Unknown Waifish Model Ch. 02
Keywords: Waifish, Unknown, Model, Ch., 02,
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I struggled briefly as he sought to pull my hands away from my breasts, but he was stronger. Down below, everyone stared at my lewd display. Phil placed my hands on the rail and used his on to cover my breasts. Not quite what I had in mind, but at least I was covered.
"Here it comes baby," he said, and pushed his hips forward.
Christ, his penis hurt! It opened me, it kept penetrated me and there was nothing I could do about it. I grimaced in pain, giving a long and drawn out, "Owww fuck. . ." The people watched below. To them I was a girl being fucked - a virgin being taken on her honeymoon. But inside, I was a heterosexual male; my body feminized and chastised, taken from behind by another man. Ugh- Oh God, a large man. A large sadistic black man.
"Just relax and go with it," he whispered thickly in my ear. But it was impossible. With something that big invading your ass, the body's reaction is to clench. I couldn't overcome it and each time I clenched, it hurt even more.
But he never stopped. Monster! In fact, he lurched faster and faster. His fingers played with my nipples, tugging and tweaking the hardened nubs. They hurt and my ass burned with pain.
"Play with your clit," he said. "It will help."
At that point, I would do anything to lessen the pain, even play with myself for this bastard. I reached my hand down and attempted to tug on my collared cock.
"Ouch!" I cried, as he viciously tweaked my nipples.
"Girls don't tug," he said. "Girls finger. Up and down and around and around in little circles."
Evil bastard. He got off on robbing me of every last strip of my masculinity. But, hell I gave up, I starting stroking myself. Anything to take my mind off the pain. I followed orders and did my best to imitate what I remembered from watching women pleasure themselves. While I couldn't get an erection, I found that I could still feel pleasure and soon the pleasure grew, emanating from my groin and moving to my newly acquired sensitive nipples and even to my ass. I tried my best to resist, but my body betrayed me by pushing back against him, gasping and grunting as he took me. The bell attached to the ring on my cock jingled faster and faster.
There I was on the balcony of a large hotel in Vegas in broad daylight, moaning and groaning while a large black man was taking my ass while clutching my breasts. To anyone looking, I was a thin blonde girl, clearly enjoying what was happening to her on her wedding night. Not just enjoying it, but getting ready to orgasm. Little did they know how much I desired *not* to orgasm. Not like this. And certainly not for *him*.
Oh, but no matter what I desired, my body had other ideas. It wanted it. It needed it.
"I feel you getting tighter baby girl," he laughed. "You're loving this, aren't you?"
"No," I grunted. But, the truth was, it did feel good in some sick way.
"You're lying," he said, grabbing my hand, pulling it away from my collared cock, and forcing it back to the handrail. "But anyway, let's talk about something for a minute."
God, there I was, penetrated from the rear, nearly naked and on display to the people watching from the pool. How could he want to talk at a time like this? My cheeks burned with humiliation. "Please," I begged.
"You want some more of this, don't you?" he asked.
"Yes," I admitted, with tears flowing from my eyes. I didn't want to be fucked; I only wanted to go back inside. I only wanted my life back.
"You're doing a pretty good job of keeping up with your marriage vows so far," he said. "At least the obey part. But what about the honor part? Huh?"
"I don't know." I just wanted back in to the bedroom. "What do you want me to do?"
"You're trying to obey again. To honor, you have to think for yourself. Now, I'm gonna finish fucking your tight little puss, but if you want to cum to, you need to think of a way to honor me."
And he started fucking me again and as much as I wanted to just let him finish using me, deep inside, I knew I needed to cum too. It had been weeks and by now I was desperate. I didn't want to give him the satisfaction, but I could feel his cock grow longer and harder. Oh, that black bastard, he was going to cum regardless. My resistance and pride crumbled.
"Daddy," I grunted, whispering as he fucked me. "I do honor you. Please let me cum."
"So you are proud of me? Of your marriage? Of getting your cherry busted? You don't act proud to me. Stuck up bitch. You act ashamed."
I was ashamed. Deeply ashamed. I wasn't a girl, but a guy. I wasn't supposed to be the one getting fucked. I looked down at the people below. They were still staring, wondering what was going on up here, wondering who was fucking me, wondering what kind of girl would let someone do this to her. My cheeks and ears burned with the fire of humiliation. I couldn't bear to do it, but I did it anyway. I honored him the only way I knew how.
"Oh yes, Daddy," I cried. "That's it. Pop my cherry. Make me your wife." I was dirt. No, I was lower than dirt. I was an earthworm that lived beneath a pig's sty.
"That's it bitch, honor me," he said. "Go ahead and ugh - ugh -play with your clit, but you better hurry. I'm ah- ready to cum. Fuck if I ain't ready."
He didn't have to tell me twice. My hand flew down. It was a blur as I fingered my cock through my panties, making quick circles.
His hands left my breasts and grabbed my hips, as he pounded into me. I wanted to cover them from the leering gaze of the onlookers below, at least my tender nips, but all I could do was hold on tight to the rail and absorb the force of his body colliding with my own. The sound of our bodies slapping together was so loud that it drowned out the ringing bell that was mounted to my collared cock. There was no way the people staring didn't know what was happening. Suddenly, I felt a wrenching surge of pleasure and the pressure in my cock grew as I struggled to cum against the ring that bound me. My cock glowed with pleasure. I came but not like I used to. Instead of my passion peeking in spurts, it just sort of flowed from me. I cried out as my ass spasmed. Cried so loud that the people down at the pool started pointing, mothers hustled their children back inside, hand over their young eyes. But at the moment I didn't care. I had experienced release - glorious sweet release. I felt the cock in my ass swell and then, he must have cum too because it was sliding quite easily now. He thrust hard several more times and then he finally slowed.
"Ah . . ." Phil sighed, letting go of my hips. I slid down to my knees on the concrete floor of the balcony.
"Shit, you a good lay," Phil said, as he grabbed my nose and pulled me face first toward his filthy cock. What the fuck was he doing? Surely he didn't expect. . . Oh God no!
He continued pulling my nose, relentlessly moving me closer to his cock. A cock made dirty by my ass and his congealing filthy juice.
"Stop," I said through clenched teeth. "You're dirty."
"Think of it as a reminder to keep your self clean for me," he said dryly. "Now do it, or you'll be down at the bar hustling your ass to convention goers."
"Plea-mmphh" I tried to beg, but he ignored me, thrusting into my mouth. It was horrible. I wanted to wretch, but I somehow managed to finish.
"Good girl," he smiled down at me and tussled my hair. "Why don't you make yourself pretty for me? Be sure to use some mouthwash, and then maybe we can go down and do some gambling."
At that point, anything would be better than what had just happened to me. I gladly went downstairs to the casino with him. I never got to gamble. Just blow on his dice. In three days, he took me countless times, in more ways than I could have imagined.
And that is the story of how I spent my honeymoon with my enemy, my kidnapper, the black bastard who was now . . . my husband.
To be continued. . .
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Keywords: Waifish, Unknown, Model, Ch., 02,