Ass Raping pleases him!

Ass exposed and tied up in ropes to keep me where he wanted me. He came in again as he did a weak light shone through the tiny, barred basement window, fanning out into light fingers in the darkness. Boxes and old furniture filled the room. My wrists were resting on an old office gray computer desk with a wheel to support my body weight. I could feel the layer of dust and dirt under my feet as they shuffled. The slapping sound on my ass was much louder than it felt. No matter how I angled and tensed my ass, the concave shape fit too well into his cock to keep making that loud slapping sound that echoed in the bare concrete walls of the basement. He never minded the sound keeping his rhythm.

My pussy wasn’t aroused. I had no arousal. I wasn’t horny. Just felt sad. I could feel the movement of his cock. I could feel the widening of my pussy. It felt like touch detached from emotional sensation, kind of how I rub a piece of toilet paper up or insert a tampon. Nothing like actual sex, my body wasn’t in motion with desire. I was fully aware of my legs as I was standing, kind of standing like at a bus stop, slightly bored. He was prodding my ass like I let a doctor prod me. It feels sensitive, yet I’m simply being handled.

“You slut deserve to be raped,” He panted into my ear with that mouth that was way too close to my ear. I hated how he was right on top of me. “Beg me!”

“Please, let this be the last time,” I begged him. “I don’t want this.”

“I don’t give a fuck what you want,” he hissed with anger into my ear. He grabbed my face to turn me around. His other hand landed a thudding slap on my cheek. “Beg me!”

“Please, rape me,” I choked out. Tears were running down my face. Then he grabbed me harder. He was turned on and he started fucking my ass with new enjoyment. He didn’t care about my tears. I cried. I let the tears run down.

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