As much as she tried to resist, he stripped her shirt from her body. The black bra underneath was seized and ripped until it came off with no problems. He used his own weight to pin her down as he fondled her breasts. She cried but her nipples still became hard from his rough caresses. He slipped one hand down underneath her skirt and felt it cupping at her pussy, which was starting to get wet against her will. He was able to tug her black panties down to her ankles. Her skirt was no help against the intruder. She could feel his organ getting harder inside his shorts, and was then distracted by a large finger entering her private place. The tears streamed down her face.
Kelly's hymen pushed back against the finger like a wall, but she knew that wall would come down soon. As she became more and more wet, he finally slipped out of his drawers and aimed it at her entrance. He whispered in her ear, "You belong to me," and suddenly thrust inside, taking her virginity in one powerful stroke.
He fucked her until he came inside her, which felt like an eternity. When he finished he got off of her and stood. She lay on the bed, sobbing. He took her panties from her and put inside his dresser, removing the key.
He unlocked the door, and she sat up. He tossed some money at her, and told her, "You're not a bad fuck, girl. I wouldn't mind seeing you again." She took the money, slipped her tank top back on over her free breasts, and walked out of the house, her tender pussy still dripping with both his and her juices.
She waited until she was home before she looked at the money she still had in her hand. A thousand dollars! Maybe it wasn't so bad...
