Normally, Jenny loved giving head. She considered herself a pretty talented dick-sucker and knew how to deep throat and all those tricks, but James wasn't letting her do anything! He just grabbed the back of her head with one hand and kept slamming his cock into her mouth. She couldn't slow him down since her hands were otherwise occupied, and she kept gagging on his dick when he'd push it back and hold it for a moment. Considering how he seemed to hold it until she gagged, she assumed he liked that. She, however, did not like it. This definitely wasn't a partnership - she may as well have been a blow-up doll for all the activity she was contributing to his enjoyment, yet part of her relished being treated like a toy. Just being used to get him hard so he could use her other orifices made her feel like such a slut.
After one last thrust that left her struggling to breathe, he pulled his cock out of her mouth and then dragged her down the hall by her hair. She tried to keep up but she was half crawling and she was held too high to use her hands on the floor. He dragged her into her guest bedroom and then threw her on the bed.
He let her lie there for a minute, and she realized that this would be a good time to make an escape for it, but she knew there wasn't much point. He'd easily catch her again. After looking at her for a second, he got on top of her and pinned her arms down again and then pushed her pants down with his feet. Her panties went down too, and in no time at all she was very exposed to him and also trapped, since her pants ended up around her knees. He leaned up and stared at her pussy, which made her feel really ashamed. Especially since she knew how wet she was.
Then, using just one hand to pin her hands again, he pushed her face to the side and started kissing her neck. Then he paused and said, "Can you feel how hard I am?" When she didn't answer he reached down and twisted her nipple again while she whimpered. "When I ask you a question you need to answer, now can you feel how hard I am?" After she said yes, he said, "And what am I going to do with this nice hard cock? Say it, slut."
"You're going to fuck me," she said.
"Well, if you insist," he said, and then in one thrust entered her to the hilt. "Wow, that was easy; you're so wet for me. This must be what you wanted isn't it?"
"No," she said, "no, I didn't want...I don't..." And suddenly she wanted him off her. She was so embarrassed with him pointing out how aroused she was, and she figured for dignity's sake she should get him off of her and then...well she wasn't sure what would happen after that, but she figured she'd worry about it later. She started trying to wriggle out from under him but he just kept fucking her.
"You know, cutie, it's so much more fun when you struggle. Please keep that up." And then he thrust harder and he even grunted a few times like he was some sort of animal. Jenny felt like a whore. She knew right now he didn't care at all about her personality or even what she looked like; she was just a place to stick his dick, and that really pissed her off. “What kind of asshole could do this to another person?” she wondered, and then she came…hard.
When she came back to her senses he was still fucking her, but now appeared to be laughing at her. "Tell me some more that you don't want this," he said. "Obviously you've needed some good dick for a while, but you know I'm not doing this for you; I'm doing it for me. I can't have you having all the orgasms now, can I?" With that he pulled out of her, and Jenny was so embarrassed to hear herself moan in disappointment. Before she could muster up any other sort of reaction, though, he flipped her over and then used his knee to pin her down to the bed.
What the hell was going on? She couldn't see him very well since his leg was blocking her view but he seemed to be reaching for something located near the bed. "Crap!" she thought, "he's gone and put something in here ahead of time. God, I wonder what it is." She didn't have to worry very long, though, as she felt his hand roughly spread her cheeks and then felt something drip onto them. She knew instinctively it lube. She jumped, or tried to, but he really had her pinned against the bed. Then she felt a finger slide into her.
He leaned forward and whispered in her ear, "You don't want to jump again, while my finger's in here. Trust me, I can make this very painful very quickly if you don't hold absolutely still." Jenny did as commanded and felt herself start to relax as he continued to slide his finger in and out.
He soon added a second finger, and then he seemed to be pushing them apart. "All right," he said, "that's loose enough for now. I still want it to be nice and tight against my cock." Then she felt him enter her. It hurt for a moment, but thanks to lots of lube, it wasn't too bad, and the pain quickly faded. At least the physical pain, because as soon as it was gone, James decided to whisper some more.
"Your ass is so fucking tight, Jenny. I know I'm going to cum hard in a few minutes. By the way, I hope you’re clean for me. I'm probably going to make you lick my cock when I'm done, so you better hope there's nothing on here."
She was mortified. She closed her eyes and tried to think about something else, but he wouldn't shut up. "You know, sweetie, closing your eyes doesn't mean I can't see you anymore. Right now I've got a great view of my cock sliding in your tight little asshole. I love watching that little ring stretch out to engulf my dick. You look so fucking hot right now. Mmm, I just have to fuck you harder." And then he stopped talking, or at least he stopped using words. He was now just grunting and groaning, but she felt herself getting aroused again. The harder he pushed, the more she could feel her orgasm building, until finally she started rocking too, trying to press her clit into the bed; when she heard him cum, she came too.
After a moment or two she felt him slide out of her. She kept her eyes shut, because now the thought of looking at him terrified her. She hadn't thought this through; how was she supposed to face him now? Fortunately, he knew how to handle it.
“That was great, Jenny,” he said as he snuggled up behind her. “You were fantastic and so beautiful. Why don’t we just snuggle for a little bit? Does that sound good?” She nodded her assent and relaxed in his arms, feeling safe and, for some reason, cared for. She wasn’t sure what this meant, but she was pretty sure it was a good thing.
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