I sit at the small Formica table naked in the darkened motel room. The only light coming from a cheap bedside lamp with a torn pleated shade. It casts a suggestive red glow on everything it can reach, too weak to make it into the corners. I take a swig of Jack out of the bottle and admire my work.

She lies diagonally on the bed, long pale legs spread slightly from exhaustion, inner thighs open, exposing her glistening wet pussy. Her white lace bra has slid uncomfortably up above her small breasts, light rosy nipples relaxed. The bedside post has a striped tie tightly tied around it. Following its taught trajectory, two hands with long fingers and black nail polish are held together above her head. Short, violently tussled blond hair peaks out from under a white silk ribbon that acts as a blindfold. The roots have been showing for a long time.

I take another sip, slowly, savoring the silence, taking in this image before me. The bottom sheet is rumpled, causing erratic shadows across the bed that only highlight the smoothness and innocence of her skin.

I walk over and kneel to the side, looking down on her, getting slightly harder. Her lips, partially open, are swollen, corners angled up, bottom lip protruding, begging to be touched. I abide its wish and, holding her chin in my palm, run my thumb across it. She sighs a little from my touch, softly wakening from her rest. Tenderly I trace down her center, down her exposed neck, over the bra, between her breasts, across the landscape of her torso.

I reach her sex and play over the hairless entrance, deftly moving my fingers to spread open what I want to feel. In response, her knees spread apart farther on their own. I slide a finger in. The same thumb that so gently caressed her lips finds her clit while another finger enters her. She moans again. Inside her with one hand, I use the other to release the blindfold.

Her eyes are open now, eyeliner smudged, eye shadow ruined. The darkness surrounding her bright blues makes them pierce my lust even more. Awake, she licks her lips and opens her mouth. Her eyes beg me. I pull out my fingers and rest them on her waiting tongue so she can taste what I am about to fuck. She sucks and I move deeper down her throat. I see a flicker of pain when she gags. No novice to this, she gains her composure, swallows the discomfort and sucks again.

I remove my fingers from her mouth, stand, and slap her hard across her cheek. She whimpers as she recovers and looks up at me with watered eyes, a mix of hate and lust. I cross over her to straddle her head, knees pressing down on her arms so she cannot move.

Holding myself above her, I put one hand on her throat and aim my cock towards her mouth with the other. Her cheeks redden as she opens wide in anticipation. I lean forward. Her tongue strains towards me and once she is in reach, she obediently licks, wrapping her mouth around my head. I pull away quickly and she lifts her head to keep it in, testing her restraints. My hand around her throat tightens as I push her back on the bed.

She may be the one struggling, the victim tied down, at my mercy, but she has also won. I cannot wait anymore and drive into her waiting throat. She takes all of it and her hips shift behind me, half fighting for air, half waiting for more. I fuck her mouth. Slow at first and then harder as she gets used to my size. When I pull back, she pushes forward. When I make her gag, her hands struggle and she begins to tear up. I do not stop until her eyes are watering and her make-up begins to streak. When I pull out for the last time, she gasps and struggles to find me again. I reach behind me and slide my fingers inside her.

She is very wet.

I shift to the side and finger her hard, first two, then three fingers. My pinky easily enters her ass as her fluids have been pouring out of her. We have a no talking rule and I know when she cannot control herself when she starts to bite her bottom lip. Just as quickly as I removed myself from her mouth, I remove my fingers. She looks at me, lips tight, eyes wide and aware. I have seen this look before and know what she wants. But she will not get it yet.

I move my hand calmly to her breasts and take a nipple between my fingers. I squeeze and twist. She arches her back toward the pain and a flash of anger fills her eyes. I meet her gaze and with a slight smirk, take her tit in my mouth and suck. One hand on one, mouth on the other, I move back and forth between the two, sucking and tweaking, taking as much of her as I can, nibbling hard enough to leave her with bite marks. It makes me harder to know she is in a little bit of pain.

I flip her over as she is. Her wrists get tangled tighter together. She is uncomfortable and compromised. I look at her ass with incredible greed, still red from earlier. I can see palm shaped bruises beginning to form already. I give her another hard spank. Her whole body flexes in response, but she cannot hide her desire. I thrust into her hard and fast, going deep all at once. She bucks back to take more of me, wet and eager as I enter.

I pound into her, hard as stone into the softness of her pussy. Her sounds get more desperate and she fights to keep quiet. The pure animal noises that escape urge me on. I tug her hair back and turn her head so I can see her mouth. I fuck harder. She is mine in every sense of the word. I own every part of her. I could untie her at any moment and she would hold still if I told her, I just like to give her the option to struggle. She is in heaven, and from her breathing I can tell she is almost there. I want her cum… but not yet. I slow my pace, but keep the depth.

Then she breaks a rule.

Out of pure impulse, she calls out: “Please. God. Fuck me!”

It almost drives me over the edge remembering the feeling of her cumming with me inside: her pulsating triggering my own orgasm. But I stop. She needs to be punished for her outcry. I pull out. She pants in anticipation; a cornered animal awaiting the unknown. I look down at her quivering pussy and tight little ass. My shaft, jumping with the beat of my heart, floats above, covered in her white sticky mess.

I spread her cheeks and aim my cock at her asshole, pushing my way in. She moans in half pleasure, half pain. My head goes in and she relaxes to accept me, opening up as I thrust all the way. Another moan. This one is different. She will accept me and let me fuck her this way as hard as I want with no complaint…. but for now it hurts. She knows this. She wants this. Her mouth is pursed tight and her eyes begin to water. This is what I have been waiting for: this visible pain and her inability to hide it any longer.

Then I break the rule. I pause, all of me filling up her taboo and ask:

“Where is my cock?”

“God…” I can hear the struggle in her voice, the immense concentration she is putting in to give me a measured answer. Through clenched teeth I hear: “In my ass…”

I slowly side back…“Do you like getting fucked in the ass?”

She begs: “Yes.”

I plow deep into her again. “Do you want me to fuck your ass harder?”

The tears are flowing, and through a muffled cry, “Yes. Yes…”

I continue, this time a little slower, this time with my fingers rubbing her clit. I watch her mouth open again. Little cries begin to escape. When I feel she is getting close, I stop with her clit and fuck her ass harder bringing her to the brink. I taunt her. Toy with her. Fingers down her throat. Hair pulled. Ass slapped. It is going fast and hard now. Everything I can think of to do to her from this position until I can feel it.

“Are you ready to cum?”

“Please yes…”

“Do you want me to cum in your tight little ass?”

“Oh, Fuck, Please yes…”

I grab both her hips. My natural desire takes over and I won’t stop it now. Her pussy is soaking. She begins to cum and I can feel her entire body responding to my brutal attack. The feeling of her getting tighter pushes me further. With a last deep thrust, I explode inside her with a roar like a lion. Her sounds almost match mine with pleads to God that are answered in only one way. I can feel my seamen filling her up as she continues to tremble. I let go of her hips and lay on top of her, our sweaty bodies melding together in heat and exhaustion.

* * *

I catch my breath and pull out gently. She gives one last moan of pleasure. I lie on my back and relax, leaving her still slightly trembling. When she has rested, she worms her way up the bed and unties herself. She kneels and rubs her wrists, wipes away the dried tears and quickly runs her fingers though her hair. The bra is removed and thrown towards the chair. Having gained her composure, she rolls over and kisses me on the cheek, wrapping her arms and legs around me like a koala.

She whispers in my ear: “You’re not done yet.”

With no chance to respond, she straddles me, pinning me as I did her. Reversing rolls even more, she slaps me across the face smirking the same way I did. I don’t move as she leans forward and kisses me deeply on the mouth. Her tongue opening my lips, playing with me, teasing me. She kisses me more, my cheeks, my neck, my earlobes. Slowly and with a calm sense of control, she kisses her way down my chest until she gets to my slowly re-awakening cock. She takes part of the tip in her mouth and bites gently. This gets my attention.

But she’s not ready to take me yet.

Her hands slide down my thighs and move to my balls, tickling them lightly as her head hovers above watching me as I grow, eyes alight with desire. When I have reached my potential, she takes my full erection with one hand and plunges her mouth onto me in one full motion. It is my turn to gasp as she pushes farther and I can feel myself enter deep in her throat. She holds it as her tongue exits her mouth and licks.

It is incredible. I want more. She starts to pull back up, so I grab the back of her head and hold her down. She fights. Her hands move to my thighs to give her leverage. Her eyes flash open then close and she begins to tear and I hear the sound I want.

She gags.

I release her.

Drool following the tip of my dick to her bottom lip. She gasps, takes one breath and then heads back down, stroking me and sucking me hard and fast eager to please me.

Good girl.

But she wants something else. She stops and mounts me, taking my cock in her hand and sliding it slowly into her dripping pussy from behind. She was mine and still is mine, but she is using me now.

She shifts between her hands on my chest to her hands in her hair to her hands on her tits, Riding me hard as I hold her hips and grab her ass. I am so deep inside her I can feel her every move as she gets wetter and wetter and tightens as she comes closer to cumming.

And she does.

Her head is back, hair a mess, mouth wide open, hand’s almost holding her up. The exposed throat arouses me more insider her as I feel her convulse around my cock as she moans out in absolute ecstasy. I own her even more now.

I throw her off as she is still quivering from her enjoyment, off the bed, towards the wall. She catches herself and stands naked against it holding herself up. Her ass is red, and she is shaking. Barely holding herself up. I move off the bed quickly and go to her. I hold her up and slide myself in her creamy cunt. She accepts every inch that I have to offer. I pull her hands behind her back and pin her against the wall while I fuck her hard. My other hand presses her head against the cheap dirty wallpaper. I am getting close to finishing again… as is she. I don’t care about her desires anymore, my animal instincts have kicked in and all I want is MY desire to finish. With a roar of internal emotion, I cum inside her, filling her up for a second time. My cumming releases her next orgasm, and as I stand, emptying into her, she pulls every ounce out of me.

I step back and let her collapse in the corner. There is a dent in the drywall where her head was. I do not help her up or cuddle her. I am done with this whore and need to rest. I walk around the bed, move the bra and sit back at the table. A line of coke is waiting for me. I snort it and take a long thirsty pull of Jack.

She is curled up in the corner, a ball of ravished human flesh, naked and wet.