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Possible Live in Arrangement

... were planning on having a family shortly after. There was simply no way I could keep it, James would divorce me in a heart beat..."Damn that was fucking good!" Isaac whispered, kissing me on the lips. I tried to pull away, but his strong hands wouldn't let me. Every moment of having this bastard inside of me was a painful experience and I wished he would withdraw, but instead he just laid there, his cock lodged deep inside of me. I had to wonder if that was this bastard's plan, to get me pregnant before his supposed best friend, my soon to be husband would even have a chance. Finally he pulled out, chuckling openly at the crude sloshing sound his cock made as it left my pussy. I just laid still for a long moment, trying to catch my breath. As Isaac got dressed, I brushed my dress in place. I glanced at myself carefully in the mirror to make sure no evidence of what just happened showed. As I was doing so, Isaac simply stood at my side with a nasty little leer that made me shiver. "This is just the beginning." He was openly gloating, his beefy arm clasped me close to him. "We're gonna be doing a lot more of this for now on. After the party be ready." After an hour at the party we came back to Ellen's place. I closed the door locking it then turned towards her. Telling her to undress for me. My eyes blazing with lust. She feels her face flush self-concously as she tentatively, almost seductively, took her beautiful blue dress off. The appreciative whistles made her try to cover ...

... her bra- cover breasts, but thought better of it pulling them away and unhooked her bra, dropping it to the floor. Her breasts feel nice and free in the open air and her nipples are hard, like bullets from the fear and cold. A startling cry escapes her lips just before my hand pressed down against her. She feels my weight as I mounted her. She tries to push, unsuccessfully, my hand grasps her throat. She wishes for an instant that she wasn't naked in bed. Her legs are pushed further open by my hips. A prodding sensation against her thigh confirms her thoughts. Tears well up in her eyes as she feels the violation coming for her again. My penetrating glare leaves her fumbling for words and yet submissive to my touch. She screams a muffled cry of surprise, my hand held fast against her mouth and the grip on her throat tightens as I ram her with my swollen, blood filled lust. I push roughly against her, into her, disregarding the lack of moisture to welcome my needs. She is helpless against my pushing and pulling. She sobs as I continue and in guilt of her secretions. Unsure if she should hate me for doing this to her again or if she should like it since it was four hours earlyer I wanted to use her body for the dance of lust. She struggles against me, hitting me and slapping at me as I thrust into her. She feels her body being filled delightfully, despite the fact that I'm violating her sanctity against her will. I seem to laugh in the moans I'm breathing. Tears stream down her ...