You hear the doorbell ring and you know it's time, what you've been waiting for, for weeks. Opening the door you see me standing there, smiling at you innocently, thinking I'm just here for a visit. You grab me my the wrist and pull me in, taking me off guard. As I recoil, you slam the door and push me up against it, watching the fear grow in my eyes as one hand wraps around my throat and the other runs up the inside of my thigh. You lean in close, turning my head so the soft skin of my neck is exposed. I'm frightened by the low growl of your voice as you ask me what the fuck I thought you were having me over for.
You lean closer and I feel the heat of your breath as you bite down on my neck and run your hand further up my thigh, under my shorts to feel my pussy through my cotton panties. You laugh at yourself at how innocent and naive I am, deciding I definitely would have worn sexier panties if I knew what I was getting myself into.
You look in my eyes and the confusion and fear make you instantly hard. You press up against me and tighten your hand around my neck as I feel your cock growing harder against me, angry, wanting nothing else but to destroy me. Your hand loosens from around my throat and a look of relief flashes across my face, only for a second. You run your hand up through my soft blonde hair and grab a fistful of it. Yanking my head back and pulling me towards the ground, my knees buckle and I'm in the position you've been waiting so long to see me in.
On my knees, I look up at you with a blank stare on my face, still trying to process what's happening. Your hand reels back and comes down hard across my cheek, sending pain waves through me and causing my eyes to instantly water. I look at you in shock, mascara starting to run down my red cheek. You ask me if I'm going to hesitate again. I can't even get a word out so I just shake my head and start undoing your belt. My hands are shaking as I unzip your pants and come face to face with your cock, seemingly tearing through your underwear, stretching the fabric, aching to get to my body.
These few seconds of hesitation and fear earn me another slap across the face. You're frustrated at my timid approach and my methodical movements are getting you nowhere. You grab my hair again with one hand and pull your cock free with the other. Dripping with precum, throbbing and terrifying, you shove it in my mouth. Feeling the resistance of my throat you tell me to look at you. My eyes are big and full of tears and pain. You tell me if I don't learn to relax, none of this will go easy for me. You run your hand over my throat, "Now you better open wide before I do it for you" You feel me relax and your cock slides in, the full length of you filling my mouth and throat.
The quivering of the back of my throat as I struggle against you, gagging on your thick cock, only fuels you more. You pin me up against the door and fuck my mouth, enjoying my struggle to breath and to stay upright on my knees for you. I start to grab on to your legs in an attempt to fight you off. You see the fear on my face and the panicky movements of my hands and you know I'm running out of air. I'm no use to you, passed out in the hallway, so you ease up on me and pull your dripping cock out of my throat. My face is flushed and covered in black tears, still red from the force of your hand coming across it. The look on your face changes from anger, to something close to tenderness as you look down at me. You take the end of your shirt and wipe my cheeks, then pull me to my feet. You take your shirt off, then mine and let both fall to the floor. I'm still afraid of what's happening and your calm silence has me even more worried.
Putting your hand on my shoulder you turn me towards the bedroom and tell me to walk. You love the sight of me in just a bra and denim shorts, my ass shaking just a little with each step. You think to yourself, if she didn't want to be fucked, that's unfortunate because she's got the body for it. We get to your room and you tell me not to turn around, you want to watch me undress from behind. I know not to hesitate this time, I undo my shorts and your cock twitches when you see them slide over my ass, bearing myself for you. My panties tight against me, hugging every curve.
I'm not sure what to do next, so I turn my head and look back at you. You're stroking your cock, taking in every inch of me. The anger in your voice returns when you tell me to bend over the bed . . .
I start to tear up again, afraid that I know what's next. Waiting to feel your hands on me, wanting it to be over. Instead, in a low voice, you tell me to touch myself. This catches me off guard and for a second, a thousand thoughts run through my head. I still have my panties on . . . I'm bent over, not facing him . . . does he want me to go slow or . . . my thoughts are interrupted by a stinging blow to my ass. I squeal and collapse from pain and hear you laugh softly and say "Well that'll leave a mark". Then the laughter fades from your voice and you growl "Does daddy need to ask again?"
I prop myself up on the bed, on my hands and knees and spread my legs so wide that the lips of my pussy start peeking out around my panties. Finally, you see my fingers run over the fabric, softly at first, not sure what you want. But as I rub myself harder, you see the wetness seep through. And you know this isn't just from the last couple of seconds. Your hand leaves your cock and comes down on my ass again in the same spot. I scream, but my hand doesn't leave my pussy. You watch me quiver and my wetness starts to drip down my legs. You come close and run your hand over my ass, saying "That's gonna leave a nasty welt" more to yourself than me. You look at me, tears are flowing again from the sting but you don't care because you know . . . "You liked what just happened to you, didn't you?" I don't answer right away and I see your hand go up. "Yes", you can barely hear me whimper it into the bed . . . "You dirty slut, I knew it".
My panties are completely soaked now, my juices running down my legs and you need to see it for yourself. You grab my panties and slide them over my ass and down my legs. My pussy is pink and swollen and throbbing, aching to be fucked, my clit peeking out from between my lips. You run your hands over my ass and I feel your breath on me as your mouth comes down on the inside of my thighs and bites down. Your fingers run over my pussy, teasing it as your mouth inches closer. Your tongue glides over my lips, parting them so you can taste me. You hear me start to moan quietly, you know I like the feeling of your mouth on my pussy. But that's not enough for you. Your tongue moves up my ass and I tense up as it moves closer to my virgin asshole. Pink and tight and unsuspecting, it's your favorite part of me by far.
I've grown completely silent as you run your tongue over me, soaking my ass. Your hand moves from my hip and I feel pressure as you run your thumb over my asshole. Without thinking I whine, "Please, no". I know I've made a mistake instantly as I feel your teeth sink into my ass. You bite down hard, enjoying my scream and tears. Finally you let up, your thumb still pressing on my ass. I hear you, more angry than ever, "Don't you ever tell your daddy no . . ." as you shove your thumb into me and feel my ass give way to you. I remember to relax and take in every sensation as you explore my tight little hole and your mouth finds my pussy again. You work my ass hard and find my clit with your tongue, licking and sucking at it, swollen and tender. Just as you feel me start to tense up and my knees start to shake, you pull your thumb out of my ass and back away from me. "This isn't for you, you little slut".
