Her attacker is ready to oblige. He takes a half step forward and guides his penis to the slit opening of her sex between her vertical, Sports Illustrated-quality thighs. The tip of his penis noses it way against her labia. He pauses there. He is finding that the height of the bed is slightly too low for perfect penetration. Keeping the young woman’s ankles draped over his shoulders, he reaches for a pillow and shoves it under her ass, elevating her pubic region just enough so that her vagina is now at the exact height and perfect angle to receive maximum penetration. Moaning softly, she is completely passive as he does this.
Satisfied now with the geometry, the man guides his cock once again to the threshold of the young woman’s sex. Again, the head of his manhood pushes aside the outer folds of its female counterpart. The young woman squirms, but only slightly so now, meaning that his penis no longer requires the guidance of his hand. His hands are free to grasp the woman by her shoulders. Pausing for a brief moment to admire her beautiful face—a face made even more beautiful now, at least in his estimation, with the gag, the splattering of blood and the tight grimace—the predator pushes forward with his pelvis and sends two inches of his penis into young, married woman’s tight vagina. The heavily lubricated phallus has no trouble penetrating her, despite the fact that her sex is constricted and dry from the pain of her slapped face and unmitigated fear. The man pauses with his penis after gaining those first two inches, his prey lying on pinned arms, her legs high in the air with her ankles draped over his shoulders. The man squeezes her shoulders. “Open your eyes, sweetie.” His voice is actually soft and gentle when he says this.
The young woman hears the word Sweetie again. Her husband’s term for her! Because of this, she cannot shake the image of her husband from her thoughts as the consummation of her rape begins, and this breaks her heart. I am so sorry for this, honey!
“Open your eyes, honey.” Her rapist’s voice is still soft and calm. “I want you to be looking into my eyes when I fuck you.” Judging only be his tone, he might have been telling her that he loved her.
He shakes her by the shoulders again when she doesn’t respond and repeats his order, although this time not so lovingly. When she still does not obey, he pulls her ruined bra from where it is tangled around her shoulders together with the remnants of her sexy white blouse. He wraps the bra straps around her neck and pulls on them in opposite directions, applying tourniquet pressure to her throat. “Open your fucking eyes, bitch!”
Whether it is his words or the threat of strangulation from her own bra, the young blonde’s eyes shoot open. They are partially swollen and teary, but the soft blueness of them is a color that a man can get lost in. “That’s better!” the man hisses, and, leaving his victim’s torn bra around her neck, thrusts forward with his lower abdomen, plunging the rest of his cock deep into the young woman’s pussy. He is rewarded by the biggest pair of bug eyes he has ever seen, before her eyeballs involuntarily roll back in their sockets.
The young blonde, who has been eye fucked by strange men her entire adult life, is now being fucked for real by one of them, and she is incredulous at the feel of his penis as it is shoved inside her. It is much larger than any cock she has ever taken, and it seems that it must be thicker in diameter than the internal bore of her vagina, which is forced to expand in order to receive it. When she first glimpsed the size of his penis, she had feared that it would tear her painfully. To her shocking surprise—could it dare be construed as “relief”?—his cock has been lubricated to such an extent that it actually has taken possession of her quite effortlessly. In fact, the ease with which she has been penetrated might be of greater humiliation than the penetration itself!
The young woman’s rapist begins fucking her with deft thrusts and slow withdrawals. He is amazed at the way she feels on the end of his dick, as though the lips and walls of her tight pussy are clinging to his piston for dear life. As for the young woman, she has felt nauseous for a long time, and the sickening feeling of his penis inside her now causes her to retch. With the gag in her mouth and her nostrils clogged with snot and blood, there is nowhere for the vomit to go. Her body begins to convulse in choking as the vomit fills her passageways and blocks off the last little bit of air that she had been able to get. She can no longer breathe. Her body rocks. Her blue eyes bug outward as she stares upward frantically at her assailant who is now fucking her with firm, in-and-out strokes. When the man notices that his victim is turning blue, he reaches for the gag and rips it from her mouth, knowing she will probably choke to death if he doesn’t. Necrophilia is not his thing. He prefers his women to be very much alive and very aware of what he is doing to them.
With the soaked rag at last freed from her mouth, the young woman rolls her head to its side and allows the vomit in her mouth to pour out, running down her cheek and onto the mattress as she continues to be fucked. She then gasps thankfully for large intakes of air that are now possible with a wide open, gaping mouth. As she breathes in the air, her chest heaving in the process, she seems oblivious to the fact that her rapist is scooting her body, together with the pillow under her ass, to another part off the bed, away from the nasty vomit. She barely hears her assailant telling her that if she screams now with the gag out of her mouth, he will kill her. “Do you hear me?!” he insists, repeating his threat. The young woman, her eyes shut and her mouth as wide open as it can be, nods wearily. Yes. She understands. She is just so very thankful to have the gag pulled from her mouth. Breathing is all she cares about. She will not scream. She would have earlier. Not now. Not any longer.
The stalker, who first spotted his beautiful, young target only hours earlier at that night club where she was partying with her friend and fellow bridesmaids, now consumes his prey with the gusto of the predator that he is. Standing by the side of the bed, with the woman on her back and her legs held in the air by his arms, he fucks her with abandon. Each inward shove of his cock elicits groans that emanate from deep within her and exit though her gaping mouth. The angle in which he is holding her provides maximum penetration, and she acutely feels not only the width of his swollen manhood inside her, but the length of it, as well, as the head of his cocks bangs against her cervix with each inward thrust. When his pace becomes even more frantic, the sounds she makes are one continuous, guttural, animal utterance that could be heard through the door of her hotel room, but then, it was not uncommon for sounds such as these to be heard at this hour in a fancy hotel, and any bellhop passing by who knew his place would have discretely continued on.
After fucking his now compliant young victim in this manner for long minutes, the man tires of holding her legs in the air and shoves her further back onto the bed and crawls on top of her, keeping himself between her legs as he does so. His penis slips from her pussy during this maneuver, but once he has the young woman repositioned where he wants her, he easily guides himself back into her. Allowing her legs to fall to the mattress on either side of his body, he proceeds once again to fornicate with the young blonde with the relish of a starving man crashing a feast. As he sends his cock in and out of her, he pictures her the way she looked earlier in the evening partying with her friends on the joyous occasion of the bachelorette outing. He wonders if she will still be among the brides’ maids at the wedding the next day. If so, it might be fun to sneak into the church and watch her from the back pews.
After a long while, the man, sensing he is on the verge of shooting his rocks, eases off. He is enjoying this immensely, and wants the moment to last. He was right about rape—he is finding it to be a massive turn-on. He reduces his movements to a slow, easy cadence, that of a soft, gentle lover wanting to savor the occasion. His penis still goes into her deeply, and withdraws almost to the point of separation, in cycle after cycle, but in a subtle, sensuous pace now. This slowdown allows the young blonde to gather her breathe, and for the first time she speaks to her rapist. “Please”, she pants, her voice soft, weak. “Please don’t come inside me…I’m not on the pill….”
Her attacker pauses in mid fuck stroke. He looks as her face carefully and asks her to repeat what she just said. “I’m…I…please…please don’t come inside me…” she stammers, her voice a thin, reedy whisper.
“Why” she is asked. There is a trace of humor in the man’s voice, but there is hope in the woman’s weak voice as she again tells him that she is not on birth control. He orders her to tell him this again. She does so, frantically, hoping against hope that he will show her some mercy in this respect. He tells her yet to repeat herself yet again, and when she does, he gives her another fuck stroke which makes her cry out in surprise.
“Don’t stop saying it!” he hisses to her! Suddenly, the woman realizes in disgust that he has only been toying with her. Her humiliation is complete. She stops talking. But then her attacker’s hands are again pulling on the bra straps that have never been taken from around her neck. “Keep telling me this, sweetie!” he rasps. “Tell me not to come in your pussy!”
“Go to hell!” the young woman cries out defiantly, but then then her rapist is pulling the bra straps around her throat so tightly that she panics. “Okay, okay!” she sputters.
“Okay what, bitch?” He doesn’t loosen the straps around his victim’s neck, and gives her three more solid fuck thrusts, each one reminding the young woman of the big difference in cock size between this man and her husband. She quickly banishes this disgusting thought from her consciousness as she resolves to do—to say—what she must say. The bra straps around her throat are hurting her.
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