Ellen sat upright looking around her bedroom. Silvery moonlight cast black, inky shadows across the floor and plunged the corners of the room into impenetrable darkness. She strains to isolate the sensation that has shocked her awake, is it a sound, a sudden cold air draft from the air conditioner coming on? Straining her eyes, she peers into the corners of the room, trying to identify the shapes she sees. A shiver runs along her spine as she clutches the neck of her flimsy nightgown tightly around her neck. ” Who’s there?” she calls hoarsely.
There is no reply as she silently curses to herself for thinking that there might have been one. Swinging her legs over the side of the bed, Ellen stood up sliding her feet into a pair of slippers walking quietly to the door. Putting her hand on the door handle she frowns, trying to remember if she has pushed the door closed, or left it ajar when she went to bed. As she twisted the handle, Ellen feels a sudden rush of air behind her and a damp, smelly cloth is held over her mouth and nose, almost suffocating her. She tries to reach back and scratch me, to claw at me but my grip feels like iron and she seems to melt as the noxious fluid soaking the cloth over her face made her woozy. She wobbles weakly for a moment and then her knees buckle and she slides, gracelessly to the floor.
Ellen is unconscious for nearly a quarter of an hour as I prowl quickly through the apartment, making sure that they are alone. When I return to the bedroom, Ellen is groggy but beginning to come round as the effects of the drug I had soaked the cloth with wore off. She shook her head violently, partly to clear it and partly to put up at least a show of resistance. She cries out as I grab her arm starting to drag her across the room towards the bed. She has to struggle to her feet, I throw her roughly onto the bed. She desperately wants to scream, but fear has paralised her. She watches, helplessly, as I roughly spread her legs wide. She shakes her head, unable to believe that I’m in her apartment. I kneel on the edge of her bed and she closes her eyes, revolted by me. ” Now Ellen,” I hiss, ” Be a good girl and we’ll have a little fun together, then I’ll be gone.”
Ellen looks at me, her eyes filled with fear and her tongue still. She shudders as I lift the hem of her nightdress as I begin to yank the flimsy fabric. Her breath caught in her chest as the cloth parts, removing the ruined nightdress with my fingertips and pausing, for a moment to stare at her breasts. Ellen closes her eyes, desperately praying for me to leave. With her eyes closed, she imagines that she sees me watching her. The bed shifts and she flinches as she feels my damp, cool palm cupping her breast and my fingers pinching her nipple. Turning her head as far as she can, Ellen bites her lip to keep from crying, determined that I would not see her pain and fear. My hand clamps around her jaw forcing her head round. She feels my breath on her cheek and smells scotch and cigar remnants, strong enough to make her gag, and then I’m pressing my lips against her mouth, thrusting my tongue between her lips, the taste of my breath making her gag. Instinctively she bites down on my tongue invading her mouth tasting blood as I jerk back, snarling. ” Bitch!” I growled, ” I told you to relax and we’d have fun but you had to spoil it. Now I’m gonna have fun and Yenimaahalle Escort you’re not gonna like it Ellen.”
I reach down again pinching her nipple, squeezing it and pulling on it until it swells and hardens, despite her revulsion. I lower my mouth onto her breast, sucking on her nipple with wet, slobbering sounds, moving my mouth from one to the other until they are both wet and slimy with my spit. Ellen screws her eyes tight shut and strains against my body, holding her down. Her nipple still in my mouth, I close my teeth biting into her flesh, pinching the tender nugget and biting down until, unwillingly, Ellen moans in pain. I open my mouth, releasing the tender, bruised flesh of her nipple, angrily reddened where my teeth had compressed the delicate tissues and nipped at her other nipple, crushing it between my teeth and grinding them from side to side until she moans again in pain. I release her nipple, a trace of her blood on my lips from where my teeth had broken her skin. Ellen strains against me again, pushing until her muscles burn and the pain in her arms is unbearable. She collapses against the bed, her breath coming in great heaving pants.
She feels my hands pulling her panties down to bare her tender shaved pussy, the lips undeveloped and the hood over her soft clit prominent. Ellen’s back arches in pain as I thrust a finger between the lips of her pussy, probing roughly inside her dry vagina. She turns her head, so that I would not see the shame in her eyes, at this brutal and intimate violation. ” Please,” She begs in a whisper, ” No, not that.” I ignore her hoarse, tortured words pushing my finger deeper inside, rough and uncaring of her pain. Her passage is dry and very tight with fear, and she feels my finger, thrusting inside her, like a bar of hot metal. I snort; a sound comprised of disappointment and anger, and then thrust my finger into her mouth, squeezing her cheeks with my other hand to stop her from biting into it. ” Suck it, Ellen!” I snap.
Tears filling her eyes, Ellen sucks on my finger, tasting my sweat and the fainter flavor of her own pussy. I work my finger back and forth, over her tongue, as I coat it in her spit, moistening it and lubricating it for a further assault on Ellen’s pussy. Sliding my finger out of her mouth, I laugh into her pleading eyes as I press my finger between the lips of her pussy. The slipperiness of her spit eases my way a little, this time, but she is still clenched tightly in fear and my finger feels like hot iron as I push it into her pussy, making her eyes go as round as saucers. She tries to shake her head, to beg me to stop, but the words would not come out and her gaze is fixed on my eyes, hypnotised by my manic glare. She hears my breath, ragged and whistling, smelling tobacco and scotch as my arousal increases. Suddenly, the pressure in her pussy eases and the bed shifts as I stood upright. Ellen tries to lift her head and then lets it flop back onto her pillow as she sees me unfastening the zipper of my pants pushing them down to allow my hard cock to spring free. A strong smell of musk and sweat assails her nostrils and she closes her eyes, sobbing silently, all thought of resisting me forced from her mind by the glimpse of my hard cock.
Ellen remembering my hard cock, from previous encounters, my monster hard cock, jutting proudly Escort Yenimahalle above the tight sac of my balls, is thick and ridged with throbbing veins. She remembers that my cock is big and has problems penetrating her tight pussy, her pussy is unable to cope with that beast stretching and ripping her open. Ellen feels tears burning her eyes as she finally accepts that I’m going to take her like I did in our previous encounters, she cringes as she thought of feeling my long thick hard cock forcing its way inside her. The bed dips again and she feels my fingers between her thighs, parting the lips of her pussy, spreading them wider and then feels my hard blunt, cock head nudging between them. She feel the hard broad head of my cock pressing at the opening of her pussy stretching her, making her delicate tissues burn as I push forward then eases back, time and again. She turns her head squeezing her eyes tightly closed, tears trickling from the corners of her eye and running down her cheeks. Her lips part in a soundless ‘Aaaah’ of pain and I grunt on top of her, my foul breath hot on her face.
” Relax, Ellen,” I grunted, ” it’ll be much easier for you. Let your cunt relax, then it won’t hurt – not as much anyway.”
Ellen wants to beg me to stop, to tell me that she is so tight and dry that I’m hurting her, she knew, that it would only excite me more and make me more determined to plunder her sweet tight pussy, with my hideously hard cock. I grunted again pushing harder, this time the pain becoming so intense that she whimpers as my cock thrusts a little deeper into her pussy, butting against the delicate walls of her narrow tight tunnel. I feel the resistances and my lips curl in an evil grin. ” I have enjoyed your hot piece of ass previously, Each time is a challenege.” I growled.
Tightening my hips and buttocks, I thrust hard, pinning her to the bed, as my cock head burst through her narrow tunnel, tearing her and making her gush blood over the head of my hard cock. She feels as though a blowtorch has been thrust inside her and is burning her as I hold her down with my weight on her hips. She tries to bend her back and push me off. Pulling back, I ram my cock back inside, with a wet, squelching noise, filling her again and pistoning my cock inside her pussy. The blood from her torn and stretched walls did not discourage me, each time I fuck her there is blood. It makes it easier for Ellen to take my pounding cock, as it lubricates her dry, tight tender passage.
Ellen feels my cock stretching her and the grinding of my pubic hair and mound against her clit is disgusting, her clit starts to harden and swell, just as it did previously when I fucked her. Her breathing shortens and her pussy starts to contract as my cock thrusts in and out. Ellen feels her belly tightening and her breasts swelling, her nipples aching and a dirty whisper in her mind telling her to let go and cum on my cock. Her thighs tighten and suddenly she feels as though she is swooping through the air barely able to breath and her whole body wracked by spasm. Her face flushed in shame as she feels me deep inside her and feels her pussy squeezing my cock. ” Yes!” I growl, “Cum on my cock Ellen!”
Ellen writhing on the bed, her blood oozing around my cock and staining the sheets under her. She feels my cock, hard and swollen inside her Yenimahalle Escort Bayan hot and throbbing as I pull back and ease the head from between her pussy lips, letting a reddish stained gush of fluid spill onto the bed and down the cleft between her buttocks. Ellen groans softly, her chest sweaty and heaving and her mind clouded with the shame of cumming while I’m fucking her. She feels exhausted; she can not fight or move. Ellen feels rough hands grabbing her and turning her onto her belly and then shoving pillows under her hips to lift her ass high in the air. She moans weakly, trying to push herself away from me, the strength seems to have drained from her limbs like water and they feel like sacks of lead shot, heavy and unresponsive. She shakes her head, weakly, as I spread the cheeks of her ass with my fingers, brushing my fingertips over the pucker of her asshole and watching it clench and then relax, winking at me. She shudders as she feels the blunt head of my cock pressing against the dark ring, then sobs as I press forward, stretching her, her own blood, smeared over my cock, lubricating her opening and making it easier for me to penetrate her.
Ellen feels me pushing her harder into the mattress, crushing her breasts against the sheets and pressing the head of my cock further into her asshole. She feels the swollen head forcing its way past her tightly clenched anus and tries to push down and force me out but only succeeds in opening the tight ring of her anus and making it easier for my cock to slide inside her. She screams, a weak, reedy cry, as the head of my cock slides past the ring of her asshole and I drive my cock into her ass. My fingers digging into her hips and I pull her roughly back onto my cock, making her grunt in pain as I fill her ass. She sobs, her tears staining the sheet beneath her cheek as I slide my cock slowly but forcefully in and out of her ass, grinding my hips in slow, lazy circles as my cock sinks deeper and deeper.
Ellen feels the prickle of my hairy ball sac, pressing against the smooth cheeks of her tight, rounded ass, and the weight of my body pressing her onto the bed. She feels helpless as I pin her down, beneath my body grunting with every thrust into her tender, bruised asshole. Ellen sobbing in pain and humiliation as I plunge my cock into her ass, one hand beneath her, fingering her slit as I pounded her ass. She feels the burning heat of every thrust and feels the shame flood through her as my fingers on her clit and the mingling of pain and excitement of feeling my cock plunging into her making her body betray her by tightening in readiness for another reluctant orgasm. She feels my cock jerking in her ass and, involuntarily, thrusts her ass back towards me, impaling herself on my cock. Releasing her clit, I pull her hard against me and begin to spurt hard into her ass, the thick wads of my cum stinging the tender walls of her ass.
I seem to cum forever, spraying thick goo against the walls of her ass. Ellen groaning softly as she feels my cock jerking in her ass and then, triggered by one flick of my fingernail against her erect clit, she screams orgasmically as spasms wrack her body and I force her to cum again, my cock, buried in her ass, beginning to shrink and soften slowly. Slowly, I ease my cock out of her ass, smiling as I notice the flecks of blood on her ass cheeks where I had torn her anus and on her thighs, where it had dripped from her violated pussy. Then I pull my pants around my waist and fasten the zipper, buckle my belt and leave Ellen, barely conscious, , bloody and shattered, when she wakes up.