Total pages in book: 74
Estimated words: 69612 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 348(@200wpm)___ 278(@250wpm)___ 232(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 69612 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 348(@200wpm)___ 278(@250wpm)___ 232(@300wpm)
He pushes into my soaked pussy, and we both hear the wet sound my body makes as it welcomes him deep inside me.
Just at the moment I want him to really fuck me hard, the bathroom door opens. Adrenaline shoots through me as he covers my mouth with his hand and holds me tight.
“Not a word, baby,” he murmurs, giving me a few shallow thrusts while the girl takes one of the other stalls and pees.
I can’t believe I am letting this happen to me. I am simply being used, and he is keeping his bare cock deep inside me as he makes me wait to continue being fucked.
He moves inside me a little, drawing out a fraction of an inch and pushing back in again, keeping that hand over my mouth as he plays with my clit with the other hand. It is so hard not to make a noise as I am publicly claimed.
She spends longer at the mirror than I wish she would. Fixing her makeup or something, probably. She has no idea I’m stuck in here, impaled on a stranger’s cock, craving the fucking he’s going to give me the second she is gone.
My tormentor makes it worse by rolling my clit between his fingers, clamping my mouth shut even harder with his hand as I try to make little noises of excitement.
Finally she goes, and it is just the two of us again.
“You’re soaking,” he tells me. “You love this. Everything about this excites you. You’re a hungry little thing, desperate for my cock.”
He pulls out and turns me around. I think for a second I might see his face, but he has that smooth balaclava on again, and we are only eye to eye for a second before he pushes me down to my knees and guides his cock into my mouth.
He holds my head between both his hands and simply fucks my mouth. I can taste my pussy and his pre-cum. I can feel the ache between my thighs, the yearning for his cock to return.
“I thought you were going to fight me,” he says. “But you’re desperate for someone to take control of you, aren’t you. You want to be fucked, you maybe want to be bred, but more than anything you just want someone else to be in charge for once, don’t you?”
Oh, he really knows me too well. It feels like he just reached deep inside me and pulled out one of the secrets I wanted to stay hidden forever.
I do everything for myself. I work hard to put myself through school. My mom can’t help me. I have six younger siblings at home, and I was lucky to be able to make enough to afford tuition for this school. My dad left when I was too small to remember him.
And now my mouth is wrapped around the thick cock of a man who speaks softly and does rough, terrible things to me whether I want them or not. He can feel that wound in me, he can sense the weakness, and he is taking full advantage of it.
“You’re doing so well sucking my cock, baby,” he says, switching to praise.
I get the feeling he’s toying with me, testing my reactions. Too bad for me, it works. There’s a flush of pleasure and happiness at his kind words. I feel a warmth running through me that makes me feel like I’m doing well, even though I am on my knees in a bathroom stall having my mouth fucked.
“Your mouth and your pussy are both absolutely delicious,” he says. “I can’t wait to take your last little hole, but I will train that first. It will be a conquest I thoroughly enjoy.”
My pussy throbs in response to those filthy words. I’ve never agreed to anal before. With him, it won’t matter. He’s going to make my ass his own, and there’s nothing I can do about it.
He guides me up, grips me by the thighs, and lifts me up against the wall, sliding his cock back inside me. He is showing me just how easily he handles me.
“I am going to use you over and over,” he growls in my ear. “This pussy of yours belongs to me and no other man will ever see it again, let alone touch it. I am claiming this hole for my use, and my use alone, do you understand?”
“Yessir,” I whimper. He is grinding right up against my clit, and he is using every bit of my pussy for his pleasure. I am sure he is going to come inside me again very soon, and I am equally certain I could not stop him if I wanted to.
He fucks me harder now, rougher, deeper. The sound of the stall wall squeaking must be audible outside the bathroom, but he doesn’t care. He wants to fuck me, and that means I am getting fucked.