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However, that pain quickly turned to pleasure as the dog got his rhythm began to fuck her as she had never been fucked before. Her lover, sensing her building excitement once again, grasp the back of her head and began to pump his cock in and out of her mouth, fucking it like the dog was fucking her pussy. Her senses couldn't stand it, and exploded in orgasm once again. Milking Rocky's dick, and she sucked her lover's cock attempting to entice him to explode in her mouth. Again and again orgasms waved through her body. Rocky was like a machine, driving fast and harder than she had imagined was possible. Harder and faster than any man surely.
Suddenly, her lover pulled her face hard to his cock one last time, burying it deep in her throat and feeding her his cum. His back arched, his pleasure moan escaping him. This was almost a signal for Rocky. He exploded in her and she could feel her lovers cumin inside her, filling her holes with cum. Causing her too to explode one last time.
Rocky withdrew his cock and jumped down from her body, moving to the corner of the room to clean himself. She turned and watched him, smiling around the cock she still held in her mouth. That dog had been more than she had ever anticipated. Her eyes returned to her lover, meeting his. Looking down at her and smiling he said, "You are such a naughty girl", causing her to grin. As he grew soft, and slowing pulled out of her mouth, he slid down her body. Laying on top of her, softly kissing and caressing. Knowing her body needed a rest and to be cared for gently now. She was a wonderful find for him. There were so many things he wanted to sample, and felt sure she was the one who would be willing to try them.

She signed deeply, whispering that she was tired from the workout. His answer was to tell her to rest. He informed her it wasn't quite noon yet and he had more plans for her and Rocky later. With a smile on her face, she scooted back up on the bed, turned over on her side and drifted off to sleep, watching Rocky, and wondering how much better life could be...
It was raining. Standing with her shoulder against the floor to ceiling windows in her mother's living room, Samantha watched the storm with fascination. Samantha had always loved storms, from the time she was a baby she would calm at the sound of thunder, stare for hours at the drizzling rain. Today as she watched lightening fork across the sky she also listened to the sounds of her parents arguing. They were arguing about what time to leave. Her father was in a hurry to get going, her mother wanted to wait out the storm. Wanting to be alone with her thoughts Samantha turned to them and told them to go, that the roads would only get worse as time passed.
Finally, they were gone and Samantha leaned against the window again. She was a pretty girl, eighteen years old and senior in high school. She thought about the upcoming summer and then there would be college. Her parents were wealthy and Sam went to a private school. She was still wearing her uniform. A dark blue sweater over a white button down shirt and pleated skirt that fell just above the knee with white trouser socks and navy dress shoes. Even such a severe outfit could not hide the becoming curves of Sam's delicious body. She was almost six feet tall and very fit with ripe, heavy breasts, long legs, and year round tan smattered with freckles. Today she wore her long red hair in a braid down her back, green eyes watching the storm from a proud, strong face.
Her parents would be gone all weekend, visiting family. Samantha would normally go too but she had an exam to study for. She smiled thinking of her boyfriend, David. He would be coming over later to help her study. Their study sessions usually turned into something entirely different and Sam's body tingled thinking of making love to him. Just as she was about to go upstairs and change, the doorbell rang. Arching a slim brow she went to the great oak door and opened it a couple of inches. The man that stood outside was drenched to the bone and looked rather miserable. He explained that his car had broken down and could he please use her phone.
Sam hesitated. She was home alone but the man didn't look dangerous. He was shorter than she and on the thin side wearing fogged up glasses, a suit, and his brown hair was thinning. He had to be in his thirties or forties and he was wearing a wedding band. Feeling guilty for making him stand on her porch getting rained on she moved aside and let him in. Quickly she went to fetch him a towel from the bathroom off her bedroom. When she hurried out he was standing in her bedroom making her start in surprise. Apologizing for frightening her he came to get the towel but when he reached for it, instead he hit her hard and fast in the face. Stumbling backwards she was unable to defend herself when he twisted her around and jabbed something very sharp into her hip.
Her cry died on her lips as the world went black. When Samantha came to she was lying on her four poster bed with each of her hands and feets secured with rope to each of the four posts. They were far apart and the position was incredibly painful. Struggling against her tied, Samantha tried to cry out but she had duct tape over her mouth. The man came back into the room smiling sweetly at Sam. He looked very different now. Gone were the suit and glasses replaced only by his massive penis which looked ridiculous on his thin body. It was about nine inches long and two inches thick curling up wickedly to his belly. David's penis was only six inches long, he had been her only lover and Samantha couldn't imagine being speared by a monster of this size.
Her eyes wide, Sam struggled harder but it was to no avail, her bonds were very tight. Her hip throbbed from where he had stabbed her. Samantha realized that he must have given her a shot. She gave him a pleading look with her eyes but that only made him smile more. Slowly he advanced on her stroking his giant cock tenderly, as if it were a favorite pet. Samantha realized with a sinking heart that there was nothing she could do. This man was going to rape her. A look at the clock told her that David wouldn't be here for several hours. Maybe he would come early. She hoped, oh how she hoped. The man climbed up onto the bed and slid a hand up her skirt feeling the silk of her panties. Trailing fingers across her pantied crotch he moaned in ecstasy masturbating more frantically.
Sam hoped he would just jack off on her and leave, but she doubted that was what he had planned. Straddling her waist the man cut away her sweater with a pair of scissors and ripped oven the front of her shirt making buttons fly. Underneath she wore a black lace bra that barely concealed her lovely breasts. Cutting her bra up the center her folded each half back revealing her luscious tits. Trailing fingers over her hardening nipples he breathed heavily and then crawled up higher on her chest. He took her tits and wrapped them around his throbbing prick fucking her chest for a moment or two. Ashamed though she was Samantha could tolerate this.
Perhaps he wouldn't rape her. Perhaps he would just use her to get off. After a minute he leaned down and flicked his tongue over her nipple. Samantha stiffened. Smiling he pressed her breasts together and licked both of her nipples at the same time sucking on them almost gently. When they were sufficiently wet he thrust his dick between her breasts again but this time there was lubrication and he fucked her like this for a long time. After about ten minutes of him grunting and sliding between her breasts he moaned and shot a wad of cum all over her face. Squeezing her eyes shut Sam tried not to vomit as she felt the thick goo splatter across her face and seep into her hair. It wasn't fun but at least he hadn't raped her. Now she just hoped he would go.
No such luck. Long minutes passed while he was gone probably cleaning himself up. He came out of the bathroom masturbating with a pair of her panties. Feeling sick to her stomach, Samantha squeezed her eyes shut and tried to stop the room from spinning. She felt the mattress sink as he climbed onto the bed. Now he snipped her panties on each side and pulled them off of her. She was still wearing her skirt. With lotion soaked fingers her began to play with her cunt. He ran slippery fingertips over her clit and slid a couple of digits inside of her. Despite her absolute terror and disgust, Sam felt her body respond, felt her pussy moisten and her clit throb. She tried to pull away from his invading fingers but she couldn't move and only succeeded in fucking his hand.