Not a chance

Feeling like a totally useless whore tied and degraded in her own childhood room... she knew she was about to be royally and totally fucked...

She felt the bed sag as he climbed between her legs and got on his knees, and she looked up to see him aiming his big prick at her twitching cunt. As soon as she felt him make contact she gasped.

"Yeah?" he challenged her, "You don't want this? You don't want my cock in you? Then tell me to stop, Vanessa. Tell me you don't want my big cock inside you reaming you out, you slut! Tell me no!"

She knew she had to stop him, that she had to tell him to get dressed and leave her alone, but she just couldn't. She couldn't say anything at all. His cock felt so good spreading her pussy, almost inside her. She could feel it throbbing against her, ready to plunge deep inside. She felt deliciously helpless, at his mercy, just like in her fantasies. She couldn't fight it. She wanted him; wanted him badly.

He laughed with contempt at her inability to answer, then he pushed into her, filling her with his incredible hardness, and she groaned at what he was doing. He was no sooner inside her than he began to fuck her, hard and deep, already out of control.

"You hot cunt! You little slut! Is this good enough for you? You like this big prick?"

His words tore through her and made her feel worthless and sad for a moment then the anxiety and the excitement of this man totally using her body for his sole pleasure returned flooding her pussy with juice and tuning her mind solely on the one thing that mattered most to her at that moment.... the rock hard cock that was **** her once tight little pussy...

She couldn't speak, it just felt so good, and she was tried of fighting. She wrapped her legs around him and pulled him tight, pushed her tits up for him to plunder and ****, all the while her hips fucking with him, up and down on his stiff pole, sending pangs of pleasure through her feverish body.

It had been so long since she'd had a man inside her, and never like this, never as she'd dreamed it would be someday: tied and taken by a man who wouldn't let her escape, wouldn't listen to her excuses. He was driven by his lust for her, and what could she do but let him fuck her like this, let him use her body for his own pleasure?

"That's my little whore!" "you dirty worthless slut"... he hissed at her as she raised her pussy to him again and again. "Now you're fucking like you mean it! You are a slut, aren't you Vanessa? You love it, don't you?"

"Oh God yes!" she spit the words out from between clenched teeth. "Yes I'm a slut! I'm a whore, I’m whatever the hell you want! Just fuck me! Fuck me!"

Her words inflamed him and he pounded into her with renewed fury. This was her bed, her childhood bed. Her collection of stuffed animals was crushed between her as she writhed against him, her hands pinned beneath her. It just added to her excitement, as if they were witnessing her own humiliation; her own debasement and shame spread through her like a flash flood... her brain was dizzy and her mind turned to mush as her tiny pink pussy throbbed and convulsed around the massive cock that was ramming her tiny petite little body...