Lorenzo Marks' Deviant Tales
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“Open up, you cunt!” he shouted, slapping the insides of her thighs. Again, Lucy complied, displaying her neatly packaged and hairless mons. Even in his agitated and deranged state, Nick paused to appreciate the view. This was Lucy, the stuff of his dreams, exposing herself to him in the most submissive of positions. Then he brought his open hand down across her buttocks as hard as he could.


“Didn’t hurt!” Lucy cried out.


Nick gave her another one, then another, and from the sounds Lucy made, they were certainly hurting now. Her ass cheeks were coming up bright pink and her thighs were quivering.


“You still think I’m gay?” Nick snarled, landing yet another stinging blow.


“Yes,” Lucy sobbed into the pillow.


“Want me to prove I’m not?”


“Yes,” she sniffed again.


Nick had never laid a hand on a girl in his life but somehow, Lucy had drawn this out of him. He took his stiffened member in hand and pressed the swollen glans against her pussy lips. He was going to be rough and he didn’t care if he hurt her. With a sudden thrust of his hips, he was inside her and discovered that Lucy was already well lubricated - in fact; she was dripping, her bodily secretions coating her inner thighs. He grabbed her hips and started pumping into her. He hadn’t wanted it to be this way, but he was past caring now. Her pussy was tight and warm as he made long thrusts into her body. He grabbed her small waist and she arched her back, impaling herself deeper.


“How’s this for gay?” he asked.


Lucy didn’t reply. She was making little high-pitched yelping sounds with each thrust of his cock. Nick quickly built up momentum. This wasn’t lovemaking, it was animal lust, and he needed release. It came quicker than he expected, a hot rush of his seed flooding into her.


Lucy remained in position, ass up, head down, as his dam broke and he emptied his load into her womb. As his orgasm subsided, so did all of the fury and the passion. Looking down at Lucy’s sore ass and her compliant posture, he suddenly felt sorry for her. In the throes of his pent-up passion, he had blamed her for provoking him, but there was no point in denying the fact that it was he who had entered her room.


He slipped out of her moist depths and turned her over. “Are you okay?” he whispered, lying beside her.


He half expected a sarcastic response, but Lucy merely nodded and buried her face against his neck.

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