"You almost got your rocks off there before," Tom said.
"I wasn't going to cum," Donna spat. "I never could with a little shit-head like you."
"That wasn't a very nice thing to say." Tom laughed. He bunched three fingers together and shoved them deep into Donna's cunt.
The size of this probe was hardly a match for the cock that had just torn away her virginity, but Donna's cunt was still sore from the fucking, and the shock of the sudden intrusion took her breath away. She arched away from him, but he followed her, fucking his fingers to the hilt up her squirming cunt.
Tom dipped his head to her stomach and began to lick out her navel. The sensation was so cool, so tickling, so unexpected, that Donna felt a flush flow over her whole body. Even the continued abuse of her tits was starting to feel less painful, and Donna felt her hips begin to hunch, quite against her will, on his three fucking fingers.
He switched positions before she had time to get used to these new sensations, leaving her navel filled with his spit and her hips grinding several inches off the ground. Now his mouth was behind one of her knees, licking and blowing. He was slowly, expertly, massaging her feet. His hand at her cunt had ceased its probing and was now rubbing rapidly against her pussy's outer lips, setting up a clit-rubbing friction that was driving her wild.
Donna knew she wouldn't be able to hold out against this. When he moved again, taking his hand from her feet and his mouth from her legs, she felt lost, abandoned. Now he was tonguing under her arm, and one of his hands was tickling the crack of her ass even as the other hand found the nub of her clit and began to twist and pinch unmercifully.
Donna moaned, and the thick quality of her groan surprised her. She was involuntarily creaming heavily now, and Tom surely knew how hot he was making her. She was nearly climbing the walls.
"Okay, Donna," Tom said, breaking from his licking at her armpits for a moment. "Beg me now, just like a good little bitch."
He scraped his cock along the firm white flesh of her thigh, leaving another trail of slimy precum.
Donna looked at him, confused, trying to figure out what he wanted. He was tearing at her clit with his fingers so hard that she should have been in agony. She was bucking desperately against that punishing hand. Sweat glossed her squirming, shapely body, sparkling in the light and wetting the carpet beneath her. She was lying open – what more could he want?
"Beg, bitch," he growled. "Now. Beg me to fuck your scummy little cunt."
He wanted her to beg him to rape her, and the terrible thing was that she was almost ready to do just that, if only to bring this thing to an end. He was rubbing his cock back and forth along her shapely thigh. Now he removed his hand from her pussy, leaving her poor cunt convulsing on thin air.
"Start talking, scum cunt," Tom laughed, swinging around between her legs and poking forward with his prick.
The big head of his cock just punched against the pouting red lips of her boiling cunt, and then he drew back, quickly, to avoid her frantic lunges toward him as she tried to capture his cock. He began to rub his prick along her straining, cum-stained inner thighs.
Donna didn't know what to do. She was almost out of her mind, her body so much wildly quivering jelly, but the idea of begging Tom Reynolds to fuck her was more than she could stand. He'd beaten her, raped her, toyed with her body like she was just a piece of equipment lying around for his amusement. For her to bow down so fully to his whims that she would beg for the honor of taking his prick was just too much to stand.
At the thought of his giant prick, though, another convulsion tore through her, and her hips kicked up almost a full foot off the floor. She could feel the outer lips of her cunt peeling back, revealing the creamy pink depths of her pussy sheath. She just couldn't understand why her body was reacting this way. Slippery fuck juices ran down over her tight ass, and Donna knew that she was already humiliating herself.
"I guess you don't want it after all," Tom sighed, then blew hot air across her erect, throbbing nipples.
He grabbed his massive cock in his hand and began drooping his prick on the puffy, pouting lips of her cunt, letting his cock bounce against her drooling flesh again and again. Donna moaned as the shockwaves set her clit to vibrating, brought her so maddeningly close to completion that she couldn't stand it. She wanted his cock right now, worse than she'd ever wanted anything before in her life.
Then, switching quickly once more, he leaned forward and began licking her nipples. He started running the very tip of his prick around the lips of her pussy.
Donna could stand no more. Her anxiety had finally overwhelmed her resistance. Crying in shame, wishing she was dead, she realized that she would have to beg for his prick. He had just come once, so he could keep teasing her for a very long time. She had to stop him now.
"Fuck me," she whispered, her voice catching with her sobs. "Tom, please fuck me."
"What did you say?" Tom smirked, lifting his head from her tits to lick and kiss her delicate throat. "Did the cold little bitch ask me to fuck her?"
"Yes!" Donna cried. Her willpower, her spirit, was broken. This torture had to end. "Fuck me, please. I'm begging you. I can't stand this anymore."
Just as Donna was getting used to one set of tactics, Tom switched to another. Now he just darted the head of his cock a fraction of an inch inside her spasming cunt lips, then pulled back too fast for her to catch him with her gyrating hips.
"For a start that was good. But now tell me what kind of lowly whore you are, tell me about how you'd like my cum in your mouth and on your face, how you'd like to suck my asshole. Oh, and say pretty please while you're at it."
"I'm a whore!" she howled. Her arms were straining so violently at her bonds that her wrists were nearly bleeding. "I want you to fuck me so that juice is pouring out of my pussy. I'll suck your cock, I'll drink your cum, I'll do whatever you tell me forever. Just please, pretty please, fuck me now!"
She began thrashing insanely now. Tom climbed off her head and blew air across the drooping lips of her cunt. He tugged playfully at her cunt hair and mockingly plunged a finger into the deep cup of her navel in a lewd parody of the fuck she so terribly feared.
"Tell me that you'd lick out my asshole if I told you," he ordered. "Tell me that you'd lick my shitty asshole and drink my piss. You would do that for me, wouldn't you?"
"Yes!" she screamed. Her hips were flying now, her cunt juices spraying into the air. She banged her tight, hot little ass-cheeks against the floor with each maddened downward plunge. Drool rolled from the corners of her wide-open, gasping mouth, and her eyes were rolling in her head. "Piss on me now. Shit on me now."
Tom moved up her body, trailing his hand up from her blonde cunt bush over her heaving stomach and through the hollow between her full, bouncing tits. Finally, kneeling beside her head, he tapped his finger on her parted, panting lips. Donna mewled in sorrow.
"Talk's cheap, Donna." He took his cock in his hand, less than an inch away from her face. For Donna it was like looking down the barrel of a shotgun. "There's something else you can do with your mouth that isn't, though."
Donna stared at his cock, her body heaving and sticky with sweat. She was having a hard time thinking, but she was pretty sure that he wanted her to take his prick in her mouth, to give him what some of her girlfriends called blowjobs.
"No!" she screamed. She tried to turn her head away from him, but he took a handful of her thick blonde hair and jerked her face against his cock. The prickhead scraped across her cheek, and she was shocked at just how long and heavy his cock was.