He fucks you, as promised.

He crosses his arms, and appreciates you for a few moments. Or perhaps he judges you for a few moments. His contempt and delight are difficult to differentiate, and again your thoughts turn dark and introspective. You are just a dirty slut. What were you thinking? You're not good enough for this icon of a man. You're this carnal pool of wanton sexual desire. A contemptible thing. A lowly thing to be used up and tossed out. Slowly, you realize he's waiting on something, and your eyes begin to dart around, as if seeking for some hint to what you've missed.

"I told you to strip." He says cooly.

quick as you can manage, you wiggle out of the shoes, jeans, and panties, exposing your gross unshaven muff. You look up to find him thrusting his cock in you face. It's almost completely hard, and seems impossibly long. You stare down angry hot thing with fascination and want. Slowly your hand reaches up, but he stops you and says. "Suck it. This things going down your throat, then it's going in your cunt."

You stare, unsure of what to do, and he wiggles his hips, causing the thing to smack against your nose and cheeks, smearing the beads of pre that had bubbled up on the head. The vision of sucking cock returns to your mind again. With an amateurish eagerness, you take the head into your lips, and begin sucking and licking like you might a lollipop. You feel it shift and engorge in your lips. What was firm becomes iron. What was large now stretches your jaw. Liam laughs.

"You've got to cover it all before we go any further." He gently thrusts, and you instinctively back your head away. "Down to the balls, or I'll kick you out without your clothes."

You try to go another inch, but it's apparently too slow for Liam. A moment later, he's grabbed your hair, and plunges your face down on to his shaft. You gag, and air sputters out of your nose and mouth, but he doesn't stop. Instead pulling you back, and plunging himself all the way down your throat again. He does this over and over until sense leaves your mind, and your jaw hangs loose, completely accepting of your fate. When at last he pulls out, your eyes are red, tears flow down your cheek, spit covers your lips and drips down your chin, and snot bubbles at your nose. You tumble forward onto your hands and knees, coughing, and hacking.

Slowly, your coughing becomes gasping and gasping becomes panting. Your mind starts to make sense of things again. Your belly presses against his cool hardwood floor. Your knees hurt on the hard surface. Your hair hangs in your face. Your nose is clogged, and spittle still drips down your plump lips. Through your puffy eyes, you look up at Liam from your miserable position, and find a smile on his lips. "Good girl" He says soothingly, stroking your head. "Come with me."

He leads you to his bed, where at last he pushes you over onto his soft plush comforter. Your legs hang off the edge of the bed spread wide, while he stands between them. He points his cock at your plump and needy pussy. The heat of his cock radiates across your tender flesh as he approaches. The lips of your pussy are so fat, you can feel him teasing between them before he's ever penetrated. You moan, lost in lust, as he slides himself in at last, stretching your hot snatch wide. As if possessed, your legs raise, and your toes curl. It was everything you didn't know you wanted.

He grabs one leg, lifts it higher and starts a rhythm, driving himself in and out of your pussy. "If I fuck you hard enough." He says between thrusts. "Maybe you'll pop, and go into labor." He keeps driving into you, and you start crying out. "You want that don't you? You tramp." You cry out all the louder. So swiftly his rhythm isn't even interrupted, he stuffs your pink and black panties into your mouth, stifling your voice.

"You're a fucking freight train, aren't you?" Your loud cries have been reduced to muffled moans, accented by an occasional squeak. A crescendo begins to build within you, and your voice fails you. With each thrust less air escapes your lungs, and with each draw, less air makes it back in. Your toes curl, your legs contract. Your cry is clear, even through the panty gag, and draws out into a long throaty grumble. You attempt to roll over and submit to the climax of orgasm, however you can't escape his grasp as Liam holds your raised leg tight with one hand, and pins you down with his other hand on your belly.

Your mind wants to stop, to bask in the glow of orgasm, and to rest, but the thrusting doesn't stop and another crescendo is **** on your mind. It's hard, and painfully. Where the first was a wave of delight, this is like being tossed in a tsunami of carnal sensation. It's messy as pleasure shudders across your body like a lightning storm, accented by harsh crackle of overstimulation. You keep trying to draw back, but again and again you're **** to that crescendo. Your mind recedes into itself, and all of the world becomes the pounding rhythm in your cunt. Heat erupts deep in your belly, and at last the turbulence begins to subside into pulses that come slower, and slower, until they vanish altogether, slipping away like a dream in the morning.

A sense of emptiness and even loneliness fills you as that heat withdraws from your body, leaving you lifeless and chilly in the air. You lie there in oblivious delight, lost to the world as cum oozes from your groin and stains your unshaven muff