"We need to fuck right now."

You barely have time to nod before her tongue is down your throat and her hand up your dress squeezing your ass hungrily, the tips of her fingers are grazing your somehow still tight hole. There is an angry urgency to her kiss that scares you a little, and it scares you how much you like that is scares you. You remember your safe word, but you doubt you could get it out right now with her tongue tickling your tonsils and her fingers tickling your prostate, not that you'll think you'll need it. No, what you need is to get fucked hard and hurting again and again until all that's left to fill you with is love.

It seems like Vanessa has the same idea, she breaks the kiss to spin you around, pinning you against the wall as she flips your skirt up and spanks your ass, her lips finding your neck as she sucks on your jugular. You yelp and whimper and moan, making a mental note to ask her to play vampire vixen versus village virgin sometime in the near future. The stinging slaps making your ass jiggle like jello hurt half as good as the steel biting into cock, but what really aches is your empty ass.

You half expect Vanessa to **** you more, but she must need this nearly as bad as you do, because she rips your panties into shreds and plunges her pole hilt deep in one roaring ram. There is still enough of Diana's cum lubing your cunt for her to really unleash on you. You welcome the punishing pounding, even though she's punching your guts even harder than the psycho sissy shopgurl was, because you know the spent, sweaty, slow love making will follow it sooner or later. And maybe just a little because you are kind of secretly enjoying indulging this little **** fuck knowing your angry angel won't hurt you TOO bad.

You start moaning and whimpering like a kicked puppy that's begging for more. Vanessa feeds you, thirsty for your pained pants and yearning yelps as she cock walks you into the kitchen, bends you over, and beast fucks you over the counter. The pent up pressure of your prick explodes in giddy gushes, shooting all the formica countertop and your 'pure' white dress. Vanessa snarls, seemingly taking it as a challenge to make you cum harder and more often than the ditzy dirtbag did.

She's off to a good start, the lovely curve of her cock hitting your sticky sweet spot even better than Diana's meaty missile did. It's more than just the compatibility between your hungry hole and her pistoning prick that makes it so much better than your fitting room rutting. Something you can't quite put your finger on with your brain rattling around in your skull like a cat caught in a dryer and boiling with white hot bliss. You quickly lose count of the quaking, quivering climaxes that leave your limbs shaking uncontrollably and your suffering shaft spraying an unholy mess you know you'll end up having to clean up later. You feel Vanessa's cock throb and twitch and explode inside you, unleashing more cum than the shopslut managed with three tries. You feel her seed slide down your thicc cheeks and down your legs. It feels like wet kisses trailing down to your toes.

No words are exchanged as she peels you off the counter and takes your mouth with hers again. It's a snarling, biting kiss, full of fury and that other thing you can't quite put a finger on. You kiss her back this time, biting her lower lip until it bleeds and sucking it off before sharing it with your tongue. No longer content to take your punishment passively, you walk her backwards to a chair, sitting her down and straddling her lap. You grunt and she makes a sweet sound somewhere between a growl and a purr as you sink down on her shaft and suck her tongue out of her mouth. You spend a moment grinding on her lap making out hard and hungry and feeling Vanessa's cock swell back ready and roaring and begging for more.

You're tempted to give her a taste of her own teasing, but there will be time for that later. Now you need to fuck her with your ass, fast and ferocious and furious. You bounce up and down, rolling your hips to make her drooling dick pulse harder as it punches your prostate so hard you think it might get a cumcussion. You squeeze down on her shaft so tight that she whimpers like she's worried you might rip it off, and while you wouldn't mind keeping it as your very own dildo, you decide she can keep it for now. It feels so strange getting fucked and feeling in charge at the same time. You control the pace, bucking wild and wet until you bring her to the edge of release, then slowing to a crawl and licking the anguished whimpers off her lips. After an hour of giving her an idea how much frustrating fun your cage feels, you pick up the pace until your cunt is a blur stroking her shaft until she shoots a sobbing shower of seed inside you.

You stay straddling her as her prick pumps jets of her load inside you, both shuddering and shivering and sniffling as the orgasm run through you like a freight train. You don't need words to say everything. By the time your tears are dry and your seed spilling into a shared puddle on the seat beneath you, you've said all there is to say for the moment.