Seduced By My Brother’s Best Friend

Disappear

(Chapter contains mature content. No one under 18 is allowed)

The dirty words acted like gasoline. I was burning up. My p**sy clenched around him, milking him, trying to drag him deeper.

“I am gonna c*m!” I sobbed. “Please, I am close!”

He didn't slow down. He sped up. He let go of my throat and reached down between our sweating bodies, his thumb finding my swollen c**t. He mashed it ruthlessly while he pounded into me.

“Cm on my dck.” He ordered. “Show me how messy you can get.”

I shattered.

My orgasm ripped through me.

I screamed. My legs gave out, held up only by his grip on my hips.

Feeling my spasms, he roared and put me down.

“Now turn over. Ass up.” He ordered. “Fast.”

I scrambled to obey, getting on my hands and knees on the sofa. I arched my back, shaking my ass for him.

He didn't wait. He stepped behind me, grabbed my hips, and rammed into my p**sy.

Smack.

His balls slapped loud against my ass cheeks.

I screamed into the cushion.

“You’re so loose and wet.” He leaned down to bite my shoulder. “Like you were made to take a beating.”

He pulled out suddenly. I whined at the loss.

“Now sit on me. And lean back." He said as he sat on the coffee table in front of me, spreading his legs. "Reverse cowgirl. I want to watch those giant t**s bounce while you ride me."

I climbed onto him and lowered myself slowly, taking his massive length into my p**sy this time.

It felt huge, stretching me wide.

"Faster.” He ordered, smacking my ass. "Ride me like your life depends on it."

I started to bounce. My heavy breasts swung wildly, slapping against my chest with wet thuds.

He reached around as he grabbed my ass, digging his fingers in, forcing me down harder.

"Look at those heavy milkers go." He reached around to slap my t**s hard. The sting was sharp. "You look so cheap. Just a pair of t**s and a wet hole."

He grabbed my hair and yanked my head back so I was looking at the ceiling, my throat exposed.

"I am gonna ruin your face," he growled. "I’m gonna plaster these t**s with my c*m."

He bucked his hips up, slamming into my cervix, hitting me so hard I saw stars.

"Get off." He roared.

He shoved me off his lap. I fell to my knees on the rug between his legs.

"t**s out." he ordered. "Push them together."

I used both hands to squeeze my massive breasts together, creating a shelf of soft flesh. My mouth hung open, drooling, eyes glazed.

He stood up and stroked his c*ck rapidly.

"Open your mouth and stick out your tongue. Beg for it."

"Please." I whined, looking up at the monster above me. "Please cover me. Ruin me."

He groaned as his hips jerked forward. Thick white c*m shot out, hitting me in the face.

He didn’t let me wipe me. He grabbed me by the wrist, and made me stand.

I stumbled as my legs were numb.

"Get in the shower." He said as he shoved me toward the glass enclosure.

I fell onto the massive shower. He stepped in after me and turned the water on.

I gasped as the cold hit me. I tried to curl into a ball, shielding my breasts. “I can't... please, it's too cold..."

He removed my hands, not letting me cover myself before he shoved me against the marble wall.

The freezing water ran from my hair to my face.

"You are crying?" He asked as he leaned in close. "You think tears are going to save you? Tears just make me want to break you more."

He grabbed my face, forcing me to look at him. My mascara was running in black streams down my cheeks.

"Do you miss your boyfriend?” He asked. “Do you think he would want you now? Used up? Stretched out?"

The words cut deeper than any knife. A raw sob tore from my throat. "Stop... please stop..."

"No."

He grabbed my hips and spun me around. "Spread them."

I sobbed harder while my heavy breasts squashed against the wall. I spread my legs anyway.

He didn't lube me up. He didn't care that I was dry from the cold water. He jammed his c*ck straight into my sore p**sy.

"Ahhh!" I screamed. "It hurts! It hurts!"

"Good." He grabbed my waist and pounded into me. "Cry for me. I want to hear you suffer."

He f**ked me again, driving my face repeatedly into the wall.

My mouth only released cries of pain and shame, but my body... my body was betraying me. It wanted the torture.

He breathed hard. "Feel that? You are so tight when you cry."

He reached around and grabbed my breast. "You like pain, don't you?" He hissed into my ear. "You like crying while a stranger f***s you."

"Yes... yes..." I wept.

He grabbed my shoulder and spun me around again. He wanted to see my face.

He lifted me up, pinning me against the slippery wall. I wrapped my legs around his waist.

“Ahh. God.” I screamed, sobbing hysterically as he pounded into me. Tears were running down my face.

"I am going to f**k the tears out of you." He groaned.

He reached between us, grabbing my c**t roughly. He mashed it, pinched it, forcing pleasure onto me even while I was emotionally crumbling.

"Cm. Again." He ordered. "Cm while you cry, you f**king mess."

And I did. I shattered. I came violently. Again. But this time, I sobbing uncontrollably the entire time. It was a ruined orgasm, painful and humiliating.

He roared, tightening his grip on my bruised hips, and emptied himself inside me for the third time.

He filled me with his hot seed before he dropped me. "Clean up." He said, turning off the water. “Tomorrow. Disappear before I wake up.”