Chapter 5: Resolution
Emily had disappeared in the perfume store last night and though he had alerted the police they said give it 24 hours and then call them back.
Mark had been sitting in the same spot in his apartment for hours waiting for her.
He had called her name a hundred times and texted her a thousand times with no response.
He had just about given up hope when he heard the front door unlock.
He rushed to the door and flung it open to find some black woman there. He didn’t even recognize it was Emily!
Until she said, “Hey, Mark. I’m home.”
Mark stared at her in disbelief. "What the fuck happened to you?’ he asked, his voice barely a whisper.
Emily looked down at herself, her body covered in bruises and cum stains. She shrugged, a small smile playing on her lips.
“I met some... new friends last night. They showed me a good time.”
Mark couldn't believe what he was hearing. His Emily, the sweet, innocent girl he had known for years, was standing in front of him, talking about some fucking friends showing her a good time?
“wait…. Why do you look like that? How is that possible… what friends?” Mark couldn’t even grasp the situation going on in front of him!
He was struggling to make sense of the fact that his Emily was now some sort of black woman who had been abused. He felt anger, disgust, fear, and a strange mix of arousal.
“What the fuck do you mean, Emily?” Mark demanded, his voice shaking slightly. “You look like you’ve been fucking attacked or something. And what do you mean, new friends?”
Emily shrugged, her expression even and calm. “I met some guys last night. They showed me a good time, Mark. A really good time.”
Mark’s stomach churned as he envisioned what she might have done.
“emily, look at you! Do you hear what you are saying? What the fuck happened, this isn’t you!” Mark gasped!
"What the fuck, Emily? What have you done to yourself? Look at you, you're... you're black!"
Emily shrugged nonchalantly, as if she had just told him she'd gotten a new haircut. "Yeah, well, turns out that's what happens when you fuck around with magic perfumes. Who knew, right?" She smirked, running a hand through her now wavy, dark hair.
Mark's eyes widened in shock and disbelief. "Magic perfumes? What are you talking about? You can't just... just change like this! It's not possible!"
Emily rolled her eyes.
"Yes, it is. I don't have time to explain the intricacies of magical transformations to you right now, Mark. I just need a shower and some sleep. I've had a long night."
Mark stared at her, disbelief written all over his face. "A long night? Emily, you look like you've been through a fucking war. What the hell happened to you? Who did this to you?"
Emily's expression darkened, and she turned away from him. "Just some guys. They showed me a good time, like I said.
Emily's voice was flat, emotionless, and it sent a chill down Mark's spine. "What... what do you mean by that, Emily?"
Emily turned back to him, her eyes glazed over, as if she was reliving the night before. "They used me, Mark. They fucked me raw, they used me like a fucking slut." Her voice was filled with a strange mix of pride and disgust.
Mark's stomach churned at the thought of it. He couldn't imagine his sweet, innocent Emily being used like that. "Who? Who did this to you, Emily?" he demanded, his voice shaking with anger and fear.
Emily turned to face him, her eyes glazed over with a mix of pain and pleasure. A small smile played on her lips, and it sent a shiver of unease down Mark's spine. "You want to know who did this to me, Mark? Who made me feel alive? Who made me feel like a real woman for the first time in my life?" she asked, her voice a low purr.
Mark couldn't believe what he was hearing. This wasn't the Emily he knew, the sweet, innocent girl he had been dating for years. This... this was some dark, twisted version of her.
The way she spoke, the way she moved, it was like she was possessed by some sort of sex-crazed demon.
"Who, Emily? Who made you feel alive? Who made you feel like a real woman?" Mark asked, his voice barely above a whisper. He was equal parts terrified and turned on.
Emily stepped closer to him, her body brushing against his. She reached out, her hand wrapping around his cock through his jeans. "These guys did, Mark. They showed me what I was missing, what I needed.
They fucked me like an animal, used me like a filthy little slut. And you know what, Mark? I loved every fucking second of it," Emily purred, her hand tightening around Mark's rapidly hardening cock.
Mark let out a low groan, despite the inner turmoil raging within him. He couldn't deny the raw desire coursing through his veins, the primal need to claim Emily, to show her that she was his. But he also couldn't shake the feeling of revulsion, the knowledge that this wasn't the Emily he loved. This was some dark, twisted version of her, a stranger wearing her skin.
then she let go of mark “they gave me something you will never be able too, they’ve ruined me for anything other that fat black cocks!” She sneered at the man who used to be her boyfriend. Mark's mind was a whirlwind of confusion and desire, his cock rock hard in his jeans, betraying his revulsion. His hands cupped her face, his thumbs brushing away the smeared make-up and dried tears. She was a mess, his sweet Emily, now a stranger, a filthy whore who craved the touch of strangers.
Emily waves him off, she was only here to grab a few things anyway. She didn’t need much. And she would rather be out on the streets then with this small dick looser.
She brushed past him, heading to the bedroom to grab her few belongings. She had a small suitcase shoved under the bed, filled with her most prized possessions. She figured she could sell them for enough to get by for a while.
Mark followed her into the bedroom, his cock straining against his jeans, painfully hard. He wanted her, despite everything. He didn't understand what was happening to her, to them, but he couldn't deny the raw, primal desire coursing through his veins.
Emily turned to face him, her eyes hard, her expression cold. "You can't give me what I need, Mark.
You never could," Emily said, her voice cold and filled with disdain. She turned away from him, bending down to grab her suitcase from under the bed.
Mark's hands shook as he reached out, grasping her waist and pulling her back against him. He could feel the heat of her body, the curve of her ass pressing against his cock. He groaned, his body aching with need.
"Emily, please," he begged, his voice raw with desire. "Let me try. I can give you what you need. I know I can."
Emily laughed, a harsh, bitter sound that sent a shiver down Mark's spine.
"You're so fucking naive, Mark. You don't get it. You'll never get it. I'm not the same girl you think you know. I'm not fucking Emily anymore." She pushed his hands away from her waist and turned to face him, her eyes blazing with anger and desire. "I'm not the sweet, innocent little girl you used to fuck. I'm a fucking slut now, Mark. A filthy, dirty little whore who loves taking big, black cocks in every fucking hole."
Mark's cock throbbed in his jeans, betraying his own desire despite the fucked up situation.
He knew he shouldn't want her like this, shouldn't be aroused by the thought of her being used by other men. But he couldn't deny the raw, primal need coursing through his veins. He wanted to show her who she really belonged to, mark her as his own.
"Prove it," Emily challenged, a smirk playing on her lips. "Show me what you've got, Mark. Show me that you can make me feel something other than this empty shell I've become."
Mark's eyes darkened with lust and determination. He grabbed Emily's wrist, pulling her roughly towards the bed.
"I'm going to fucking prove it," he growled, pushing her down onto the mattress. She landed with a soft thud, her eyes never leaving his. He climbed on top of her, his weight pressing her down, his cock straining against his jeans. He leaned down, capturing her mouth in a brutal kiss, his tongue forcing its way inside, claiming her. She kissed him back, her hands gripping his hair, pulling him closer.
He broke the kiss, trailing his mouth down her neck, biting and sucking on the sensitive skin. Emily moaned, arching her back, pressing her tits against his chest.
Mark tore at her clothes, ripping the cheap fabric that was trying to pass for a dress. He growled in frustration, "Fucking trashy clothes for a fucking trashy whore."
He pulled her bare breasts out, his hands roughly groping and squeezing them. Emily gasped, her nipples already hard from the attention. Mark pinched them hard, making her cry out in pain and pleasure. "You like that, don't you, you little slut? You like it rough."
Emily nodded, her eyes closed, lost in the sensation. Mark bit down on one of her nipples, making her scream.
He sucked on it hard, his hand moving down to her pussy. He rubbed the outside of her lips, feeling the numbing cream still working its magic. He could feel the heat building up, the sensation of her pussy being on fire. He shoved two fingers inside her, curling them upwards to rub on her g-spot. Emily bucked her hips, her body already needy for more. Mark thrust his fingers in and out of her, his thumb rubbing on her clit. He was rough, unforgiving, just like she wanted.
“You’re such a fucking slut, aren’t you?” Mark growled, his voice thick with lust.
Emily looked at him with disdain, “you think you can handle this slut, white boy?” she taunted him.
Mark growled, “Shut the fuck up and take my cock, you little whore.”
Emily smirked, “Make me, bitch.”
Mark grabbed her by the throat and slammed her back onto the bed, his other hand tearing at his belt. He freed his cock, it was hard and ready, throbbing with need for her. He spit on the head, using it as lube, and rubbed it on the shaft before shoving it into her mouth.
“Suck it, you filthy cunt,” he demanded, his voice thick with lust.
Emily moaned around his cock, her hands gripping his thighs for support. She took him deep, her nose pressing into his pubic hair, her throat constricting around the shaft. Mark groaned, his hips moving, fucking her mouth with slow, steady thrusts.
“You take that cock like a good little slut, don’t you?” he taunted, his fingers tangling in her hair, pulling her head back roughly. Emily whimpered, her tears mixing with his pre-cum, dripping down her chin. She looked up at him through her lashes, her eyes watering, her mascara running down her face.
she was taking monster cocks all last night. Marks didn’t even make her tear up, in fact, it was cute.
He wanted her to take his entire fucking cock, all 8 inches of it.
"That's it, take it all you little slut," Mark growled, his hips thrusting harder, burying his cock deeper in her mouth.
She took him as deep as she could, her lips meeting his pubic hair. Her hands gripped his thighs tighter, her nails digging into his flesh.
"Damn, you're a good little cocksucker, aren't you?" Mark praised, his voice thick with lust.
"Now turn around and show me that ass. I wanna see that fat black ass that those guys filled with their cum."
Emily shivered at his words, her pussy clenching with desire. She turned around, presenting her ass to him, her cheeks still red from the rough handling she had received the night before.
Mark groaned, his cock throbbing with need. He smacked her ass hard, the sound echoing in the small room. "Spread your cheeks for me, slut. Show me that dirty little hole."
Emily complied, her cheeks spreading wide, revealing her tight, pink asshole. Mark licked his lips, his cock aching with need.
He spit on his fingers and rubbed the saliva over her asshole, preparing it for his invasion. Emily moaned, pushing back against his hand, eager for his touch. He slid one finger inside her, the tight heat of her ass gripping him like a vice.
"Fuck, you're so tight," he growled, working his finger in and out of her, stretching her slowly. He added a second finger, his eyes on the sight of her dark cheeks spread wide, her asshole clenching around his digits.
"That's it, take my fingers like a good little slut," he praised, his voice thick with lust.
He worked his fingers in and out of her ass, his other hand moving down to her pussy to keep her wet and ready. He rubbed her clit, his fingers sliding easily through her slick folds. Emily moaned, her body shaking with need and desire.
Mark added a third finger to her ass, her tight hole stretching to accommodate him. Emily gasped, a mixture of pain and pleasure coursing through her. "Fuck, yes, stretch that ass out for my cock," he growled, his voice thick with desire.
He withdrew his fingers, spitting on his cock to use as lube.
He gripped it tightly at the base as he guided the head to her entrance. "Fuck, your ass is so tight," he grunted, pushing past the initial resistance. Emily gasped, her body adjusting to the intrusion. Mark knew he needed to take it slow, let her get used to the size of his cock. He pressed in, inch by inch, until he was fully seated.
Emily's body shook as she took all of him, her breath coming in short gasps. Mark stayed still for a moment, giving her time to adjust. "Fuck, you feel incredible," he groaned, his hips starting to move in slow, shallow thrusts.
Emily gave him a cruel smile, “smart boy, my ass hasn’t been fucked enough, I can ah! Actually feel you” she said sultry. She started to move her hips, grinding against him. Mark groaned, his eyes rolling back in his head. He grabbed her hips, his fingers digging into her soft flesh, and started to move. Slowly at first, then faster and harder. He pounded into her, his hips slapping against her ass.
“Fuck, you feel so good, Emily,” he grunted.
“Good. Now fuck me like you mean it, you little bitch,” Emily sneered.
Mark groaned and did as he was told. He slammed into her harder, his hips moving like a jackhammer. Emily gasped and moaned, her body bouncing with every thrust.
Mark could feel her ass squeezing his cock, her tightness like a vice around him. He was fucking her hard, the sound of their flesh slapping together filling the room.
"That's it, you fucking whore. Take my cock like the little slut you are," Mark growled, his voice thick with lust.
Emily's moans turned to screams as Mark continued to pound into her. "Fuck! Yes! Harder! Fuck me harder, you little bitch!" she screamed.
Mark complied, giving her what she wanted. He pulled out almost all the way before slamming back into her, his hips moving like a piston.
“ah! Ah! Ah! Which one do you like more?! Old Emily? Or black Emily?” She gasped as he pounded her slightly used ass hole.
The numbing cream was wearing off, and she could feel every inch of his cock as it stretched her. She could feel every inch as it sunk deep into her asshole.
Mark could feel her ass squeezing him so tight it turned him on even more. He wanted to be rough, to fuck her how she wanted to be fucked. He wanted to show her that he could give her what she needed.
He pulled out and then slammed in even harder, making her scream out in pain and pleasure. He could hear the sound of his balls slapping against her wet pussy with every thrust.
"Yeah, that's it, you fucking slut. Take that big white dick up your black ass," Mark said, his voice dirty and primal.
Emily moaned and pushed back against him, meeting his thrusts. "Fuck, it feels so good.
“god Emily! You never let me do this before!” Mark grunted.
“that’s because you have to take it, un un ah! I guess you like black more!” Emily sneered.
“I didn’t want it from you, you little bitch. You never knew how to fuck me right. But these guys, they knew what I needed. They fucked me like the filthy whore I am.”
“Fuck you bitch!” Mark yelled. He was pumping into her faster, her tight asshole was squeezing him harder. He leaned over on her back so he could rub her clit as he pumped her asshole full!
The slapping of his balls against her pussy mixed with the wet sound of her asshole being filled made Mark even more excited. It was so dirty, so fucking wrong, yet it felt so right! He peppered her back and ass with slaps and grabbed her tits to pull her back onto him. To meet his thrusts. His cock was filled with her ass, his balls slapped her pussy, his hands slapped her body, it was pure fucking bliss.
"Fuck my ass, you piece of shit!" Emily screamed out as Mark continued to assault her holes. He laughed as he pounded her harder. "You love it don't you?
You love feeling like a used fucking whore," Mark taunted, his voice thick with lust as he grabbed Emily's hips, pulling her back onto his cock even harder.
Emily moaned in response, her body shaking with the force of his thrusts. "Yes... fuck yes... I love it... I love feeling like a dirty little slut," she panted, her voice raw with desire.
Mark slapped her ass again, leaving a bright red handprint on her dark skin. "You're a filthy little cockslut, aren't you? You love having your tight little asshole filled with cock, don't you?"
"Yes... god yes...
fuck me like you hate me... like you want to punish me for being such a fucking slut," Emily begged, her voice a ragged moan as Mark continued to pummel her ass, his hips slapping against her flesh with a wet, smacking sound.
Mark obliged, his desire to claim her, to mark her as his own, overriding any sense of decency or remorse. He fucked her harder, his feet digging into the mattress for leverage as he pistoned in and out of her tight, heat-engulfed asshole.
"You want to be punished, you fucking whore?" Mark growled, his voice thick with lust and anger.
"You want to be punished, you fucking whore? You want me to show you what a real man can do to a filthy little slut like you?"
Emily's breath hitched as Mark's fingers dug deeper into her hips, his grip bruising as he pulled her back onto his cock with each brutal thrust. "Yes," she moaned, her voice raw with need. "Fuck me until I can't take it anymore.”
Mark's cock throbbed at her words, his balls drawing up tight as he fought to control his release.
He wanted to make this last, to draw out every second of her pleasure before he finally let go.
"You want it hard, you little slut? You want me to fuck you like a fucking animal?" Mark growled, his voice guttural and primal.
"Yes! Fuck yes! Give it to me! Make me your little fucktoy!" Emily screamed, pushing back against him, meeting his brutal thrusts with equal force.
Mark's hips moved like a machine, his cock pistoning in and out of her fucked-out ass, the sound of their flesh slapping together filling the room like a filthy symphony.
He grabbed a handful of her hair, pulling her head back roughly, using it as leverage to fuck her even deeper.
"Is this what you want, you fucking bitch? You want to be used like a little whore?" he snarled, his voice thick with lust and anger.
Emily's body shook with each brutal thrust, her ass clenching around his cock like a vice. Yes, I want it! I want you to fucking use me, Mark! I want you to fuck me like the dirty little slut I am!" she screamed, her voice hoarse with desire and pain.
they fucked for another hour like that Emily had come 8 times soaking the bed as she sprayed each time. But finally mark was about to cream fill her chocolate asshole! He felt his balls tighten and his cock began to pulse deep inside her. He thrust into her hard and deep one last time. Her asshole clamping down holding him in.
He groaned, grinding his teeth together as he felt the pleasure building up. He knew he was close, so close to filling her with his hot cum. But he wanted to make it last, wanted to draw it out as long as possible.
"Fuck, Emily. I'm going to fill your little black ass with my cum. Do you want that? Do you want me to breed your tight little hole?" Mark growled, his hands digging into her hips, his fingers leaving bruises on her skin.
Emily moaned, her body shook with each thrust, her ass milking his cock. "Yes, Mark. Give it to me. Fill my ass with your cum. You dumb fuck, shit babies aren’t a thing!” She cried out!
Stop fucking around and fill me with your cum!”
Mark groaned at her words, feeling his balls tighten even more, knowing he wouldn’t last much longer. He started to fuck her even harder, his hips slamming into her ass with every thrust.
“You wanna be a good little slut and take my cum, huh?” Mark growled, his voice thick with lust. “You wanna be a good little whore and take my load deep in your shitty little asshole?”
“Just bust you asshole” she yelled then began milking his cock with her sphincter.
Mark groaned, “Fuck, I’m gonna fill your ass with my cum. You want it, don’t you? You want to be a filthy cum dumpster?”
Emily moaned, “Fuck yes! Fill me up, Mark! Give me that load deep in my asshole!”
Mark roared, his hips bucking wildly as he felt his balls tighten up. He slammed his cock deep into Emily’s ass, holding it there as he began to spurt his cum into her.
“Fuck!” he grunted, his body shaking with the force of his orgasm.
He thrust into her one last time, burying himself to the hilt as his cock pulsed and spurted, filling her ass with his hot cum. Emily screamed, her body shaking with her own orgasm as she felt him release inside her. She clenched around him, milking him for every last drop.
Mark leaned over her, his body shaking with aftershocks as he buried his face in the crook of her neck. They stayed like that for a moment, their bodies entwined, their breaths ragged. Then, slowly, Mark pulled out of her. He stumbled back, his legs wobbly, and collapsed onto the bed next to her.
He looked down at his cock, still semi-hard and glistening with a mixture of their juices. He reached out, wrapping his hand around it and groaning at the sensation.
Emily turned to look at him, her eyes heavy-lidded and satisfied. "You're a mess," she said, her voice low and sultry.
Mark looked up at her, a slow smile spreading across his face. "So are you," he replied, his gaze lingering on the cum leaking out of her ass and dripping onto the bedsheets.
“was that a good last fuck to remember me by?” Emily looked at mark with a smirk.
She knew she was leaving a mark on him, and she loved it. She loved the way he looked at her like she was a piece of meat, a dirty slut he couldn’t wait to fuck.
She turned around and bent over, presenting her leaking asshole to him. As she pulled her small suit case out.
She didn't need much. In truth, she hadn't needed much even before she became a filthy cock slut. She was always a minimalist at heart. But now, she had even less. Now all she needed were her clothes, her toiletries, and her cum catcher. She had a small, black dildo that she used to fuck herself with when she needed release and wasn't being used by a real cock. She knew it was pathetic, but it was all she had.
Mark watched her as she packed, his cock still semi-hard from their earlier fuck session. He couldn't believe what had just happened.
He had just fucked Emily, his girlfriend of several years, in the ass while she begged him to use her like a dirty slut. The cum was dripping out of her asshole, and she was packing her bag to leave him.
"What the fuck are you doing?" Mark asked, his voice shaking with disbelief and anger.
Emily didn't even look up from her packing. "What does it look like I'm doing? I'm leaving, Mark. I'm out of here."
"Leaving? Emily, what the fuck? Where are you going?" Mark demanded, his voice rising.
"Where the fuck are you going, Emily?"
Emily finally looked up from her packing, her eyes cold and distant. "I'm done here, Mark. You can't give me what I need anymore."
She turned to face him, her body still glistening with sweat and cum. "You saw what I'm capable of now. I can't go back to being that sweet, innocent girl you used to know. I need more."
Mark rubbed his temples, trying to process what was happening. "More? You want more? Emily, I can give you more.
I can fuck you raw, just like those other guys did," Mark said, his voice thick with lust and determination. He reached out, grabbing Emily's wrist and pulling her towards him.
Emily smirked, a cruel smile playing on her lips. "Oh, really? And how exactly do you plan to do that? You can't even fill my ass without coming in five minutes. You're pathetic, Mark. You always have been."
Mark's face flushed with anger and humiliation. He stood up, towering over Emily, his cock still semi-hard and glistening with their combined juices. "Fuck you, Emily.
You fucking bitch," Mark spat, his voice filled with anger and humiliation. He grabbed her by the throat, pushing her back onto the bed. "You want more? You want to be treated like the fucking slut you are? I'll show you more, you fucking cunt."
Emily smiled up at him, her eyes gleaming with malice. "That's what I'm talking about, you dumb fuck. Treat me like the slut I am. Use me like the filthy whore I am. Show me you can fuck me like those other guys did."
Mark growled, his grip tightening on her throat as he shoved his cock into her mouth.
“but there’s always going to be one area you can’t measure up with” Emily said smugly and flicked his semi erect cock.
“You know why you can’t fill me up? You’re just too small Mark.” Emily said with a sickening tone, mocking him for his size.
Mark’s face flushed with anger and humiliation. He grabbed her chin roughly, squeezing until it hurt. “You little cunt. You can’t judge. Me, you’re just some trashy whore now!”
He slapped her face, hard. Emily’s head whipped to the side, a red handprint blossoming on her cheek. She laughed, a harsh, cruel sound that sent a shiver down Mark’s spine.
“You’re pathetic, Mark.” Then pushed mark off her. She grabbed her purse and then picked up marks wallet and pulled all the cash out, “I charge when I fuck now” Emily stated matter of factly before tossing the empty wallet back at mark.
She walked out of the bedroom and down the hallway towards the front door.
Mark followed her, his cock still hard and out, dripping with cum. He grabbed her by the hair, wrapping it around his fist and yanked her back to him. He pushed her against the wall, his other hand going to her tits, squeezing them hard.
"You're not going anywhere until I've had my fill of your filthy little body," Mark growled, his voice thick with lust and anger.
Emily moaned, pushing her ass back against his cock, rubbing it against her cheek.
"You want to fuck this black ass again, don't you? You want to feel that tight heat grip your pathetic little white cock?" she taunted, her voice dripping with venom.
Mark let out a low growl, his cock throbbing and desperate for more. He reached down and spit on his hand, then rubbed the saliva onto his cock, using it as lube. He grabbed Emily's hips and pulled her back, positioning the head of his cock at her tight, cum-leaking asshole.
"You ready for more, you filthy slut?" he growled, his voice thick with lust.
Emily rubbed her ass against his hard cock, “you don’t understand, I’m insatiable, and you don’t have enough cash for this asshole” she teased.
Mark growled and slapped her ass hard, leaving a bright red handprint. “Shut the fuck up, whore. You’re not going anywhere until I’ve used every fucking hole on your body.”
He grabbed her hair, pulling her head back roughly, exposing her neck. He bit down hard, marking her skin, claiming her as his. Emily moaned, her body aching for more.
Mark’s voice was a low growl in her ear, “I’m going to use you like the fucking slut you are.
I’m going to fuck your ass until you can’t take it anymore. And then I’m going to fill your cunt with my cum, and you’re going to beg for more.”
Emily’s breath hitched, her pulse racing with anticipation. She was sick and twisted, but she loved every filthy word that came out of his mouth. “I want it,” she moaned. “I want you to use me, Mark. I want you to fuck me like I’m your whore.”
Mark grabbed her by the hips and slammed her back against the wall. He rubbed the head of his cock against her asshole, the sensation sending shivers down her spine.
“but you are going to be disappointed if you try to fuck my cunt, I can only feel BBC now” she smiled wickedly.
Mark’s eyes widened at the challenge, his cock twitching with excitement. He shoved her harder against the wall, making her yelp.
“We’ll see about that, won’t we?” he growled, his voice thick with lust. He grabbed her by the throat, his other hand going to her ass, spreading her cheeks wide. He spat on her asshole, using the saliva to lube her up. His cock was rock hard again, the sight of her leaking asshole driving him wild.
Emily moaned, pushing back against him, her body begging for more. “That’s right, you little slut.
You want to feel my big, white cock stretch your tight, dark asshole? You want to feel me claim every inch of your dirty body?” Mark taunted, his voice low and dangerous.
He spit on his cock again, using the saliva as lube. He rubbed it all over his shaft, making sure it was slick and ready for Emily's ass. He positioned himself at her entrance, the head of his cock pressing against her tight, puckered hole.
Emily moaned, wiggling her ass against him, eager for him to fill her. “Fuck yes, Mark.
Fill me up. Stretch my asshole wide open with that pathetic little cock of yours,” Emily taunted, her voice dripping with venom. She pushed back against him, impaling herself on his cock. Mark groaned, his eyes rolling back in his head as he felt her tight heat grasping onto his shaft.
“Goddamn, you’re so fucking tight, Emily,” Mark grunted, his hips beginning to move, fucking her ass slowly and steadily. Emily moaned, her head falling forward as she braced herself against the wall.
“Harder, Mark. Fuck my ass like you mean it,” she commanded, her voice raw with desire.
She knew he was struggling, his cock barely filling her tight hole. She could feel the emptiness, the desperate need for something—someone—bigger.
Mark grunted, his hips moving faster, trying to plunge deeper into her asshole. “You want me to fuck you harder, Emily? You want me to ruin this tight little ass?” he growled, his voice thick with lust.
“Yes!” Emily screamed. “Fuck me like you hate me, Mark! Like you want to punish me for being such a filthy slut!” She pushed back against him, meeting his thrusts, her body aching for the brutal force she craved.