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During my second year of college I moved into a group living situation, much
like a dorm, but without big brother looking over your shoulder all the
time. Well, after about a month, one of the girls there caught my eye. It
was a co-ed place, so there was a lot of fucking going on, with everyone
seeming to be fucking everyone else, hooking up, breaking up, and all that,
playing the game for all it was worth. I hadn't gotten involved in any of
that yet, both from a lack of attractive possibilities as well as I wanted to
take the lay of the land before I dived in.
Well, this girl, Amy was her name, stood out. There were other girls who
were better looking, sexier, hotter, hell, a lot more friendly, but Amy had
something which made me want her more than any other chick there. I figure
it was the haughtiness, the aloofness, the sheer arogance which only I was
able to see radiating from her. She walked like she was above it all,
striding across the common areas like a fucking queen, her shoulders back in
perfect posture, her sweet little tits jutting out provocatively, her blond,
frizzy hair bunched in a bun on top of her head, her face angular, her nose
jutting forward, her lips pinched inward as if in permanent disapproval. She
was five foot seven, had hips slender like a boy's, an ass firm and round,
and perfect ivory skin.
I tell you, whenever I saw her my sight blurred with lust and hate--I so much
wanted to take the bitch down a peg, tear that prissy white princess from her
pedastal and make her squirm under my pounding cock. I got hard just from
looking at her, she was that much under my skin. I figure she knew it too,
although I kept it to myself, because I would catch her looking at me, her
thin lips pinched into a slight frown of protestant disdain.
It had been six weeks since I had moved in, and I was still not part of the
game, although I made sure I flirted and hung enough with the principles to
keep close in case I wanted in, when I found myself across the table with my
ice princess, Amy, she who, even though she didn't put out, didn't flirt,
never smiled, seemed to be able to hang with whomever she wanted. I think
she glanced at me once, a glance which said "you're nothing" so much better
than words could have, before talking with everyone else there--listening, I
should say, she rarely spoke.
My blood was boiling, but I tried to act normally. Hell, all I could think
of was taking that bitch and reaming her out, picturing her on her knees, my
cock buried to the hilt in her throat, of her screaming as my cock split her
tight ass, her body arching in pain as I brutalized her, of her squirming
helplessly under me as I rode her cunt to completion, her whimpering cries
music to my ears. I was in a fog the whole time, barely myself, each one of
my club-footed responses to the conversation whirling about me earning me
another look of contempt from Amy, sweet, hot, fucking Amy. Once or twice
she even went after me over something, but never obvously. It was like she
was purposefully jacking me up, pissing me off, setting me on edge. A couple
of times it was all I could do to keep from lunging across the table and
throwing that bitch to the floor right there.
Over the next couple of weeks it was like she was my fucking shadow. She
always seemed to be in whatever conversation I was in, jacking me up, cutting
me off, jabbing me with a well placed word. Once or twice I even got into it
with her, telling her to go straight to hell. But she kept coming back, as
if she was purposefully seeking me out--most people, after I tell them to
stay the hell away, stay away; she didn't.
I tell you, the bitch had me so worked up I wasn't thinking straight. All I
could see when I closed my eyes was her sneering face. I fantasized about
wiping that sneer from her face, about making her beg and plead as I tore at
that hot little body she kept from everyone. It was all I could think about,
what I wanted to do to that bitch, how I would do it. God, it was eating me
up.
One evening, after she had spent most of it fucking with me, I decided to do
something about it. The bitch was too far under my skin. I waited until
about one a.m., until the place had quieted down a bit. Then I simply went
over to her room and knocked on the door.
The cunt opened the door a crack, which I pushed open all the way, knocking
her back a step, confusion and anger mingling on that pure white face. In
that instant, as I shut the door to her room behind me, the words, "What
the..." fading in the air, I saw everything around me: hot, bitchy Amy,
wearing button-fly jeans tight around her waist loose around her firm apple
of an ass; Amy, her tits thrusting out against a plain white v-neck; Amy's
books on her desk, her desk against the wall of her small room--she had been
studying, her feet bare; Amy's bed, perfectly made, to my right, her left, in
front of me; Amy's closet, closed, the light overhead dim, shadows from the
light on her desk filling the room; her hair, blonde, kinky, fanning across
the back of her head, tied in a loose pony-tail near her neck.
I stepped forward, my hand reaching around her neck, my other hand reaching
around her back, pulling the bitch toward me even as she cried out, my hands
crushing her hips against mine, crushing her lips against mine as I grimaced,
those soft, pink lips parting as she gasped in surprise and panic, my tongue
snaking out into that warm, wet cavity of her mouth, sending chills down my
spine as I tasted her gasping, struggling form, holding her there for long
seconds as she squirmed in my grasp, feeling smaller, thinner, stronger than
I had expected, pushing away from me, gasping, her blue eyes bright and wide
in shock, her chest heaving as she panted. She looked wild, beautiful, hot,
like a trapped animal waiting for the slaughter.
"All you have to do is scream," I said, my shoulders hunched, my eyes lidded,
my breath coming in ragged gasps, speaking my thoughts, knowing that she knew
that a scream, a yell, would bring people to her door, would bring people who
would stop me, stop me from doing what we both knew I was going to do.
"Get out," she said, her eyes hardening, her back
straightening, her hair flying behind her as she jerked her head back, her
arm pointing forcefully toward the door. She didn't scream. I stepped
forward suddenly, swinging my left arm hard, up and across her face, the
retort of flesh against flesh sharp in the small space of her room, the
force of the blow staggering her, her head falling to her chest, her hands
coming up to ward me off as she slumped to the ground, leaning against the
side of her bed, her legs folded under her.
I stepped close to her, towering over her, over Amy, over that hot, snotty
bitch who had tormented me so much. My blood was boiling, surging, my head
pounding, my sight locked on Amy, as she turned her head up to look at me,
her bright blue eyes filled with fear, her delicate white hand against the
side of her face where I had slapped her, her neck smooth and white to my
eyes, her pale lips glistening, slightly parted as she gazed up at me. She
still didn't scream.
I reached down, a feeling of power and lust rushing through me as I felt her
hair twine about my fingers, and jerked the bitch to her feet, pulling her
head back savagely to taste her hot mouth, her hands pushing against my
shoulders exciting me as I gripped her ass through her jeans, her buttocks
firm and tight and hard as I pressed her slender body against mine, feeling
the softness of her tits against my chest, the hot wetness of her mouth as I
ran my tongue inside it, tasting her breath, her panting, grunting gasps as
she struggled against my grasp.
My whole body was tingling as I threw the bitch onto the bed, watching as she
collapsed onto her back, one leg dangling off the bed, watching as she began
to sit up, her eyes wide with fear and hate, glistening with them, her hair
wild about her face, her lips pulled back into a sneer. I put one knee on
the bed and grabbed a handful of her hair, jerked her back down onto her
back, loving the way her face twisted in pain, loving the way she whimpered
as I put my face inches from hers, my other hand pressing against her
stomach, firm, flat, heaving up and down as she sucked in breath after
panicked breath through her nostrils.
"I'm going to fuck you, bitch," I hissed. She whimpered. It was all I had
to say, all I needed to say as I stared into those big blue frightened eyes,
waiting for the scream which didn't come, my hand tearing down, popping the
buttons on her jeans open even as I kissed her brutally, my head swimming
with power and lust as I ground my teeth against hers, her whimpering,
squirming body delicious beneath my hands. I held the kiss for a long time,
my hand digging its way to her groin, past the scratchy curls of her pubic
hair, my fingers digging at the soft flesh of her labia.
I broke my kiss, leaving Amy gasping, and said "Slut," my middle finger sunk
deep in her slick cunt, my hand mashing down her clit as her thighs squirmed
weakly and her hips gyrated, trying to expel my finger from her sweating,
drooling snatch. She turned her head away, her teeth pulling on her lower
lip as I dragged my finger slowly from her box, dragging across her swollen
clit, making the slut's hips buck up uncontrollably, a hiccup making her
slender body spasm as I grapped either side of her jeans and panties at the
hips and dragged them down to her thighs, her firm, silky smooth, milk white
thighs, muscles bulging and sliding under her skin as she kicked against me
weakly.
I flipped her over bodily, not able to wait, my blood racing through my ears
as I thought about raping Amy, hot, sweet, beautiful fucking Amy, her ass so
round and firm, her cunt drooling for my cock. I dragged her until she was
on her knees, her torso laying across the bed, her head turned so I could see
that gorgeous profile, that haughty, stubborn profile, with her hair hanging
in front of her face while I undid my belt and freed my cock, swollen and
throbbing as I leaned into Amy, sweet Amy.
"Please, don't, don't," she begged, but she didn't scream. She didn't
scream.
I grinned a death's head grin, pulling her head back viscously by her hair.
"Shut up, cunt. You want this, slut. Now take it." I reached down and
guided my cock between her straining, milk white thighs, even as she bucked
and squirmed against my grasp, trying to squirm away from my cock, my cock
which I drove deep into her slippery, smooth, hot, grasping cunt with one
stroke.
"Ahh..." she gasped, her back arched unnaturally by my hand in her hair. "Oh
god oh god no," she whispered, and I could have sworn the cunt came even as I
pulled out of her spasming cunt and slammed my cock back into her womb, the
feel of her ass squirming and working against my groin, the way she gasped as
I drove deep into her, the feel of my cock buried in that silky smooth wet
grasping cavern of a cunt, sucking on my cock like a living thing, stunned my
mind, sent pleasure spiraling higher and higher through my body as I fucked
Amy, Amy the slut coming on my cock.
Again and again I slammed into her, her asscheeks quirvering beneath the
blows from my hips, her hands clawing as the sheets as I pressed her face
hard against the bed, her breath coming in short gasps as I fucked her.
"Bitch. Cunt. Whore. Slut" I chanted with each stroke, quickly, too
quickly building to orgasm, my whole body held rigid as I spasmed deep inside
of her, my hands gripping her hair harder and harder until she cried out from
pain even as her body shuddered again as the slut came, my hot spew spitting
deep up into her slut belly, my hot Amy coming on the end of my cock as I
filled her full of seed.
I held my cock inside her, still shuddering from the magnitude of it. I had
raped Amy, and Amy had loved it. She was a slut, a no good fucking whore, my
bitch Amy. She was making sobbing sounds, and I reveled in them. I had
shown the cunt, had shown her what she was good for; I had given the bitch
her medicine, and she had gulped it down like the slut she truly was.
I pulled my cock from her drenched hole, wincing at its sensitivity. Looking
down at her there, laying with her white ass exposed, her cunt swollen and
gaping, her head turned sideways and pressed into the bed, I wanted her
again. I wanted to keep her and fuck her and use her slut body forever.
"Please go," she gasped out between her sobbing gasps, and I couldn't help
but grin. Amy, haughty Amy was begging me to leave. I didn't think I would.
I whipped my belt off and leaned over her to grab her wrists. "What are you
doing, what are you doing," she cried as she struggled as I bound her wrists
behind her with my belt.
"Shut up, bitch," I snarled, slapping the back of her head when her hands
threatened to escape the binding, until I was sure she couldn't get loose
without some work. "You and me, bitch, we're not finished, not by a long
shot." I leaned over her prone body so I could talk directly into her ear,
seeing her flinch away from me exciting me as much as seeing her bound before
me did.
I rolled her over and laid her flat on her back on the bed, climbing so that
I was straddling her hips, staring down into that pretty, no longer so
arrogant face of hers. "Please, no more," she begged, "no more. You've
already raped me, just go. I won't tell anyone." I let the bitch finish her
begging. "AHH!" she yelped as the retort of my palm across her face echoed
about the room. "AHH!" again as I slapped her again, hard, jerking her head
from side to side.
"Bitch. You come like a whore and you tell me no more? Fucking goddamned
slut. Tell me you came, slut. Tell me!"
"No...no..." I started slapping her, my palms stinging from each blow as her
body jerked under mine, her hips twisting, her head jerking back and forth as
I rocked her head with my blows.
"Tell me! Tell my you got off!"
"Okay! Okay!" she practically yelled, and I stopped slapping her, her white
complexion now pink, her breath coming in gasps. "I liked it," she
whispered.
"What?"
"I liked it," she said, her faced turned away from mine.
I grabbed her face and forced her to look at me. "You liked what, Amy?"
"I...I...oh god...I liked you raping me." The sight of those words coming
from those pale thin lips was almost too much for me. I felt my cock throb
even in its soft state and red blur my vision, my hand squeezing her cheeks
until she gasped in pain.
I stood, watching her as she lay there, motionless, her head turned away from
me, defeated, her chest, thrust forward by her arms bound behind her back,
rising and falling provocatively as she breathed. I shed my clothes, all of
them, before climbing back onto the bed. She didn't move, didn't react as I
slid my hands up her shirt, feeling her shudder slightly as my hands ran over
her hot flesh. I didn't care. She was mine. She admitted it. I had
everything I wanted right under my hands.
"Let's take a look at your tits," I said, sliding her shirt up until it
bunched at her chin, exposing her thin, hard stomach, a smooth expanse of
creamy white flesh leading up to her bra, hiding the two soft mounds of her
jutting tit-meat. I reached around her and undid her bra, pushing that up
against her chin also. She refused to look at me as I squeezed those
perfectly hand-sized mounds of flesh topped by two hard pink nipples.
"Nice tits, slut. Nice," I purred as I kneaded her mounds, feeling the warm
flesh of her stomach massaging my balls as I worked her tits. "Let's see
everything, slut," I said, sliding down her body and sliding her jeans and
panties from her unresisting legs. I kneeled over the bitch, staring down at
her gorgeous white flesh, drinking in the sight of her nearly naked body,
from her shapely feet, her strong, thin thighs, the slight bulge of her
mound, sparsly covered with dark blonde hairs, her narrow, boyish hips, her
flat, even narrower stomach, her small, perky tits, her pink, hard nipples,
her supple neck, to her bright blue eyes.
I covered her body with mine, taking one of those perfect nipples between my
lips and sucking it as deep as I could into my mouth, the feel of her silky
smooth skin against mine filling my cock with blood, hardening me as I ran my
tongue and my teeth across her nipple, drawing soft whimpering sounds from
her mouth as I switched from one breast to another until I was fully hard,
and until I felt her body squirming ever so slightly beneath mine, her hips
writhing in obvious need against my stomach.
I mounted her, nestling my cock against her swollen labia, bending my head so
that I was looking at her turned aside face, her eyes tightly closed, an
intense expression on her face. I rubbed my cock against her labia, grinning
as I felt her shift her hips slightly, uncontrollably, toward my cock, aching
for it, aching to be fucked. I shifted my position above her until I held
her tits in my hands, and began to squeeze, watching her face as the pain
began to hit her.
"Ahhh...god. Stop. Stop. Don't hurt me," she whimpered, arching her back
in her pain, her eyes open and pleading to mine as I twisted the pliable
flesh of her tits, my fingers gouging them brutally even as I slid the tip of
my cock into her sopping cunt-hole.
"Tell me what a slut you are," I demanded.
"Oh god," she turned her face away from me, "I'm a slut. I'm a slut."
"Look at me slut!" I commanded, twisting her precious tit-flesh hard, making
her moan and arch up against me, her hips even then humping against the tip
of my cock.
She looked at me, her eyes wide open, her hair streaked across her face, her
lips moist and open. "I'm a slut, a fucking slut," she whispered.
"Louder!"
"I"M A SLUT!" she gasped out as I gouged at her tits and slammed my rock hard
cock deep into her belly, her hips grinding against mine as I buried my cock
in her grasping, tight, sloppy cunt.
"You love having my cock in your slutty belly. Say it," I said.
"Uh, uh, I love...I love having your...your cock in my slutty belly," she
said, staring straight into my eyes, her eyes filled with humiliation and
shining with lust, her body shaking as I made her degrade herself beneath me.
"You're a whore, a dirty, slutty whore."
"I'm a whore, a dirty, slutty whore."
"You want cock, you need cock to feed your slutty, whorish cunt. You're a
cock-loving bitch with a greedy cunt."
"Uh uh," she grunted as I ground my cock deep in her belly, reveling in the
power I had over her, the sensations of her body writhing and shaking beneath
mine making me tingle all over as I used her for the second time, a time I
was going to make it last. I took my hands from her tits and put them beside
her head. "I wa...want co...cock," she stuttered, "uh I
na...need...uh...cock to...to feed my slutty, whorish cunt," her back arching
as I withdrew my cock and slammed it home in her belly. "I'm a cock-loving
bitch with a greedy cunt," she finished, her eyes locked on mine, her face a
mask of lust and hate and humiliation as I raped her, sweat breaking out on
her body, easing my movement atop her.
"Keep it up, whore," I said, grinning down at her.
"Oh god," she closed her eyes, only to open them again, "oh god...fuck
me...fu...fuck me like...like the sl...slut I am. Uh uh my god my god I'm a
whore, a dirty whore. Ra...ra...rape me, rape me, rape me," she grunted in
time to my thrusts. "Hu...hu...hurt ma...ma...me oh god please oh god I'm a
slut oh god," her eyes shut and her face twisted and her body arched and
shook beneath me as I ground my hips against hers, stirring my cock in the
pit of her cunt, "oh god I'm comming comming slut slut whore coming oh god,"
she said over and over, her body collapsing beneath me, panting as she turned
her head away.
I let her lay like that for a minute, still working my cock in Amy, sweet,
slutty Amy's cunt, before lifting myself up on one elbow and backhanding her
violently across the face, making her body go rigid in shock and pain as her
eyes stared up at me in fear. "Who said you could stop, cunt?"
She stared at me for long seconds, a gasp escaping her as I dragged my cock
across her swollen clit. Then she said, softly, "Don't stop. Don't stop
fucking your slutty cunt. Don't stop raping me, don't stop using me as your
fuck hole, don't stop hurting your fuck hole," she finished with a whine as I
twisted her tit hard, making her squirm beneath me.
I rode her for long minutes, watching her face, her eyes, as her lips spewed
filth, spewed humiliation and degredation, begging me to rape her, to hurt
her, to beat her, but most of all to use her over and over again. It was
incredible, snotty, arrogant Amy debasing herself, humilating herself,
beneath me, squealing out as she came, her thighs pulled to my sides,
squeezing my hips as she bucked in orgasm for a third time this evening, and
still I didn't stop, still I kept fucking and kept demanding her soft, silky
voice spew profanities as I fucked her slowly and methodically, feeling my
come build up ever so slowly from deep within my belly, the writhing and
shaking of her soft flesh driving me higher and higher in lust until I
grunted and buried my head in her neck, biting and sucking as I came deep
within her even as her ankles locked behind my ass and she bucked beneath me,
gasping and panting "I'm coming I'm coming coming oh god oh god coming cunt's
coming" into my ear over and over as my guts seemed to be pulled out from my
cock as I spewed deep inside Amy, sweet Amy.
"You're mine," I said as I lay on top of her limp body. "You're mine,
whenever I want, wherever I want. Mine." I wanted her to hear it, because
it that was how it was going to be. Amy, cold, distant Amy, was going to be
mine whenever and wherever I wanted her.
I stood unsteadily on my feet and dragged the bitch by her hair until she was
kneeling before me, my semi-hard cock weaving in front of her face, covered
with her come and mine. "Clean it, slut." Simple, direct. She glanced at
me from behind heavily lidded eyes, and opened that sharp, soft mouth and
took my cock inside it, making me wince as she took the softening member all
the way into her mouth, sucking hard on it, cleaning it with her tongue as
she pulled her head away, finished by cleaning my balls with her tongue.
Just standing there, watching Amy on her knees, cleaning my cock with that
small pink tongue of hers made me want to take her again, brutally,
visciously, but that could wait. I pushed her away from me and put on my
clothes.
"Remember," I said, "whenever and wherever I want." Then I left.
After that I figured I wouldn't have any more trouble with the cunt, but was
I wrong. The next morning she was fucking all over me, and not in a good
way. She was practically breaking my balls, taking every chance to dig at me
and humiliate me in front of everyone--that bitch had a sharp tongue. I
couldn't fucking believe it. I looked at her and it was like our little fuck
session hadn't even happened. She was more haughty, arrogant, and snotty
than ever. And the way she walked, and sat, and held herself just screamed
bitch.
It didn't take long before I was determined to _really_ teach Amy a lesson,
since it seemed the previous one hadn't stuck. Hell, this time I was going
to _really_ hurt the bitch, really make that sweet, precious body of hers
rock in agony as I pummeled it. The bitch deserved it, the way she was
baiting me, trying to get at me the whole day. I didn't get it, but I really
didn't care--I was going to take care of her once and for all. This time she
would know for sure who was boss, and what her place was in the scheme of
things, the cunt.
Early the next morning I was standing in front of her door again--it was
around 1:30 am--making sure there was nobody around to get in my way. The
light was on under her door, so I knew the bitch was awake. I knocked, my
cock already throbbing in my pants at the thought of what I was going to do
to Amy, sweet Amy.
She had to know it was me, coming back to give her some more of what I had
given her the day before, but the dumb cunt opened the door anyway, unlocked
it and pulled it open so I could slam it into her body, step into the room,
and slam it closed behind me all in one instant. She was stunned by the
door, standing just feet from me, looking at me through dazed eyes which
focused as the door closed. Her mouth opened but whatever the bitch was
going to say or yell or scream turned into a painful gasp as I gave her a
right straight in the stomach, noticing that she was wearing only a long
sleep t-shirt, her hair pulled back from her face by a braid.
Amy, hot, sexy little Amy, doubled over from my blow, choking and gasping as
she sank down to her knees. I stepped close to her and grabbed her by the
hair, jerking her head back, loving the way I towered over her on her knees,
slapping the beautiful white face with my free hand, the feel and sound of
the blow a pleasure shooting through my body as I snarled at her. "I've had
enough of you, bitch. You didn't learn your lesson yesterday, cunt." I
slapped her again, the small cry torn from her music to my ears, "_I'm_ the
boss, bitch." I slapped her. "Me." I slapped her, making her whimper and
try to cower, her hands fluttering between my wrist on the hand forcing her
head back and her face, "You are just some cunt, some worthless cunt for _me_
to use. Understand, bitch?" I slapped her quickly, backhand and forehand,
four, five times, brushing aside her hands as if they weren't there--pow pow
pow pow the sound filled her room, filled me with lust and power and frantic
energy. "Understand?" I jerked on her hair, jerking her head.
"Uh...uh...ye...ye...yes...yes..." she stuttered while I undid my belt and
pulled my cock out. Just looking at the sweet mouth, the right side of her
lip beginning to swell a bit from my slaps, and I knew I wanted to take it,
to take her mouth while she kneeled on the floor at my feet.
With my hand still twined in her hair, I yanked the bitch's head back even
farther, her mouth forced open by the angle of her head, my other hand
gripping the base of my cock as I stepped closer to her, until I was
practically standing over the bitch. I angled my cock down, bending my knees
as I shoved it between her soft lips, the sight of my cock entering her mouth
almost driving me crazy. "Take it bitch, take it bitch," I said, jerking my
hips downward and pulling her head toward my groin, my nerves rattling with
pleasure as my cock humped into the warm, wet cavern of her mouth, bumping up
against the back of her mouth, making her choke and gasp and shake beneath
me, her hands pushing against my hips, as if she could stop me.
"That's right, bitch," I growled through gritted teeth, jabbing my cock into
her mouth, "take it, take my cock in that bitchy cunt mouth of yours." I
couldn't help myself--I wanted to impale her, to see this bitch squirming as
my cock penetrated her throat. I held her head with both my hands, tangling
them in her hair, her braid practically torn off, and began to pull the
bitch's face toward my groin.
I could feel my cockhead push against the soft, warm flesh at the back of her
mouth, could feel her head begin to shake, her head making small jerkings as
she tried to pull away, her hand pressing against my hips, beating against
them as I felt my cockhead slide into her throat, Amy's body heaving,
gagging, shaking, horrible retching sounds coming muffled from her body as my
cock slid into her esophagus, her nose pressing hard against my pubic hair as
I held her there for long seconds, reveling in her agony, in her retching,
choking, humming agony, her hands fist beating against my hips as I slid my
cock almost out of her throat before slamming it back in, fucking almost down
into her face, my pelvis slamming into her sharp nose, earning a cry of
surprise and pain between the horrible retching, gagging sounds she was
making.
It was fucking heaven, her throat a spasming tunnel of flesh massaging my
cock, sending sharp flashed of pleasure through me. Amy, fucking bitch Amy,
on her knees, gagging and choking as I watched my cock slide in and out of
her precious mouth, spittle drooling from between her lips and my cock to
coat my balls. I fucked her face, ramming my cock in short strokes in her
throat, slamming her nose against my pelvis as she jerked and thrashed
beneath me, her struggles growing more and more frantic as I became more and
more violent, pleasure building up to a peak, fogging my mind as I used
precious, snotty Amy like a whore, as I fucked my cock down her throat, as
she quivered and fought and choked as I took my pleasure from her.
I yelled out, grinding my pelvis into her face as I felt the first pulse of
my cock spurt my come deep in the bitch's throat, yelled as I yanked my cock
from her spasming, grasping throat, spitting another wad of come against the
back of her mouth, making her gag and cough, her whole body retching as I let
go of her hair, my cock in hand, spitting its fluid against Amy's nose, then
her forehead and hair as she doubled up, her whole body shaking as she
retched, spitting up globs of my sperm onto the rough, dirty carpet, her
hands held under her as she gasped helplessly for breath even as I dumped the
rest of my come in her tangled blonde hair.
I sagged against the bed, sat down, as I watched Amy, sweet, abused Amy,
retch and gasp on the floor. Her hands were on the ground, her knees still
bent under her, as she coughed and spit, drool and come hanging from her
swollen lower lip as she kneeled there. I wish I had had a camera--it was
beautiful. It wasn't enough, though. The bitch had to learn who was in
charge here. "Lick it up," I said.
She turned her head to look at me, still down on her knees, her hands still
supporting her upper body as she leaned forward, her sleep-t hanging from her
body. She was gorgeous, with her kinky blonde hair stringing across her
face, strands of my come pulling them together, more of my come dripping down
from her left cheek and nose, spilling across her slightly parted lips, her
lower lip on the right side swollen now. She looked like a battered, abused,
used angel, those big blue eyes wet and shiny as they gazed at me for a
second before she lowered her head to the ground like a cat getting ready to
drink, her small pink tongue darting out to touch the pool of come and saliva
beginning to soak into the dull brown short shag carpet.
She did it slowly, dragging her tongue across the floor, across the puddle of
fluids, her body moving with her breath, her head sliding back and forth as
she licked my come from the ground. I stood, stripping quickly, my cock
already beginning to harden as I watched this gorgeous piece of meat
degraded.
Naked now, I grabbed her by that sexy hair again, pulling her head up until
she was kneeling again, sitting on her haunches, her knees wide apart. I
released her and stood before her as she looked up at me, my belt folded in
two dangling from my right hand, swallowing once, twice in the silence. I
stepped forward and grabbed her t between her breasts, yanking it off her
unresisting body, only her eyes following me as I stepped back to admire her.
She was naked, kneeling before me, her face battered and bruised, her hair
coated with my come, her tits, those perfect, round mounds of flesh, jutting
forward like sacrifices, her sex peaking obscenely from behind her sparse
blonde pubic hair, her inner thighs slick with the juices leaking from her
cunt.
"Who's the boss?" I said. I waited. Silence. She just looked up at me,
defiance shining in those bright blue eyes. My hand whipped out, the belt
whistling through the air, and she gasped, her body hunching as the sound of
leather against flesh resounded in the room, her tit jiggling, its side
turning bright red where I had struck it, her hand s covering it
protectively.
"Who's the boss?" I repeated, and waited while she straightened up, her tits
pushing out again, a dark red mark shining on the outside of her left breast,
defiance and fear and pain shining those gorgeously big eyes. I whipped the
belt through the air again, the flat of the leather striking her other
breast, making her jerk and her hands leap to protect her tit-flesh. She
hunched like that for long seconds, and when she looked straightened up I
could see tears of pain in her eyes, but the bitch still wasn't broken.
It was such a fucking turn on, this little game she was playing, this battle
of wills she was forcing. I had just raped the bitch's throat, had slapped
the crap out of her, had watched as she licked up her own saliva and my come
from her carpet, and she was still defying me. I quivered with suppressed
lust and rage, my cock hardening again as I looked down at her. The best,
though, the fucking best was the way her cunt betrayed her, the way it leaked
and drooled in her own lust at what I was doing to her, the goddamned slut,
the goddamned whore.
"Tell me..." I said, watching her as she stared at me, defiant. I raised the
belt, watching as she clenched her fists by her side, her eyes snapping shut
as she waited for it to strike, to pound into her waiting tits. I stepped
forward quickly and swung my leg forward, kicking at her exposed sex, meeting
it with a thwap of flesh against flesh as I kicked that soft, wet mass of
flesh with the top of my foot, splattering her sex juices over my foot and
her thighs as her eyes snapped open, her body jack-knifing in agony as she
let out a hoarse yell, her thighs snapping shut and her hands covering her
groin. I saw her shudder as she began to rock in agony, and it was more than
I could take. I grabbed the bitch's hair and dragged her moaning, shaking
body up straight, forcing her perfect tits out, framed by her arms as they
reached toward her groin, protecting it.
I slammed the belt wildly across her tits, making her choke and sob in pain
as I yelled raggedly at her, "Tell me your fucking coming, bitch, tell me
your fucking coming," whipping her tits with a fury as she shuddered
convulsively beneath me, her tits jiggling and jerking as she twisted her
torso back and forth, unwilling to lift her hands from her groin as I beat on
her tits.
"AHHHHH," she moaned, her slender, taut body quivering, her fingers digging
into her throbbing cunt-meat, the sound of my belt across her tits a wicked
sound of pain, "I'm...ahhh...uhg...I'm...ca...ca...I'm...coming," she gasped
out as I released her hair, watching as she folded to the ground, her fingers
still dug into her cunt meat, soaked with her come, her thighs slick with it
as she quivered on her side, her face hidden by her hair, soft moans and
pants the only sounds in the room.
I watched Amy, slut Amy, until she stopped shaking, until her fingers relaxed
over her cunt and she lay still. "Who's the boss?" I asked.
"You are," she said, not bothering to move, and I smiled.
I sat there for a minute, looking at Amy, sweet, slutty Amy, her long,
gorgeous, strong legs bent slightly at the knees as she rested on her side,
her elbows supporting her close to the ground, her face hidden by the veil of
her hair. My cock throbbed as I looked down at her there, laying on the
floor, knowing that I was going to take that beautiful creamy white body and
use it for my pleasure again and again.
"You're quite a slut, aren't you, Amy?" I said. "Aren't you?"
"Yes." She said it in a flat, defeated monotone, not bothering to look up at
me. God she was turning me on just seeing her like that--broken, beaten. I
decided to have a little fun.
"Tell me you're a slut."
"I'm a slut."
"A cock-hungry, writhing, crawling, begging cunt."
"I'm a cock-hungry, writhing, crawling, begging cunt." She choked on the
last word, the rest delivered as if she didn't care anymore.
I decided to change tacks. "How many guys you let fuck you're slutty cunt,
Amy?" I asked, my hand idly stroking my cock as I gazed down at her prone
form. She had rolled onto her belly, her head buried in her arms.
"Three. I let three guys fuck my slutty cunt." It came out muffled. I saw
her shoulders jerk as she answered.
"How many times, Amy? How many times you let them fuck you?"
There was a pause, and I heard a sob. "T...ten. Twelve. I don't know."
"A slut like you, only fucked ten, twelve times?" I whistled softly. "I'd
figure you'd be hopping on cock like a kangaroo, you little whore." I
paused, gazing down at her, keeping my cock hard with my hand, feeling it
grow a bit numb even as I thought about how humiliating this was for Amy,
sweet, whorish Amy, having to tell me all about her past sex life.
"You suck them off with your slutty mouth, Amy? Did you?" I asked.
Another sob. "One of them. Once."
"Once what?"
"Once...once I sucked one of them off with my slutty mouth."
"You swallow slut?"
"No."
"That's no good. Sluts should always swallow. And you're a slut, aren't
you Amy?"
She sobbed again. "Yes. I'm a slut."
I smiled down at her back. "You ever been fucked up the ass, Amy?"
I watched as she raised herself up, curling her legs under her until she was
sitting before me like a supplicant, her long hair wild about her face,
sticking to her lips, her face beautifully battered, her eyes wet and wide
and so blue, her breasts framed by her arms, pushing forward like an
offering, their creamy white flesh marked red by the belt. "No," she said, a
trace of fear touching her voice.
"Don't you think sluts should get fucked in the ass, Amy?" I smiled
wolfishly at her, loving the way her lower lip quivered as she realized what
I was aiming at.
"No," she said softly, almost a plea, staring straight into my eyes.
A thrill flowed through my body and I took my hand from my cock and leaned
toward her. "Wrong answer Amy. Give me the one I want to hear."
She stared at me. I waited. Her lips moved, and then she whispered, "Oh
god. Oh god. Please. Don't. Please."
I shook my head, watched as she swallowed once, twice, before she said what I
wanted to hear. "Sluts. Like. Me. Should. Get. Fucked. In. The. Ass."
I let the word sink in, waited for her eyes to drop, an idea springing into
my mind I looked at her, my cock throbbing relentlessly. "No. Sluts like
_Amy_ ." I saw her whole body shiver as I spoke, knowing that she knew I was
reducing her to no more than an object, that I was forcing her to see herself
that way, to speak of herself that way, as an other, someone, something
outside herself.
"Sluts like Amy should get fucked in the ass," she repeated for me, and I
nodded, even though she couldn't see me.
"Give me your wrists," I said, sliding off the bed to my knees, my belt in my
hand as she presented her wrists to me, together. Mine, I though, all mine
as I bound her wrists with the belt, pulling it tight around that soft white
flesh. When I was done I grabbed the back of her neck and pushed her face to
the ground, forcing her to kneel with her ass in the air, pulling those
gorgeous white thighs apart, pulling her bound wrists between her knees, her
body folded for my use, her ass and swollen cunt gaping into the air as I
positioned myself behind her, watching the side of her face as she stared off
into space, waiting for what I was about to do to her body.
Her ass was sweet, two full mounds of muscular white meat pulled taut across
her bones, warm to my touch as I ran my hands over them. Her small,
puckered, brown anus peeked up at me, her buttocks pulled away from it, her
cunt mound nestled below, swollen and wet. I pushed myself against her, my
right leg between hers, my cock pressing up against her left buttocks, my
right hand reaching down to her cunt, sliding two fingers into that sopping
mass of flesh.
I leaned over to her ear, sawing my fingers into her cunt, feeling her body
jerk slightly as I twisted them around in her dripping passage. "Tell me you
want me to fuck you in the ass, Amy."
She whimpered as I jabbed her cunt again with my fingers, juices beginning to
run down my wrist and her thighs. She worked her mouth and said,
"Fu...fu...fuck me...fu...fuck me in the--"
"No!" I said sharply, yanking my fingers violently from her cunt and slapping
her ass, making her jump as it smacked down on her taut flesh, making it
quiver.
"Ohhh god," she moaned as I slipped my fingers back into her box, "fuck Amy
in the ass. Assfuck Amy." Her ass was swaying and humping as she moaned
shamelessly, begging for it.
"Good cunt," I said, jamming my fingers back into her snatch, watching as she
jerked and moaned and begged while I worked her cunt until she started
gasping quick, short gasps. I pulled my fingers out of her sopping cunt and
grabbed her hips with both hands, my cock hard as iron and aimed right for
that sweet box.
"Don't stoooopppp," she whined, making that full, sweat ass shiver in need.
I slapped her ass hard. "What does Amy need?"
"Amy needs to cooommmeee," she moaned as my cock pushed against her swollen
labia. "Fuck Amy, fuck Amy, fuck Aaaahhhh," she chanted as I slid my cock
into that tight, hot sheath of a cunt. The bitch was to hot, so needy, so
slutty I almost let loose and pounded that grasping, churning cunt until I
came, but the sight of her tiny bud of an anus, that small brown sphincter,
kept me from it, kept me to my plan as I sawed in and out of her cunt, my
cock feeling like it was going to explode as her flesh tried to milk it of my
seed.
"Where does Amy need my cock?" I asked.
She whimpered, knowing the answer I wanted, not wanting me even now to do it.
"Please..." she started, but I slapped her ass hard, making her gasp at the
sudden pain. "Oh god Amy needs it...needs it in the...the...ass."
I yanked my cock from her ass, slick and smooth from her cunt juices, and
lodged it against that tiny bud of her asshole, loving the way her body shook
and the whimpers coming from her throat. I started pushing, slowly,
relentlessly, slapping her ass in rhythm to Amy's, sweet, fucked Amy's,
whimpers. The sight of it, of my cockhead pushing against her white, pure
flesh, pushing the flesh of her ass inward, driving toward her bowels as she
kneeled, bounds, beneath me, made my blood boil. I slapped her ass harder,
her whimpers turning into pants of pain as I felt her ass begin to give.
"Ahhh...ahhh...hurtsssssss...oh god...hurtsssssss....ahhh...ahhh...ahhh
god...stop stopstopnomorehurtscan'ttakeitohgodohgodohgodaaaaahhhhhhhh..." the
bitch blubbered as my cockhead slid into that incredible ass of hers. Every
nerve on my body seemed to be alive, pleasure and pain radiating from my cock
as I leaned into her ass, my cock sliding into her inch by inch, every inch
sending jagged shards of pleasure racing down my cock and through my body,
every inch making the slut beg and whine and moan louder, her pretty face
contorting into a beautiful mask of agony.
I sunk all the way into that incredible tightness, that incredible sheath of
her ass, hot and tight and squeezing like I could never have imagined--I
would have shot my load right there if I hadn't let one off down her throat
earlier. I held the cunt there, impaled on my cock, her whole body shaking
and quivering in pain, my cock buried up to my balls in her ass, helpless
moans and cries spilling from that hot little mouth.
I slapped her ass. "Tell me to fuck you, bitch."
"Ahhh...hurts...please...don't...don't...ahhhh...ahhh...fu...fu...fuck...oh
god...fuck ma...ma...Amy's....oh god no nonono...oh god fuck Amy's ass oh
god...please please fuck Amy's ass."
"Keep it up whore," I hissed, dragging my cock from the depths of her ass,
watching as her sphincter clung to it, pulled on it, the flesh distending as
it gripped my cock like a vise, making me shudder in pleasure even as Amy,
sweet, whorish Amy, moaned in pain, mouthing profanities.
"Slut," I hissed, shoving my cock into her excruciatingly tight hole, forced
to go slow through the sheer friction of her ass sheath, the sensations of
fucking this sweet piece of ass making my toes curl as she shivered and
sobbed in pain beneath me. In and out I shoved my cock, assfucking Amy,
sweet seductive Amy, practically driving my cock straight down into her
distended asshole, my mind clouding with pleasure and that sweet lust-filled
rage which fucking Amy seemed to bring to me, making me want to make her
scream and beg and writhe beneath me as I fucked her.
I slammed down into the bitch, feeling something give in her ass, her mouth
opening in a wide O, a choking sob escaping her throat as her ass eased up
and I began fucking her brutally, yanking my cock from her bowels like I
wanted to rip them from her body before slamming it back into her, my balls
slapping wetly against her drooling snatch, each outward pull making her moan
and shake in agony, each inward thrust making her grunt like a fucking
animal, like a fucking sobbing piece of meat.
I drilled into her, her shaking, writhing, quivering body making me crazy,
her ass spasming in agony around my cock. Her mewls and grunts and cries and
moans filled my ears, sending me mad with lust. "Fuck. Bitch. Fuck. Fuck.
Whore. Slut." I spat with each thrust into her grasping ass, feeling my
stomach and balls begin to buzz, my cock begin to hum with pleasure.
I grabbed the bitch by the hair and yanked her body up against mine,
thrusting up into her abused ass mercilessly, practically lifting her off her
knees with each thrust, my hand reaching down, shoving aside her dangling,
bound hands, to maul her soft cunt-meat. I dug my fingers into that soft
flesh, my nails tearing at her labia and her clit, her whole body beginning
to shake as I cursed her, her head lolling loose over my shoulder,
inarticulate grunts and sobs and cries jabbering from her drooling mouth.
I let go of her hair and reached around and grabbed one of those bouncing,
taut-skinned tits, squeezing hard as I felt my whole groin and cock ablaze
with pleasure, my fingers in her cunt scratching and clawing at her swollen
clit and cunt-meat. Amy shuddered; the bitch shuddered, a keening, inhuman
wail escaping her throat, and I felt her stomach ripple, her cunt spitting
juices down her thighs to splatter against the floor, her whole body shaking
like a seizure as the cunt came with my cock in her ass, my cock buried deep
in her grasping, spasming, clutching ass.
I couldn't take it, I couldn't take any more of this hot bitch coming on my
cock, gripping it, milking it, and I spewed my come deep into her bowels,
groaning in pleasure, my cock pumping and pumping and pumping my come into
her sweet sucking ass while she keened and wailed and shook against me. It
seemed to stretch out forever, my cock pumping and throbbing and spitting and
sending pleasure racing through my nerves while Amy, sexy Amy, bucked and
writhed and twisted in my grasp, her cunt spasming on nothing while she came
and came and came.
Finally I came down from my high, my fingers unclenching from her tit and
cunt meat, my body losing its rigidity, the sexual haze lifting from my mind
to be replaced by a certain lassitude. She was still coming on my cock, now
moaning weakly and thrashing her head slowly back and forth. I pushed her
off my cock, watched as she fell on her face, her knees sliding down until
she was laying flat on her stomach, her legs still spread, her asshole gaping
obscenely, her sphincter covered with bright red blood.
I glanced down at my cock, hard and glistening with her blood and the fluid
in her bowels. I staggered on my knees over to the bitch's head, pulling her
head up by her hair, forcing her slowly, agonizingly, to her knees, forcing
her to take my cock, covered with her fluids, into her mouth. I winced as
she cleaned it, without protest, without hesitation, her soft, warm, wet
mouth cleaning her blood and shit and juice from my cock and balls.
I pushed her away when she was done, shoving her face to the ground, leaving
her bent at the waist, the side of her face pressed into the rug, her ass
jutting into the air like and offering, her wrists still bound, her beautiful
blue eyes dulled with shock and sensation, her lips puffy and drooling. I
stood, dressed, and stepped to the door.
My hand on the doorknob, I turned to Amy, sweet, slutty Amy, laying on the
floor, used, abused, beaten and cruelly fucked, and said, "One A.M., this
door is unlocked. You are on your knees, naked, in the center of the room,
knees apart." I looked my Amy, my new toy Amy, before opening the door,
stepping outside, and closing it behind me.
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