After her next concert

Taylor got off the stage breathless and sweaty. The concert head gone well but she was distracted. At first she hadn’t really believed Mark, but the last few days had been strange. She had all ways loved reading romances about girls falling for rough tough men, but ever since three days ago that black man had **** her, the fantasy of someone taking her without regard for her consent had taken over her mind. She had spent last night masturbating in her hotel room bed. After unsuccessfully trying to come on something romantic, in the end she had found release while imagining Mark and the black guy mercilessly fucking her like some cheap fuck doll. Even now on the stage she had caught the eye of a large guy who probably had brought his little daughter or niece to her show. By the end of her set all she could think of was what he could do to her tight young body without her being able to do anything to stop him. Now walking to her dressing room she could feel her tight pussy wet and throbbing with unfulfilled desire. As she shut the door behind her a strong hand clamped over her mouth and the other plunged under the hem of her short dress.

“It’s time for your treatment Taylor.” Mark hissed in her ear. He pushed her so she would lean on her vanity mirror. Her dress was yanked up revealing her toned ass to his lustful gaze. His hand smacked her tight bottom quickly a few times until it got a nice pink glow. Then the aroused man yanked down her panties and plunged his coarse fingers in her pussy. It was wet and despite her recent experiences very tight.

“I knew a few slaps would get your juice s flowing.” Taylor’s mind was completely confused. She knew she had to protest, that this ordinary man should hot treat a star like her this way. But she didn’t because every thrust of his fingers and every slap her smooth ass received brought her closer and closer to a powerful orgasm.

“Not so fast my pretty young slut.” Mark growled, pulled her up by her blonde hair and then grabbed her shoulders. He yanked her dress down revealing her tits and pinning her arms. Without looking away from her eyes in the mirror Mark pushed his condom clad dick in her cunt. Then his hands clamped over her pert young tits and he began furiously pumping her from behind.

“Look at yourself Taylor.” He told her while his hands squeezed and mauled her milky small boobs. “You are moaning and groaning like a slut while a man you barely know is fucking you.” She shuddered, feeling the orgasm nearing.

“That’s right. I’m not sleeping with you and I’m not making love to you. I’m fucking you” His crass words send waves of lust through her body.

“I’m using your body whether you like it or not.” Taylor’s moans and cries were getting too loud so Mark spared one hand to shut her mouth. Her pussy clamped around his dick. He knew she was on the verge. Suddenly he stopped.

“Who's in control, Taylor?” he asked the whining young woman twisting in his arms in a **** effort to find release. “Who’s your fuck master?”

“You are!” The young star desperately cried.

“Good Girl.” Mark began hammering her cunt even harder than before. Soon she was in the throes of an orgasm so powerful she nearly fainted. By the time she recovered he was gone. After she fixed her dress and wiped away the cunt juices running down her thighs the only reminder of what had happened was the sperm-filled condom Mark left on her vanity. She grabbed it and quickly emptied the cum in her mouth.