Lana - Part 2

Tuesdays are hectic days at my clothing shop. Women are known to be impatient with everything, especially when they have to pay. I give them drinks to quench their inner beasts, behind their model looks and manicured nails, they have evil step sister tendencies. Rich women. Spoiled women. Bad women...

I sighed. I tried not to think about the "attack" that has happened to me 3 weeks ago. He called me a rich whore. A bad bitch. all those words, they aren't true. I worked hard so I wouldn't think about it. Yes, He fucked me hard, the cranking furniture. I wiped a sweat off my forehead. Stop thinking about it!!! He won't come back. He would never dare. Forget it.

Wine flows like water in my shop, it's an investment. Clients pay a lot more when they're flattered and drunk.I myself would tip a glass sometimes, to get through the pressure. It helps.

Anyway, about my boyfriend of 3.5 years, Jessie hasn't seen me for 3 weeks. He's been busy working as a corporate lawyer in Makati. We used to see each other every two weeks but sometimes, we're apart and spend hours on viber to communicate.

We have a secret viber chat, where we send explicit messages and pictures to each other. Of course, X video calls is a part of that. Every relationship needs that, fuck the hypocrites. Saying they wouldn't get naked for their boyfriends online. Yeah right. Liars.

One night, it was warm and I wore a pink silk tank top and silk panties to chat with him. I made sure to turn him on. I wore the reddest lipstick I have and dangling Pearl earrings. Of course Jessie was ready, stroking his cock while I sat on my chair listening to whatever he wanted me to do.

"Open your legs babe"
"wider"
"yes like that babe, touch your breasts"
"put your hands inside your panties"

I follow everything he says. I'm not shy with Jessie, he can see all of me whenever he wants. I trust him. We make passionate love, not violent, not selfish, not abusive.

So I began touching myself. Stroking my breasts through the silk top. Perspiring and hot. I licked my fingers and played with my clits. I was moist... very moist.

"show me your pussy"

I slipped my panties to the side and showed him. Camel toe in the flesh. Smooth. Shaved. Pink.

"play baby"

2 fingers in. I began to wiggle my hips to meet the thrust of my fingers inside of me. I licked my own juices and spit on my fingers to wet me some more. Up and down, up and down, stroking my clit, exploring my own depths. My fingers bent, finding the knob that sends tingle all over my body down to my toes. It burns. Oh how it burns.

"open wider..."

I took the camera closer to my pussy, so he could see better and Hear me better when I moan by my own pleasure.

These pussy lips were making noises, so wet he could hear it. My fingers glided in rhythmic motions, feeling my folds plump up. I closed my eyes, imagining being fucked from behind, on the sofa. Violently. Thrusting deeper and deeper, closer and closer to the end of no return.

Fuck you whore. I'm going to fuck you anyway I want...

"mmm... no..." my eyes shut. "No... please don't"

My thoughts spun out of control as I fingered myself so fast, I came hard, so hard, I couldn't breathe for a moment. Gasping for air, I accidentally closed our viber conversation not knowing if Jessie had cum or not. I just lost it...

why was I thinking of that stupid attack on me? Why did I cum on those rough, unloving, senseless fucking?? I hated myself after the sensations were over. I felt dirty and showered for 45 minutes.

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The day was finally over and I'm happy to have sent the last client out to her waiting car. I went back in to my shop and tidied up the clothes rack, the mannequin display, the wine bottles and fluffed the waiting chairs. As I turn to get my bag. I heard the door open and clicked closed.

A shadow came above me. The room was dim and only the street lamps illuminated my office. I was about to go ...

"don't turn around"

That voice. It sent shivers down my spine. Not here. Not now. No. I closed my eyes.

I would love to fuck your face sometime!

The memory of his voice saying those words rang into my ears.

"No. Please don't" I whispered, fingers gripped my bag so tight.

He came closer and closer, sniffed my hair. Ran his fingers on my shoulder, groaned over my ear.

"Don't do this Ronnie..." My lips quivering.

He made a little laugh.

"that's not even my name..."

Bewildered. What's his name? He lied. Of course.

He held my shoulders and gently pushed me down to my knees.

"don't look" as he walked in front of me.

I was shaking...

He Unzipped his pants and his huge cock sprung into life.

"Open your mouth..."

He grabbed my chin. I could see the outline of his face, the light have lit his facial features like he was Michelangelo's David. Don't look. He whispered.

He brushed his dick on my lips and pinched both sides of my cheeks hard that my lips parted.

His cock filled my warm mouth and he began to rock back and forth. Slowly fucking himself with my lips.

"Good girl..."

His fingers knotted my hair, pulling my head closer and closer each time. My lipstick started to smear. I gulped. His dick would sink deep down my throat, my eyes started to well up with tears. Both of his hands held my head in place. His cock was throbbing in my mouth, I could feel the veins tightening and his precum mixed with my saliva. I spitted it out. He smiled.

"up"

He was ready to fuck me. So I thought.

He tugged my chiffon blouse and the buttons fell like raindrops to the floor. The fabric tore like it was made of paper. Violent man. He scares the shit out of me. My breathing became so erratic. There were times when I think I didn't breathe at all and thought I would pass out.

"Skirt off" He firmly whispered.

I looked down at my peach, pleated skirt.

"Ye... yess sir" my voice quivering.

It seemed natural for me to say those words. "Sir".... I fumbled on my skirt, but my cold fingers can't seem to find the zipper.

"Nevermind..." stroking my behind, he harshly pulled up my skirt and tugged my panties down... I swiveled a little.

"you never eat, do you?"

Hurting me with my insecurities. Tall, skinny, pale... with only my pleated skirt on, I tried to cover myself with my hands. Hugging myself.

"You're beautiful." Standing in front of me, touching my neck and shoulders.

I never believed anyone who said I'm beautiful. He touched my face. I closed my eyes and felt his hunger for me with my hands. My fingers hardly met on his huge cock. I rubbed him. Feeling his stiffness. Veins swelling beneath my thumb.

"Turn around... bend over"

The marble floor was cold and my feet felt the sting. I turned away from him obligingly bending over. My skirt rode up my ass and exposed my bum, showing a peek of my parted flesh.

He took a ribbon from the boxes I use to pack clothing and tied my hands from behind, he then kicked my legs apart and my pussy unfolded. He noticed I was moist. Not like the first time. I'm now stupidly moist.

My belly started to feel hollow and my mouth became so dry. I can't bear this anymore... how long? Please ?

His hand held an empty bottle of wine.

no.

"spread your legs"

He spit on the neck of bottle and slowly from the tip, he inserted it in to my pink flesh. Slowly, back and forth, fucking me with the wine bottle. It's stiff and hard. It was torturous, I want him to stop and fuck me with his cock, but no, he was so amused. He was standing behind me, his thumb plugged my butthole and continued to fuck me with the object.

"No...Bend over" Feeling how I tried to move away.

"mmmmp... stop" I begged creasing my eyebrows.

"Please stop...no " pleasure mixed with uncomfortable sensations.

"No..." my legs felt limp. My knees dropped to the floor with my hands tied on to back, I was helpless, my face rubbed against the cold marble floor. It was cold but I began to sweat.

His thumb hasn't left my butthole, he stuck it in. I was panting as he continued to abuse me with his weird fetish. The wine bottle is lathered with my juices, white, silky. In and out, deeper. The neck entirely vanishing in my depths.

"you're so sexy... such a slut"

My belly sank in deep breaths, mouth opened releasing the pressure.

".....ssshh.. ahhh"

closing my eyes... biting my lips.

He finally switched the bottle for his big cock and I licked my lips as if tasting the sex on air.

"mmmnn... "

He pulled my hair.

slut. bitch. whore.

Fucked by a stranger.

"mmmm... " my soft parted flesh receiving him wholly. His nuts slapping on my ass.Yes fuck this slut pussy.

He thrusted me deep. One hand on my shoulder and the other on my hips.His rhythm intensified. Almost losing balance he lifted me mid air. He fucked me bent over to his cock. My toes touching the floor.

"yahh...mmmp...yahh"

I felt dizzy. His cock filling me deeper. Pleasedon't make me cum.Please don't.

He grazed my back his teeth, sucking and biting my pale skin.

I can't.
I mustn't.

"...noooo" I helplessly shivered... "nooo..."

Tension released by a squirt of golden showers down to my legs and on to the floor. waves and waves of electric pleasure filled my belly and washed ashore to my face. My whole body tightened.

"good girl..."

He unraveled me, hands now free, he laid me flat on the floor... I was half dead, limp in delirium. My hands on the side , my legs spread on the floor. My bright skin illuminating.

He went on top of me. Squishing my body down. Finishing himself off. fucked me. His cock savored my limp pussy. He doesn't care if I'm responding or not. He just fucked away. He came hard inside. Shooting cum into my folds.

"shit bitch... ahhh" he dropped to my ear.

He didn't pull out until all of his cum was dumped in me. He even wiped the tip of his cock on my pussy lips.

Then he rolled away to my side.

I fell asleep.

~end of part 2~