Coughing and spluttering, Donna writhed beneath him. Cum poured out over her lips in a thick white wave, flowing back over her cheeks.
Tom backed off even farther now, pumping his cock and spraying his jizz at her open mouth. He felt as though he hadn't come in a year instead of having just blown his wad minutes ago, and he clogged her mouth with his spunk. One shot bounced off her front teeth and drooled down her chin, another went too high, sluicing up over her nose and then drooling down over her upper lip.
Through it all, Donna continued to wildly buck and grind beneath him, her sweaty, straining body wracking its way through an unwanted, vile orgasm. Even the cum he was drenching her face with seemed less terrible now, the salty, sticky stuff tasting good in her mouth and feeling good on her throat as she swallowed.
It seemed to go on forever, and it never really did end. Finally Tom's cock was just drooling cum, and he sat the head of his prick on her lips, glossing them with a sticky white sheen. Donna was still bucking her hips beneath him, and her drooling cunt had completely saturated the carpet beneath her, but she was slowing down, and the glazed look was leaving her eyes.
With her returning awareness came returning shame. Donna closed her eyes and pursed her lips tightly together. Tom continued to play his cock along her slimy lips. Donna was repulsed with the thought of how, just moments ago, she'd been lapping after his cum as though to save her life. She felt like the lowest creature in the world, a two-bit tramp who went cock-crazy in the middle of being raped. She'd also cum without a cock anywhere near her cunt. She wanted to die.
"Take that cum, bitch," Tom laughed, poking his cock into her pretty, cum-painted lips. "Drink down every drop and make your pretty tits grow."
"I don't want anymore!" Donna cried, her shame growing too great for her to stand.
It was a mistake to open her mouth, though, because Tom used the opportunity to poke a big glob of spunk over her bottom lip and into her mouth. She gagged and he laughed some more.
"You wanted it enough before, bitch," he said, running his cock playfully across her chin. "And you'll want it again. It's just the times in between that your head's so fucked up."
"Leave me alone," Donna groaned. "You've done everything to me. Can't you just stop now?"
Tom sat back down on her, his ass resting on top of her tits. "Done everything to you? You stupid cold-assed bitch, I haven't done anything to you yet. Why there are things…" He stopped, shaking his head. "You're right, though, I've got things to do, and you've got a hell of a lot more to learn."
He gave her face one last slap with his cock and climbed to his feet.
Donna looked up at him, unable to muster the hate she wanted, managing only to feel degraded and ashamed, looking at his softening prick. She wished he would just leave, so she could try to pick herself up and go on with her life.
"I'll see you at the wedding tomorrow," he said and turned to leave.
"No!" Donna shouted, and, when Tom turned back toward her, she added angrily: "I never want to see you again. I won't tell Ryan about this if you go away, but if you ever bother me again…"
"Shut up!" Tom shouted, and Donna stopped in mid-sentence, seeing the dangerous look in his eyes. "I'll be at the wedding, bitch, and you and me are going to have some more times together. You don't understand yet, but you're not the same little uptight bitch now that you were this morning. You see, there's a kind of woman that men can spot and men can take, and you're just that kind of woman. Now that I've busted you open, you won't be able to walk down the street without getting a pack after you, and you'll always have such a case of hot pants that you'll never be able to say no."
"Liar." Donna shook her head, trying to deny his words.
Tom bent down to untie her hands, shaking his head, too. "The problem with a bitch like you is that you're too beautiful, too classy looking. A lot of men out there have had to take shit from bitches like you their whole lives, and when they find you and figure out they can fuck you, they're going to do it rough."
"No!" Donna shouted again, and this time she brought her hands down to cover her face. She was happy for the extra defense they gave her against his words. "What about Ryan?"
"Well, that's just something you're going to have to think about, you slimy cocksucker," Tom told her. "But you're going to be getting fucked a lot from now on. And I'm going to be doing a lot of that fucking myself."
Tom left the room before she could answer. Donna listened to him changing clothes in the bedroom she'd never seen. Donna began to cry again. She cried over the things she'd just done, and she cried because she was afraid Tom might be telling the truth.
CHAPTER THREE
Donna watched Tom leave, not able to meet his gaze but not able to look away from him either. He had ravaged her body, beaten her and tortured her, spilled his jism into her pussy and mouth.
Once he had gone, slamming the door shut behind him without a word, Donna stumbled to her feet and looked for her clothes. Only her jeans and her coat were salvageable. Her top had been ripped to pieces and her bra and panties were in tatters. She slipped on her jeans and buttoned her coat up to her throat. Grabbing her purse, she rushed out the door.
Donna almost ran for her car. She was gasping for breath when she slammed the door shut behind her. Tom had been supposed to go with her to the dress shop to get her wedding dress, and she realized now, with a dull, frightened throbbing in her chest, that she would have to stop there on the way home. She didn't want to. She didn't feel capable of dealing with anyone at the moment.
Driving over to the dress shop, Donna tried to calm herself and reach some decisions about what she was going to do. She would have to stay away from men, especially Tom, as much as she could until after she and Ryan were married, of that much she was certain.
Everything could be okay, as long as nothing like what had just happened with Tom ever happened again. He had probably just told her that story to scare her, but even now she felt a tingling in her cunt, and she knew that the crotch of her jeans was wet with her juices. The idea of some strange man fucking her made Donna sick, but when she pictured Tom's huge swaying cock shivers went through her body that were almost too much to control.
The dress shop was in a high-rent district where Donna did a lot of her shopping, and they offered nothing but the latest designs. Donna had had trouble with them over the wedding dress, though. When they had delivered it to her at home last week it had been a size seven instead of a five, simply too large and too long for her. Donna had given the store manager, a bitchy young businesswoman type, a royal chewing out, and she had given two of the clerks a pretty bad time, too.
Donna parked her car close to the shop and rushed in, hoping to get her business inside done as quickly as possible. She needed to get away from everyone a few hours so she could fully sort out what had happened to her. She'd been through a terrible ordeal at Tom's apartment.
She needed to figure things out.
She went into the store.
All three of her victims from the other day at the shop were in, and Donna grimaced. She didn't want a confrontation today.
"Excuse me," she said, striding quickly up to the manager.
She knew that the best way to handle this was to take charge immediately, even though she felt a little ridiculous striding into the store to pick up her wedding dress with only her coat and a pair of jeans on her body.
"My name's Donna Anderson, you might remember me from the day before yesterday. I believe you have a wedding gown for me. A size five?"
The shop manager turned to look at Donna as she spoke. She was an attractive woman, a couple of inches taller than Donna and physically much larger than the blonde woman. She wasn't fat, but she had broad shoulders and big hips. Her tits were even bigger, huge mountains underneath her sweater, and her bared forearms looked almost as strong as Tom's. She had brown hair, so dark that it was almost black, and big almond-shaped brown eyes. She was the kind of woman Donna had always despised, and Donna felt a tide of anger rising in her now just looking at the woman.