It seems that what my mind couldn't figure out while I was conscious, my body did while I was unconscious. Mr. Facelli's hands holding my hips up into the air, his cock buried to its hilt up inside of my cunt, made me moan like a bitch in heat, like the little slut he knew me to be, the whore he had hired me to be. I woke to my own throat moaning deep passions as I was fucked roughly, my thighs dripping and the bed beneath me already coated in slick cum. I couldn't be entirely sure whose it was, but I had no reason to doubt that it wasn't my own, at least in part.
I could already feel that my vagina was sore and exhausted, both from his brutal thrusts and my own release. I know my body well enough to know I only get this way after multiple climaxes. Three I would guess, by the feel of it, and how many times Mr. Facelli came inside me, again I could only guess. At least once for I could feel a warmth that was not my own inside of me.
My first reaction was to simply continue moaning, allowing my body to be used like it has been so many times in the past, to do what made everyone in this world fall instantly in love with me, or at least males. But when I came to the realization of where I was, and just who was using me... my second reaction was to lash out, to twist my body around and seethe venomous words back at the snake who was fucking me.
My body was wrenched back however when I remembered I was still bound by my wrists to Mr. Facelli's bed.
"Mmm, good morning, sweetie," Mr. Facelli smirked, making his thrusts even more violent as my consciousness roused. He bent his body over me and kissed me on my lips, as though I were his wife, knowing it would set me over the edge.
"Fuck you!" I shouted at him, pulling away from his lips, unable to get far under the hold of the bindings and his strong hands. His only response was an even deeper thrust of his cock which forced me hard up onto the bed, my face slamming against the metal bedframe and pinning me too it while he refused to pull out again.
"Listen, you little slut," Mr. Facelli rasped into my ear, his tongue tasting my skin as he did so. "We both know you're not worth the paper this money is printed on," he sounded amused as he spoke. Why wouldn't the arrogant asshole. "A body for hire, controlled by a drugged out pimp. This world wouldn't care for a second if you were to suddenly disappear from it."
Mr. Facelli gave me another fast and powerful thrust of his cock up my cunt, causing it to quiver beyond even my own control.
"You've got three worthwhile assets," he continued, running a finger over my lips as he humped me more vigorously, forcing me to open my mouth and pant like a bitch. I wanted to scream, but I just knew that is what he wanted from me, and damn myself if I gave him the fucking pleasure. His other hand slid down between my legs, stroking my clit as he fucked me, pointing out the second of my three assets. I wanted to cry, but I held back as best I could, refusing to give Mr. Facelli the satisfaction.
The one thing I didn't want to do was cum... but he rubbed my clit so hard, and he fucked me even harder that my body decided things on its own, without need of my consent. A wave of my own warmth rushed out down Mr. Facelli's cock, drenching it and the bedsheets further. A scream escaped my lips as my body shuddered, and when it was done I slumped down onto the bed in tears.
