Beauty and Her Beast Ch. 02 - Sex Stories

Beauty and Her Beast Ch. 02

... Instead, she resorts to sweetness. "Please don't, Sir, please, not like this...please don't." She lifts her face so I can see her reflected in the mirror, her eyelashes flutter, and her lips quiver in this adorable way. She looks so heart-breakingly cute. Not that it would stop me, because her flirty, seductive begging makes my cock pulse harder.

It's different this time. I'm not doing anything to help her enjoy it. No warm up, no fingers to make this easier. I want to show my little whore what it means when I use her. And I, well, I want to use her, force her, to make as close to rape as I can. The thought makes me throb harder. She's squeezing her legs together in a last attempt to fight me off, but I shove a knee between them, and lift her ass. I pull her head by her hair - "You watch when I take you. Look at your face while you get what you deserve. Cup those tits and show them to me." She squeals at the pain when I lift her by the hair before she tilts up her scared face, and she's fighting not to squeeze her eyes closed. She uses her trembling hands to cup her full, bruised tits so I can see them in the mirror. The rush of power as she obeys without hesitation makes me feel more alive, blood pumping through my veins...and I swear to god I didn't think I could get any harder, but her little face and pathetic little mewling make me so hard it almost hurts.

I go into her as rough and fast as I can. She's like the fucking ocean, completely soaked, and her tight ...

... little pussy stretches as I pump into her, gripping my cock like a glove. The transformation on her face is instant, it changes from fear to ecstasy as her shrieks ring my ears and her pussy throbs around my cock while she has her first orgasm. "Yeah? You were made to be used like this. Were you pretending you didn't want my hard cock railing your little wet little pussy? You came on my cock before I even got in all the way in. You are lower than a whore, sweetheart, you're just a toy I can use whenever I want." It was a thrill, a rush of power everytime I came up with more and more clever words to degrade her, and hearing her moan and scream while I did, feeling her beg me for more, so desperate and needy for my cock. She buckles against me, drops her head, and screams as her muscles flutter around me. I feel the plug through her, pushing back on my cock as I slide in and out.

"Do you like it when I use your pussy to get myself off, sweetheart?"

"Yes, Sir, yes, please use me..." Her words turn into a moan, because she's not really in a state to form thoughts. The way she orgasms, so hard and so frequently that I can feel it through a condom, there's nothing like it. It feels so fucking good when she tightens around me, that tight grip, those fluttering muscles...and to know I can bring someone to that, give someone that type of pleasure. I was the cruel vampire she called me, and I was the demon-king that ruled over her through bliss and torture, too. I'd never felt so ...