He in turn took me regularly as he might a boy, plunging his c**k with relish into the narrow aperture, pursed by my modesty but forced open by his insistence. Sometimes he would spend there, at other times deep in my cunt, but sometimes on my face, his semen spurting on my cheeks, my nose, and my lips. Then he would smear it over my face, murmuring that I was now marked as his slut, and often refusing to let me wash it off before sleep, so that I awoke inhaling the acrid smell of him on my skin.
Once the bruises wore off my bottom, he re-marked me, this time with a violence that seemed almost savage, but which I provoked by playing the coquette and brazenly inviting him to do his worst. At times I wondered where this must end; should we go on and on, increasing the fury of our desire? Co
