Serial Rapist
You place both hands on Tatana's neck and put a leg up to get on top of her. Her hands immediately grab each side of you and pinch. You yell in pain. She probably drew blood.
You've never headbutted anyone before. You don't really know how to do it properly. It's instinctual.
Your hands squeeze her neck and you smack her temple with your forehead.
For a half minute you wallow in pain. You can't see clearly and it feels like you are on fire. Your eyes tear up and all of your muscles tighten.
When you gather yourself, you find you are on top of Tatana, whom you've knocked out. A voice in the back of your mind tells you to her check for a pulse, but you can't bring yourself to do it.
You swallow hard and think.
There isn't much of a reason to give up now. You are still erect and you still have a deep yearning to know how it feels. But she might wake up and hurt you again...
You pull off her belt from the pants around her ankles and tie her hands with it as tightly as you can, then climb back on top of her.
She's completely out of it.
You pull apart her legs, which seem heavier than if she were trying to resist you, and position your member. You push into her, expecting her to wake up, but she doesn't.
It isn't exactly pleasurable. Well, it feels alright. It's extremely tight and dry though, even after you had fingered her before. Each time you fuck her, you have to exert a lot of effort to coax her labia to part and to push her inner wall back so you can get in more than half of your length.
Tatana gasps for breath, and you neck snaps up. You watch her open her eyes.
She immediately begins to cry, and her bound hands move to where you bludgeoned her head. Tatana's quiet sobs stir your midsection. You feel yourself release.
You revel. You just came inside a woman. For a moment, everything seems right in the world.
The black girl under you interrupts, "Let me go now." Her voice is flat. It wasn't a demand or a question, just something she had to vocalize.
"Quiet, bitch!"
If she's going to be dry on you, you'll use your own cum as a lubricant.
You hold down her bound appendages with one free hand and with you other you bundle up her shirt, pushing it in her face so that you can see her breasts.
You begin fucking again, harder and faster this time. Your cum doesn't provide a very good lubricant, but her twat is much slicker than it had been the first time. With each thrust, Tatana bites her lip to keep herself from yelping.
You come again, this time without nearly as much semen. Tatana bites her lip so hard it begins bleeding.
You pull yourself out of her and stand up. She looks up, helpless, bound and exposed. She doesn't even bother closing her legs.
You take your dick, which is covered mostly in your own semen, and bludgeon her face with it. This causes renewed bouts of sobbing.
You swallow hard again.
"Thank you. I needed that."
You reach into your pocket, flip open your wallet and throw a few hundred dollars on the floor.
You've never headbutted anyone before. You don't really know how to do it properly. It's instinctual.
Your hands squeeze her neck and you smack her temple with your forehead.
For a half minute you wallow in pain. You can't see clearly and it feels like you are on fire. Your eyes tear up and all of your muscles tighten.
When you gather yourself, you find you are on top of Tatana, whom you've knocked out. A voice in the back of your mind tells you to her check for a pulse, but you can't bring yourself to do it.
You swallow hard and think.
There isn't much of a reason to give up now. You are still erect and you still have a deep yearning to know how it feels. But she might wake up and hurt you again...
You pull off her belt from the pants around her ankles and tie her hands with it as tightly as you can, then climb back on top of her.
She's completely out of it.
You pull apart her legs, which seem heavier than if she were trying to resist you, and position your member. You push into her, expecting her to wake up, but she doesn't.
It isn't exactly pleasurable. Well, it feels alright. It's extremely tight and dry though, even after you had fingered her before. Each time you fuck her, you have to exert a lot of effort to coax her labia to part and to push her inner wall back so you can get in more than half of your length.
Tatana gasps for breath, and you neck snaps up. You watch her open her eyes.
She immediately begins to cry, and her bound hands move to where you bludgeoned her head. Tatana's quiet sobs stir your midsection. You feel yourself release.
You revel. You just came inside a woman. For a moment, everything seems right in the world.
The black girl under you interrupts, "Let me go now." Her voice is flat. It wasn't a demand or a question, just something she had to vocalize.
"Quiet, bitch!"
If she's going to be dry on you, you'll use your own cum as a lubricant.
You hold down her bound appendages with one free hand and with you other you bundle up her shirt, pushing it in her face so that you can see her breasts.
You begin fucking again, harder and faster this time. Your cum doesn't provide a very good lubricant, but her twat is much slicker than it had been the first time. With each thrust, Tatana bites her lip to keep herself from yelping.
You come again, this time without nearly as much semen. Tatana bites her lip so hard it begins bleeding.
You pull yourself out of her and stand up. She looks up, helpless, bound and exposed. She doesn't even bother closing her legs.
You take your dick, which is covered mostly in your own semen, and bludgeon her face with it. This causes renewed bouts of sobbing.
You swallow hard again.
"Thank you. I needed that."
You reach into your pocket, flip open your wallet and throw a few hundred dollars on the floor.