Page 41 of Deranged Imposter

They aren’t a sexy cut, but when he pulls them down to hum appreciatively at the mess of slick, I feel beautiful.

Less than the way he looks at me, but still beautiful, nonetheless.

I shyly attempt to close my legs, grimacing as my thighs touch with a squelching sound. His scarred hand is hot on my tail, diving between two plush thighs and running a punishing finger through the soft folds.

Short breaths and startled flinches continue with vigor as he adds another finger to rub my pussy, juices clinging while the rough pads of his thick digits circle my virgin hole. I keen brokenly as he uses two fingers to spread open my folds and slides one into the tight, pink hole.

“Huh,” he muses and curls the finger nonchalantly. “Tighter than I imagined.”

“Y-you imagine… this?” I whine, slapping my hands over my face as embarrassment strikes my core.

“All the time,” he admits, his teeth glimmering lecherously. “You ever notice your panties getting lost?”

“I find them,” I cry as he pushes another finger inside and pumps swiftly. “But they’re always sticky.”

It dawns on me slowly while he fucks my pussy roughly, cream pooling at my entrance as he parts his fingers to stretch my spasming walls.

“You—ah!”

He’s been using my dirty underwear to rub his cock, squirting thick cum on the cotton, and letting me touch it when I did my laundry. It should be scary, creepy even, to find out a man has been violating my panties.

Thick fingers crook up to find the sweet, spongy spot that makes my back arch—the humiliation leaps into my haze of pleasure. It’s filthy, adding to the throbbing in my clit.

“Forgive me? I didn’t mean to do it, but you’re just so pretty,” he croons, ravening.

His thumb gives the softest, airiest brush to the puffy bud. My hands claw at his arms, hips bucking wildly to find relief, but his thumb avoids my clit deftly.

“Yes, yes, yes,” I gasp, “I’m sorry.”

The apology makes him laugh so deeply that I feel it tinging in my pussy.

My droopy eyes trail his lowering form, slotting between my trembling thighs, and he stares at my cunt with borderline fixation. With a lick of his lips, he buries his face into my pussy and slurps my clit with his teeth skimming the bundle of nerves.

Tears spring from my eyes as he shoves three fingers inside my hole, and the burning stretch tightens my throat while the pulsing walls fight to push him out. He eats messily with juices dripping down his chin, agile tongue rolling the bud, and hums hoarse vibrations.

His fingers ease out of the fluttering hole, replacing the stretch with his devilish tongue, and pinch my clit between drenched fingers.

My stomach trembles tautly, clit throbbing under his thumb, and the coil hinging on a little more pressure.

“I—” I sob, tearful eyes widening as my fingers twist the futon.

My eyes roll back, only catching a blurry grin of malice on his glistening lips. My heart lurches after a weak cry, head tossing back as I arch, desperately chasing my orgasm.

He slaps my clit harshly. A broken sob rattles my hiccups as he throws a heavy arm over my stomach, delivering slap after slap against my twitching pussy. By the last smack, I’m a sobbing mess of blotchy cheeks and remnants of the ruined orgasm.

Mikah holds up his hand and spreads his fingers to watch the sticky strings break. He grins, a forewarning in his deranged gaze, and he’s thrusting those three digits back inside my rippling walls.

He fucks my pussy, ripping hitched screams and tearing through the coil in my stomach to coerce the orgasm to break.

With a cruel laugh, he yanks them away in the middle of my sweet release and watches my reddened pussy twitch. I cry out for him, cum drooling messily down my hole as the satisfying orgasm feels awful.

“Mean,” I whine, sniffling into the sleeves.

He smiles, blown pupils wide under the warm light, and unties his sash. I get a full view of his fat cock, bobbing dauntingly as the swollen tip drools cum down the pulsing vein.

He makes a compromise to ease my fears as he leans over me, kissing fiercely while nipping on my lip. When the leaking tip nuzzles the plush folds of my cunt, Mikah doesn’t waste a second and pushes his thick cock through the tiny hole.

“Keep it down,” he hisses after a tight squish to his dribbling tip. “The walls are thin.”

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