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Wet and hungry before his gaze I squirm, and betraying me utterly, my cunt is ready for this: something I never dreamed possible even in my darkest fantasies.

Your breath is hot, your voice insistent, torrid beside my ear.

“You ready baby? Ready for his manhood”

That last seems to roll in your mouth as you imbue ith meh meaning, threat.

My eyes are misty, damp with tears of fear, of frustration, of confused arousal as I nod in response. My voice shakes, my words breaking as I surrender in uncertain desperation, to my desire.

“Unnhhhh…yuh-yuh-yess…”

I gasp.

His cock nudges at the moist niche of my slot. It eases into me, my legs straining wider to allow him deeper, to allow his broad hips and thighs further between my thighs, offering myself, thrusting towards him.

I cry out as, with a thrust, a single rapid press of his loins he enters me fully. Fear tightens me against his entry and I feel it all the more as he drives himself deep into me with a groan, forcing his shaft past the feebly restricting resistance of my clasping cunt walls.

“Oh yeah…” He groans again as he eases himself, slowly, out of me again until only the head of his penis nestles in the mouth of my womanhood. “So tight…”

My moan is softer, le mle more than a whimper. I take his erection deeper again as he deflowers me, filling me with flesh, with real, blood heated, male cock.

His hands grasp my wrists dragging them above my head to pin them, immobile, secured by the iron strength of his grasp as he thrusts deeper into my body.

Again my heart flutters with fear, but despite myself I feel my hips rising towards him, my back arching to answer his thrusts.

‘Oh God…’ I pray. ‘Oh God no…’

‘Oh God no…’ That part of my mind cries out again but it is swept away by the welter of emotions, of needs that flow over and through me.

Appalled by my reaction, by the ease with which I have been manipulated, made to respond, I sob as he pleasures me. My desperation, my horror tightens, intensifies my response.

Huge; his shoulders, his arms, chest, abdomen, he sinks down onto me crushing me, helpless and feeble, into the mattress that receives my body, my hips, my scorching buttocks as he drives himself relentlessly into me. His weight is so much greater than yours, his body so much more massive. His chest, his stomach are covered by a dusting of soft hairs that itch against my breasts, my nipples, my belly. His face descends to mine, the bristles on his face rasping on my face as his tongue forces its way imperious and
demanding into my mouth.

‘Oh God…no…’ My heart almost seizes in panic as he penetrates me twicet tht the building rhythm of his cock, hard, thrusting deep inside my intimate passage possesses me.

And your voice; seductive, cruelly demanding next to my ear keeps me anchored.

“Can you feel him baby? Deep inside you as he fucks you? Can you feel his cock inside you? Yes?”

“Mmmm…ahhh…” I gasp as he pounds down into me, his body crushing mine, rendering me weak, overwrought, utterly trapped, taken, overwhelmed.

“Can you feel him baby?” Your question is remorseleIt pIt prevents me from slipping away, losing myself in catatonia. “You like Glas fucking you? His cock in your cunt? Thrusting into you? Riding you like a whore? Yes? You like that Rain?”

“Ahhhh…” I cry. “Ahhhh…Ahh…yuh-yes I feel him…Oh God…oh please no…please no…I…I’m going to…I’m going to come…no oh please mistress no…!

I plead, desperate now to avoid this; this final shame; this utter betrayal of my body. But he continues. Driving his manhood, his maleness deeper, harder, fucking me. Your voice continues, breathless, heated, cruel in the shell of my ear.

“Come then Rain, come now…take him in…take his seed into you…”

He shouts out, grunting, a groan of release, close to me but so far. I am hardly aware as he begins to come. My consciousness splits between the hypnotic rasp of your voice as it drives me and the raging inferno of need that builds from being forced, against my will, compelled to submit to this…this pleasuring, to a crescendo coiling and twisting from deep inside, threatening to explode, a bursting blast of orgasm.

Deep within me, in the depths of my core, I feel a splash of liquid fire burst from him seeming to spray the walls of my womb with his essence. The sensation is distant and remote yet immediate and pressing all at once. Even as it shocks, appals me, it triggers my own crisis. My inner walls tighten, rippling, clamping on the shaft of his manhood, constricting on him, milking his seed from him.

My head thrashes wildly, my body bucking uselessly beneath his bulk as I scream out in dismay and ecstasy.

My mind goes blank.