I grab you from behind, swiftly covering your mouth, and whisper in your ear that if you scream I'll hurt you. Your hot breath against my hand makes my cock pulse just a little, and as you struggle against me you can feel it growing against the top of your arse. With my stiff cock prodding into you, you reach behind your back and rub your fingers across the front of my jeans, groaning deeply as you feel the entire length, marveling at its thickness, terrified of what it will do to your cunt.
I let go of your mouth, and your body trembles as I start to kiss and bite your neck hard, my hands move down to grab your breasts, mauling them through your shirt. You are whimpering now, and I rip your top into pieces to give me easier access to your heavy breasts. Your nipples are hard, I wonder if it's the cold in here, or are you just starting to enjoy this? I begin to play with your nipples roughly, tweaking and pinching, your breathing is heavy and low, my teeth still sinking into your neck, sending a shiver right through you.
I notice your fingers are still on the front of my jeans, gripping my hard cock firmly now, and you gasp as you feel it throb against your hand. I start to slap and play with your magnificent breasts with one hand, whilst the other sneaks down your body, and into your thong. Even I am surprised at how wet you are. I whisper in your ear what a filthy slut you are, to be so wet for me, describing all the dirty things I'm going to do to you, my thumb just brushing your clit as my finger enter your cunt, curling upwards, forcing you to ride two of my fingers intensely but not too fast. With every word I pour into your ear, I can feel your clit throb, and you push start your arse back against me, trying to get my cock to pulsate against your arse again. You start to cry and beg me to let you cum, the tears running down your face as the juice runs down your thighs.
You cry because you're so shocked at how much you need me to make you cum, how much you want me to force you to cum on my fingers. You're begging through the tears, pleading with me just not to stop. I grab your throat with my other hand and pull you closer, and command you to cum all you want, you little whore, my thumb toying with your clit as my fingers curl up deep inside your cunt, hitting your g-spot. I spit the words into your ear;
"Have you ever had somebody spread your legs and just breathe on your clit? Teasing you, a little jolt of pleasure going through you, as the tension builds before they finally put their tongue onto your clit, and your back arches as feel their fingers explore your pussy? Had a man spend hours exploring you with his tongue, slowly moving up your legs, biting the inside of your thighs, making you wetter and wetter, before toying with your clit and making you cum again and again?"
My words have pushed you over the edge, and you let out a long deep moan like an animal, and start to shudder and convulse against my body as you cum all over my hand, the hot, sticky liquid flooding my fingers and your thong.
I bring my fingers up to your face, and you inhale the scent of your cum on my fingertips, filling your nose with the aroma of your cunt, enthralled at your sweet smell, you must taste it. You stick out your tongue and try to lick my fingers, and I laugh and whisper in a slow, but lustful voice, that sluts don't get to lick, they only get to suck, and so I shove my fingers into your mouth. The taste is addictive, and soon my hand is totally free of your juices. You feel like such a slut, sucking and savouring your own juices off my hand; a rush of confusion hits you as you realise you've been stroking your rapist's cock through the thin fabric of his jeans, knowing in your head how long and thick his cock must be, and how incredible it will feel inside you.
You hear the zip of my jeans and start to quiver, it seemed big before, but at least it was caged. You know it's going to look huge now. I even take anything off; I just pull it out of the fly, the thickness resting in my hand. You can feel my cock right against your arse and it's so nasty and wrong that it's making you so wet. You look down at yourself in disgust, your top is in tatters, and your thong is so wet that it's sticking to your cunt lips. Your mind is racing as you come down from your orgasm, you realise that you are going to have to pleasure me, in all of the dirty ways I desire. The thought sends a jolt of pleasure through your nipples and down to your cunt.
