This story contains scenes of forced sex — if you’re not comfortable reading about that, well…don’t read it. Seriously. Okay?
Anna Miller was a demure, soft-spoken 32-year-old church secretary at Our Lady of the Snows — 5’6″, brunette, with ample breasts and all the right curves around her waist, hips, and ass. She had notably pretty green eyes and her lips formed a small, cupid’s bow mouth, not unlike that of the famous film star, Elizabeth Taylor. Divorced and childless, she lived alone in a nice, upscale condo.
She was quite surprised, when she answered a Saturday afternoon knock at her door, to find Nick Baxter standing there. Nick was an 18-year-old well known bad boy who, when he did come to church, usually ended up causing trouble. It wasn’t that long ago that she’d caught him in one of the storage rooms at the church, making out with a girl he had half undressed. Nick was wearing his usual “uniform” — a white, button down collar shirt, blue jeans, and black athletic shoes — the only thing missing, because the day was an unusually warm one for this time of year, was his black cashmere overcoat. Nick was 5’11”, about 170 pounds, with broad shoulders and lean hips. His bright blue eyes and wide grin belied his mostly evil nature. She thought of the incongruity between Nick’s undeniably attractive face and his consistently bad behavior. Woe to whatever poor young girl fell under his spell.
Still, Miss Miller determined to be polite and gracious. “Hello, Nick. What can I do for you?”
A mischievous grin creased Nick’s face as he replied, “Hello, Miss M. Actually, I wanted to talk to you about what you did for Timmy Johnson last week.”
Anna recoiled in shock. She knew instantly what he was talking about. Timmy Johnson was a nice young man, 20, who had suffered a horrible accident that left him partially handicapped and badly disfigured. Anna sometimes served as his babysitter when his mother would drop him off at the church — his handicaps made him in need of constant care, and Anna didn’t mind helping out. The previous week she’d done something she now realized was a bad mistake — but at the time she’d genuinely thought it to be no more than a kind act of mercy. Thinking about the fact that Timmy would likely never have a romantic relationship in his life, she’d decided to give him a gift of affection. When they were alone in the church, she’d removed her blouse and bra and let Timmy get a good look at her voluptuous breasts. After a minute or two, she’d undone his pants and taken out his cock, which was already rock hard. Lovingly, she’d jerked him off with one hand, letting his cum spew into the palm of her other hand. At the end, she’d even gently taken the head of his cock in her mouth to lick off the last drops of cum.
She’d made Timmy solemnly promise never to tell anyone what she’d done for him, but Timmy apparently hadn’t kept his mouth shut. Even worse, of all people, he’d blabbed her secret to Nick Baxter.
Well, she was just going to have to nip this little problem in the bud. She spoke sternly to Nick — “That’s none of your business. Goodbye, Nick.” She started to close the door, but Nick interrupted by saying, “Well, Miss Miller, if I can’t talk about it with you, then I guess I’ll just have to go talk about it with the leaders of the church.”
Anna was stunned, unsure what to do. How had she gotten herself into this mess? — Well, she knew how, but she’d never imagined this happening. Nick appeared to wait patiently for a response from her as she hesitated at the half-open door. Finally, her voice much softer than before, she mumbled, “Very well. Come in then and you can talk to me.”
A broader smile spread across Nick’s face as he stepped across her threshold. His voice was nearly dripping with sarcasm when he said, “Gosh, thanks, Miss M — you’re always so nice to me.”
Anna led him into her living room, took a seat at one end of the sofa and motioned for Nick to sit down — at the other end. He complied, taking a seat and leaning back into the sofa cushions, one arm laid across the back of the sofa.
She wasn’t exactly sure how she was going to get rid of this problem, but she thought it best to take immediate control of the conversation. Perhaps she could make this encounter short, if not sweet, and get this teenage thug out of her home. First, she decided to try playing dumb — “So, what is it you wanted to talk to me about?” Maybe Timmy hadn’t told Nick everything, maybe he’d just made some general statement.
That possibility was instantly dashed when Nick coolly replied, “Oh, I just wanted to talk to you about you showing off your tits to Timmy and jerking him off. Let me tell you, Miss M, you sure made Timmy one happy guy.” Anna couldn’t prevent a red blush of embarrassment from quickly spreading over her cheeks. “He just couldn’t stop talking about it.” Nick leaned forward a bit and lowered his voice, as if speaking conspiratorially, “But, hey, don’t worry — I made sure Timmy understands that he shouldn’t go blabbing that kind of information to anyone else. It’ll just be our little secret — yours, mine, and Timmy’s. Personally, I think what you did for Timmy is admirable.”
Fumbling for words, Miss Miller finally stammered, “Well, thank you for that.” Collecting herself, she stood up and said, “Look, I was just trying to show some kindness to a handicapped individual. Surely you can understand that. So, if that’s all, I’d appreciate you being on your way now — I have some work to do.”
But Nick didn’t budge from his seat on the sofa. “No, that’s not all, Miss M. I mean, here’s the thing — after hearing the way Timmy described your tits, well, I’m kinda dying to see them for myself.”
Although she feared she was losing control of the situation, Anna stood ramrod straight and firmly declared, “Well, that’s not going to happen, Nick. Now please leave.”
Nick still made no move to stand. Instead, he drawled, “Well, I wouldn’t want you to do anything you don’t want to do, Miss Miller.” But Anna barely had time to feel a shudder of blessed relief — thank God, this problem is taken care of and going away — before Nick dropped his voice to a slightly lower tone and said, “So, you just tell me what you want, Miss M — Do you want to show me your tits…or do you want me to go talk to the people at church about you and Timmy?”
Anna stood completely still as she felt panic and the feeling of being trapped building inside her. Her heart started beating so rapidly that, for a moment, she thought she might pass out. What could she do? Was there any way out of this boy’s blackmail? — None came to mind. The whole while, Nick appeared to wait patiently for her response. Finally, she thought to herself, all right, if this is what I have to do to get out of this nightmare, I can stand it. After all, Nick wasn’t going to touch her — just look. Blushing with embarrassment, she rolled her eyes and mumbled with obvious disgust, “All right — you can see my breasts,” — she added quickly, trying to regain some control of the situation, “But that’s all — that’s all I showed Timmy and that’s all I’m showing you.” She was wearing a simple, powder blue, knee length dress that buttoned down the front. She started to undo the top buttons, but Nick’s voice stopped her. He said, “Just a second, Miss M — just so there’s no understanding about me, like, somehow forcing you to do something against your will, I want to hear you tell me what you want to do — show me your tits or have me go talk to the people at church.”
God, this was so humiliating, but Anna steeled herself to get through it, telling herself that it should be all over in a couple of minutes and then she’d be safe again. She barely managed to get the words out, “I want to show you my breasts.”
Nick smiled broadly and said, “Well, please do then, Miss Miller — I’d love to see them.”
Miss Miller undid the top few buttons of her dress and shrugged it down off her shoulders a bit. Simultaneously disgusted and humiliated, she said, “There — are you satisfied now?”
Nick replied, “Oh, come on, Miss M — you said you wanted to show me your tits, not your bra.”
Anna gave a heavy, contemptuous sigh. “Very well.” She undid her front-clasp bra and let the sides of it fall away as her full, 36-C breasts tumbled out into the open. After just a few seconds, she said, “There — you got what you wanted. Now get out of my home.” She started to refasten her bra, but was interrupted by a small laugh from Nick.
He said, “Hold on, Miss M — Timmy told me he got to eyeball those pretty nipples of yours for a good three or four minutes. So why don’t you sit back down here on the sofa and just let me get a good look.”
Defeated, Miss Miller dropped her hands down to her sides, allowing her breasts to remain exposed as she very slowly reseated herself on the sofa. She was just praying that this would end soon. She blushed more intensely as Nick unabashedly stared at her breasts and remarked, “You sure have some nice, plump tits, Miss M.” It was all she could do to force herself to sit still and resist the urge to cover herself up.
After what seemed like an eternity, but in reality was only a couple of minutes, she spoke up, trying to summon strength into her voice. “All right, I’ve done what you wanted — you’ve gotten your cheap thrill — now please leave.”
Nick again made no move to rise from the sofa. Instead, he said to her, “Well, you know, I’d like to, Miss M, but honestly, looking at your big, ripe tits has gotten me kind of — well, stimulated.”
Anna instantly and sharply replied, “No — I’m not going to jerk you off, you little bastard. Forget it. Just go.”
She was put on another rollercoaster ride of momentary relief followed by shattering dismay when Nick said, “Oh no, Miss Miller, I wouldn’t want you to jerk me off like you did Timmy.” He paused just a second or two — just long enough to make her think she was going to escape any further humiliation — before adding, “It takes a little more to get me off than it does Timmy.” Before Anna could even begin to react, he pushed her further into the nightmare by slowly posing another question, this one with a slightly different spin — “But, again, I don’t want you doing anything you don’t really want to do…So, what do you want me to do, Miss M — Do you want me to let you suck my cock, or do you want me to go talk to the people at church and get your cute little ass fired?”
She certainly would be fired, there was no doubt about that. Not to mention, she’d probably have to move out of town just from sheer embarrassment. She was angry at her kind heart for getting her into this mess. Now, how to get out of it?
It infuriated her, the way Nick waited ever so patiently for her response. She tried to summon some resolve when she finally spoke. “All right — I’ll suck your cock, IF you swear that you’ll never tell anybody about this.”
Nick nodded and agreeably said, “Sure, Miss M — I promise not to tell anyone — it’ll be our little secret.” He shifted slightly, so that he was sitting with his back against the back, rather than the side end, of the sofa. He leaned back, placing his feet about shoulder width apart. “Oh, just one more thing, Miss M — again, I want to hear you tell me what it is you want first.”
Disgusted, but without any choice, she managed to mumble an answer to his previous question, “I want you to let me suck your cock.” After a moment’s hesitation, she rose from the sofa, then moved over and knelt down between Nick’s knees. She didn’t make any attempt to cover her breasts — her only thought was to get this over with as quickly as possible, and she figured that leaving herself exposed would be likely to make Nick cum faster.
Nick just sat quietly as she reached out and undid the front of his jeans and pulled his already hard cock through the opening in his boxer shorts. For a moment, she wasn’t sure if she could force herself to do this, but there was no escaping the fact that she really had no choice. She felt odd having the thought that she knew she was good at performing oral sex, so she was confident that she could at least get this over with quickly. She kept repeating in her mind, just make it end, just make it end. That’s all she was thinking about as she firmly grasped Nick’s engorged cock in her right hand and slowly bent her head down and guided it into her mouth. It was, of course, both hot and hard as she tasted his pre-cum on her tongue.
Miss Miller began expertly using her hand and her mouth, intent on ending this degrading act as quickly as possible. After about half a minute or so, she heard Nick’s voice above her say, “Mmm…Damn, Miss Miller, you sure know how to suck cock good.” He reached a hand down and took hold of a fistful of her hair, but he didn’t force her head down any further, just held her hair tightly, giving it an occasional pull, which, much to her embarrassment, Miss Miller was conscious of enjoying. She told herself it was simple biology, that her body was only responding because she was, indeed, in a sexual situation. Even as that thought washed through her head, she sucked more deeply and intensely on Nick’s cock, but it refused to cum for her and end this nightmare.
Finally, after a couple of minutes, Nick pulled her head up, free of his cock, although she retained it held firmly in her right hand. Was it possible he wasn’t going to make her suffer through swallowing his cum, that her nightmare was about to be mercifully over? She was taken by surprise when Nick leaned down and kissed her mouth softly — taken too much by surprise to stop herself from reflexively responding by pressing her lips back against his.
Still holding her by her hair, Nick intoned, “Wow, that felt really good, Miss M. You are one awesome little cocksucking whore.” The word “whore” stung her, but then she thought, ruefully, that she no doubt did at least look like a whore, kneeling on the floor, with a hard cock in her hand, her dress undone, her breasts freely exposed and pressed against the thighs of Nick’s jeans, and her lips plumped and wet from sucking his cock.
It was her turn to use a voice dripping with sarcasm — “Fine — thank you for the compliment. Now are we done here?”
Nick seemed to mull the question over momentarily, then replied, “Gee, I don’t know, Miss M. Honestly, I’m kind of torn. On the one hand, you’ve been really super nice and all, letting me get a look at your lovely tits, not to mention sucking my cock so good…but, I don’t know, on the other hand I feel like maybe I should do the right thing and go tell the people at the church about you.”
Anna shot back, “Wait — no! We had a deal – you promised you wouldn’t tell anyone!”
But Nick was ready for her. “Well, yeah, Miss Miller, I did promise not to tell anyone about you sucking my cock — and I won’t, honest — but I didn’t promise not to tell anyone about what you did with Timmy.”
She thought back over their conversation and quickly realized that he had successfully tricked her. “You bastard.”
Nick laughed softly and admitted, “I’d like to disagree with you, Miss M, but in all honesty I’ve got to admit I am kind of a sonofabitch sometimes.” With no warning, he pulled her head up by her hair and slapped her across the mouth. Grinning, he said, “See what I mean?”
The slap wasn’t that painful, but it nonetheless left Anna reeling in shock.
Nick said, “So, if you’ll be kind enough to let go of my cock there-” — she hadn’t realized she was still holding onto it tightly — “-I think I should do the right thing and go talk to the people at church.
Her mind was spinning a thousand miles a second, searching for some way out, but nothing seemed to appear. There was simply no apparent escape from this hell she’d gotten herself into. Finally, she stammered, “Wait!…Wait…What if…,” — she could barely force the words out of her mouth — Her voice was barely audible as she, resignedly, said, “What if I let you have sex with me? Then would you promise to never tell anyone anything — not about this, not about Timmy, not about anything?”
Nick waited for a moment, as if thinking over her offer, then finally said, “I think I could take that deal.”
Miss Miller spoke firmly. “Let me hear you say it. Promise me.”
Nick dutifully replied, raising his right hand as if taking an oath, “I hereby solemnly promise that I will never tell a soul about what you did with Timmy or about anything today with me. Fair enough?”
Miss Miller nodded. “All right then.” But she made no move from her position kneeling on the floor. She had made an agreement, but had no eagerness to follow through with it.
Nick looked down at her and said, “And now I want to hear you say it. Tell me what you want me to do, Miss Miller.”
She knew the game by now. There was nothing she could do but play along. “I want you to have sex with me.”
“You want me to fuck you, Miss M, is that what you want?”
Defeated and humiliated again, she assented, “I want you to fuck me.”
As she led him to her bedroom, she didn’t bother to make any move to pull her dress back up. What was the point? Again, she told herself that she would just have to grit her teeth and get through this nightmare as best she could.
Standing beside her bed, she turned to face Nick and pointed a finger at him. “First, let’s get some ground rules straight.”
She saw stars, and her knees momentarily buckled from the hard, stinging slap Nick gave her across her left cheek. His voice was nearly a growl as he barked at her, “There aren’t any ground rules, Miss M. You’re gonna spread your legs and let me fuck you, period.”
In shock, rubbing the side of her face, Miss Miller couldn’t manage any reply.
Nick ordered her, “Now strip naked and get your ass up on that bed.”
Still in shock from his blow, Anna mindlessly shrugged her dress all the way off, removed her cotton panties, and climbed up on the bed. She was on her hands and knees. She looked back over her shoulder and emotionlessly asked Nick, “How…how do you want me?”
“For now, lie down on your back.”
She obeyed, trying not to think about what would come next. Nick sat on the edge of the bed and almost immediately reached down and gently squeezed and massaged her right breast. She lay still, unable to move, like a deer caught in headlights. Nick smiled and told her, “I gotta tell you, ever since you popped these big, plump tits of yours out, I’ve been dying to feel them…and they feel even better than I thought they would.”
To Miss Miller’s surprise, Nick wasn’t making a hard, rapid assault on her body. Instead, he seemed content to spend several minutes alternately rubbing and squeezing her breasts. She gasped when he suddenly pinched her nipples — which, much to her shame, instantly stood erect in response — and gasped again when his warm mouth enfolded first one breast, then the other, licking his tongue up across her nipples. She could barely manage any thoughts at all — she felt as if she were just falling endlessly down a dark hole — but she couldn’t help noticing that her body was instinctively responding to the prolonged probing of Nick’s mouth and hands on her breasts. She willed herself to make it stop, but was conscious of feeling herself getting wet between her legs. She closed her eyes in shame.
Nick continued stimulating her breasts and nipples, she didn’t know how long. She couldn’t think — the whole thing felt surreal and made her feel dizzy. Occasionally, Nick leaned down and kissed her. She kept her eyes tightly closed the whole time, but like before, she couldn’t quite seem to stop her lips from responding to Nick’s kisses in kind each time, and at one point she even parted her lips and grazed Nick’s lips with her tongue. When he pressed his own tongue back between her lips, she simply opened them and let him in. She felt lost and sad, but there was nothing she could do.
She heard Nick’s voice above her. “All right, turn over on your stomach — and put a pillow up under your hips — I want to see that pretty little ass of yours sticking up in the air.” Like a robot, she mindlessly obeyed, slowly rolling over in the bed and pulling one of the pillows down under her hips, as ordered.
She still kept her eyes closed, but she could hear Nick removing his clothes, and as she did, a shudder of fear ran through her. Again, her mind sought fruitlessly for some avenue of escape, but there simply wasn’t any.
Nick was stroking her hair as he spoke again. “You know, Miss M, at this point I think it’s best if we just be totally honest here.” What in the world was he about to say? “I mean, I know that you said you want me to fuck you — but let’s be honest, you’re only doing this because you kinda have to in order to keep your job. So what I want you to do now — ” — he gave her right ass cheek a playful slap — “is just say honestly that you’re going to spread your legs and let me fuck you because you have no choice.”
Miss Miller couldn’t find the strength to do anything but comply, so she dully intoned, “I’m going to spread my legs for you and let you fuck me — because I don’t have any choice.” And even as she spoke the words, she unconsciously did open her legs wide apart. It was as if she simply had no more will left to resist.
She felt Nick climb up onto the bed behind her. His hands pressed her thighs a little wider apart. She softly cried, “You’re going to do it to me now, aren’t you? You’re going to rape me.”
Nick’s only reply was to slide his right hand up underneath her belly, then slowly drag his palm back down across her pussy. She didn’t flinch when it sent electric sparks through her as it grazed over her clit, but she couldn’t suppress a sharp intake of breath. And looking back over her shoulder, she couldn’t help but notice a smile on Nick’s face — yes, he had noticed.
Nick’s fingers were gently massaging her labia. Every ounce of her mental energy was focused on trying not to respond to his touch, but Nick let her know that she was failing badly at that when he said, “Damn, Miss Miller, you must not be totally against me fucking you, ’cause your pussy’s already wet, isn’t it?”
When she didn’t reply, he smacked her ass sharply with his other hand and growled, “Come on, Miss Miller, continuing with the spirit of honesty and confession here, admit it – I want to hear you tell me your pussy’s wet for my cock.” Thoroughly humiliated and ashamed of herself once again, she quietly spoke, “My pussy’s wet for your cock.”
Immediately, Nick moved his body up behind her between her legs and pressed the head of his cock against her sloppy wet slit. It slid up inside her easily. Nick made a couple of slow in and out strokes, probing a bit deeper each time, before finally shoving his cock all the way up in her pussy. It felt big and hard and hot, and Miss Miller couldn’t help but respond with a muffled grunt, “Unnh.”
Nick began slowly fucking her, pulling his cock almost out of her and then sliding it all the way back in. Once every few times back and forth, he’d roughly shove his cock up in her all the way to the hilt. He only very gradually picked up the pace, moving back and forth in her pussy a little faster. But as he slowly increased the speed and intensity that he was fucking her with, she began to feel her body betray her as she felt the heat start building up between her legs. The way he was fucking her, with every back and forth stroke her clit grazed back and forth across the pillow under her hips, and the stimulation was inescapable. She tried once to press herself down away from the assault on her pussy, but Nick’s rough hands firmly grasped her hips and pulled her all the way back onto his hard cock.
Continuing to piston his cock in and out of her pussy, Nick reached down, grabbed a handful of her shoulder-length hair, and pulled her head back. Leaning over her, he said, “I want to make sure you understand this isn’t just a onetime thing, Miss Miller. No, you’re gonna be my whore from now on. You’re gonna let me fuck you anytime I want.” He shoved her face back down on the pillow. She protested, “No! You can’t!”, but he replied, “Yeah, I can, Miss M – because if you don’t spread your legs and let me put my cock in you anytime I want, I’ll go talk to the people at church and get your ass fired.” He paused, then slapped her ass hard, and said, “So, Miss Miller, are you going to be a good little whore and let me fuck you anytime I want?”
Defeated — What could she do? — she mumbled into her pillow a forlorn, “Yes.”
Nick slapped her ass again, harder, and said, “Not good enough, Miss M. I want to hear you say it. Tell me you’re a whore and I can fuck you anytime I want.”
She hated him making her say all these horrid things, but again, what choice did she have? Tears began to fill her eyes as she moaned, “All right…I’m a whore, and you can fuck me anytime you want.”
Nick smiled, “That’s better, Miss M — thanks.” He began fucking her more intensely, going extra deep inside her. “You know, seeing as how you’ve got my cock in you, it feels kinda funny calling you Miss Miller. I think we should be on a first name basis. Or maybe I could just call you by a nickname — How does ‘Missy’ sound? Can I call you Missy?”
Miss Miller was too busy trying to ignore all the sensations making her clit and pussy throb to argue about anything. “Yes, you can call me Missy.”
Nick pulled her hips up off the pillow, so that she was up on her knees, although her face was still pressed down into a pillow. “All right, Missy, well why don’t you start fucking yourself on my cock.” He pulled her hips back and forth to get her started. She knew what he wanted her to do, so she obediently began rocking herself back and forth, fucking the huge pole shoved up inside her. Nick said, “That’s a good girl, Missy — fuck that cock.” Strangely, she found that she somehow liked the sound of her new nickname. She tried to maintain a slow pace in order to minimize all the stimulation she was getting from being fucked, but it was no use — if she slowed down too much, Nick would smack her ass or push and pull her hips back and forth faster.
After a couple of minutes, Nick took back control of the fucking. He was fucking her hard and deep, ramming himself up inside her. His cock felt like it was growing bigger and harder in her pussy. She kept trying to ignore the increasing sexual arousal she was feeling, but it was no use. She heard herself moan softly and then was shocked to hear an, “Oh, God…”, escape her lips.
Before she could try to regain control of herself, Nick leaned his body down on top of her, pressing her full length down across the bed, but with his hips continuing to thrust his cock into her. He spoke into her ear, “From the way your pussy’s squeezing my cock, I think you like getting fucked, Missy.” She realized immediately, to her shame, that it was true. Her pussy had instinctively begun to start milking at the hard cock inside it. She forced herself to stop instantly, but Nick growled at her, “No — go ahead — keep on sucking on my cock with your pussy. Do it.” So she did. All she had to do was start and then her pussy took over, rhythmically squeezing, relaxing, and then squeezing again around that big, hard cock inside her.
Pleased with her response, Nick said, “You’re a good little whore, Missy.” Oh, God, how was it possible that hearing that made her even wetter and hotter between her legs? She didn’t think she could possibly feel any more ashamed of herself. But when she heard Nick say, “I want to hear you tell me to fuck you — say it,” she did feel even more ashamed when she voluntarily arched her hips upward, making herself more open to his assault on her pussy, and obediently moaned, “Fuck me.” And after just a short pause, added, “I want you to fuck me.” In response, Nick increased the intensity of his thrusts up inside her — God, it felt like his cock was all the way up in her stomach. She was now purposely grinding her clit against the pillow under her hips. She felt an orgasm building up inside her, but she didn’t bother to do anything to stop it. She was lost and she knew it. She opened her mouth again and turned her head to look back up at Nick. “Fuck me.” She repeated — “Fuck me.” She couldn’t resist making her pussy wetter by saying the dirty words. She was reveling in the feel of a big, hard cock inside her, willingly fucking herself on it, and after a few moments, she moaned loudly, “Ohhhh, God damn, you’re gonna make me cum on that big dick.” Nick egged her on — “Go ahead, Missy, come on that big cock in your pussy.” As the heat between her legs began to build up and explode, her voice got louder — “Fuck me…fuck me…fuck me…Oh, God, fuck it — fuck my pussy!” A white hot orgasm shot all the way through her and she spasmed and shuddered beneath Nick. As her orgasm slowly subsided, she pressed herself all the way down on his cock and hissed, “Oh, God, your cock feels so good.” Totally surrendering at last, she spoke — angrily, but the anger was mostly directed at herself for letting this boy turn her into a shameless slut — “Oh, fuck me — I can’t help loving feeling that hard cock up in me. Goddamn me, I’m a whore…I’m a whore. I want you to fuck me — I want you to keep fucking my pussy — I want you to use me like a whore.” She was happy when Nick pulled her head back by her hair again, thinking to herself, “Yes, use me — hurt me – do anything you want to me.”
As Nick began fucking her harder and faster again, her pussy throbbed around his cock and continued to milk it. For a few minutes, Missy couldn’t manage anything but moans of unbridled pleasure as he plunged deep inside her. Suddenly, alarm bells out of nowhere rang in her head as she recalled that — since she hadn’t been in a relationship in a long time — she wasn’t using any form of birth control. How in hell had she not had that thought before? — She silently answered herself, “I think I was too busy getting raped.” But when she opened her mouth to protest, she was shocked to hear herself instead purr, “You want to put one in me? Huh? You want to put one in me and make my belly get big?” As she felt Nick ramming his cock harder into her, she coaxed him on, “Come on — give it to me — give me your cum. I want you to shoot all your cum in my pussy, you big-dicked bastard. I want you to fill me up — fuck me and put cum in me.” As she spoke, she consciously squeezed his cock more tightly with her pussy.
She luxuriated in the feel of Nick’s cock pumping in and out of her. She could tell he was getting close as he gripped her hips more tightly — in response, she just moved her ass back against him, letting him thrust deeper inside her. Nick growled at her, “You’re such a fucking whore, Missy.” Her reply was a hissed, “Yes, Missy’s a whore…come on, fuck your whore’s pussy. Missy’s a whore who needs cum.” His cock exploded inside her, pumping load after load of cum into her pussy. She loved feeling his hot cum shooting inside her, and she used her pussy to milk every last drop from his cock. Her words were like a drunken slur as she said, “Mmm, cum…there’s cum in me…Missy loves cum in her pussy,” giving Nick’s cock one last, gentle squeeze.
After a few moments of lying there, enjoying the feel of Nick’s body lying on top of her, she slowly began to come to her senses and realize the full horror of what she’d done and her situation. She turned over underneath Nick and looked up at him, and in a tone of shock and surprise, stated the obvious. “Oh God, you’re just going to keep using me like a whore, aren’t you?” She was trying to mentally pull back from her recent urging him on, begging him to fuck her pussy and give her his cum, but the effort was somewhat thwarted by the feel of her hardened nipples pressing up against his chest.
Nick smiled and replied, “Yeah, Missy, I am going to keep using you like a whore. And you’re going to keep letting me use you like a whore.”
She realized again that there was no escape, no choice. Crestfallen, she admitted, “You know there’s nothing I can do, you sick little fuck. I don’t have any choice.”
Nick laughed, “Oh, I’m a sick little fuck now? This, coming from the same little slut that just begged me to fill up her pussy with cum?”
She blushed beet red. “I…I couldn’t help it — that was just a biological response of my body.”
“Oh, maybe your pussy making itself soaking wet for my cock was just a biological response, but I don’t think you begging me to fuck you was a biological response. Come on — just be honest and admit you liked having my cock in you.”
Missy blushed again, but admitted, “All right, damn you — I liked having your cock in me.”
Nick smiled and brushed her hair back from her face. “That’s better. That’s my good little whore, Missy.”
Again, she couldn’t fathom why hearing her new nickname somehow felt so pleasurable to hear. She asked, “So, how long do you plan use me like a whore?”
Nick replied, “I don’t know, Missy — your pussy feels awfully good. I can’t imagine I’ll get tired of fucking it anytime soon.” He added, “Now why don’t you put my cock in your mouth and lick your pussy juices off it? Your mouth feels really good wrapped around my cock, too.”
Without a word of protest, Missy got up on her knees and dutifully knelt down to take Nick’s cock in her mouth. She thought to herself, “I think I’m going to be doing this a lot…now that I’m a Godforsaken whore.” Nick had reached up under her and cupped one of her breasts in the palm of his hand. She willingly leaned into it.