Lewd Lunacy

*PAH, PAH, PAH, PAH, PAH*

The sound of flesh slapping against flesh echoed in the hotel room—Tn quick intervals and shifting furniture sounds.

"No.. more, please... Ahh, please n-no, ahhh, it's too much."

"Hahaha, you're a great fuck! What was your name Val? Seriously though, you thought you were a fighter? heh."

Drake Barlow lies on top of you, plowing you mercilessly. Still, his stuttering speech and clearly awkward movements make it clear he's drunk.

After he left, he returned a couple hours later, absolutely drunk, and jumped you like a starved animal before **** you.

You couldn't help wonder if you made the right choice. Should you have tried to run away even with the risks? Your mind was foggy as you felt a piece of your soul crack with every thrust.

*PAH, PAH, PAH, PAH, PAH*

One part of you felt so good, getting fucked. Being someone bitch at there mercy and utterly helpless. You didn't need to fight anymore or worry anymore; everything was already over.

The other part roared in retaliation, making you want to scream in pain and horror at your transformation. You were becoming someone's bitch, and your mind was being warped, and that terrified you. How long till you weren't you, or have you already died? Is the man called Val dead?!

*PAH, PAH, PAH, PAH, PAH*

Still, nothing changed, and you continued to moan, alternating between desire and disgust as Drake Came inside you, filling you to the brim with his cum.

You breathe was heavy as Drake pulled out with a wet plop. Your body limps on the bed as Drake lay down, resting his head on the backboard as he took out a cigar.

"Ahhh, good fuck, I needed this kind of raw fucking for a while now. Seriously you were meant for this"

You couldn't give a response. You could barely even form a rational thought.

"You know, I think I have the energy for one more round. Use those tits of yours. You should make fair use of them now that you got such a sexy pair, Hahaha."

You followed his command obediently, crawling up the sheets slowly. You arrived at his dick, which stood proudly and began to lick it like a cat.

As you lapping at his dick, Drake lit his cigar and enjoyed your service as he relaxed.

"Your tits! Make use of the slut!"

You stared down at your tits. The weight of them continually reminding you of what you were. You press your tits against his cock, sandwiching them in between.

"Use your spit bitch. Don't you have a brain, you fucking bimbo!"

Ignoring Drakes's demeaning words, you let spit gather in your mouth for a couple of seconds. Before letting it fall slowly between your tits, lubricating your tits further. This, along with his dick, which was soaked in your pussy juices, made for a fantastic sensation for Drake

Using your entire upper body, you begin to give him a titjob licking his tip when it poked out.

What's going on? This is bad. You were getting turned on just by the smell of his dick. Your body was getting hot ~ You couldn't stop moving your boobs.

"FASTER BITCH!"

You wouldn't remember the events of the rest of the night. Drake sobered up and fucked you one last time before pushing you off the bed. Your nude body fell asleep on the carpet, the only thing keeping you warm, being the seed in and on your body.