His Fuck Doll. Part 2 - Sex Stories

His Fuck Doll. Part 2

... of my pussy and land on my body. I had just cum on myself. The smell of sweaty bodies and sex filled the room. I had never had an orgasm like that before, and Frank wasn't finished. Before I could even recover, he literally picked me up and threw me on the bed like a rag doll. I was still panting and shaking when he flipped me onto my stomach. He yanked my hips up and put two pillows under me. "Open your legs," he said. I must not have opened them wide enough, because I felt the sting of his strong hand strike my ass. "Open your fucking legs!" he demanded. He put both of his hands on the center of my back and held my upper body down. He entered me so quickly that my body moved. He proceeded to relentlessly hammer away at me for what seemed like five or ten minutes. I began chanting in a squeaking voice. "Fuck me... fuck me." "You like it, bitch?" he replied. "Oh God, please, fuck me," I screamed. "Please!" Frank was tearing me up. Two more thunderous orgasms shuttered through my body. I was light headed, couldn't think straight and put together a coherent sentence. The loudest skin slapping I've ever heard rang in my ears. I realized that it was coming from me. I was mumbling gibberish the whole time, while he called me the dirtiest names in the book. He was literally fucking my brains out. I was his fuck doll. His dirty, slutty fuck doll. After what seemed like an eternity, I heard him begin to grunt. He was getting close. I assumed that he was going to cum inside of me ...

... again when he grabbed my hair. "Turn around," he said as he pulled out of me. "Open your mouth." I watched with my mouth open as Frank stroked his cock. After about ten seconds, I saw the hole in the tip of his cock widen. He grunted loudly as the first stream of cum hit the back of my throat. The second and third weren't as accurate. They ended up on my chin and cheek. After he finished emptying his balls on my face, he pushed me aside and went to the bathroom. When he emerged, I was lying on my bed in a fetal position, looking at him. "No more," I said, "Please, Frank, no more." I meant it halfheartedly, if he had wanted to continue I would have let him. He crawled on the bed next to me. He was over his domination mode. Suddenly the nice gentle man I had met re-emerged. "Are you all right?" he asked. "Yes," I whimpered. Frank then held me for about ten minutes as I periodically shook. I needed to regain my composure, to recover. Finally I looked at him. "That was amazing." I said. He replied, "I didn't over do it, did I?" "God no," I said. I had just received the roughest, dirtiest and best fuck of my life. I stood in front of the mirror and looked at myself. My hair was soaked, my body was covered with sweat and my cum and my face was covered with his. I felt like a cheap whore and was treated like one. I had enjoyed every second of it too. I was like a giddy little high school girl. I saw Frank sitting on the bed, with his back against the headboard and his huge cock lying on ...