This story fits into a few categories. I chose first time, but it’s not romantic in the slightest. It’s coarse and rude, and downright filthy. It’s also May-December, a touch of non-consent/reluctance, and something surprising at the end. Once you get there, the last category reveal might offend you but I really don’t give a fuck. If you’ve come to this website just to be offended by the content, then you deserve everything you get.
Now, I’m horny as fuck from writing this one, so I’m going to go get myself off.
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He knew she’d be late. He knew she’d be nervous and possibly trying to talk herself out of it altogether. In the end, he knew she’d show up. He’d seen it in her eyes when he’d handed her the card with the room number written on the back. He knew that look. It was lust, desire, desperation, all rolled into one.
That she was a virgin didn’t change what he knew.
She’d come. Oh, she’d come.
He got to the room first, of course, and paced around, checking it out. It was a nice suite, in the nicest hotel in the city, known for hosting politicians, foreign dignitaries, and celebrities. The entire staff was practiced in the art of minding their own damn business, so he had no concerns about being seen or reported.
Not that they were doing anything so very wrong.
Grinning to himself, he pulled his suit jacket off and slung it over the back of a chair in the sitting room. Then he loosened his tie but didn’t undo it altogether. He kicked his shoes off and wandered over to the bar. There was plenty to choose from, but he went with a classic, pulling out two little bottles of whiskey. He poured them into a glass and took a long swallow before slowing to sips as he continued to pace the room. He stopped by the windows, taking in the view and wondering if anyone could see in.
The door clicked behind him, the lock whirring as someone slid the key card into the slot. Then it opened and his dick went hard when he heard her soft intake of breath.
For a moment, neither of them moved. He downed the rest of his whiskey and turned, smiling when he saw her wide eyes and the way she stood in the open doorway, her hand on the doorknob. She looked as if she’d flee at any moment, her big brown eyes wide like an animal caught in a predator’s sights.
“Close the door, Kate.”
She swallowed but did as he instructed. His dick gave a hearty throb at the way she followed his order. It boded well for the rest of the afternoon.
“Lock it.”
He saw her hand shaking as she lifted it to snap the heavy bar into place over the deadbolt, which she also turned. Locking them into the room with a decisive thunk, she dropped her hand and faced him, her eyes still big and scared.
He walked across the room towards her, stopping a few feet from where she stood. “Take off your backpack.”
She shrugged the thick straps off her slender shoulders, letting it drop to the floor beside her. Her textbooks gave a loud thump, reminding him that she was still in school. God, yes, she was a virginal schoolgirl, never mind that she’d turned eighteen a few months ago. Her mother had held her back from starting as a child and she’d flunked one grade, putting her as a brand new virginal senior in high school now.
His dick really fucking loved that. Maybe it made him depraved and evil, but he and his dick didn’t give a shit.
“Take your jacket off.”
She did, her fingers trembling as she unzipped. He clenched his jaw as she revealed her school uniform. White button-down shirt under a body-hugging sweater-vest, and today she wore the plaid skirt, instead of the charcoal pants they were also allowed. She also had on the knee-high socks and black Mary Jane pumps that he wasn’t entirely sure were allowed by the school but must be since she had them on. They didn’t add more than three inches to her overall height, putting her forehead at a level with his mouth, but they did give her a posture that he enjoyed seeing.
As her jacket fell to join her backpack on the floor, he drank in the sight of her. From her long dark hair in its high, tight ponytail all the way down to those innocent shoes. As he stared at her little feet, her slender ankles in those white socks, he took another step closer. His cock twitched in response to the hitch in her breath as he moved.
“Take off the sweater.” He kept his eyes on her feet, thinking that maybe he’d make her leave them on.
At least for the first time.
She tugged the sweater up, pulling it over her head and leaving her with a flush in her pale cheeks.
“Now unbutton your shirt.” He lifted his gaze to her chest, to that perfect set of virginal tits that he was practically salivating over getting his first real glimpse of.
He licked his lips as her shaking fingers plucked one button after another, revealing a sensible bra and a soft, bare stomach.
Jesus, her tits were fucking perfect in that white bra. High, firm, rounding so nicely in the center where they just brushed against each other.
“Take the shirt off.”
She did as he watched her chest, rising and falling so fast now, her breath coming harder and faster. It had only been five minutes and already he knew she was panting for him. For this.
“Now the skirt. Drop it.”
She did, fumbling a bit as the zipper over her ass snagged on the fabric. Then it dropped to the floor along with whatever scraps of her dignity she’d brought with her.
“Fucking hell, Kate.”
Her breath caught as he stepped up into her space, his hands landing on her wide hips. She was all curves, all soft and luscious and blushing all the way down her neck to the swells at the top of her chest. Her thighs rubbed together and he grinned, rubbing his thumbs over her hip bones.
“Don’t fucking move.”
She froze, her eyes still so wide and intent on his face. He met them at last, taking in the helpless, unschooled lust in the wide expanse of her pupils.
“This is your last chance, gorgeous.”
“Wh-what?”
His hands tightened and she lifted on to her toes, her hands coming down on his shoulders. “I’ll let you leave, right now, if you want. I’ll let you take your things and walk out of this room and we never have to talk about it again.”
She bit her bottom lip and he watched the movement. Watched the way she bit down tighter for a millisecond before letting go of that full edge of flesh. He pictured rubbing his cock over that lip and when her tongue slicked over the reddened line, he pictured coming on it.
“I want to stay.”
He didn’t give her a chance to second-guess herself. He let her go and stepped back. “Take off your bra and panties.”
She did, no hesitation in her movements. He groaned out loud at the sight of his naked virgin, revealed before him, all her full, soft, heavy lines begging to be touched, fondled, bit. Her tits, the round weight of them freed from the bra, hung a little lower but her nipples were dark and drawn into tight peaks that he wanted to pinch. Her belly was soft, a little rounded just below her belly button, and there had to be a god above. She was waxed completely bare. It had been his first order, the week before. And she’d been a good girl from that first moment.
When she would have bent to take the socks off, he grabbed her ponytail and yanked her upright. She gasped, her tits shaking with the motion.
“Leave them. And your shoes, they stay on.” Taking hold of her by the back of the neck with his other hand, he turned her towards the big king-sized bed at the far end of the room. It had a fancy velvet lined bench at the foot of it and the second he’d seen it there, he’d known exactly what he wanted.
“Go kneel on the bench and put your hands on the bed.”
She went to take a step, so eager to obey him. He jerked on her ponytail, making her whimper and come to a standstill.
“And don’t fucking move, Kate.”
He let her go, giving her a none-too-gentle shove in the direction of the bed. As he watched her totter away, her stride unsteady, he reached down and stroked himself over the fabric of his pants.
Fuck. Her ass. It was just as ripe and lush as the rest of her. He looked down at the big watch on his wrist and cursed under his breath. He wouldn’t have time to fuck her ass today. That would have to wait.
Lifting his hands, he undid his belt and watched her body shake as the sound of his buckle clinking echoed in the room. He unbuttoned and unzipped, and stepped out of his pants, dropping them over the back of the desk chair near the door. He had no boxers or boxer briefs on. Never did, and certainly hadn’t since the day he first laid eyes on Kate.
Kate. His little virgin, Kate. With her full lips that had haunted his dreams for weeks before he’d hugged her the first time and heard her breathless little moan in his ear. That had been a month ago, and he’d known then that she’d wanted this, probably more desperately than he did.
“Kate, you good, sweet, little girl.”
She moaned again, the sound strangled, as if she’d tried to stop herself.
He chuckled and crossed the room, stroking his bare cock with one hand. With his other hand, he unbuttoned his shirt at the neck, enough that he could tug the whole thing, tie as well, off over his head.
“You’ve done everything I’ve asked of you, haven’t you?”
“Yes, Damon.”
He liked the way she said his name, with such unbridled want and desire. He couldn’t wait to hear her scream it, sob it, beg for more from him.
“Coming here, undressing for me like you just did.” He stopped behind her, drinking in the sight of her bent over as he’d ordered. He grabbed hold of her ass, one full cheek in each hand and spread her apart.
She gasped and started under his hold, clearly shocked by the sudden move.
“And look at this bald fucking pussy.” He bent low, taking a deep breath and moaning deep in his throat at the sweet, musky scent of her virgin arousal. He moved his hands down, using his thumbs to spread her cunt wide, getting a nice look at her wet opening. “You’re fucking soaked, Kate.”
Another strangled moan and he chuckled, running one coarse thumb through the dampness between her lips.
“Maybe I was wrong.” Another stroke, another glorious moan from her mouth. “Maybe you aren’t such a good girl after all.”
“I am, Damon, I swear.”
“No good girl would be showing me their wet fucking cunt like this.”
He straightened and stopped rubbing her with his thumb. She made another noise and he saw her about to turn her head to look at him. Lifting one hand, he brought it down a second later on her ass, the sound shattering the heavy stillness of the room and making her cry out. In shock for certain, maybe in pain, and then he did it again, on the other cheek.
“Damon!”
“Didn’t I tell you not to fucking move, Kate?”
She sobbed and nodded. “Yes, I’m sorry. I’m so sorry.”
He smacked her a few more times, getting her ass nice and pink. Then he smoothed his left palm over her ass as he shoved his right hand up between her thighs. He found her juices coating her upper thighs this time, and her pussy absolutely drenched his fingers when he plunged them into her hole.
“You dirty fucking girl.”
He shoved his fingers in and out of her cunt a few times, letting the sound of her wet folds sucking him in fill the room. Her breath came in harsh gasps, interspersed with moans and sobs. He changed the angle of his hand and flicked her clit, hard, and she squealed, her pussy clenching down on him.
“Oh, Kate. My sweet, little Kate.” He lifted one knee to the bench, outside her bent leg. “You want me to make it better for you?”
“Yes!” She sobbed, her entire body shaking.
She was on the brink of splintering and he dragged it out, stroking her in and out with his thick fingers, teasing her clit with harsh flicks and pinches, then backing off. All the while, he smacked her ass, left cheek, then the right, then the left again. Over and over, while his cock leaked in eager anticipation.
“You want me to make you feel so good, Kate?”
“Yes, please!”
“Beg me, Kate. Beg me like a good little girl.” He withdrew his fingers from her sucking hole and stroked his cock, rubbing her plentiful juices all over the hard length. With his other hand, he smacked her ass, soothed it, then smacked it again.
She was shaking under him, her thighs trembling with the effort to keep her from collapsing. Her hair curled around her neck and ears, sweat making the air swirling around them humid and hot.
“Please, Damon. Please, I’m… I’m begging you.”
“Begging me for what?”
He leaned over her, siding his cock through the generous valley between her ass cheeks. Fuck, she was made for this, made for his cock, his hands, his demands. She was his, now and forever, and he was making her beg him for the privilege.
“Please, please…”
“Please what, Kate?” He smacked her hard, shifting his stance so his cock slid high between her thighs.
She moaned, long and low, her body shuddering as he rubbed his rigid dick between her swollen cunt lips. Her body was practically dragging him inside but he wanted his sweet little virgin to beg for his cock.
“Beg for my dick, Kate. Beg for it, tell me you’ve been gagging for it since the day we first met.” He stroked his cock back and forth between her soaking lips, driving himself half-mad with his own pounding lust. “Tell me you want me to rip you apart, Kate. Beg me for it.”
She did, her voice weak and broken with sobs. Her body shook all over, her ass burned from his spanking, and her pussy an inferno of juices that slicked all over his rod.
“D-Damon, please. I’m begging you, I want your c-cock.” She hung her head, her arms shaking hard, he could see. “I need it, Damon, please. Please r-rip me apart.”
Her stammers, her sobs, her shaking limbs, it was all almost too much. He jerked back and let his dick cool in the air between them, hands on her wide, fuckable ass. He held her open, staring at her tight pucker and the throbbing pink depths below.
As she continued to beg, broken sentences and whimpers filling the room, he took hold of his cock and did exactly what he’d wanted to since the day he’d met her.
She screamed, his name, God’s, a plethora of other pleas as he sluiced through her innocence, claiming her cunt for his own. And what a cunt it was. Tight, hot, so wet, holy fucking shit, so fucking tight.
He let out a bellow at the first full grip of her pussy around his dick. He fell forward on his hands, his chest rubbing against her back. She shook under him, his name falling from her lips like a plea.
“Are you telling me to stop?” He turned his head and bit her neck, beneath her ear.
“It… it hurts.” She sucked in a breath when he humped against her ass once. “Please, I can’t do this anymore.”
“You begged me for this, Kate.” He bit her again, sucking hard and leaving a mark. By the time this was done, he’d have her marked up all over. Bruises on her ass, hips, her nipples would be too tender to touch, her skin would be marked with his mouth and teeth, and she’d never be an innocent little schoolgirl again.
“You begged me to rip you apart.”
“No…” She moaned as he started to pull back. “I didn’t know…”
“That’s the point, my sweet little Kate.” He drew all the way out and growled in triumph when he looked down and saw the stain of her innocence on his cock. “Now you do, and you’ll still beg me for it, again and again.”
As he spoke, he shoved into her again, shoving a fresh sob from her throat. He thrust hard, rooting as deep as he could into her fresh, unused body. Her sobs mingled with moans and his name, over and over. He drank it in, watching the side of her face, tears staining what he could see of her flushed cheek. He humped against her big ass, letting all of his sweaty chest rub against her bare back.
He ignored her pleas to stop. As if he could. He lost the power of speech, even to hiss dirty things in her ear. He put his mouth to her neck, low where it met her shoulder, and fucked his little virgin. Fucked her virginity right out of her. Fucked her into his personal plaything. Fucked her until he was growling and rutting like an absolute beast.
He hadn’t been this untethered in his entire life. He pushed up off the bed and grasped her by the shoulders, shoving her facedown into the bed. She let out a startled cry and her arms flailed as she twisted her head to one side so she could breathe. He glared down at the side of her face, at the loll of her tongue as she moaned and whimpered under his onslaught.
It was perfect, just how he’d imagined fucking his perfect little schoolgirl. From the first day, her curves, all innocent and plump, had called to him. He’d known she’d been bullied in school, never caught anyone’s attention, but oh, how she’d caught his.
He’d hugged her, those plump high tits pressing to his chest. She’d let out a breathless sound against his neck and it had taken everything in him to let her go. But as he’d stepped back, her eyes had been all pupil, staring up at him, and she’d been his from that moment on.
The difference was, now, she knew it.
“You’re mine, Kate.” He didn’t even recognize his own voice. “You’re all fucking mine, do you hear me.”
The eye he could see closed for a brief moment before rolling back to take him in. He wondered what she saw, if it frightened her, and that spurred him on.
He humped harder, his abdomen smacking against the red slopes of her ass, his handprint still glaring up from her pale skin. He shifted back, holding her down with one hand and grabbed her ass on one side. He held her open and watched himself fucking her, watched his angry, hard cock splitting her apart. Ripping her apart, just as she’d begged him to do.
“Look as this fucking cunt.” He grunted as he smacked hard, one, two, three times, baring his teeth in triumph as her whimpers started to turn to desperate moans. “It’s mine too, you hear me?”
“Ungh…”
That might have been agreement or ascent, but he didn’t give a fuck. She was his, now and forever. Cunt, ass, tits, and mouth. Oh fuck, her fucking mouth. He tossed his head back, his mind flooded with a dozen images colliding all at once. His dick sinking into her cunt, ripping apart her ass, his come splattering her face, her tits, coating the inside of her mouth and running down her throat, all after she begged him for it, again and again.
“Mine!” He roared, climax jacking through him like lightning, come flooding out of his dick and filling her perfect, little, no-longer virgin cunt.
He kept pounding into her, dropping down to his hands on the bed again, every inch of her on fire where it came in contact with his own skin.
Gradually, he slowed, grunting and rolling his hips once more, one more time after that, and then he sucked in a deep breath. He eased back onto his knees on the bench and clutched her ass. Bending once, he bit her left ass cheek, leaving another mark there. She cried out at the sting and he smacked her other ass cheek. Then he leaned back and stared as he let his cock slither out of her gaping maw. He grinned as the blood-streaked come leaked out of the hole. He scooped his thumb through it, chuckling when she winced, her whole body shaking from what he’d done. He looked up at her face to find her watching him, her eyes wide, hair sticking to her cheek and forehead from the sweat on her skin. As he met her stunned and lust-addled gaze, he rubbed his thumb over the filthy pucker of her asshole.
She jerked under his hold and let out a protesting sound.
He laughed and continued to rub her hole with his thumb, smearing their mingled juices on another part of her that belonged to him.
“Not yet, my little fucktoy. But soon.”
Bending, he bit her right ass cheek and then stood up.
“You may move now.”
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In all honesty, Kate was scared to move. She wasn’t entirely certain she’d be able to support her own weight on her legs after that.
What was that? It certainly hadn’t been the lovemaking she’d expected after the hundreds of romance novels she’d read over the years. She hurt all over, aching in places she hadn’t even known existed on her body.
As she rolled to one side, she hissed in pain when her ass rubbed against the bench. She managed to push to her feet and stood on unsteady feet, realizing that she did still have her shoes and socks on. She wondered if he didn’t like feet, or maybe liked them too much. She was still staring down at her toes when he walked back to her.
“Here.”
Looking up, she found Damon holding a glass of amber liquid towards her. “I’m only eighteen.”
He barked out a laugh, the sound deep and raspy, his voice hoarse after everything. “I’m well aware of your age, my sweet. Drink it.”
She did, unable to do anything but obey him. The liquid burned as it slid over her tongue and down her throat. He watched her, sipping from his own glass as she swallowed and he licked his lips. She watched that, as she always did. She loved to watch his tongue and had spent more hours than she cared to admit fantasizing about his tongue. Had he even used his tongue on her anywhere? She recalled his hand, all five fingers burning on her ass as she thought about it. And teeth. The marks on her neck throbbed at that memory. And his fingers. Her own hand drifted down to her pussy, now strangely hot and slick.
He watched all of this, his eyes dark, the pupils almost blotting out the sapphire blue she’d also become obsessed with. He downed the last of his drink and reached for her glass. Instead of taking it from her, he tipped it up, forcing it down her throat while she made a startled sound of protest.
“Take off your shoes and socks now.”
Stumbling to obey, she did as he ordered. Why, she wasn’t sure. They were done, weren’t they? She wondered how much time had passed, and if she was going to miss the bus home.
“I want to have your tits in my face when I fuck you this time.”
She blinked as his words sank in and she watched him with her mouth hanging open as he crossed to set the glasses on the little bar.
“Wh-what?”
As he turned back to her, her gaze was drawn to his crotch. She had never seen a man’s… penis before. Though, in the books, it was never called that. What were all the words? She tried to recall the vocabulary from her books as he strode towards her, said appendage bobbing and thickening before her very eyes.
Cock, dick, rod, erection… Yes, those were some of the words.
“Do you like it, Kate?”
She blinked and her gaze darted to his before dropping back to the fascinating part of him. “That was inside of me? But it’s so big.”
He chuckled, the sound dark and slithering through her very veins. All of a sudden, she was throbbing between her legs again, but not in pain. It was that other sensation, the one she’d had when she’d first come to the hotel and walked into the room.
“Yes and yes.” He lifted his hand, wrapping her ponytail around his fist a couple of times. “And you fucking loved it.”
She shuddered as his hot breath rubbed against her ear and neck. She was so sensitive there. Who knew? Damon seemed to have known. The thought arrested her and she opened her eyes to stare at him, her teeth worrying her bottom lip.
He watched the movement of her mouth and licked his own.
“Have you done this a lot?”
His eyes lifted to hers and he gave her an indulgent little smile. “Fucked a lot of women? Or a lot of virgins?”
Her body warmed all over. He still held her ponytail, keeping her captive in front of him. Not that she minded. Did she? She probably should. He was, after all, her…
“I’ve fucked my fair share, I suppose, but yours is my first virgin cunt.”
That word. He’d used it several times already. It should be rude and make her angry, but instead, there was another rush of heat to the very part he spoke of and her hand dropped to her stomach, just below her belly button.
“You want it, don’t you?”
She looked at him, meeting his dark blue gaze, and nodded. She couldn’t lie. Didn’t want to.
“It’s going to hurt.”
She nodded again. She suspected that. Even as her body twinged with every bite and smack he’d bestowed on her less than half an hour before, she was desperate for more. And he knew it.
He’d always known it, like he said. From the moment they’d met, he’d known. She hadn’t, not until he’d handed her the key card for this room, and told her when to be here.
Dropping his hand, he walked around her to the bed and shoved the covers back. He propped up a couple of pillows and then climbed onto the bed, reclining back against the pillows. His penis… no, his cock, stood tall and hard and still shiny with her juices from before. He crooked a finger at her.
“Come here.”
She scrambled to the bed, clambering up and stopping on her knees beside him.
“Look at you, panting for it.”
She nodded, her gaze straying to his dick, where he stroked himself.
“You want to suck it? Or do you want me to fuck you with it again?”
“I don’t know how to suck it.”
“You didn’t know how to fuck an hour ago.”
She blinked and looked up at him. She wasn’t entirely certain she knew how to fuck now, as all she’d done was hold still while he plundered her.
“Come here.” He reached for her, grasping her waist and pulling her so she straddled his thighs. “Lift up.”
She did, awkwardness a distant thought in the back of her mind. If she was following his orders, all was right with the world. No room for awkwardness or hesitation.
Then his fingers were there, parting her sore opening below. She whimpered and brushed her fingers over his wrist, unsure if she wanted to stop him or push his fingers deeper.
“Look at this.” He pulled his hand free and held his fingers up between them.
She looked. His long thick fingers were coated in a sheen of fluid. Fluid from inside of her. She assumed it was mostly her, but suspected it might be some of him as well. She’d gleaned that much from all her educational reading.
“Lick my fingers.”
She did, opening her mouth and clamping her lips around the two digits. He grunted as she did and she stared into his rapt eyes as she licked his fingers, up and down, up and down. The taste was foreign but not unpleasant. Tart, tangy, a little salty, and something else. Something dirty.
“You are a perfect little whore, aren’t you.”
She flinched at the term and gave her head a short jerk to one side in denial. He wrenched his fingers from her wet mouth and clutched her jaw. She gasped as he yanked her close, his eyes fierce.
“No? You think you’re not a whore?”
“I’m yours. Only yours.”
His eyes flared and he let her face go to clutch her hips. He lifted her and brought her down hard, filling her with that long, thick cock of his again. She cried out, grabbing his shoulders and trying to lift up with her legs.
“No, Damon, please!” She squirmed, his hands manacles on her hips and keeping her immobile. “It hurts, you’re too big.”
“I know, and I don’t care.” He bumped his thighs up against her ass and she jerked forward with a startled cry. “You said it yourself: you’re mine.”
He lifted her an inch and started pummeling her from below, jerking his hips up and down, filling her. It burned, every inch of him sliding between her battered lips again and again. She sobbed and hung her head, clutching at his shoulders still. Her body jerked over and over as he fucked her, ripping her apart.
“Beg me, Kate.” He got a harder, firmer grasp on her ass, holding her up and open as he fucked her. “Beg me to keep fucking you. Beg me to suck your big, beautiful tits. Beg me to bite your hard little nipples.”
“Please, Damon.” She arched, straining to push said tits into his mouth. “Please, please, suck my t-tits.”
He let out a growl and bit down on one, making her scream in a torrent of pain and exquisite pleasure. All the while, his dick ruined her cunt, his hairy thighs rubbing her already raw ass again and again.
“Bite m-my nipples!” She threw her head back as he did and she wanted to obey every order he gave her for the rest of time.
The sensations were so overwhelming. His hands bruising her hips, his cock hammering her pussy, the squelching noise as her body took the assault again and again. Her tits in his face, his coarse whiskers rasping the tender skin, his teeth on her nipple, tugging and releasing when the pain almost became too much to bear.
“Damon!” She screamed his name, her nails digging into his shoulders.
“Fuck, Kate!”
He rolled them, tossing her to her back in a move that stole her breath clean away. Before she could catch it again, he tossed her legs up over his arms and bent her nearly in half. This time when his rock hard length plunged through her swollen pussy lips, she screamed in anguish.
“Stop, stop, please, Damon, it hurts too much!”
As if the words spurred him on instead of making him go easy on her, he sped up. The sounds of his harsh breath filled her ears, along with the slap, slap, slap of his skin on hers. Her body, wet and sucking at him, she heard that too, along with her own cries and moans. It was so good, too good, too painful, too much of all of it.
“You don’t get to say no, Kate. Never.” He bent low, folding her further and forcing his dick into the very depths of her. As he continued to pump away at her, fucking her with that iron shaft of his, he growled in her face. “You’re mine, you’re my fucktoy, remember? If you forget, I’ll remind you, every. Fucking. Time.” He punctuated his words with hard thrusts of his body inside of hers.
There would be no escape for her.
Tears flooded her eyes and spilled over. Kate didn’t know if she was crying from ecstasy or pain, or some mix of the two. He grinned at her, feral, all teeth, and she couldn’t look away. Her mouth hung open and she watched him fuck her, watched him ravage her cunt with his cock and she started to beg him without his orders.
“God, Damon, please. It’s so good, fuck me harder, please, please, Damon, I need your cock.”
He growled at her, his dark eyes skipping over her flushed and sweaty face, down to her neck and her chest. Her tits bounced around, she knew it and could do nothing to stop it. His eyes heated further as he watched her tits bobbling one way, then another. He went harder, faster, the fleshy mounds of her chest bouncing up to her chin and down with every one of his firm pumps.
“Fucking. Mine.”
With a quick move, Damon pulled out of her and dropped her legs down. He shimmied up her body, trapping her hips between his legs. She watched, entranced, as he pumped his hand up and down his pulsing cock, the tip so angry and hot and red. With a shout, a stream of white fluid jettisoned out of the tip, smacking her in the chin and she let out a startled cry. It didn’t stop with one. Damon dropped his weight on one hand beside her on the bed, while his other continued to rub himself.
Another stream of the white liquid shot out of his dick, landing in a hot line across her chest, then another almost in the same spot. He jerked his hips, fucking his hand as string after string of hot white fluid landed on her skin.
Kate watched in fascination, her entire body throbbing, as he spent his load all over her chest. He caught his breath after some length of time, settling back on his haunches, over her knees. His eyes bored into her, and he lifted one hand to rub at the stream of his come that had covered one nipple. He rubbed it in circles until Kate started to squirm at the sensation. Then he punched her nipple, hard, making her suck in a stunned breath as nerve endings came alive, from her nipple to the overworked hole between her legs.
At last, Damon shuffled off her body and sat on the edge of the bed for a long moment. He pushed to his feet and crossed to the bathroom without saying a word to Kate.
Without any clear instructions, Kate propped herself up on her elbows and looked down at her body.
So, she thought. This is semen. She ran her fingers through one trail of the fluid and lifted her fingers to her face. She rubbed her finger and thumb together, taking in the feel of it. Behind the closed bathroom door, there was the sound of running water, then silence.
As the door opened, she dropped her hand and stared at Damon as he came out. Still, he didn’t speak. He picked up his clothes, dressing himself and clasping his watch to his wrist. His brow knitted in a frown as he looked at the time.
“You’d better get up.”
She moved to the edge of the bed, eager to follow more orders, even if they didn’t lead to more of the wild pain and pleasure.
He did his pants up and pulled his jacket on, his eyes darting to her face and down her body. He smirked and walked over to where she stood at the end of the bed. “Clean yourself up. Don’t want anyone on the bus guessing what you’ve been doing this afternoon, do you?”
“No.” She shook her head and stared up at him, her eyes wide.
He nudged her towards the bathroom and smacked her tender ass as she went. She gasped but trotted off to do as he bid her, and when she came out a short while later, the room was empty.
He was gone.
****
On the bus ride home, Kate kept blushing. She knew on a rational level that no one could tell what she’d spent the past several hours doing just by looking at her, but she couldn’t help it. Eventually, she got off at her stop in her neighborhood and walked the three blocks to her house.
Her mother was home, in the kitchen, and asked her about her day. “Your afternoon session with the debate team went well?”
It was the excuse Kate had given for missing her afternoon classes. Her stomach clenched and every spot on her body that had been abused by Damon roared to life again. She swallowed and turned to the fridge to pour herself a juice and avoid blushing in front of her mother for no apparent reason.
“Yeah, it was fine. Not sure if we’ll have to do it again before the finals.” It would be a convenient excuse to revisit. Should the demand come from Damon.
Her mother nodded, distracted by whatever she had cooking on the stove. “Well, go change and get started on your homework. Your father will be home soon and we’ll eat dinner.”
Scowling, Kate turned to leave the kitchen, muttering under her breath, “he’s my stepfather.”
Her mother either didn’t hear her, or chose not to argue about it today. Kate hurried upstairs and changed. She stood naked in front of the mirror on her closet door for a long minute, taking in the marks on her neck, shoulders, tits and around her nipples. Then she turned and gasped at the sight of her ass, a mess of red handprints and fingertip-sized bruises on the outside edges.
When she faced the mirror again, she parted her lips, staring down at her bald pussy. It didn’t look any different, aside from red and still damp.
With a sigh, she pulled on sweatpants and a loose t-shirt and tried to think about something, anything else. A short while later, her mother called her for dinner and she hurried downstairs, her cheeks burning.
There was a second voice with her mother’s in the kitchen. Kate didn’t stop, just skipped into the kitchen and smiled at her stepfather.
“Hey, Kate.” He smiled back at her as he loosened his tie and shrugged out of his suit jacket. “How was your day?”
“Really good.” Did she mean to sound that breathless? “How was your day, Damon?”
His gaze shifted at the sound of his name on her lips. Luckily, Kate’s mother, his wife, wasn’t looking at either of them. His dark blue eyes dropped to the cunt he’d fucked with abandon a few short hours before. Even though she was dressed, and he was, and they were in the kitchen, and it was every shade of wrong, Kate bit her bottom lip and stared at Damon.
He lifted his eyes back to her face. “Sit down, Kate.”
She sat down.
“I’ll get the plates.”
She stayed where she was. She ate dinner, and dessert when Damon set it in front of her. Then she went to bed early when he suggested it, and every part of her was sore, twinging with pain, and aching all over.
She was his stepdaughter to the world. But deep inside, where she slipped her fingers now, even as she winced in discomfort, she was his fucktoy. His whore. And she couldn’t wait for him to give his next order.