Here is part five of my story, sorry it took me so long. Part six won't take so long. :)
Everything in this story is fiction, it's just a fantasy from my mind.
If you enjoy the story, please send me a note at subwoofer07@hotmail.com and if you happen to be a 'Bear' - definitely say hi. :)
My fear quickly subsided as he picked me up in what seemed like no effort at all, and tossed me over to the bed. He could see the fear on my face and he again gave me that horrible smile. "Get on all fours like the bitch you are," he told me. I got on all fours and faced him. This made him laugh hysterically and he said, "I understand that most of the shit that comes out of your mouth would make you think that's your cunt, but I'm now interested in fucking your other cunt. Turn the fuck around." I did as quickly as possible.
Before I knew what was happening he was on me. His cock was slick with my spit, his spit and whatever else came out of my throat when he fucked my other cunt. This made it slip in very easily and despite myself I screamed. It went in once and came completely out. I don't even know how it was physically possible, but I was in immense pain and didn't know what to do. "I love it when they scream, fuck yeah boy," he said. He slipped two fingers into his mouth and then was knuckles deep into my ass. As this was much easier than his cock, I relaxed a bit. He started finger fucking me and without meaning to, I started backing up into him.
"Do you know what I love?" he asked me and without hesitation I said, "No, Bear, sir, no." "I love creating a false sense of comfort. I love it when a disgusting little cunt thinks it can relax because it's about to feel pleasure. I love when you see an animal scared at first, but then it approaches a predator because it thinks it'll be kind, or maybe it has food. At that moment when the animal feels most at ease, that's when the preadator pounces." Then he was on top of me. Literally, his gigantic frame was lying on top of me and I was pinned to the bed and couldn't move. In this position his cock found my asshole again and in it went. This time he thirsted as hard as he could and pounded with no mercy. I couldn't breathe or move and again, was in pain.
I started whimpering and crying – I couldn't contain myself. His beer breath was on my neck and when he realized I was in pain, I could literally feel his cock get harder inside my ass. "Nothing makes me harder than a bitch crying." Oddly enough, through all this I was also still rock hard. The gyration of his body on mine kept my dick as hard as ever.
While he was inside of me, he reached around and pulled restraints from under the bed. I was suddenly tied to the bed spread eagle and they were so tight I couldn't move, face down on the bed. He took himself out of me and walked over to the bathroom. He came out with his sweaty boxers that he was wearing earlier. "Remember these?" he asked, and I nodded meekly. "They don't seem dirty enough, do they?" he asked rhetorically. He then threw then in the trash can and proceeded to piss on them while they were in there. When he was finished, he pulled them out, gave them a look and said, "That'll do." He walked over to me and shoved them under my head and tied them around my face.
It was disgusting.
His sweet sweat smell was mingled with piss and trash, I could make out coffee grinds, a banana peel and some mystery odor I didn't want to dwell on. He looked at me and laughed again. My boner ebbed against the bed and I wanted to cry and cum so badly.