Stockholm Syndrome

The fat cockhead pushed between her glistening pussy lips pressing into the hole behind. Victoria’s shaky breaths grew deep as she felt inch after inch after inch enter her, spread her, stretch her, fill her. Her eyes bugged out of her head as Shawn sank his whole length into her in a single thrust, the breaths catching in her throat as he knocked the wind right out her. He withdrew immediately, completely, allowing her to feel the emptiness in the absence of his cock. Against her better judgement, she felt herself wanting to be filled again. She hated this man, despised him and how lowly he thought of her, but she hated the empty feeling in her pussy even more. It felt wrong.

Thankfully, she didn’t have to wait long until Shawn was back up inside her, balls deep, his thick, long cock leaving her hole feeling stuffed, stabbing into her so full and fast that her neck cranked back, and she gasped towards the ceiling. Then, to Victoria’s dismay he pulled out completely again, her hips giving an involuntary buck backwards, searching for his stiff, thick rod. Her mind swarmed with lust. She shouldn’t want this, not here, not like this, not from him, but her body didn’t seem to understand that, reacting to the pure masculinity of the hot, thick cockmeat currently being denied to her.

He pushed into her again, filling her, gripping her waist this time as he pulled her back against him, her buttocks meeting his stomach with a hard, loud slap. And then, just as quickly he was out. She knew was he was doing. She wasn’t stupid. He was making her grave him, giving her just a taste only to take away. But fuck if it wasn’t working. Her pussy was dripping, hungry for his cock. Not for him. Shawn was still an asshole but that dick, fuck, she hadn’t felt something like that since Zack.

Shawn pumped into her again, and again pulled out, eliciting a low growl from Victoria, her wanting body **** for the cock to stay inside a little longer than a few seconds. She hadn’t expected it to feel this good. The sex with Zack was hot, but that was partly because it was so illicit. As big and thick as he was, bigger and thicker perhaps than Shawn if memory served, he’d been half-**** at the time. Now she was getting fucked by a large cock by someone who knew how to use it.

Slamming into her again, Victoria whispered, “please” without even thinking. Where was her mind right now? It seemed to have abandoned her along with her reason and dignity. Here she was, being filled and emptied, teased by a man who had quite recently been calling her a slut and a whore and telling her that this was what she really wanted. Victoria told herself that wasn’t true. This wasn’t who she really was. She wasn’t a slut. This was just her body appreciating a big dick. Big dicks deserved to be appreciated. And her body was just honouring that.

“Please?” Shawn repeated above her, and Victoria’s ice ran cold as she realised he’d heard that. He sank into her again, fast, and pulled out, slowly. “Please what?”

“Ah…fuck…” Victoria groaned into the felt of the pool table. Why did it have to feel so good? Why did he have to take it out? He wanted to fuck her for this long, and now he was just playing with her. And Victoria couldn’t fight it. She’d relented and endured for this long, accepting, allowing, and now her pussy was submitting to the big cock that was inching its way, bit by bit, out of her. “Please…fuck…”

“Please fuck?” Shawn laughed that hyena laugh as he slipped his cock from her hole, this time refraining from replacing it inside her tight twat. He positioned his tip at her entrance, spreading her lips as before, looming over her, and asking, “please fuck who?”

Without his cock inside, with the head resting just outside, she struggled to think clearly. A quiet, reasonable voice told her to tell him to go to hell, not to give him the satisfaction. Another, hungry, beastly growl from the depths of her body told her to tell him whatever the fuck he wanted, so long as he gave her that dick. The words passed from the lips, soft but sure, and surprising even herself, “please, fuck me.”

Shawn remained still, his cock still held just at the threshold to her wet, hot hole. She looked over her shoulder to see what was keeping him and he stared with dark eyes into the hazy green pupils looking up at him. “Who do you want to fuck you?”

“You, Shawn, I want you,” she breathed, in complete disbelief of herself. “I want you to fuck me, Shawn.”

Her wish was granted. Shawn jammed his cock deep into her inexperienced cunt, stretching her out. Then came the moment of truth as he pulled back, but to Victoria’s great delight he didn’t slide the whole way out, leaving his fat cockhead inside before thrusting back in, deep and hard and fast. No one had fucked her like this before. With Gavin, her first time, it had been slow and tender and drunken. With Zack, she’d done most of the work. But Shawn was simply jackhammering into her pussy, like a wild animal, working her over and converting her to pleasures of his cock.

“Yes, thank you, that’s what I needed,” Victoria sang, enjoying the fat cock pounding her pussy, never leaving her hole.

“Don’t thank me yet,” Shawn said with a smirk, slowing his stroke again, as he pulled back from her cunt, threatening to take it out again. “I might stop if you don’t keep begging.”

“Noooo, don’t stop, don’t stop fucking me, please, mmhm,” Victoria wailed, her hole salivating over his leaving cock as she rolled her hips backwards, trying to keep the cock inside. “Please, keep fucking me, I’ll keep begging, but please, don’t stop.”

“That depends. I’ll keep fucking you…” Shawn gripped her waist tighter, digging his fingers into her skin, as he slammed his cock deep inside her, harder than before. “…if you admit you’re my slut.”

Victoria gasped, partly at the request but mostly because the fat, hard cock driving into her tight, wet pussy. She felt sick even thinking about saying it, but she told herself that saying it didn’t make it true. This was just more of her policy of appeasement, to give Shawn want he wants so she could get what she wanted. Endure and survive, she reminded herself.

But Victoria was unwilling it admit to herself that what she had wanted had changed. Before she wanted to leave, but now, more than anything, she wanted to stay, to be fucked, for his big cock to make her cum. She was no longer simply trying to survive Shawn Lewis, she was relishing in him. She lied to herself, telling herself she was the one playing Shawn, that he’d have her now, and she’d enjoy it, but never again. Unaware that Shawn hadn’t even finished completely turning her to his will.

“I…” She had a second of doubt, erased as his cock sank inside her pussy, her hips bucking back in response. “I’m your slut.”

“Say my name,” Shawn demanded, no longer resorting to threats since he knew she would willingly comply.

“I’m your slut, Shawn,” Victoria moaned, reaching out gripping the rims of the pool table as she looked over her shoulder at the man fucking her, his tight grip on her hips, his expression one of complete and utter triumph. She thought him the fool, and gave him a little more for extra, “Fuck your slut, Shawn.”

“I would…” He said, abruptly stopping, his cock still half way inside her hole. “But, she’s already fucking me.”

Victoria’s eyes widened, dropping down from Shawn’s face to her ass, watching it bounce up and down Shawn’s cock. How had she not noticed this? Her own body, betraying her, impaling her pussy on Shawn’s big, thick dick, rolling her hips as she slid her lips up and down his shaft, taking it all the way in, and rising up until the glans were just poking out. Despite her surprise, her complete and utter horror that maybe he was right, that maybe she was his slut, her ass never stopped moving, bobbing up and down his cock with a mind of its own.

“It…it’s your cock…it’s so big,” Victoria confessed, panting, unable to tear her eyes from her rump, watching it lift and drop, feeling the thick dick below slipping out and in. “It feels so good filling my tight, little pussy over and over.”

“I always knew you’d love my dick,” Shawn smirked proudly, moving his hands down from her waist to knead her wobbling ass cheeks, prying them apart and watching the wrinkled pink little asshole in the middle twitch every time she dropped her ass on his cock. “I tried to tell you.”

“Fuck, if I’d know it was this good, I’d have let you fuck me sooner,” Victoria said, and meaning it. Ashley had been right, back at the newspaper office’s; she needed to get fucked again, by someone who wanted her. And there was no one in the world who wanted to fuck her more than Shawn Lewis. He wanted her so much he was consumed by it, obsessed by his desire. He wanted her so bad, he didn't care what she wanted. “I can’t believe I resisted this earlier.”

“That’s because you were denying your true nature, what you really are,” Shawn replied, his breathing picking up, enjoying the pressure of Victoria’s tight cunt around his cock. “Denying what a fucking little slut you are.”

“I am a fucking little slut, your fucking little slut,” Victoria moaned, slapping her ass back against his cock. “Fuck your little slut, Shawn. Fuck her hard again.”

Shawn pushed forward with his hips, stuffing her pussy full of his fat dick with a loud smack that resonated around the room. He pulled back and shoved it in again, creating a rhythm, each thrust punctuated by the clap of flesh on flesh. “Like that?” He growled through gritted teeth. “You like it like that?”

“Ah, yes, yes, I like it like that, I like it when you fill me hard and fast,” Victoria cooed, barely able to breathe as Shawn’s cock rapidly plugged up her tight hole. “This is how I was meant to be fucked. This little pussy was meant for your big cock.”

“You like my dick that much?” Shawn chuckled, bemused. “So much that you’d give it your pussy?”

“Oooooh, yes, fuck yes, don’t stop, hard, that’s it, fuck me hard,” Victoria squealed the twitching in her cunt sending shockwaves through out her body, making her quiver and sweat. “It’s your pussy, take it, yes, fuck yes, take it.”

Shawn leaned forward, his hands moving up her body, her skin shivering at his touch as he pulled her head up, bringing her ear to his mouth as he whispered, “I don’t want to take it. I want you to give it to me.”

He let her go and stepped back, his cock sliding out of her pussy with a slick, loud pop, that empty feeling returning since the first time she begged. Victoria groaned, lifting her head, and watching Shawn turn and walk away.

“Come.” he commanded, as she slipped off the pool table, back on to her own two feet, her leaking cunt dribbling juices all over her thighs. She watched him head towards the master bedroom, calling to her over his shoulder. “Come and show me how much you love this cock. Show me how meant for my cock you are.”

Victoria stood, glistening with sweat, her mind foggy with lust, naked except for her torn yoga pants and her trainers, staring off into the direction where Shawn had left. Were this any other time, she’d have thought this was a chance to leave, to run. She looked down to her side, Dustin still nearby, gagged with her panties, tied to a chair, completely aghast at what he’d just witnessed, staring at her with wide, sad eyes, imploring her not to enter that bedroom. But with her aching pussy between her legs, greedily demanding more of Shawn’s cock, she wasn’t sure there was any way she could say no.