Your cock is beautiful – 35

I coaxed her through one more orgasm, and then she slowed things down. She gently pushed my chest, leading me off her. I thought she just wanted me to move, but she raised her legs up in front of her and pushed at my hips with her toes. I smiled at the oddly cute gesture, and got the hint. I pulled out of her, and waited.

She stared up at me, breathing heavily. She swept her hair back, and relaxed.

“Ok.” she said, “Now fuck me.”

I frowned. Now she wanted it rough?

“Stella…” I said.

“No.” she interrupted. “Don’t talk. Just… use me.”

She quickly Mia up to her knees and hugged me, staring into my eyes.

“I want it to hurt.” she said.

I had literally just got used to being gentle with her, and now she wanted me to be violent again? She seemed to be vulnerable for this. I kissed her, softly at first.

“No.” she sighed, pulling away. “Not like that.”

She suddenly slapped me hard, the pain exploding across my cheek. I growled and reacted instinctively, lashing out and grabbing her by the throat. She grabbed my wrist with both hands and squeezed it hard, as if challenging me.

I let her go, and took a deep, slow breath. In an instant, the warm glow of affection I’d felt darkened and turned back into malice. How dare she slap me.

If she wanted it rough, that’s what she’d get.

“On your knees.” I growled, barely holding back my anger.

She obeyed quickly, spinning around to face the head board, presenting her pussy to me. I grabbed her hair and forced her face into the pillows. I wasted no time sliding my thick cock into her, forcefully filling her to the hilt. She gasped with pleasure, and I slapped her bare back hard.

Her ass was still bruised, and I wasn’t sure if she could take more pain there, but my cheek twinged with the pain of her slap, and I reconsidered. I pinched her ass cheeks hard as I continued to thrust into her, fucking her fast and hard.

She tried to speak, but I was barely listening. I pulled her head up by her hair.

“What.” I said, without inflection.

“I need… I’m going to…” she panted.

“Come if you want.” I said.

She moaned with pleasure as I forced her back down, putting pressure against the side of her head to keep her pinned. After only a few seconds she came making wild, guttural grunts and groans.

“That’s it, slut.” I growled, “Fucking cum for me.”

I lost myself in the rhythm of fucking her. This was what I’d wanted to do earlier, at the table, just pound into her all I wanted without having to worry about anything else. Just violently using her, knowing she was loving it as much as I was.

I forced her through another two strong, screaming orgasms before I allowed myself to cum.

I pulled my softening cock out of her, making her coo and whimper. I released her hair and lay down beside her.

It had been a long, confusing, tiring day. Allowing myself that final release calmed me down a little, but I still had to hear what she was thinking. What she would decide.

She immediately turned around and draped herself over my body, wrapping her arms around my neck.

“This is what I want.” she whispered, clinging to me.

“It is?” I answered gently.

“It feels right.” she said, resting her cheek against my chest. “Belonging to you. Being yours. It’s better like this.”

I slid my hand up into her hair and held her close to me.

“I never wanted to be a slut.” she whispered, tearing up. “I remember my dad calling my mom a slut, and I never wanted that to be me.”

Bob said that to Alice? The thought was so jarring.

“I was like 11.” she confessed, quickly, desperately, “I walked out to the stairs in the middle of the night and I could hear them arguing. I think it was because it was the first time she cheated on him. He called her a disgusting slut. I’d never heard of him like that. So full of… hatred. So much contempt.”

I didn’t want to interrupt her. She sounded like she needed to get this off her chest.

“They argued so much in the next few months. He cheated on her, for revenge I think, then it was her turn again. It was awful. I’d listen to them every time they argued, and cry myself to sleep afterwards, just praying they wouldn’t get a divorce.”

She paused to sob bitterly, and I instinctively pulled her closer to me, hugging her tight against my body.

“I remember talking to her.” She said, “My mom. She’d been drinking… not a lot. I never saw her really drunk, but she’d definitely had a glass or two. She pulled me onto her lap and told me I was so lucky, because I was such a pretty little thing. I was so beautiful, I’d grow up into a beautiful woman like her, and then all I’d have to do was find a nice handsome man with a good job to look after me. I just remembered thinking… that’s exactly what she’d done. That’s all my dad was to her; a nice face and a steady paycheck.

I promised myself I would never end up like her. I’d never end up just some slut for some random guy, just using him for money. That’s when I decided to get a job I could be proud of. That’s why I work so hard at school, why I want to be a lawyer… I don’t want to end up like her.”

She stopped to take a few breaths. I couldn’t believe she was talking about the same two people that had practically helped raise me. They’d always seemed so in love with each other. But then, maybe they were. Love’s anything but simple, I knew that even then.

“I avoided sex for so long.” she continued, “I didn’t like talking about, thinking about it, I certainly never wanted to try it. While your sister and all my other friends were out kissing boys and having fun, I just stayed in and studied for tests. I hated being so pretty… but at the same time, I liked it. I never understood it… I hated the idea of anyone touching me, but all I wanted was for boys to look at me, to see how sexy I was. It’s always been so confusing.

Mike was… just inevitable, I suppose. I was sick of being different, of being a freak. Stella the prude, the cock tease, the “go on three dates without even a kiss” girl. I picked Mike because he was popular, and handsome, and all I wanted was to be normal. But I never felt anything from him. He didn’t even turn me on. After my first time with him, I almost cried. I just thought… is this is sex? This was what I’d been isolating myself from, and feeling like a freak because of?

And then… someone told me that size might be the problem. Those huge cocks feel the best. I saw yours, how different you were from Mike, and suddenly I was obsessed. That’s it, I thought. That’s what’ll make me feel normal.”

She looked up at me.

“But you’re right!” she breathed, “I was interested in you because of your size, but it was the way you treated me that turned me on. The confidence that I thought you’d never have… the sheer nerve to turn away a girl as beautiful as me…”

She laughed bitterly, as if at her own vanity.

“And then you called me a slut. I’d never really been aroused like that. I was so excited, I was finally feeling what all the other girls seemed to love so much… and then you called me a slut. The one thing I never wanted to be. So I accepted it.”

I remembered that, the big hazy smile that had spread over her face when she admitted it to me.

“It felt good… to finally not have to be afraid of it any more. I couldn’t be normal without having sex, and I couldn’t do what I was doing with you without being the kind of girl I never wanted to be. So I just accepted it. I would be your slut. If it meant I could finally have real sex, I’d do anything. And all the abuse, the insults, the pain… I thought I was just putting up with it, but… but…”

She sobbed again, and squeezed her arms around me.