"What's your fucking problem, wench?" he asked. "What is going on in that little mind of yours anyway? Are you dreaming up some kind of way to get back at me? Huh? Well, if you are…" He lashed her buttocks with the whip… "then you are sorely mistaken. Understand?"
"No! No! I wasn't thinking about anything! I just want to be freed from these ropes. Please, Bruce," she begged. "It feels awful to be tied up and left totally helpless. Let me go and I'll do anything you want."
"Fuck you, bitch!" Bruce began to finger Melissa's cunt-lips. He spread them apart and teased her with his thick fingers, pinching her clit and rubbing his knuckles across her cunt-lips.
"You'll like this, you little slut. You'll like this a lot. I'm gonna make you nice and hot. I'll get you real wet and hot and creamy with cunt-juice. And then, you'll feel my cock sliding into your juicy pussy. I'll ram every inch of my giant prick into your snatch, and you'll just have to take it all."
Damn! Bruce sure was a sickie, Melissa thought and a real bastard. The way he spoke to her was gross and obscene, but, somehow, it seemed to turn her on. She felt ha cunt begin to swell, and a feeling of lust enveloped her loins. She was hot and eager. There was no doubt about it. But she hated herself for feeling hot for Bruce. Bruce was an evil bastard. Sure, he had a giant prick, and he knew how to use it to maximum effectiveness. And he was a handsome stud. But Bruce was a sadist, a jerk, a lewd, pompous asshole. It was ridiculous for her to get sexually aroused by such a fucking asshole. But it was happening. As much as she hated to admit it, she was getting hot. Her cunt seethed with unfulfilled lust and passion. She wanted Bruce's prick, his gigantic cock. And she wanted it now. She hated him, but, God dammit, she wanted – she needed – his mammoth cock now. Right now!
"Oh, Bruce!" she gasped. "Give it to me. Give me all of your cock. Please! Fuck me, Bruce! Fuck me with all of your giant prick. I need it! Please!" she screamed.
Bruce moved in from behind. He pinched her ass-cheeks hard. She cried out in pain. Then he leaned forward, pressed his huge cock-tip against her flaming red cunt-lips and uttered, "Now you're getting into the swing of things, sweet-cunt. I like it when you beg for it. You didn't do such a hot job sucking my cock, but maybe now that you're all tied up with no place to go, you'll give me a good fucking. What do you say, bitch?"
"Oh, yes, Bruce. I'll fuck you really good. I promise. Take me from behind. I'll make my cunt me and small. I'll squeeze your cock and make you feel real good. Just give me the chance. I won't let you down. Trust me."
"Okay, you little slut," rasped Bruce. "Here it comes." He rammed his giant cock into her pussy to the hilt. Jerking wildly, Bruce pumped her cunt. Pumped her hard. Stabbed into her pussy with hard, deep, penetrating thrusts. Sluiced through her cuntal opening and far into her twat with such tremendous force that she felt his prick-tip way up in her belly. She glanced down at her stomach, half expecting that his giant cock would actually pierce through her skin and come out through her flesh. His cock felt so good, so delicious. He filled her cunt to the brim with lovely, hard prick.
"Oh, my God! It's so damned good! Your cock is so big and hard," she rasped. "I can't believe it. It's just so terrific! Keep fucking me, Bruce! I love it! I love it!"
My it was all true. As much as she hated Bruce, she had to admit that he was one hell of a stud. He had a giant cock that was for sure. But Melissa had fucked many guys with small cocks, and some of them were good in bed too. She had long ago learned that it was not the size of the cock that mattered. It was how the guy used his cock that really counted. And Bruce was an expert. She hated Bruce for being a sadist and an all-around sexual pervert. But, she had to admit that this guy knew how to fuck a woman. Bruce was all man, every inch of him.
"Just keep on grinding, bitch," Bruce said. "Just keep on bumping and grinding until I get my rocks off. This time I'm gonna cum. I'm gonna shoot my load right into your hot little box. So get ready, 'cause here I come."
Melissa steeled her nerves. She prepared herself for the powerful onslaught of Bruce's pent-up cum. His balls were loaded with thick jism. And he was going to shoot it all into her cunt. She got ready to receive it. At the same time she got ready to experience her own climax. She was ready for one. She was almost there. In fact, she was there!
"Uunnggghbhh! Oh, God help me… Uunnggghhhh! Ohhhhh." Melissa moaned as chills of ecstasy ran up and down her spine. She felt as though she had gone to heaven. It felt so good, so hot. Her cunt tingled with beautiful sensations of lust.
It was hard for her to believe, but Bruce had actually made her cum. His huge cock had stroked her to a terrific orgasm. Maybe, she thought, maybe Bruce wasn't such a bad guy after all but her thoughts were quickly interrupted by the slashing of a horse whip on her neck and shoulders.
"Don't you dare stop fucking now, sweet-cunt!" Bruce shouted in a threatening voice. "You just keep on going until I've had my fill, bitch!"
Bruce pumped furiously into her cunt. He hammered away, grinding his hips, stroking brutally into her pussy. His cock-tip pounded her thin cuntal walls until they hurt. Bruce was in a veritable fury of lust and passion. He was determined to cum in Melissa's cunt and he whipped up his passion by whipping her shoulders with the horse whip. The whip slashed hard upon her back and shoulders. Sometimes the tip of the thin leather lash cracked against her tits, causing her to wince in pain. She simply had to make him cum soon or she would be a mass of welts and bruises.
Melissa concentrated all of her strength and energy into tightening her pussy-muscles around his swollen cock-tip. She squeezed as hard as she could, entrapping his prick in her cunt, holding it light, milking the cum out of his cock.
"Oh, shit! Fuck! Piss! Get it sweet-cunt! Get it! Oh, my cock… it feels so damned good. I'm gonna cum if you keep it up. Yeah! Yeah! I'm cumming!"
She felt his thick, hot load fill her curt. It felt as though he had shot a gallon of jism into her pussy.
Bruce pulled his cock out of her curt and fell backwards, sitting on the floor. Then he rolled aver on his side and relaxed, savoring his powerful orgasm. "Oh, that was all right, bitch," he said. "You did a pretty good job, I must admit. Just make sure you keep that pussy nice and tight for me so I can get my kicks whenever I get the urge for a good fucking." He breathed deeply and sighed with pleasure.
Meanwhile, Melissa felt awful. She looked like a cheap slut. Her make-up was all smeared from when Bruce had rubbed his cock all over her face in her eyes and nose and mouth. She was covered with sweat, and her hair hung in a tangled mass about her flushed face. Her checks were red and hot, and her facial make-up was caked in places. Thin red stripes, marks from the whipping she had received, were visible on her shoulders, neck, back and tits. They were not deep welts, and they were not bleeding, but the stripes of punishment and torture were visible nonetheless.
Then she felt the thick, gooey mixture of cunt-juice and sperm running in slow-moving, obscene rivulets down her inner thighs. Bruce's jism was streaming out of her cunt. Her sexual desires were satiated and now she felt ashamed of herself ashamed for having given in to Bruce's wild and perverse demands upon her body. He had ravished her. He had taken her against her will. First, he had forced her to suck his cock. Then he had tied her up and used her. Used her cunt to satisfy his gross feelings of unbridled lust. But, worst of all, she had gotten off on it all. At first, she had fought him. But, after a while, she wanted him. She had wanted his giant prick. Craved it. She had acted like a wanton hussy, a two-bit whore. Worse than a two-bit whore because she was not even getting paid. In short, she felt like two cents waiting for change.