Page 7 of His Toy

“Oh shit,” Brooke gasped. She didn’t know from which she was gasping more the release of her nipples or the way his cock was stretching her unused hole open.

“Fuck you’re tight,” he moaned as he pushed into her again. He pulled out and licked his fingers as he slid two inside her sending waves of pleasure through her as his fingers spread her further. She began to squirm against his hand and he reached up to take the one set of the clips off of her.

“Oh fuck,” she cried as he smacked one tit and then released the other and smacked it.

“You like that, don’t you? You like having these melons smacked and punished.”

“Yes…oh god…”

“You want to come? Too bad,” he said, a smile on his lips as her eyes widened in shock. “You don’t come until I tell you that you can. That’s the punishment for bad girls they don’t get to have their pleasure instantly,” he said as he surged back into her making her shake with the need to come so deeply. “So fucking tight,” he said grabbing her hips to pound into her. “What’s wrong none of those guards could stretch you enough?”

“No…oh fuck…please…please,” she begged feeling her body coil tightly.

“You didn’t let them fuck you, did you? You just used your little cock sucking mouth to convince them.”

“Yes,” she gasped shaking in his hold, her body starting to quiver with the orgasm until he spoke.

“Typical whore, thinking the mouth is the only way to get a man off.”

“I’m not a whore,” she argued, her entire need fading fast as anger built inside her.

“You’re letting me use your body to keep your secret.”

“That doesn’t make me a whore.”

“You’re selling your body for your life, that makes you a dirty little whore.”

“It makes me smart, trading the one thing men can’t resist,” she countered not about to let him demean her or break her spirit. Her body was one thing, he could abuse it, but she wasn’t about to let it enter her mind.

“What else have you traded this body for…clothes, shoes, makeup?”

“Food and rides,” she stated as he continued to rock the desk with his pounding.

“I’ll bet you took them on rides, but none of them stretched your tight little hole, did they? It’s about to split around my cock and you’re going to take it all, aren’t you?” he said rubbing right on her clit and the pleasure was insane. It sent her straight back up no matter how angry his words made her.

“Yes…oh god…please…please let me come, let me come on your cock…please,” she cried, her nails digging into her palms as her toes tightened.

“Admit you’re a whore and you can come.”

“No.” She would never admit to being that, not even to find what she desperately needed.

“Then you hold it until you admit what you are,” Neil snapped, pulling out of her as he turned her around, not liking that word from her. He leaned her top half over the desk and parted her ass, sinking into her puckered little pink hole much easier than he had her cunt.

“Oh god,” she moaned into the desk.

“Whore…they didn’t stretch your cunt, but they stretched your ass, didn’t they? So, I’ll just have to show you how to really stretch it,” he said smacking her ass cheek then the sides of her tits as he reached up and pushed the hair off her face. “Watch me fuck your ass.”

Brooke held off, slowing her breathing down as he found the spot that drove her crazy and stretched her ass wider. She couldn’t admit that she’d never had a cock in her pussy until his…she didn’t know why she hadn’t she just hadn’t. The men she’d taken rides from had wanted to use her ass and her mouth because their girlfriends didn’t allow them to and until now, no one had attempted to use her pussy.

“Come on little whore, beg me to let you come. Tell me what a good little whore you’ll be for me.”

“Please let me come…please,” she said looking back at him desperate for it.

“What are you?”

“A bad girl.”

“What are you?”

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