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Taken By Default

... with no time to relieve it first of the spent air. The woman on top of me was oblivious to my predicament as she noisily rode herself to an almost unending series of savage climaxes, smearing my face and her cunt with a slimy mixture of her own vaginal and intestinal excretions. Act V: Where she dispatches me She remained immobile on top of me for what seemed like an hour, breathing heavily. My face was still deeply embedded in her twitching cunt, but I had swallowed enough of the shit in my mouth to draw in fresh air if I lowered my jaw and stretched my lower lip beneath the rim of the thick outer cuntlips. It meant breathing in hairs from her battered cunt, but that seemed the least of my problems. I’m not sure what I expected when she finally got up. I was an emotional wreck, wrought with feelings of need, guilt, humiliation and frustration. She disappeared into her bedroom without a word or even looking back at me. I heard the shower come on. I wasn’t sure what to do. Could I join her in the shower? Should I wait here for further orders? Should I dress and leave before she came back? I had not climaxed. My dick was so hard and it was twitching wildly, I felt that if I touched it I would immediately ejaculate. I wanted to cum desperately, but I wanted it to be with her, to melt into her until not a single shred remained that I could call my self. When she came out of the bathroom, she was wearing a bathrobe and her hair was wrapped in a towel. She was about to lie down on ...

... the bed, but then she saw me sitting on the floor and stepped out into the sitting area. Although just minutes ago she had fucked the living daylights out of me, her attitude was of a coldness and distance that hurt me almost physically. ‘What are you still doing here?’ ‘I-I thought…’ ‘I’m through with you. You can go. Close the door behind you as you leave.’ She retraced her steps towards the bedroom. ‘B-but… don’t you… can’t I…’ She turned around in the double doors. ‘What?’ The annoyed look on her face made it clear that I was outstaying my welcome. I suddenly became painfully aware of the stickiness on my face and the sharp taste of shit in my mouth. Certainly I couldn’t be a sight inviting to tenderness and love, even if it was she who had rendered me in this state. Indeed the most graceful outing would have been leaving while she was still in the shower. But I wasn’t ready to completely let go of her. Not that I was in any way keen on a repetition of what had transpired in this room tonight. Still, all the crude intimacy along with her unbridled exigency had carved this woman into a special place inside my heart. She had touched something in me that I hadn’t known existed and that to this day I am unable to name or even fathom. ‘W-will I see you again?’ ‘No.’ Just that. No. ‘I… I’ll look for you in the bar tomorrow.’ ‘I won’t be there.’ ‘I want to see you again.’ ‘I see no reason for that. I got what I needed from you. There’s nothing else I need that you can give me.’ ...