Disclaimer: After more than two plus decades as a reader here on Lit, welcome to my first ever story submission! Admittedly, what I'm submitting is a bit of non-sequitur in that this story is just a small vignette, meant to be part of a much larger tale about a young man, who having fallen on hard times, allows himself to become a plaything for certain more depraved members of London high society. Although this short piece may seem a bit out of context, I was pleased with its intensity and brevity as a standalone. So, I figured it to be a good candidate for my first Lit story.
I was now screaming, wailing with abandon like some sort of tortured animal, with each one of his strokes. I had completely forgotten where I was, and had given myself over to this blissful moment.
Ellis continued to punctuate each brutal, ejaculatory thrust with a repetitive "Fuck you!" through clenched teeth. The pounding eventually slowed to nothing, along with Ellis' strained groans. The wonderful contractions of his cock also came to an end, at which point he no longer held me so roughly against the glass wall, and I had to fight to stand upright. He had exhausted me thoroughly, and my knees buckled slightly as he released me from his grip.
"Fuck you, whore," he breathed as he roughly pulled his cock from my ass, causing a large moan to escape my open mouth. I moaned further as I could feel, and actually hear, his semen spilling out of my gaping hole, and splattering noisily on Ms Noble's priceless carpet.
I felt such the slut.
And I loved it.
Even though I was fairly sore, a lusty, satisfied smile broke across my face as I reveled in my recent public display.
Knowing he had finished with me, I allowed myself to sink to my knees, and then into a pile on Ms Noble's carpet, waiting for my own ragged breathing to slow.
I lay panting on the floor, still focused on the London skyline outside. My head was spinning. My heavy breathing still punctuated with heavy moans every few breaths. I felt almost in a reverie. My body, physically, was in pain. But, emotionally, I felt like I was on another plain.
I had ejaculated almost immediately when Ellis' onslaught had begun, and I could feel myself already coming out of my refractory period. Despite having just received one of the roughest fuckings I'd ever endured, I was astounded by how sensual and aroused I felt.
Letting my breathing slowly return to normal, I actually began to luxuriate in the sordidness of the moment. Feeling the massive load leak from my hole, I knew I was making a mess, but I didn't care. As a matter of fact, this tiny little detail aroused me even further, as I realized I was practically euphoric.
Even my cock had achieved rigidity again, and further stoked my lustful feelings. Any uncertainty I had felt up to this point about what I had been doing for Lady Meredith was, for the first time since coming to London, conspicuously absent at this moment. I felt languid. I felt slutty. I felt powerful and emboldened.
I knew at that moment, that this, this submissive creature crumpled up on the plush carpet of one of the most powerful women in London, having just given myself fully to an aggressive man, determined to use me like a wanton sex object, was who I really was. And in that moment, I felt truly alive for the first time in my life.
Except for muttering under his breath, Ellis had dressed in silence and headed for the door without engaging Ms Noble.
I managed to pull myself up to a standing position. Holding onto the glass edifice for support, and, still shaking, breathing heavily, and still feeling Mr Ellis' semen trickling out my asshole and down my leg, I, no less, gleefully looked down at my erect cock, arching lewdly out from my body.
