Mark released his hand from my mouth but kept pulling my hair and whispered in my ear, "Kelly told me all about you. I'm impressed. I will have you."
"No please..."
"What's the difference between me and the other strangers you've been with? Nothing."
"But that's different! They've forced me into it! They threatened me, they know where I live!"
"But you also like it. I told you, Kelly told me everything, slut."
He turned on the light by my bed and looked me over. He was very good-looking, trim, dark brown hair, dark brown eyes. Sexy. But still, he was not even someone the doctors knew. He was just a stranger from the subway.
He slid his hand underneath my robe and started feeling my nipples, pulling them, making them diamond hard. I tried to pull away but he grabbed my arm and held it firmly.
"I told you not to make me hurt you. I'm not going to tell you again."
"How did you get in?"
"The fire escape that leads to your kitchen window."
"It was unlocked?"
"No, but I happen to know how to get around that. Lucky you."
He undid his pants. His member stood straight up, hard. He was about eight solid, thick inches. I gasped.
"Stroke it," he commanded.
"No...please!" I begged.
"Do it."
"No!"
I tried to get away but he grabbed me and threw me down on my stomach. Holding me down by the back of my neck he picked up his pants and swiftly removed his belt. Then he wailed on my ass with it. I screamed. He did it again. And again. I groaned in anguish, nauseated from the pain. He stopped. He climbed on top of me, laid on my back, and whispered, "Don't make me do that to you again."
He slid his hand between my thighs and, as usual, my body betrayed my mind.
"Well, well...your mind resists but your body craves it. Isn't that right?"
"Mhm," I whimpered.
"And I bet you liked giving yourself a facial with your own cum, didn't you? Kelly told me about that too." He kept rubbing my slick slit.
"Yes..."
"I just love eating and fucking a wet pussy like yours. You gonna cum like Kelly says you do for me?"
"Yes..." I moaned.
"Good girl."
He got up and flipped me over. "Spread those legs, show me your cunt, slut."
I spread them for him, turning my head away, ashamed to show him my wet pussy even though he'd already felt it.
"Mm...look at that juicy cunt..." He dove in, lapping and suckling and probing and teasing. My fluid started dripping down the crack of my ass.
"Oh yeah..." he groaned, rubbing the juice around my asshole.
He stuck two fingers in my pussy and one in my wet asshole and pumped me as he licked at my engorged clit. I started screaming, waves of pleasure coursing through my body and down my thighs. I came hard, drenching him.
"Ungh," he moaned. "Come here, lick it off my face." He kneeled up, I kneeled up and started licking my juicy cum off of his face.
He started kissing me, his hands gliding over every part of my body.
"Now, stroke it," he commanded.
I wrapped my smooth hand around his hard cock and started stroking it.
"Suck it."
I laid down, leveraging myself on my arm and started sucking it. He started grunting and groaning.
"You've got a great little slut mouth, Lila."
He started thrusting, gagging me, making me salivate on myself. It dripped down to my tits.
"You messy, filthy girl. I'm gonna fuck that hot pussy. Would you like that?"
"Mhm!" I moaned on his cock.
He pulled his dick out of my mouth and made me get on all fours. He spanked my ass, making my pussy clench as he drove it in, then pulled my hair hard as he rode me.
He pulled me up so that I was on my knees, and as he impaled me deeply he started smacking my face and squeezing my tits hard. I yelped and he stuck his fingers in my mouth so I could suck on them. Then he tweaked and pinched my nipples and slapped my tits.
"Oh god!" I cried out.
"You gonna cum, baby? Ask permission when I fuck you. And address me as 'Sir.'" He smacked my face again.
"Please, Sir, can I cum?"
"No."
"Please Sir?" I sobbed.
"Not yet, slut."
He started fucking me faster as I teetered on the edge. I started crying because it felt so good and I had to force the orgasm away.
He kept smacking me and squeezing me and fucking me relentlessly. He was pushing me hard, it took all I had not to cum on his dick.
"Please, Sir!" I sobbed. "I wanna cum on your dick so badly!"
"No, slut. I like seeing you struggle like this."
I whimpered and moaned. He pulled my head to the side by my hair and started biting and sucking on my neck.
"Ohhh god!" I shrieked.
"You like this, don't you, slut?"
"Yes, Sir!"
"That cunt feels amazing on my dick."
"Thank you, Sir," I moaned. "I'm glad you like it."
"Mm I love it. I wanna own this pussy," he growled, cupping his hand over my mound.
He started fingering my clit. It was too much. Tears ran down my face as I held myself back.
"Aw, look at you cry. Does it feel that good?" he said as he pinched my clit between his fingers.
"Oh god...Yes! Yes, Sir! It feels amazing!"
"Do you like how I fuck you?"
"Yes, Sir! I love how you're fucking me!"
"Mm I believe you. Cum. Cum for me."
I screamed as I released it, my orgasm ripping through my body as I gushed and squirted all over his pumping cock. I was shaking.
"Oh god!" I whimpered.
"Mm, Lila. I want you to do that again."
He pulled out and flipped me onto my back, then pulled my legs up like Matheson had done, hooking them around his shoulders and making my pussy point up in the air.
He entered me again. "I'm gonna watch you cum all over that pretty face, and then I'm gonna cum all over it too. Would you like that, slut?"
