Finding the Whore Within

He flicked his tongue quickly over her, then flattened his tongue against her. She shuddered, her breath caught in her throat, and then her entire body began to quake.

She bucked violently against his mouth and he wrapped his arms under her thighs and around her hips to try his best to hold her down as her orgasm coursed through her flesh.

She closed her eyes so tight, she saw stars, and her arms flailed wildly about her own head until she held her own flushed face and took her thumb in her mouth as if she was a child trying to calm herself. She lay there twitching in delight as he removed his mouth from her and stood back, his face glistening with her juices.

He smiled at the juxtaposition of her infantile thumb sucking with her spent body splayed out, spent and easy. When he moved away from her, she slid down the chair, her legs falling open revealing her well eaten cunt, the dried semen from his blow job was clearly visibly on her chest, but her face was serene, even angelic, a shadow of the innocence she once possessed.

He reached down and pulled her up like a rag doll, one hand behind her neck, the other around her slim waist. Her unfocused eyes looked at him with the kind of adoration women reserve for the man who first teaches them how to orgasm.

"Now I'm going to fuck you, Laurie," he said matter of factly as he bent her over his desk. She made a small noise of assent, but lay limp and still, face down on the hard wood.

He stood behind her, his cock once again hard and eager to explore every inch of her young body. He kicked her legs apart and wet his cock by licking three fingers of his hand and transferring the saliva to it. He rubbed the head up and down her slit, feeling her still wet, parting her lips again.

He pushed forward, the mushroom cap of his cock slid into her. He expected her to be tight, but he hadn't felt a cunt this tight in a long time. He took hold of her waist and rocked slightly back and forth.

The feeling of being opened cleared her head and she raised herself up on her elbows and looked back at him with lidded eyes. She wasn't a virgin, and it surprised her that her high school boyfriend's cock hadn't prepared her to be fucked by a man. To be fucked by this man at any rate.

He was going slowly, and it was agony. "Just do it," she thought, "Just fuck me, just grab me and split me open." Then she thought how whorish her thoughts had become and shivered. But still she began to push back against him, and he took her sudden alertness to be a sign.

He took firm hold of her hips at the perfect point where they sloped into the wideness of her ass, and he pushed hard into her.

She cried out into the room at the sudden violation but managed to say aloud despite herself "Yes, fuck, yes, like that."

Even though her cunt was impossibly tight, she was as wet as he'd experienced, and her insistence on being fucked hard was the only excuse he needed to begin pounding into her.

She whimpered and whined, mewled and cried as he stretched her young cunt in ways she hadn't imagined. Her past boyfriend had been little more than heavy petting compared to the violation she was currently experiencing.

Her whines and moans turned into a steady string of gibberish, "fuck, fuck, fuck," she muttered aloud, and then whining between despair and ecstasy, "I'm a whore, I'm a whore, I'm a whore."

For his part, Mr. Reeves, watched as the young woman devolved into a fuck toy for his pleasure. He leaned over her, his cock buried deep inside her, and whispered in her ear. "You've got a tight cunt for a whore. Not for long, though, I'm gonna make you a perfect fit for my cock."

She whimpered at the thought. He took hold of her hair and pulled her back onto him, making her arch her back in the perfect way. He held her hair tight and fight fucked her young cunt like she was made for his cock.

When he smacked her ass with his free hand, a jolt shot through her, and when he smacked her ass harder a second time in concert with an especially hard thrust, she was cumming again, this time on his cock. Convulsing and contracting around the steely invader, urging him on as she found release for a second time.

He pressed violently into her through her orgasm, but when she had gone limp again, he pulled out, much to her disappointment.

Left empty and wanting, she wondered in her daze what was going to happen. Did he cum? She thought she'd know if he came, but her boyfriend always used a rubber, so she'd never been filled before.

As she mused she felt a new sensation. Something cool and wet sliding down the crack of her ass. It wasn't all together unpleasant, like a lotion or a massage oil. And then she felt pressure at her anal opening.

Her eyes shot open wide and she looked over her shoulder in fear. He noticed her expression, and said simply, "Sluts are open to their men. Open in every way."

He pressed forward and she shook her head almost imperceptibly with wide eyes as her ass began to open. If she wanted to stop him, she didn't. Nor was she sure she could have. If her pussy felt violated her ass felt like it was being destroyed.

She breathed heavy, like a woman in labor. He went slowly and his cock sank into her tightest hole. There was some pain, but a strange pleasure. She knew she wanted this. She wanted to be the kind of woman who could take anything a man could give.

It caught him off guard when she pushed back to hasten this new violation. "Oh," he said, "you want my cock in your ass, you dirty little slut? Want to show me just how whorish you can be?"

"Yes," she replied breathlessly, "Yes, I'm a whore, make me a whore, treat me like a whore." Her instance became a mantra, chanted over and over, "Make me a whore, make me a whore," as his cock slowly disappeared into her.

"It's obscene," he said, his cock almost buried, "Just how stretched your ass is right now, young lady."

"I'm no lady," she panted, "I'm a whore."

One last push and he was in her. He gave a moment to get used to the feeling of fullness. Buried deep inside her anal cavity, he opened the bottle of lube he had used and poured it down over her ass generously and the place where the hilt of his cock stretched her ass the widest.

He slid out of her, and then back in, and again, and again after that. Soon he had built up a rhythm.

"Oh my god," she breathed, "You're fucking my ass. My ass is being fucked." Her head dropped back to the desk, "I'm such a whore," she mumbled.

"Even a smart girl like you," he grunted sarcastically, feeling the impossible tightness around his cock, "can learn something new every day. Now reach under yourself and rub your clit."

Again she did as she was told and was surprised to find just how amazing this felt. Her body responded to both the violation and the attention, and soon she was moaning and writhing as he slid in and out of her ass, a familiar feeling brewing inside her, another orgasm was on its way.

"God," she thought, "what kind of girl cums with a cock in her ass?" But she knew the answer.

He could sense the change in her body, he was getting good at reading her signals. His own orgasm was coming, but not yet, "Don't cum," he barked at her, "Unless I tell you to." He received a whine in reply.

Still he drilled into her, exploring new depths, his cock swelling as his orgasm approached. She whined and whimpered, but as with all things, she obeyed.

But soon she was begging permission, "Please, sir," she whimpered, "Please I'm so close. Please let me cum again."

"You can't cum, until I do," he grunted, enjoying making her wait.

"Then please sir," she whined, "Please cum, cum in my ass, cum in my dirty whorish ass."

Her words were too much and his own damn finally broke. He called out for her to join him as his cock spasmed deep inside her bowels and released itself into her tight hole.

She came too, the feeling of being flooded with a man's cum for the first time combined with her fingers on her clit made her shake and shutter for a third time. Crying out for him to "mark her," and "make her his bitch."

He fell on top of her, crushing her small frame into the hard wood of his desk. His cock, gradually shrinking as her ass overflowed with his cum and it spilled out around his cock and ran down the backs of her thighs.

In a short time he had receded from her, and stood again. But she just lay there, his cum leaking from her well fucked ass.

He went and sat back behind his desk. His cock sloppy with their joint fluids. "Ms. Eagleton," he said, "I'm very impressed by your abilities. The job with my friend is real, I hope you call him." He handed her his business card, "And I expect you to call me, as well."

She sheepishly lifted herself from his desk and found her discarded clothes. For a moment she wanted to ask for something to clean herself, but Mr. Reeves was no longer paying her any attention, and was instead making a phone call.

She worried for a moment about ruining her skirt, but she slid it over her cum soaked ass anyway, thinking to herself, "That's what a whore would do." She finished dressing and left, sticky and wet and reeking of sex.

If she had any regrets it was only this: he hadn't cum in her cunt. She wasn't on the pill, and there would have been a danger, but the wicked thought flashed through her mind that getting pregnant would serve her right for being such a whore. "Next time," she thought, "next time."