Roleplay phone sex, Aria gets auctioned off to the highest bidder part two
A story for those into roleplay phone sex…
He starts by sticking his face between my legs and latching his mouth onto my pussy. My back arches involuntarily, caught in the surprise sensation. He didn’t stop, instead adding a finger to push inside me. My eyes close and I try to block out the sensations coursing through my body. I’ve never been touched like this before.
I start to squirm beneath him, but he just growls into my core and pins me down with his free hand. I’m forced to endure his tongue circling my clit as his finger pushes in and out at a steady rhythm. With no way to stop this, breathy moans escape from my lips. No… I shouldn’t be moaning! Why am I moaning?
I whimper frustrated with myself, but this man misinterprets the sound.
He unlatches from my core and gives me a lazy smile. “Eager for more are we?” He taunts. I shake my head back and forth quickly, but he crawls up my body anyway.
The man props himself on his knees between my legs, reaching down and unzipping his slacks and pulling out his already rock hard cock. My eyes widen at the size, fear truly sinking in to my gut. “No please… This is my-” He cuts me off with a hard thrust, forcing his cock deep within me. I scream in pain and tears spring to my eyes. It feels like I’m being ripped apart.
I try to struggle against him, but his arms grab my upper arms in a vise grip, pinning me to the bed. He sets a grueling pace, thrusting hard and fast. My tears flow freely as I cry, I’m not longer able to see him on top of me due to my eyes blurred with all the tears. I’ve stopped struggling but his hold on my arms remains. But thanks to my lack of resistance, the man leans down and takes my nipple into his mouth, trapping it with his teeth and biting.
Something between a moan and a scream rips from my chest and the man on top of me thrusts all the way inside of me, stilling. I can feel the hot liquid pouring out of him and into me. I know what it is and what it does. Yet all my strength to fight it is gone. Instead I tilt my head off to the side, staring at the wall as tears leak out.
The worst part, is the fact that I remembered the man.
As he was inside me, thrusting away. Before my vision got too blurry with my tears. I remembered him. Curled up in an alley in the middle of winter with no coat. Back then he was barely in his twenties. I saw that look in his eyes, the one that told me he was on the verge of giving up. So I stopped, took him home, made him dinner, let him shower and change into some of my dad’s clothes, and sent him on his way with all of my saved up allowance money.
That same man, pulls out of me. I hear his gasp and feel him scrambling backwards on the bed. I’m too sore to move, too hollow to care at this point. Maybe it’s petty of me, or maybe it’s just what I need to do. But as I look at the wall I say what I know will cut him the deepest. “If I had known this was the kind of man you were, I never would have saved you all those years ago.”
I hear the choked grunt and his retreat from the room, but I don’t care. I roll over to my side, facing the wall and turning my back in his direction. He’s purchased me, so it’s not like he’s going to let me go. I guess it really doesn’t pay to be nice.
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