Jane Doe (my favorite) - Sex Stories

Jane Doe (my favorite)

... that same blank stare you're giving me now. Nice to see things worked out so well for you." Her mind searched frantically. Who the fuck was this guy? He went on, "Yeah, just look at you. Used to be such hot shit weren't you? Miss 'Gonna Be a Big Star' someday. One of the 'Beautiful People.' Now you're just another dead fucking hooker with no fucking name." He spit a brittle, smug laugh. His cruel words continued. "You and your little clique. All the cutesy nicknames you had for me. Poindexter. Four-eyes. Pizza face. Yeah, I remember them all. Looks like I got the last laugh though, don't it?" Her eyes would have bugged if they could as her memory crashed together like a jigsaw puzzle made from broken glass. Larry! What was his last name? Larry...Mill-something was all she could remember. Larry Mildew is what they'd called him. An ugly misfit that couldn't even fit in with the dorks. He was an ugly k** and had grown to an even uglier man. The fact that she was at the mercy and judgment of a loser like him added another level of humiliation to this unspeakable scenario. Revulsion rolled through her in waves as his beady eyes leered up and down her nakedness, his breaths becoming deeper. Suddenly his face disappeared, she heard him move toward her feet. A moment later twin vises of heat grabbed just above her knees, pulling them apart with sharp cracking sounds from where her legs joined her body. Each crack brought a small firework of agony. Her feet fell from the table, ...

... spreading her thighs even wider when the calves followed. Her knees reached the edges of the table, held open by the dead weight now dangling below them. She felt even more naked, knowing her neatly trimmed pussy was totally exposed to the light and his hungry stare. Over the hum of the fluorescents boring into her eyes, came the sound of a belt buckle and then a zipper being opened. Her mind vomited what her stomach couldn't as the sounds of him masturbating f***ed themselves into her ears. His sharp jerky breaths became laced with soft grunts as his pace quickened. "So many nights." he grunted, "So many nights I wondered what you looked like naked. Wondered what so many others knew, what it felt like to be inside you. To fuck you." He stopped abruptly. There was the sound of fumbling, and then the crinkle of plastic. The table bumped as he climbed onto it, between her legs. Dread filled her as she knew what was coming next. His face reappeared directly over hers, his stinking breath hot on her cheeks. "I'm finally gonna know." His polluted whisper continued, "I may not be the first, but I'm definitely going to be the last." A moment later, his condom covered cock jabbed into her, burning as his jerky thrusts pushed deeper until his balls seared against her ass. He pushed harder, trying to go still deeper. She was f***ed to watch his expressions of pleasure as his hot cock started to saw in and out of her. Disgust rode her harder than he did, hating each thrust. The cold of the ...