Bad Company

It was a typical afternoon. I was alone in the kitchen doing the dishes from the night before. I had my radio playing turned up loud while I worked and was singing along to the song "Bad Company."

I wish I would have realized that song was trying to tell me something.

I did not hear him as he came up behind me. He grabbed me and had me restrained before I even started to scream.

"Shut up bitch!" He snarled as he covered my mouth with his rough, dirty hands to muffle my screams.

My heart was racing uncontrollably out of fear. My hands were shaking and I felt tears welling up in my eyes. He was able to pin both of my arms behind my back with one hand. The other was still over my mouth and nose, making it difficult for me to breathe. He pressed his body against my back and nudged me towards the kitchen counter. I felt his hard, swollen cock press into my back.

That's when I knew what was going to happen to me and I was absolutely helpless to stop it. My greedy little cunt betrayed me as it ached to be filled and fucked. The direct contrast of the reactions I felt in my body and in my mind was confusing to me.

My mind told me that I was not supposed to enjoy this appalling act of hatred against my body. And as soon as I felt him press his disgusting cock against my back, my traitorous little pussy was soaked. I was terrified and it turned me on.

"Listen whore," he growled, "when I move my hand, you better keep your pretty little mouth shut. Or else I will put something else in it and you may not like that."

The thought of taking his nasty dick into my sweet little mouth was as appalling as it was arousing. I felt my wetness starting to trickle out of my eager little fuck hole, soaking my panties. Why is this turning me on? I wondered to myself as he took his disgusting hand away from my mouth.

"Listen to me, you little cunt," he growled, "What I am about to do is for me. Not you. If you make this difficult, I will hurt you. If you struggle, I will restrain you. And if you scream, I will shut that fucking mouth of yours. Understand, bitch?"

I nodded.

"Good. Now let's get you where I want you."

I held back my cries of pain as he grabbed a handful of my hair and forced me face first onto the hard granite counter top. He held me in place with one hand as he literally tore my skirt and panties off of my body. He tossed what was left of my skirt aside, but held on to my panties. He raised them to his face and inhaled the sweet scent of my pussy. And then he chuckled sadistically.

"I can't believe my luck! I got me an actual little whore!" He exclaimed with a hint of excitement in his voice. "I prefer little cock whores like you. They barely struggle and rarely call the police because fucked up little bitches like you actually like this shit!"

Before I could brace myself, he pushed my face against the counter top as he forced his large, nasty cock inside of my soaked little pleasure hole. He fucked me relentlessly and as much as I wanted to hate it, I couldn't. Each time that he speared me with his rod, I found myself getting more and more aroused. My pussy tightened and quivered around him, ready to explode around the cock that invaded my body.

"I knew you'd like it, you nasty little slut," He said menacingly, distracting me away from my orgasm. "But like I said, this is for me, not you. I wonder if you will like what I am going to do next."

My thoughts were too jumbled and confused to consider his words of warning.

There was no warning that could have prepared me for the instant shock of pain that I felt when he yanked his cock out of my cunt and mercilessly rammed it up my ass. There was no way I could stop the horrifying screams of pain that escaped my throat.

"I told you to shut the fuck up, you little cunt hole bitch!" He screamed in rage.

Tears were pouring down my cheeks as he grabbed one of my kitchen towels and shoved it into my mouth. Once I was gagged, he started pounding my ass. His strokes were deep, hard, and painful.

But it wasn't just pain that I was feeling. I was also feeling my pleasure growing deep inside of my insatiable little fuck hole. It was a pleasure that I had never felt before or since.

I had no control over my body as my orgasm exploded deep with my insatiable and greedy little cunt and I was shocked when I felt my sweet juices gush out of my twat and splash all over the tiled kitchen floor.

"Look what you've done now you worthless little gutter whore," he said mockingly. "You made a mess of your sweet little whore juices."

Without any warning, he yanked his disgusting meat stick out of my ass and shoved me down to my knees and into my puddle on the floor.

"Open your mouth and catch my cum, you disgusting little quim," he growled.

I had no choice. I opened my mouth as wide as I could watching as he stood over me, jacking his cock as he sprayed me with a huge, disgusting load of his evil seed. As I swallowed the cum he shot into my throat I realized that it was in my hair, on my face, and all over my shirt.

I heard my front door slam as that evil son of a bitch escaped, leaving me covered in his cum. I wanted to loathe him but I only felt the remnants of the pleasure he gave me as I layed there, alone and naked in a puddle of my own juices on the cold kitchen floor.

•••••••••••••••

Later that night, Joey and I were sitting on the sofa together watching tv. He looked over at me and scraped a small flake of dried cum off of my cheek that I missed when I washed up.

"Next time," he said, "I will bathe you after I use you."

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