The Whore

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She tried so hard to resist him but he had a hold on her. He knew her and what she was. What she’d always been but tried to hide. To most she was a loving wife and devoted mother but he knew better.

He hadn’t been the first to discover what she was. He was just the latest one who’d taken advantage of it. Her step dad saw it when she was young. The older boy down the street she had a crush on saw it not to long after. Mr Jones her boss at the supermarket where she worked when she was teenager definitely saw it. Her college professor, her sister’s husband, her kid’s teacher, the pastor at her church, her boss at work, the builders who did her renovations even the young apprentice at the petrol station at the end of the street knew it.

She’d even seen a therapist to try to get help and it had felt good being able to tell someone. Like a weight had been lifted from her and for a brief moment she thought that maybe she’d finally be able to get the help she needed. She’d been too ashamed to look the therapist in the eye while telling her story and when she finally did her heart skipped a beat. He was stroking his cock.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck why does it always happen to me” she thought to herself. Now she could add therapist to the list.

She’d tried to work out why she was like this. Yes she liked to fuck but so did a lot of women. Why did she like it so rough? Why had she let them all use her as they liked, doing whatever they asked? Why didn’t she ever resist, all she had to do was say no. Why didn’t she just say no? Why did she let them humiliate and degrade her? Why did she let them beat her? Why did being with them make her feel so good even when after it meant she felt so bad? Finally the most confusing bahis firmaları question of all why had she sought them out? She had a husband who adored her she couldn’t have asked for more. Yet it wasn’t enough for her. As much as she tried to resist she always longed for more. Invariably she’d find the next one to know “what she was” .

He was different from the others she was sure of that. He had a way about him, a presence and she was drawn to him from the get-go. She’d surrendered to him almost immediately. A friend had introduced them at a party and within twenty minutes he’d praised her away from her husband and had her bent over against the bathroom wall. Expertly he had her skirt up around her waist almost at the same time her torn panties hit the floor. He pulled at her top exposing her breasts before quickly moving his hand to the small of her back causing her to arch it.

She could feel her knees starting to weaken the longer he played with her pussy. Her juices started running down her thighs. She could hear the gushing sounds from her pussy getting louder as he fingered her with two finders at first, then a third and fourth he was driving her wild. She pushed her hips back in unison as he worked his magic.

Then he stopped, just like that. It startled her, she’d become lost in the feeling and wanted more. “You can go if you want,” he said. Go, what the fuck was he talking about? Her head was spinning her heart raced with anticipation. Her thoughts consumed with just one thing, coming. She didn’t care about anything else.

Again he asked her “do you want to go?”

“No, please don’t leave me like this” she blurted out in almost a frantic voice. “Please, I want to cum” she pleaded “please, please, kaçak iddaa please.”

He just smiled and whispered “tell me what you want baby.” He’d barely finished the sentence before she screamed, almost a primal scream of “FUCK ME.”

She flinched as she felt him press his cock against the opening of her ass but he was too strong and easily held her in place. She pleaded with him “no, please not in my ass.”

He ignored her pleas and continued pushing his cock into her ass. She let out a little yelp as he slowly rocked his hips forward probing her asshole with each push.

She begged him this time “please no, not my ass, please don’t…” but before she could finish the words he pushed forward with one final violent thrust and was in her ass. She tried to scream but he just wrapped his hand across her mouth and began slowly fucking her ass.

The tears began to well in her eyes as he fucked her with long strokes, pulling his dick almost all the way out before burring it deep in her ass again. She braced herself against the wall as his tempo quickened. He moved his hand away from her mouth as he felt her hips start to push back into him. She wasn’t trying to scream anymore she loved his cock way too much. Each trust filled her deeper and she couldn’t get enough.

She knew it was just a matter of time before her body would betray her as his dick kept driving into her ass. Her legs started to tremble. Her breathing became shallower. He’d grabbed her hair with both fists and pulled back hard causing her head to jerk back. His dick buried deep in her ass as the waves of ecstasy started to wash over her body. If he hadn’t had hold of her hair she’d likely have collapsed to the floor such was the intensity kaçak bahis of her orgasm.

He gave her a moment as she collected herself before starting to fuck her ass again seemingly picking up from where he’d left off. She could feel herself building again and within a couple of minutes he’d made her cum again. This time he didn’t let her recover, instead using the fistful of hair he still had hold off to spin her around so she was now on her knees facing him.

She didn’t need any guidance from there she knew what he wanted because she wanted it more. She sucked his cock like she’d never sucked before. She pushed it as far down her throat as she could. She could feel him brushing past her tonsils as she bobbed her head up and down.

When he was ready to cum he pulled out of her mouth and started jerking his cock over her face plastering it with his cum.

She was still on her knees looking up at him as he admired her cum covered face. His cum had mixed with her make-up making her look disheveled as it dried. Several wet patches had formed on the front of her dress where cum had hit. She worried for the briefest of moments about how she could possibly join her husband back at the party looking like she did. It passed quickly though because she didn’t really care how she looked. She didn’t really care about anything except him right then.

She watched as he flicked the last drops of cum from his cock onto her face before he tucked himself in. He just turned and walked out the door without saying a word. She’d just been ass fucked harder than she’d ever been, by a man she hadn’t known thirty minutes earlier with her husband not more than twenty feet away. She really was a whore.

That was two years ago, he’d used her many times since then. She’d swear after every time that she’d never let him do it to her again. Yet here she was again.

She took a deep breath…KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK to be continued.

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