You decide to lie

It's not like he'll know the dirty secrets buried in your horny heart. "I- I was thinking of my ex boyfriend," you stammer out.

He gives a disgusted sigh. "Really? An ex? Boring." He snorts and begins picking up the pace of his rocking hips. "What about your ex got you so hot and bothered?" He starts playing with your clit.

"I-" Oh God it's so hard to think with your clit being rubbed like that; you really don't want to spill any of your secrets to this stranger, it's an awful idea. "I-"

"I guess I should stop distracting you." He sounds amused as the hand fondling your clit moves away and grabs your breast in a twisting motion.

There's so many sensations threatening to overwhelm you, but most of your focus is increasingly on your growing need to come; every little bit of hatred and disgust you have for this situation funnels physical pleasure directly to your pussy. "No, please, I'll tell you, please..." You pause, then throw your dignity to the wind to beg,"Please keep touching my clit."

"So your ex boyfriend?" You can practically hear the raised eyebrow. He moves his hand to brush up on your thigh suggestively, and the nearness of having what you want reduces your caution to nothing.

"I liked it when he held me down," you blurt, and the magical hand returns to diddle your clit. You sob with relief, your body is taut with the need to come.

"Did you?" he sounds amused and pleased as he shifts the angle of his hips; a new spot in your anus is feeling the unpleasant burn, it seems, but the hand on your throbbing clit has all your attention. "Did he make it hurt?"

"Not enough," you babble, trying to cant your hips to and fro for a better angle. Distantly, you sense that you're going to regret what you're saying, but you can't really be bothered to focus on why. Your eyes are shut tight as you chase your orgasm, and your forehead drops to where your arms have folded on the cardboard.

"Did you wish he'd hurt you more? Treat you more like rapemeat?" His voice sounds so distant, but the words ring true.

"Oh yes, yes, he wasn't rough enough, he didn't like treating me like a cunt but..." you trail off as the bliss begins to overtake you - the painful, hateful anal fucking fueling your contrary desires, that experienced hand playing with your pussy and clit, your nipples swollen and heavy.

"You're a rapewhore, aren't you?" he grunts. "You deserve to be ****."

"Yes, yes, I'm a rapewhore," your lips mumble blissfully from the nest of your arms,"I deserve to be r-APed," your voice breaks as the orgasm consumes you.

His hips still as your cunt clenches around his fingers, seeking something of more substance to hold onto. As your breathing begins to even out, he starts slamming into your ass again. This time, there's little pleasure to distract you from the foreign sensation, as disgust converted into arousal can only go so far with a body fresh from an intense orgasm.

You hate it.

You love it.

He surges forth one last time as he comes in your ass with a grunt.