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"I'm so hard right now", I muttered.

"Pfft", Nicole made a dismissive noise. Steve was still taking our photos while I was now squeezing her ass with one hand. "You guys always are"

She might allow me to do what I want but Nicole really didn't like me. Fine by me - I definitely didn't like her. Ok, well a rather important part of me did like her - or at least liked her body.

"That's your fault", I growled, turning towards her and moving in close. My right hand was now kneading her ass and reaching down to roughly stroke between her legs. It wasn't designed to pleasure her, just to dominate her. My left hand reached up and groped one of her melon-sized tits, sitting artificially high and proud. Roughly I grabbed and pulled her towards me so I could rub my hardness against her hip.

Steve, forgotten, was still taking photos of my ****.

"Fuckin' fake tit attention whore", I grunted as I humped her slowly.

Through out it all she let me, rolling her eyes and biting her tongue but never resisting. "That's what you want isn't it? Stop bitching, you love my body. You and everyone else"

Anger and lust were rising in me - she was right in a way, after all. It didn't matter how little I thought of her as a person, I was hardwired to respond to her body in a way I couldn't control.

I grabbed her hand and moved it to my crotch where my new jeans were taut and uncomfortable.

"This", I hissed, "Is your master. You do what it wants, understand?"

"Suuurrre", she said in a way that implied sarcasm, but she kept her hand where I left it.

"Take it out", I commanded and the rage pumping through me rose as she obeyed, unzipping me and sliding into the flap in my boxers. One lesson that had definitely stuck with me today - always wear boxers with flaps.

"I bet this is the best day of your sad little life", she spat as I felt her soft hands around my cock.

"You're not wrong!", I chuckled, reflecting on every amazing event so far, before groaning as she pulled my shaft through my flies and into the cool air.

"Ohh, so impressive", she said in a flat, sarcastic tone. Her boyfriend, forgotten, was still taking photos.

"No-one cares what you think Nicole, if you do think", I smugly said to her. With one hand I gripped her hair and pulled her head close to mine. "No-one cares what you have to say. Isn't that why you turned your lips into those ridiculous pillows?" - with my other hand I gripped her face, squeezed her cheeks so she was **** into a comical pout. I kissed her, roughly, shoving my tongue into her mouth for a few second before withdrawing.

The feeling of power I had was more intoxicating than anything I'd ever experienced. This gorgeous creature had been rendered mute and helpless.

"I'm tired of your voice. Put your mouth to some better use", I spat, pushing her head down. Her eyes shot daggers at me but she complied, moving to her knees. She opened her mouth and began licking me but I wasn't in the mood for that.

Both my hands went to the back of my head and I pushed my cock between her luscious lips, right to the back of her throat. She gagged - a wonderful noise at that moment - and I began thrusting into her face. Her tongue struggled to move out of the way and fluttered helplessly against my shaft as I refused to give her a seconds rest.

After a handful of wonderful strokes I stopped and firmly began pushing her onto my cock.

"Take it you cunt!", I spat, looking down. Her hands were by her side, resistance never an option, yet her eyes watered up with the effort of trying to take my girth into her throat.

I looked up at Steve, watching from the screen on his phone as he continued to point the camera at me.

"Is she ok?", he asked. For a second I assumed he was concerned for her well being but he followed up, "Does her mouth feel ok?"

I grinned and put one thumb up, which of course he captured in a photo.

Looking around at the rest of the gym, I could see the man who'd been working out was now gone. The woman had stopped exercising and was stretching but she looked up at us and subtly shook her head to herself in disapproval. What did that reaction mean I wondered? For only a second though, as I felt Nicole's throat finally submit and let me in to the hilt.

I looked down to see tears streaming down Nicole's face from the effort, mascara leaving black trails. It was too much. With a roar I gripped her head once more and began thrusting into it like it was a fleshlight. *ack*ack*ack*ack* came the delicious noise of her wet mouth being invaded. I pulled out for a second to see the lines of drool flowing from her mouth. With my cock I caught some of them and began wiping the slimy mix of pre-cum and spit all over her once glamourous face.

"Dumb little whore", I grunted, my own words charging me up. Once more I began face fucking Nicole and for many minutes I just focused on getting a steady rhythm. This was different to Holly and Victoria, different to any sexual experience I'd ever had. This was about domination, about humiliation. This was me getting payback on every woman who'd ever turned me down, laughed at me...hell, any woman who'd ever turned me on. Nicole had awakened every misogynistic instinct in me.

The next time I withdrew I leaned down to look at her square in the eye as she fought to regain her breathe and clear her throat.

"Who's in charge now, cunt?", I asked. Here eyes were having trouble focusing on anything. "Who's in charge now?"

She just nodded, not seemingly aware of what I was saying. "Stupid fuck doll", I sneered. With one hand around her neck I pulled her up into a standing position and tore her sports bra up. It was a tight fit but it quickly freed her large rack. They barely sat any differently without the bra's support, almost spherical in shape. Hungrily I sucked and nipped at her lovely brownish nipples for a few seconds each before pulling back and lightly slapping each.

"Fake tit bimbo!", I roared into her face, before man handling her over to a bench, pushing her onto it. She sat down and I idly slipped my dick back into her mouth and **** her head back stomach, my shaft down her throat. As she gagged I stroked her silky hair for a few seconds before shoving her onto her back.

She let me move her wherever I wanted now and Steve followed along with his camera never failing to record the degradation for posterity. I pulled her body until her head fell back, off the edge of the bench. Time for another first.

I crouched down until my angry dick was level with her head. One hand pulled her by her hair until it was lined up and then - *thrust* - I was back in. Her throat was lined up perfectly horizintally now and I slipped easily all the way in.

I was hammering as fast as I could now, looking down at this faceless bimbo body as I did. Her tits were still barely moving with gravity, only barely jiggling with my forceful penetrations. Both my hands instinctively moved to grip her breasts, hard, and I doubled my efforts.

"Take it you whore", I grunted and I could feel my cum rising, my balls getting tight, my lust reaching breaking point, "You fuckin'...", I looked at Steve, "You! Film this!".

"Oh, ok!", he nodded, before fumbling with his phone. A thumbs up confirmed he was filming.

"How'd you like this Nicole?", I taunted the camera, as my facefucking didn't slow for a second, my attention turning back to her body. I had a vice like grip on her breasts as I was nearing my climax.

"You might be an airheaded slut but you're definitely a pretty good cocksleeve!", I grinned, "Ah fuck!", my knuckles were nearly white with effort. I so badly wanted to cum down her throat but it wouldn't be the same...with **** I pulled out and dragged her up by her hair, back to sitting up. I had to lean her head against my torso she was that dazed, saliva coating her eyes and forhead from where it had dripped down her face. One set of fake eyelashes was stuck to her cheek, the other just about dangling from her half closed eye. Make up and mascara was smudged all over her face, her previously perfect hair now dishevelled. She was every inch the used whore.

I stroked my cock and inch from her face while the camera watched, my other hand wrapped in her hair and tilting her head closer.

"That's it you professional cocktease, this is what cunts like you need", I grunted, before my balls boiled over. *Splat*splat*splat* thick ropes of seed shot onto Nicole's face again and again. I roared as load after load continued to pump. Closer I **** her so I could spill jizz directly onto her skin, her nose, her closed eye.

Finally I was just slowly leaking cum and I wrapped her hair around my shaft, stroking and wiping it in a token gesture of cleaning. I shoved Nicole back and she limply lay back on the bench. With a gesture at Steve I was done, and he stopped the recording.