Fucked Like a Whore

Fletcher shoved three fat fingers up Carmen's wet gash, then pumped her till her thigh muscles trembled. She gushed several times, flooding the top of the desk until her clear, viscous pussy slime dribbled over the edge and splattered in a puddle on the floor. "You want me to shove this whole fist up your cunt, bitch?"

Carmen was sobbing and climaxing at the same time. "Please!" she shamelessly begged. "Please stop!" She hated that her orgasms were completely out of her control. She hated that Fletcher made her come over and over.

"Are you asking me to show your sweet video to the school board?" he contended.

"Nooooo!" Carmen lamented.

"Then you better start begging me to fuck you, Carmen. You better beg me to fist you."

"Oh god, Mr. Fletcher. Just let me go. Please let me go."

"It's your choice, Carmen." Fletcher slipped his fourth finger inside Carmen's tight cunt. He intended to stretch it substantially. He balled up his hand and pressed the bridge of his knuckles against the slick, yielding crevice that led deep into her baby canal. "Beg for it, Carmen. Beg me to fist fuck your slutty, wet snatch."

"Please, Mr. Fletcher!"

"Please what?"

"I can't take your whole hand!"

"I think you can, Carmen. I think you will." Fletcher punched like a boxer until the soft folds of flesh gave way to his thick, manly grip of curled digits. Soon, his wrist disappeared as he plowed his way deeper and harder. Carmen arched on the hard, wooden surface in an agonizing, silent gasp. Her eyes rolled back in her head. She passed out for several minutes, head hanging off the table, arms paralyzed and pliable, legs limber and loose. Fletcher pushed even deeper to the soft, tender organs of her sex, relentlessly squeezing and twisting as a test, holding her fertility in his destructive hands.

Fletcher easily rearranged her flat on her back, ropes nestling her wrists to her ankles and thighs. Then, he fed her the gooey, warm residue which he had raked from the walls of her tunnel, stuffing his fingers deep down her throat. "Eat it, bitch."

Satisfied Carmen had tasted herself fully, Fletcher fingered her some more, standing between her legs where she could watch as he crushed her clitoris. She was dazed and disoriented, barely registering the pain. "Let's see what this vibrator can do," he said. "Are you ready for me to fuck you, Carmen? Are you ready for me to fuck you like a whore?"

Carmen nodded an affirmative response... exhausted and ruined, she seemed to agree. What else could she do? The head of the wand hummed at maximum intensity. Fletcher slammed his hard cock up inside her. The two sensations together sent her into an orgasmic landslide. He wasn't using protection. She wasn't on the pill. He wiped off his prick in her brown, pubic forest.

The bell rang for the start of a new period.