You're way beyond resisting

Part of you is repulsed by Cody's juvenile crudeness, but your seeming need to be controlled and used is too overpowering for you to do anything but obey. Without hesitation you suck him into your mouth, slurping and drooling, tasting your own ass on a man's cock for the second time that night.

He holds your hair and fucks your face, grunting like an animal, his head thrown back in feral pleasure. You hold his hips and take him as deep as you can, receiving his rough uncaring thrusts while trying not to gag. He uses you like a cheap whore, fucking your mouth with no pretence of kindness or care about your satisfaction or comfort. You're surprised to find that you love the feeling of being used and degraded, love his uncaring **** of your mouth.

You're surprised when he pushes you away, expecting, wanting him to fill your mouth with cream, wondering if you did something to displease him. You whimper, wanting his cock, wanting him in some hole, needing him.

"Had all three of your holes now bitch," he snarls. "Not so smug now, are you. Teasing a teenage boy like you did. You look like a come-slut. A cheap come-slut."

His words sting, but you want him, and you know that he can say anything to you, treat you any way he likes as long as he sticks his cock in you again.

"Fuck my slutty holes," you moan, spreading your thighs and wriggling at him. "Fuck any hole you want. Fuck me hard."

He looks down at you, stroking his cock, his face cruel and calculating as he looks at you fingering your pussy, spreading your folds in invitation. He doesn't react beyond watching you writhe, and remembering how he used to watch your ass you roll over, raising your hips to present your ass to him, offering yourself like a bitch in heat ready to be mounted. You look over your shoulder at him, your eyes pleading for his cock.