I look around the party, wondering how a great deal longer I need to stay here. I came with my friend Valerie, but she wandered off and was swapping spit with a guy that she met twenty minutes ago. Lake Chad ? He looked like a Chadic.

A man wearing jeans and a push button down dress shirt walks up to me. He's cute, with a swimmer's chassis and standing around six feet. I look up at his optic, and see that they're a beautiful color of blue. His hair is a slightly shaggy-coated, just got out of bed look that he probably spent an hour perfecting. I'm no slouch, but guys like him don't usually pay attention to missy like me. I'm 5'4 ”, with shoulder length brown fuzz and a gymnast's build. I used to do gymnastics, but my breasts grew a little too large to sustain going after I graduated high schooltime.

He smiles at me, and it seems to brighten the room a niggling."You look how I feel,"he says with a smirk."Keith,"he adds, extending a deal.

I smile back."Alexa,"I reply, taking his helping hand briefly.

"commodity to meet you. My friends all seem to throw become otherwise engaged,"he nods to a group of guys all dancing with lady friend,"and I was hoping to find out someone to partner with me for beer pong. worry ?"

"Um, I'm not a vast drinker,"I say hesitantly, looking around for Valerie.

"That's ok, I can wassail your cups, if you'd like. I'd settle for making a friend."

I'm not sure about this, but his friendliness wins me over after a moment's condition."Well… for sure then."

"Cool, the tabular array is set up in the basement,"he says, heading towards the stairway in the kitchen. Softer music drifts up from a stereo somewhere down there, though it's difficult to find out over the loud music on the first floor.

I follow him down, watching my step on the wooden steps."So how do you know Dan ?"I ask.

"He cheats off me in chem,"he says with a joke.

The audio of the political party upstairs are mostly muffled now as he opens a threshold on the side of a hallway and gesture for me to head in. The lowly euphony wafts out a little louder.

I step into the room with a smile, but my smiling turns to a look of confusedness at the room. Insulation hang freely from the roof, and a rough carpet covers the flooring. A table with a stereo sits to one face, and a lounge is against the wall across from the doorway. I take another tone in and turn back to look at Keith, seeing him occur in behind me and shut the door, flipping a deadbolt with a clack.

"Um… what's going on ? Where's the beer niff ?"I ask, trying to keep the nervousness out of my vox and failing.

He steps forward and snap up my hip and the spinal column of my neck, pulling me roughly into a kiss. His paw holds my neck opening tightly, and I let out a scream muffled by his oral cavity and try to push away off his chest.

He pulls me tighter, pressing my boob and crotch against him. I bite down on his lap, and he pulls his head back, releasing my neck opening. He slaps my face arduous and I let out a surprised yip at the violence of it.

"Bitch,"he mutters, touching a finger to his lip. I try to tear back again, but he releases my hip and pulls my waist back against him. He turns me roughly and shoves me against the cast. I try to grope for back up, but the heels of my shoes present way and I can't get the leverage to overpower the bigger man.

He shoves me again and I lose my residual and pins me down over the arm, pressing his crotch against my ass.

I open my mouth and scream at the top of my lungs."supporter ! FIRE ! helper !"

He chuckles."You'd be lucky if anyone down here could listen you. Not a probability with the party up there, and it's pretty unbelievable anyone will come down here. He runs a hand over my ass and gives it a slap. I gasp in surprise, still unable to process what's happening.

"I have a boyfriend !"I shout helplessly.

"And ?"he asks with a snicker. He reaches around to unbutton my dungaree and roughly pulls them down.

I scream wordlessly, my lash exposed."He'll beat you up !"I yell, trying to recoil out.

He tugs my denim down further, using his foot to shove them down far enough to tangle my stage up. He presses his free weight into my rachis and strokes my slit through my thong.

I struggle against him, but my legs are trapped by my damn skinny jeans, leaving the clean pulp of my thigh exposed. All I can do is yell as he presses on my pussy through the framework of my underwear. He pulls my top up, trying to get it over my arms. I hold them tightly against my torso, trying to keep my white top on. A
stray thought picture through my mind that it's my favorite, and I hope he doesn't rip it.

Almost as though reading my mind, he shifts his system of weights to pin me fully and snaffle one sleeve, ripping it. I let out a soft moan as he does the Saame with the other.

"No,"I squeal, knowing that I'm going to need to leave the party like this. I flail, but the damage is done. He tugs the torn fabric over my head, tossing it to one face.

He runs his mitt over my book binding and I let out a tremble that has nothing to do with the chill of the basement. His work force smoothly unhook my bra.

I desperately grab at the cupful, pressing them to my pocket-size chest."layover,"I beg in a small voice.

He grabs the shoulder shoulder strap and pull them along the seam, leaving my hand as the solitary thing protesting what petty modesty I maintained.

I grit my teeth and declare onto the loving cup."piece of ass you,"I spit at the story, feeling exposed. The thin cloth of my thong is now the alone matter between me and nakedness.
I feel his smooth bridge player run over my back again, and then down to my ass. I flinch as he runs his finger through my crack and his quarter round brushes over my labia again. I hear a walkover as he unbuttons his denim.

"Noooo,"I wimper."No, don't. Don't !"

I glance back to see him sliding his denim down, tugging his pugilist with them. His hard tool natural spring out and he slides it over my ass. I squirm at this, still clutching my ruined bra."NO !"I shriek,"NO !"

"Yes,"he whispers back, barely hearable over the music. He tugs my thong down and exposes me fully.

I start crying."Please put it back,"I sniff."Please cross me up."

He rubs the head of his cock over my mouth, smearing precum over them and slicking his forefront and jibe."fucking that. This is going to be great."

I cluctch my bra tighter."Don't,"I say quietly."I'm saving myself. Please."

"A aphrodisiacal thing like you ?"He looks me over with a grin and I shudder at his regard."hoot. Picked the rightfield girl,"he says, his vocalisation a low growl. He presses the tip against my opening, working it around to start getting it in.

"No, NO !"I scream, twisting left and right."Please !"

He pushes in far, and I feel his tip pass my brim and insert me."diddly-shit, you're tight…"I feel him reach a handwriting around and clumsily rub at my clit."Going to get wet for me ?"

I squeal as he brazenly touches my button."I'm not going to cum for you, you fucking rapist !"

He laughs and continues rubbing me, pausing to spit on his digit. I feel him working his rooster back and forth more, pushing in.

I jump a lilliputian."No,"I whine,"NO ! You're not my first, you're not my first,"I mutter, more to myself than him.

I feel him pause."Oh ? The trollop was pretending to be virgin ?"

I choke back a sob."I'm not a trollop,"I protest, realizing his mistake."I've never done anything. Please, plosive consonant ! I promise I'm not,"I beg, knowing that my protestation will fall on deaf ears.

"No demand to get upset, I don't precaution. Just lay down up your judgement,"he says casually, as though talking about a baseball team he didn't particularly care about. He slides in and out again, pushing in further on the thrust and resuming the rubbing.

I sob aloud, tears and snot running down my face."Don't. Don't. My hymen… don't."

His voice movement to me wryly,"I thought I wasn't your first ?"

"YOU CAN'T BE ! GET OUT !"

"Oh,"he says, a banker's bill of understanding entering his voice."I see. I'm sorry I called you a slut."He pulls back and I feel relievo for the briefest of import. Hope that the rape might end. I scream as he slaps in hard, breaking past my virginal membrane with a grunt.

"No !"I yell, though it's already happened."No…"my voice lowers as the rape begins in earnest.

He stops holding back, and starts pumping in and out, pushing further in each time. I moan with botheration as my petite, unused pussycat strains to subscribe him.

I hear him oink with succour as his balls slap against me, his hardness buried fully inner my mingy slit. His fingers start to stroke and rub at my clit again.

Tears stream down my boldness freely, smearing my makeup."Just fucking cum. Just fucking cum and go. Don't do that, just cum."

"You want me to cum inside you ?"he asks, a note of amusement in his voice.

"No ! No, don't !"

"It's not really mediocre for me to cum and you not to, especially during your first prison term,"he taunts as he keeps rubbing me."You're mine now. You're going to fucking cum for me."

I moan, grunting, ashamed at my soundbox for betraying me as I feel his penis getting slicker."Please don't,"I beg, my vox cracking."Please leave behind my button. Please."

He keeps detrition, pumping his cock in and out of me. He grabs my shoulder, using it to pull himself cryptical as he adjusts the Angle, his body slapping against me severe."You're going to cum because I want you to. You don't get a say,"he says in that Same low growl.

My tears continue."You're really hurting me. You're really hurting my pussy."

"Get surfactant for me, then,"he says, spitting on his finger's breadth again and rubbing my lips before going back to my clit. He continues with the slow, deep, hard strokes into me.

I moan as he plays with my engorged clitoris."You're a piece of shit."

"You're my bitch,"he replies with a groan."You're nothing but my fuck toy now."

I sob loudly, clutching my bra tightly."I don't wan na cum, I don't wan na cum."

"What you want doesn't thing anymore."He slides out fully, rubbing his tip over my clip and smearing more precum. He pushes back in and fingers my slicked button.

I moan and shudder."No,"I sob, but my condensation have started."Why. Why. No. shag you. screw this."

He keeps up the stride, letting out grunts with each thrust.

I feel myself cum. I moan and grunt as undulation of pleasance rock over my physical structure."You shit,"I gasp, each thrust sending another wave."You utter shit."

My contracting pussy sets him off, and he starts to make out me more violently as he shudders and groans. I feel his shaft start to nip as a warmness enters me as he cums.

"Don't,"I moan,"don't cum in my pussy."But it's already done and I lay limp.

He pumps his stopcock in me, milking the hold up of the cum out.

I lie there, shattered, cum and blood dripping out of my freshly raped pussy as he lifts me up and relocation me over, pushing me down onto my back on the cushions.

I keep hold of my bra as he spreads my pegleg and gets between them, sliding his rooster back into me missionary, holding my shoulders down against the scratchy couch.

"No,"I groan weakly."No, you finished. Stop."

He easily slips into my soaked and load pussy and begins to roll in the hay me anew."It's over when I say it is,"he growls."I'm not done with you yet."

I just sob, tightly gripping my rip bra and squeezing my eyes shut."But you came,"I moan.

"Once. Let me see those tits,"he says, grabbing my arm and pulling it aside.

I scream and fight back, ferociously defending my utmost dignity."No ! You've had everything else, give me this, please,"I beg."They're lilliputian anyway !"

He pulls severely, tugging my arms aside and exposing me."You're my fucking bitch !"he shouts back."I'm not leaving you shit,"he adds, anger in his vox. He roughly grabs one of my tits and squeezing.

I scream again, wordless, in infliction, humiliation, and misery."They're diminutive, they're petite,"I sob."You could give birth left them !"

He slaps the other and starts fucking me hard, grunting as he slams his articulatio coxae against mine.

I scream as he abuses me."You don't even like them, you just want to suffer me. You're a screwing piece of shit."

"Fuck yeah, I want to hurt you. You're mine. I do what I want with you. You're worthless,"he says. He pulls out of me and grabs me around the shank, flipping me over.

I scream and oink."N… no… not…"I beg.

He pushes my face into the pillow and grabs my rose hip again, propping me up on my knee joint. I fight, kicking out, screams muffled into the cushion.

He holds my shank, letting me recoil out ineffectively. He spreads my cheeks with one hand and I hear him spit. I feel the saliva hit my SOB.

"Not my ass,"I whine, piteously."Please don't hurt me like that."

He slides his cock over my shit, ignoring me, and starts to press in.

I scream as my tiny, unlubed asshole is put under pressure."I'm a girl,"I sob,"not a fucktoy. A person. Stop, plosive speech sound !"

I feel him pull out and coup d'oeil back, hopeful again. I see him grabbing a sound out of his jeans. I hear the beep as he starts recording. He grins and begins pressing his tip against my anus again."This,"he says to the photographic camera,"is my fucktoy for the nighttime. Say hi, Alexa."

I scream and cover my face.

He laughs as he pushes the tip of his slicked up cock into my ass, managing to get the tip in."She's shy."

I scream with pain in the ass as he enters me."He's raping me !"

"That's right, I'm raping her,"he says with a grunt, working his way in foster. Our juice let him in easier, but it's still rough.

I cry with painful sensation."He's raping me and I'm a Virgo !"

"She's not a virgin anymore,"he adds."I fucked that gratifying pussy. I should've bugger off a video. She came for me."

"I didn't,"I lie, too embarrassed to let in that part.

Keith enters me far enough that he can begin to eff my tight dickhead."I just blew a freight into her while she came for me. I didn't think her sozzled pussy could get dependable, but she squeezed tighter when she got off on being raped."

I scream again with excruciation."I didn't, I didn't !"

He pumps in and out, and I hear the grunting again, realizing that he's getting close. I gasp with relief as he pulls out of my lay waste to asshole and grabs my shoulders, shifting and spinning me around. He sits on my chest, pinning me down into the cushion as she starts rubbing his dick over my face.

I manage not to gag at the smell of my pussy and whoreson shoved into my typeface as he keeps rubbing himself, focusing the camera on me as he shudders as gasps. His cock cramp as a spout of cum shoots onto my face. I let out a brief squeal of abasement, but I taste cum dripping onto my knife and quickly shut my mouth as he covers my face.

He stands, panting as he runs the camera up and down my soundbox before shoving it back into the pocket of his blue jean and pulling them up. He leaves the bang undone as he grabs my arm and pulls me to my understructure.

I don't pain covering my trimmed snatch as he does so, the macrocosm around me fading to background noise as I take in what he's done to me. He walks me to a side room access, opening it to let on a can. He pushes me down to my knees.

"W… what ? What now ?"

He grabs a facecloth and moisture it, then lathers it with a bar of Georgia home boy. He pulls his bloomers back down and his cock comes out again."Wash me."

"Can't you wash it yourself ?"I ask bitterly, but I take the towel and his cock into my hand and get down to wash him, my look burning. I feel the wetness of his cum on my human face as it drips onto my chest from my jawline, and more dribble down my thigh.

I hear a soft beep and look up, seeing the camera in his custody again, but he offers no comment and I continue.

My optic widen as he begins to get strong again.

"No,"I moan softly,"It's enough. It's enough…"

"sucking me,"he says quietly as I finish cleaning him off."clean and jerk yourself up as you do. go out the cum on your face for now."

I sob again, but nod, immediately taking him into my mouth. I tenderly tab at my snatch, glancing down and seeing the textile smear red with line. I glance up and see the camera focused on my fount. He leans a piddling against the rejoinder, letting my mouth work.

I flick my clapper over his tip while bobbing my head back and forth on his cock. I've given blowjob before, but have no intention of doing anything beyond what he forces me to.

I spread my legs a little and tenderly dab the material on my ass. More blood stains the washcloth.

"Good girl, keep going,"he says quietly."Stroke me while you do."

I shiver at his tone but levy my other hand to stroke his pecker.

He lets out a low moan as I pleasure him."You're salutary at that."

My cheeks bloom, but I continue to clean myself off while sucking. I'm measured to avoid touching him with my teeth, fearful of what he might do if angered.

He reaches down and rubs at my chest, thrusting into my backtalk a little in prison term with my motions.

I grunt with displeasure at his groping, and am rewarded with his cock pushing further into the dorsum of my pharynx. I let out a gag as he passes the book binding of my natural language. My centre water supply as I try to summon the courage to bite.

Keith grabs the back of my head and pushes himself in hard twice and grunt, and I involuntarily swallow. This sets him off, and he moans as his cock starts to twitch with a third base orgasm. He holds himself in my mouth as I try to push back, his cum dripping down my throat, forcing me to accept frantically or congest.

I try to bite, summoning all my courage as I feel the gall rising in my stomach.

He grabs my lower jaw and holds it, stopping me before I can bite hard."None of that or you're going to be dingy. Suck me and swallow,"he says, his note leaving no room for disceptation.

I shiver with fear and suck. swallow. suck. Swallow. Suck. Swallow. After what feels like an eternity, my face burning red and the cum on my nerve a cold demarcation in temperature, he pulls out of my mouth as I suck, coming innocent with a low pop."kiss the tip for the camera."

I shudder and hold back a retch, gently kissing the tip.

He puts the tv camera into his pocket and pulls his pants back up."goal cleaning up."

"My face, too ?"I ask timidly, afraid to speak.

"farewell you face for now. I want it covered in cum while you masturbate for me."

"No,"I scream,"NO !"I feel myself grow suddenly furious, my fear dwindling.

He grabs me by the hair's-breadth."Do it,"he growls,"or I'll get more footage of fucking your ass."

I take a few mysterious intimation but still get out into impudent tears. I put a manus on my pussy and rub, but even I know it to be unconvincing.

"You're going to do that until you cum. Or until I get bored and fuck you again. I'd suggest putting your heart into it."

I go a fiddling faster, weeping rolling freely down my look again.

He once again pulls out the camera, apparently liking what he's seeing."I could get some friends down here for special motivation, if you want,"he adds."Cum for me again and we're done."

"No,"I gasp, pleading, begging."No friends."

"Good. Then you'll pay this your all."

I moan with humiliation and rub faster, my pussy starting to glint. He grins, watching me, fiddling with the television camera and panning it up and down.

I being to moan, softly at kickoff but getting louder.

"Cum for me,"he urges.

I twitch."I can't,"I beg.

"You can. And you will. You're going to do as you're told or be punished. Let go. Cum for me."

I shake, now nervous, my hired man going furiously but with no answer.

"Hey,"he says, his representative once again well-disposed,"just relax and let go, then I'm gone."

"But I can't,"I say quietly.

He kneels down in strawman of me, running a finger up my kitty-cat, causing me to recoil back at his touch."You need help then ?"

I let out another shudder."Noooo."

He leans over and shore up the sound up on the counter and I take the chance to dart back, pressing against the wall ineffectively.

He kneels back down and rubs a finger over my wet pussy, then teases the entrance to my vagina.

I let out a soft groan."Please, no. I'll do it myself,"I promise.

"Are you sure ? You look delicious…"

"I am, I am,"I say desperately.

I wince as he slides the finger into me. It feels cold against the paries of my ardent pussy. I try to incline back as he leans forward to lick me, running his natural language along the length of my labia.

I shudder and moan, and desperately try not to, but that breaks me and I cum."No,"I quietly plead to my own twat.

He leans back and break, letting me clasp at the digit barely in me."Just needed a little blarney from me."He pulls his digit free and presses it to my sass."suction it clean."

I moan, arching my backbone, sobbing as my torso is wracked with wave of pleasure. I overt my mouth and let him put his digit in. He rubs it against my spit and I gag.

He stands, grabbing his phone."Damn,"he says."I really wanted to jazz that gratifying cunt again, but I'm spent."He washes his hands in the sink casually.

"Is… is it over ?"I ask between shortness of breath, trying not to hyperventilate.

"Yeah, thanks, babe."

"I'm not your babe."

He grins and walks into the other room. I lean forward and peer after him, watching as he snap up my thong. He comes back and wipes it over my wet pussy, covering it in my succus."Keeping this,"he says, pocketing it.

"ass you !"

He grins and grabs me back the backbone of the headway, pressing a osculation onto my cheek."I don't know Dan,"he adds.

"Wh… what… wait,"I shiver."Please, give me my thong. And a top. Please."

He walks out of the bathroom and take hold of a crown off of a hanger on the door, tossing it next to my fling blue jean. I watch in disbelief as he unbolts the door and walks out."springiness me my underwear !"I beg, as I scramble over to my denim. He closes the doorway behind him.

I pull my jeans back on. The jacket doesn't binding me well. The zipper is broken so I hold it closed as best I can. A flimsy strip of flesh is exposed down the length of my body. I step out of the elbow room, my legs frail and hands shaking, and begin the long pass back up the stairs .