Rough Bondage Sex

I saw him walk around my helpless form, and as he placed himself behind me, I could feel his breath on my shoulder. I felt my heart beat faster in anticipation, my breath becoming deeper, and ragged in my throat. I moan as he approached, my mind racing at what may be coming my way, and the anticipation that I had known for so long caused my body to try unsuccessfully to press myself upon him.

I heard his pants fall down, hitting the metal floor of the truck. In one sudden motion, he had one arm around my neck, cutting air and grabbing my tit at the same time. I found it increasingly harder to breathe, though still not impossible. Bound as I was, I was completely helpless to act, and I was loving it.

My body shot an orgasm through me; my ass rubbed itself against his hard rod. I felt the arm tighten, and then I felt his hard cock shove itself deep into me. From the first time he touched me, my body was full of sexual tension, a savage desire to be taken by a man. I wanted to feel his cock enter me.

He started fucking me savagely, taking me hard and deep. My body was Stretched forcibly hard, causing an explosion of pain and pleasure throughout my body. Without preamble, he proceeded to ream my pussy hard, taking my insides by storm. Each thrust was like a hammer strike, and each time what seems to be at the speed of a jackhammer. I heard him say, " You like it, slut? How's it feel to serve at the whim of a real man?"

My face turned a bright shade of red, and I had to rely on the very arm **** me to hold me up as he **** himself upon me. I loved it and wanted more. I need more, I realized, even as he used me to fulfill his animal lusts. I felt my body experience more orgasms, coming faster and faster, my horny body seeking them, making them more powerful from the pain I experienced. I wanted to moan, to screech out my pleasure, but I could not. I almost relished the fact I was being choked, as my body climaxed right there. "You like it rough, don't you, don't you slut? Maybe we should have a competition among the staff and see which one of them fucks you the hardest. The winner gets to keep you as their own How would you like that, slut? Of course, we could just pass you around, and let everyone have their way with your pretty body. You'd like that too, won't you slut? Better watch out, though. Some of the ladies make me look like the best man at a wedding."

The experience continued on and on, his body not slaking on the pace or the ferocity. I orgasmed again and again, as I was made a servant of his pleasure. I wanted to serve his every sexual whim, to be used as his tool to fulfill his lusts. It seems to last forever, and I would not have traded it for anything.

In a finality as quick as it began, he shot a massive load of his seed, and I felt it cascade deep within me. I felt him shoot more into me in several more thrusts, before rubbing the remainder off on my bush. As his hand receded from around my throat, I let in a deep, raspy breath, which was followed by several more. I feel a few involuntary tears trickle down my face, and my body starts to relax.