"So you have been a good girl," he said.
I nodded quickly, tears welling in my eyes a little bit. I wanted him so badly, but this felt like nothing I had ever experienced before.
"You're so wet, Kari," he said as he pulled his finger out of me. He brought it to his nose and sniffed it. "You must really want to lose your virginity."
I bit my lip and nodded slowly. His eyes looked my eighteen year old body up and down, hungrily eying the willing girl in front of him. I was so nervous that I began to sweat a little bit.
I watched him pull his shirt off, the muscles underneath taut and strong. He pulled his pants off, his eyes remaining on me the whole time. When he was completely naked, there was a long moment of us looking at each other. He leaned forward and I closed my eyes...
"Relax, Kari, I'm not going in yet," he said. He reached fo
r my hair, pulling me up to a sitting position as I whined. "You need to get me wet first," he said, his cock right in my face. I opened up and he wasted no time sliding his cock down my throat. I gagged immediately, pushing him back away from me.
"Is this what you wanted those boys to do?" he asked, then pushed himself right back into my mouth. I sucked as I tried to hold him back, his cock going deeper and deeper with every thrust. I gagged on every thrust, finally pushing him back up.
"Oh, you're so pretty," he said. I could feel the tears in my eyes and I knew that my makeup was running. He went over to my bureau and picked up my hand mirror. "You're so fucking pretty. Bet you'd like a video of you acting like a whore now," he said.
I looked in the mirror. It was a horror show. There were dark rings around my eyes where my mascara ran, along with a trail that ran down both sides of my cheeks. My lipstick was smeared all over my face already. I didn't have too much longer to look at myself as Max snatched the mirror away from me and slammed his cock back in my mouth.
He pulled his cock out of my mouth and it was dripping wet. He began to slap it against my face, stinging me with every slap. "Is this what you wanted?" he asked. "Is this how you wanted those boys to use your body?"
I had to admit that I was getting turned on. When I didn't answer right away, he knew. "Yeah, you are a little whore. Do you want Daddy to treat you like a whore?"
Again, I didn't answer. The fire in the pit of my stomach burned even more fiercely than before. I just meekly looked up at him.
"Do you?" he asked, the fire in his eyes.
"Yes..." I said.
"Yes what?"
"Yes... Daddy," I answer. "Yes, I want you to treat me like a whore, Daddy." This was so degrading, but I'd do anything to get that cock in my pussy at this point.
He smiled. It was exactly what he wanted to hear. He grabbed me by the back of the head and pushed his cock back in. I sucked eagerly, wanting to get him as wet as possible. I tried to spit on it extra, to take it deeper in my throat, but I ended up just spitting it back out.
That was apparently good enough for Max. Without hesitation, he got on top of me, beginning to slide into him. As if by reflex I tried to push him off me, but my pussy was so wet and I had got his dick soaking. He slid in, not even hesitating at the resistance he had felt earlier. I made a sound halfway between a scream and a gasp, unable to believe how bad it hurt. I tried to push him off more, but he just kept going deeper. I thought it would never end.
Finally, I felt him come to rest inside of me. I opened my eyes to the sight of him looking down at me, his huge frame covering my slender body.
"Are you okay?" he asked. He didn't seem too concerned.
"Fuck, that hurt, Max," I said.
"I told you to watch your mouth," he said, going even further inside of me. Again I gasped in pain, but this time I also felt pleasure.
I was no longer a virgin, I realized. I gave a brief smile. Max must have taken this to mean that he was good to go, and he slid out of me and back in. I began to moan with the pleasure, and he began to move in and out of me faster.
"You are a little whore," he said, and I looked down and watched his ass move, pumping against me furiously. I reached down and grabbed his ass, trying to draw him deeper within me. "You're tight, but you're a whore," he said.
"I'm your whore," I said.
"What was that?" he said, pounding against me. A drop of his sweat fell from his forehead onto me.
"I'm your little whore, Daddy," I said.
He pulled out of me and pulled me up by my hair. My abdomen was sore from the assault that I had just suffered, but he didn't seem to care. He shoved his cock in my face and I eagerly sucked on it without hesitation. I could taste my own juices on it along with a hint of copper. Still, I sucked eagerly on it.
"Yeah, show me what a whore can do," he said. I took him as deep down my throat as I could. I could taste a little of his cum leaking out, and I knew that was what I wanted. It was the only thing that would sooth the fire burning in my belly.