My entire body shudders and writhes as he rams two thick fingers deep inside me. Deeper than anything I’ve ever had there. The sheer size of those fingers takes my breath away, and I can feel my feet twisting and scrabbling against the ground as he roughly curls them.
My walls clench around him. My core spasms and quivers as he slides them out and then pounds them right back in.
Wetly.
I’m not just wet, I’m fucking soaked.
The mortifyingly slick, squelching sounds of my pussy fill my ears as the masked stranger roughly fingerfucks me. I cry out when he tugs my hair, or pinches my nipples. He slaps my ass again, hard, as he mauls my aching pussy.
Words fail me. My thoughts are a blur of dark need and haunting desire. All I can do is twist and writhe on the ground, moaning and choking on my breath as he manhandles me and roughly shoves me inexorably toward my breaking point.
His thumb flicks back and forth across my throbbing clit. His two fingers ram into me over and over, curling so deep my shoes fall off when my toes curl against the grimy stone floor.
“Such. A needy. Little. Slut,” he growls, chuckling darkly as he fingers me into oblivion. “Meeting up with a complete stranger and letting him use your slutty little hole on the floor, like the greedy little cum whore you are.”
I gasp sharply when I feel his thumb slip between my cheeks and press against my asshole.
“I bet you’d even beg me to fuck your ass right here and now if it’d mean I’d let you come. You’d let me have you right here on the floor like a whore, fucking your ass raw until you’d taken every fucking drop of my cum, wouldn’t you…slut.”
Something explodes in my core. My eyes squeeze shut as my mouth falls open in a silent scream.
“I know you’re a virgin, babygirl,” he growls low in my ear as the wave builds higher and higher. “Don’t insult me by denying it. I can fucking smell it on you. You’d like that, wouldn’t you? You’d like it if I used my big, fat cock to split this little cunt open right here for the first time. If I were to make you bleed on my cock as I took you for the first time. I’d tear you apart, babygirl. I’d fucking ruin you for any other man. And you’d fucking thank me for it afterward.”
Something snaps inside me. My tether to reality. My attachment to the real world.
My last grip on my sanity.
I’ve always known I wanted the primal and the brutal. To be chased and caught. To be tied up, or pinned down and used.
But I never knew I had this in me until he started talking like this.
The utter submission. The desire to lose all control and hand it over to him, willingly and eagerly. Because right now, he’s right. If he were to ask—not even ask, if he were to tell me—that he was going to fuck me right here and now, and take my virginity on the dark, grimy floor of this abandoned church?
I’d not just let him.
I’d beg him to.
“Come on. Thank me, babygirl.”
A moan rips from my throat.
“Thank you!” I sob.
“Now, beg me to let you come,” he snarls, roughly fingering my pussy as his thumb presses against my ass. He reaches underneath me and pinches a nipple, his weight sinking onto the small of my back as I start to come undone.
“Fucking beg me, slut.”
“Please!” I choke. “Please let me come!”
“Are you going to be a good little whore for me?”
“YES!”
“My willing, dirty little cock slut?”
“Please! Yes!”
My world goes sideways and upside down as he leans down and bites hard on my earlobe.
“Good girl. Come for me.”
It’s like a bomb going off. It’s like reality leaves the building and yanks the rug out after it. My breath chokes in my lungs. Every muscle in my body violently shakes and spasms, and my core turns to molten lava.
And then I’m coming harder and longer than I ever have before in my life.
The waves crash over me again and again and again. I writhe on the ground, choking and sobbing pathetically as the orgasm shatters me.
Suddenly, his fingers slowly start to slip out of me. He lets go of my nipple, and pulls his hand away.
I’m shaking all over as I curl up into a ball, hugging myself and quivering as I start to cry softly.
Jesus Christ, get it together, psycho.
I’m not hurt. I mean, I’m sore as fuck, everywhere, and especially between my legs. But that’s not why I’m crying. It’s also not because I’m scared, or ashamed, or overwhelmed.
It just feels like this huge emotional drop. Like I’ve tasted this insane high, and now it’s fading away.
The man makes a tsking sound with his teeth as he suddenly stands.
