With no other warning, John pushed his cock into my pussy. My juices made the violation smoother than it would have been...but I still felt as if I was being torn apart from the inside. I'd never felt a man that thick before. He was stretching my canal beyond what seemed possible. It was.......amazing. I know I shouldn't have, but I loved it. His strange aroma, the feel of his hands on my hips, the pounding of his cock deep inside me. I was being taken by an animal, and much to my dismay, I was loving every minute of it.
I planted my feet on the bed, trying to gain better leverage to push up against him. I could feel the roughness of his pubic hair scratching against my clit, and my tiny thong panties rolling against my hip, pulling tightly between by buttcrack. I bit my lower lip and moaned in ecstasy. I'd never just been fucked before, it was releasing someone I didn't know I was.
"What a slutty little whore you are" John grunted, "look at you, trying your best to fuck a stranger's cock."
"no..." I moaned this, I couldn't help it. I wasn't a whore, it's not like I did this all the time. This was only the third cock I'd ever had inside me.
"Little. Fucking. Whore." Each syllable was punctuated with a slam of his cock deep into me.
I sobbed a little again. I didn't want to be a whore, and I didn't want to stop. I wanted this feeling to keep going and going. Sex had never made me feel this carnal. I heard John breathing harder...it was now impossible to keep up with his pace while tied down like this, so I lay there, letting him hold my hips up and plow into me, his balls slapping crudely against my ass. I felt a second orgasm building, and I started praying to myself that he'd let me have it.
Myself? Or to him? I'm sure something in me screamed out loud.
He laughed wickedly, paused mid-trust as if considering, then pulled out.
"No!!!" I cried out...this time knowing it was out loud.
John walked to the head of the bed and ripped the blindfold off my eyes. I squinted, the light on the ceiling blinding me for a moment making me feel disoriented. I started to look around for him, and that's when I heard the grunt and felt the first spurt of hot jizz on my cheek. He stroked his giant cock next to my face and kept cumming...the second shot landed across my nose. I closed my lips tightly, I'd never let anyone cum on or near my mouth before. The third and forth shots hit my lips and chin. I pinched my lips even tighter and closed my eyes. I could smell the saltiness of his hot spunk on my face. I made me feel like vomiting.
He leaned back a bit, I chanced a peek out of one eye hoping to prepare myself for what was next. That's when the doorbell rang. John pulled his pants up and fastened them. I sat there expectantly, waiting for him to unfasten the cuffs.
...I should have known better.
I heard him talking quietly out in the hall. I'd completely forgotten the fact that he'd called someone earlier. Making note to keep my lips closed, I frantically tried to find a way out of my bindings. These things were impossible...I thrashed on the bed trying to work something loose all the while stealing glimpses toward the open bedroom door.
John appeared again in the doorway, a look on his face that I understood all too well. He grabbed his camera and took a shot of me laying there in the bed, white liquid all over my face, pleading with my eyes since I was too afraid to open my mouth. I turned away, I didn't want pictures of this.
