What exactly was Mike up to?
Footsteps headed down the stairs before quickly returning. She was up for anything he wanted. Any little request of his wouldn’t receive a hint of indecision. Anything except for this.
“No.”
Mike jumped up on the bed and positioned his groin over her chest. “Spit.”
“You can’t,” she protested again.
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sp; “Spit on my cock, slut,” he demanded.
Nora spit on his penis and watched him do the same before he slid it between her breasts. “Mike, you can’t do this.”
“You talk too much,” he told her. “Wrap these fat tits around my dick.”
She followed his request, but her nightmare had become a reality. This was no longer fun. It wasn’t risky, devious, or even exciting. It was just plain stupid, and it was completely against her will.
Mike was recording her on his phone.
Despite all the picture and videos she’d uploaded online over the years, her face had never been included in any of them. She’d triple-check before posting anything. Her face would lead to her identity being discovered, which would find its way to the dean or even worse—her parents! And before she knew it, she was just some slut who posted naked pictures online, and that would exempt her from ever working at NASA.
One simple picture or video would destroy her reputation. A single afternoon of fun could lead to her life being ruined. What if she woke up a week from now to a text from one of her guy friends back at school? What if that message contained a link to a porn website? What if a clip of her being titfucked was the most viewed video this month? No one would hire her! No one would date her! No one would ever take her seriously again!
“You can’t record me!” she shouted, finally regaining some hint of self-esteem.
His hips were now slowly pumping between her boobs. Despite his impressive size, her 32GG chest completely hid his cock. “God, these tits are fuckin’ ridiculous.”
Mike didn’t even bother to acknowledge her protest. What an asshole! What could she do? She was helpless. Wait a second. Duh! How hadn’t she thought of this right away?
Nora let go of her breasts, allowing them to release the firm hold they had on Mike’s big dick. There wouldn’t be a video if there wasn’t anything to record. Problem solved.
“Push ‘em back together.”
She glared up at him. “Stop recording.”
“I’m not going to tell you again,” he said. “Push them together.”
Her defiant look rejected his request.
Mike moved the phone closer to her face. “Say hi, slut.”
“Stop recording me,” she demanded, her voice growing more frustrated. “Now!”
Slap!
The right side of her face slammed into the sheets below. Her left cheek was on fire. A shooting pain swiftly spread to the corner of her lip, resulting in her instinctively flexing her jaw to make sure it wasn’t broken. It happened. He slapped her! Hard!
“You asshole!” she screamed.
The sound of her challenging tone resulted in the phone moving to the side, revealing Mike’s handsome face. She matched his authoritative look with one of her own. Who was he to slap her? She wouldn’t be walked over. There was a limit to what she was willing to do, and this guy could go fuck himself if he didn’t respect that.
“You have ten seconds to wrap your fat tits around my cock,” he instructed. “If you don’t, then I’m going to slap you right across your cunt mouth again, but it’s going to be twice as hard this time.”
Nora gasped.
“One…two…three…”
This was her stand. Who the hell was this kid to threaten her like that? And once again, his phone was blocking her view of his face, recording every second of the action. She would be fine with him filming from the neck down, but that wasn’t the case. She refused to cave.
“Four…five…six…”
Mike reached back with his left hand and rubbed her pussy. The glare she was sending up at him swiftly dissipated. Her defiance to this punk kid evaporated with each and every movement of his fingers grazing her clit. And now her worst fear had come true: she was moaning directly into a recording phone.
His middle finger slid lower and pushed inside her tight pussy. “I have an idea.”
Her eyes opened to see a phone just a foot from her face.
“Maybe I’ll call up one of my buddies,” he told her. “A little slut like you probably gets off on that shit. You want a big dick in your pussy and another fucking your face?”
Nora’s hand moved to her vagina, but his strong tone caused her to think twice about her actions.
“Hands behind your back!”
She swiftly followed his order.
“You touch yourself when I allow it,” Mike went on. “Actually, a girl like you doesn’t want two cocks. No, you want more. Because you’re a little whore. Maybe I’ll call up my teammates and tell me there’s free pussy at my place. They’ll come over expecting some cheerleader or a goth girl who wants her chance with the football team, but there will be a math undergrad waiting to get a train ran on her. You want all your holes filled? You want to get sealed airtight?”
She squirmed on his bed. She’d never been so desperate to rub her clit.
His finger began moving inside her, causing her already wiggling body to writhe around on his sheets. “You’re so fuckin’ wet for me. Tell me how wet you are.”
Nora didn’t want to admit it.
“Tell me!” he raised his voice.
She looked off to the side.
“Who the fuck are you wet for!?”
She finally conceded, “You.”
He pulled his finger out of her and moved it to her mouth. “Taste yourself.”
She parted her lips and cleaned him off.
“Good girl,” Mike praised her. “Now, let’s try this again. Move your hands from behind your back and use them to push your tits together. I want a big smile on your face when you do it too. Keep your eyes on my phone.”
She wasn’t going to let him do this. A guy like him must always get his way, but she was different. She wasn’t like all those other girls. Those slutty cheerleaders might allow him to record them, but an intelligent woman like herself wouldn’t put up with that shit.
She stared up at his phone, motionless. And then something sent a shock wave through her body. It caused her to question her own strength. One little statement made her tense up and experience something for the first time in her life.
“Nora, your face can’t afford to get hit again.” His fingers moved to her cheek and gave her a disrespectful little pinch. “You’re not pretty enough for that.”
And just like that, she was seething again, but she couldn’t believe what hearing those words had done to her body. And even more than that, she couldn’t fathom what she was about to ask.
“Can I touch myself?”
He answered, “You can touch yourself after you do what I want.”
She moved her hands to her breasts and squeezed his cock between them.
“Repeat after me,” he stated, the camera now six inches from her face. “I’m a slut.”
She glared up at that stupid iPhone. She was done fighting it. “I’m a slut.”
“Who lives for big cock.”
“Who lives for big cock,” she repeated with an unenthusiastic groan.
“Now say, ‘Hi, Mom and Dad. Aren’t you proud of your little girl?’” he instructed with a devilish grin.
“Mike—”
His phone moved to the side, revealing his stare which said a million words. It was more than enough to stop Nora in her tracks.
She rolled her eyes while watching the phone zoom in even closer. “Hi, Mom and Dad. Aren’t you proud of your little girl?”
“Good girl,” he grinned. “Spit on my cock.”
She parted her breasts to wet his dick once again, before pushing her chest back together to allow him to resume his pumping. Her tits rippled wildly with his thrusts, still completely engulfing his erection.
His rock hard cock roughly thrusted between her soft breasts before he pulled out, giving his manhood a few strokes with his right hand. Meanwhile, the camera in his left hand continued to record the action.
She watched the first shot burst from his glistening cum hole, painting a line up her right breast. It wasn’t a surprise that
he wanted to finish on her boobs. It was her ex-boyfriend’s favorite place to cum, after all. Part of her was happy this was coming to an end; but another part—deep inside—wanted the lingering pain in her left cheek to spread throughout her entire body.
Suddenly, powerful bursts exploded from the tip of his cock, slamming into her bewildered face. She gasped as thick wads repeatedly splattered directly against her forehead. He added stream after stream. His seemingly never-ending supply of cum covered everything: her eyes, nose, forehead, and her closed lips. She briefly parted the latter to curiously sample his taste, only for a rope to land on her exposed tongue.
The surprise cum shower finally came to an end.
“I think I missed your tits,” the football star arrogantly remarked, slapping his cockhead on her stiff nipples before moving it to her mouth.
She accepted him inside while wiping his thick load out of her closed eyes. She barely managed to look up to see a still recording phone pointing down at her. “Turn it off!”
He ended the video and pulled his now drained dick out of her mouth. He gave her cum covered lips a few smacks with it before lifting his heavy, spent cock, and dropping it onto her cum-covered visage, smearing his load into a sloppier coat over her face. She closed her eyes again; but after a few wet smacks, she heard the double-chirp from the phone, indicating he’d stopped recording. Finally, she felt his weight shift off of the bed.
Something soft landed on her leg that caused her to push the cum from her eyes and blink them open to look down. It was one of his football team’s gray t-shirts.
“That’s for your tank top,” he said before leaving the room.
She scrambled for his phone that was on the end of the bed. Yes! It hadn’t locked yet! Thank God she could delete that video. Her fingers navigated the device before a text message popped up.
“Party is going to be crazy tonight! See you there, baby!”
Baby? And it came from someone with the contact name “Kelly.” Nora put her video deletion project on hold to further explore this mystery girl’s identity. She found their conversation history and noticed the previous message contained a link to an Instagram page.