True Sex Stories: Il Y A Deux Jours

Wantonly, helplessly, she came and kept coming two days ago, coming from my brutal defilement, from the way my cock kept spurting hot sticky sperm into the helpless cunts three that I own. Her mouth, her pussy, her ass.

"U slit my throat", she texted as though still amazed.

It's been only two days since that cool, overcast day. That intense, orgasmic, traumatic - for her - day when I fucked her last, made her beg and whimper, had stripped her, whipped her, and reduced her, as I have so many other times, to sodden, satiated, and fucked out cumholes.

She lies in the tanning bed, a hand prodding at her ribs, bruised and sore. Her fingers diving between her slick thighs, savagely abusing my property, her slutty clit, as she recalls it all; recalls licking my shoe, recalls the feel of the belt over her back, her tits, her cunt, legs, and ass. She recalls how my angry, engorged cock thrust deeper, harder, faster into her sopping cunt over and over again. She recalls crying out, trying to lift her hips beneath my weight and bulk as I pounded her into the floor, of being battered down by my violent thrusting - opened, penetrated, fucked, and overwhelmed - just as she loves it.

She recalls me dragging the straight razor along her throat as I threatened to cut her nipples and clit, my cock twitching in response to her cunt's sweet drenching clench as she begged me not to. She cums in the tanning bed and wants more, but knows she doesn't have permission to take another.

I smile as I recall how she went limp as one of her wracking orgasms exploded within her, leaving her spent and as limp as soggy seaweed washed up after a violent storm.

I love the games I play with her, humiliating her, beating her, reducing her to want and need and deviant desire. Having her kneeling before me as she begs for my cock, as she reaches for it with tenative hands and pleading eyes, wondering if I am going to deny her or temporarily sate her. I love watching her face transform as my cock swells before her, within her, within her soft lips and wet mouth, all thick and heavy, brimming with life to feed her. She gets wetter as she smells it, smells the rich male scent of my cock, hypnotized by it's richness, the colors, the sheen of it; the sense of aliveness, the desires.

Then she tastes it. She whimpers and murmurs as she sucks.

Wantonly, helplessly, she came and kept coming two days ago, coming from my brutal defilement, from the way my cock kept spurting hot sticky sperm into the helpless cunts three that I own. Her mouth, her pussy, her ass.

I see her on the worn hotel floor, the smell of carpet and sweat and lotion and sex mingling together as the air conditioner hummed in the background to our hot, sultry fucking. Our final floor orgasms so intense as her awareness drained down to a single point - her cunt, that sweet, magical cunt that I make I her scrawl "For use and abuse" above before allowing her to orgasm sometimes at her work.

I pin her to the floor, stretch her wrists over her head, and slither up her small body to fuck her mouth. I fuck it hard, using her lovely face, grinding into her lips as I fuck and pump cum into that ravenous mouth. She gags, but keeps sucking, taking it, knowing punishment awaits if she can't. I reward her with a pulsing, spurting load of hot, salty-sweet cum. She nurses me clean and I rise up over her, recovering my breath and watching her.

She pants helplessly, her breath so hoarse she can barely speak. Her skin chilling as fuck sweat cools over her body as she recovers and tries to put together coherent thoughts.

Two days ago that was, and then there is tomorrow...

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