10-08-2020, 08:59 AM
What was she supposed to say? Sobbing now, she just shook her head. She couldn't say that her own reaction was what scared her, that it wasn't him and the situation anymore but the fact that she might truly enjoy some part of this in a sick, twisted way. He moved his hand to the small of her back and pressed down, holding her in place as he removed his dhoti, then lay back down on top of her, using his knees to push her legs wide apart.
She screamed, his forcing her movement was actually hurting her. She could feel his hard shaft pressing against her buttocks, and she braced herself for what she was sure would come next. Instead, his free hand was suddenly massaging between her thighs again, hard and rough and one finger snaked up inside the centre of her. "What are you so afraid of, Trisha?" he asked, sitting up and straddling her legs, his other hand firm on her back as he worked her until she was dripping wet. "Are you still a virgin?"
And that thought made her whimper harder. Her secret has been out. His hand stilled, one finger still inside her, his palm pressed tight against her, another finger firm against her clit. "Oh my God. How did Murali leave you still intact?" He hesitated another moment, listening to her sobs, then began to tease her again, a little more gently this time. "Now I get it, you were signalling him to advance by doing that free show on the Garden"
Trisha didn't want to know how many other women this Subbu had abused in this way, but she had to think it was a large number because his touch was just right. It was almost intoxicating to the point that she bordered on that pain threshold but couldn't help feeling aroused by the work he was doing. She didn't want to be here, and she wanted to fight her body, even as the intensity built in her lower stomach like something ready to explode.
He pressed his body back on top of her as he began to move not one but two fingers in and out of her, the moisture now so thick that it made wet noises. He began to murmur against her hair. "Your pussy is so sweet, tastes so good, and that fool Murali failed to utilize you. It's so warm and wet and ready to go, it's just begging me to take it. Don’t worry Trisha, I will tell Murali your pussy said Hi."
His fingers picked up speed, and a third one joined the first two. Trisha screamed, wordlessly, and she writhed on the bed. No, she thought, no, I won't let it happen. I can control at least this much of the situation. But even as she thought it, his other arm pushed its way under her, and the fingers on that hand began to toy with her clit until she had no sane thoughts left. The word no still screamed through her mind, but she no longer understood what she wanted to say no to.
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The orgasm crashed over her, and she screamed, over and over, as his fingers kept digging at it, drawing out the pleasure in a way Trisha would never have believed possible. She bucked against him, rode his hand, and he held her down with his body, his laughter breathing down her spine and making her shudder even as the waves of orgasm quieted.
As soon as she realized what had happened, she felt guilty, dirty, and she tried to pull out from under him. His hands came down hard on her shoulders, and he wiggled himself down between her legs so that she could feel the head of him touching her, pressing against her opening. "Oh, we're not done yet. Now it's my turn" he told her.
She opened her mouth to protest, but he rammed into her, all of him deep within, drawing a cry of pain from her lips. Her hands clawed at the bed, trying to shed some of the hurt, but she didn't have time to recover before he slid almost all the way out, only the very tip of him still inside her, then shoved himself deep into her again. There was less pain this time, but it still hurt.
![[Image: 157993330_tri-10.jpg]](https://img44.pixhost.to/images/416/157993330_tri-10.jpg)
The third thrust was not painful, just jarring, and a groan escaped her lips, more from the tenseness of her body than anything. His hands cupped her buttocks for a moment, then spilled around her waist, lifting it from the bed so that she was on her knees, those knees spread wide to accommodate his position kneeling between her legs.
With his hands wrapped around her waist, he began to pull her into him, pushing himself deep inside and then releasing her so that he slid almost out, over and over. He moaned his own pleasure at the sensation, and despite her reluctance, Trisha had to admit to herself that it felt good. She didn't want it to feel good, and she knew that nothing good would come of this. She didn't want Subbu spilling inside her; somehow, that would just make this all more real.
She screamed, his forcing her movement was actually hurting her. She could feel his hard shaft pressing against her buttocks, and she braced herself for what she was sure would come next. Instead, his free hand was suddenly massaging between her thighs again, hard and rough and one finger snaked up inside the centre of her. "What are you so afraid of, Trisha?" he asked, sitting up and straddling her legs, his other hand firm on her back as he worked her until she was dripping wet. "Are you still a virgin?"
And that thought made her whimper harder. Her secret has been out. His hand stilled, one finger still inside her, his palm pressed tight against her, another finger firm against her clit. "Oh my God. How did Murali leave you still intact?" He hesitated another moment, listening to her sobs, then began to tease her again, a little more gently this time. "Now I get it, you were signalling him to advance by doing that free show on the Garden"
Trisha didn't want to know how many other women this Subbu had abused in this way, but she had to think it was a large number because his touch was just right. It was almost intoxicating to the point that she bordered on that pain threshold but couldn't help feeling aroused by the work he was doing. She didn't want to be here, and she wanted to fight her body, even as the intensity built in her lower stomach like something ready to explode.
He pressed his body back on top of her as he began to move not one but two fingers in and out of her, the moisture now so thick that it made wet noises. He began to murmur against her hair. "Your pussy is so sweet, tastes so good, and that fool Murali failed to utilize you. It's so warm and wet and ready to go, it's just begging me to take it. Don’t worry Trisha, I will tell Murali your pussy said Hi."
His fingers picked up speed, and a third one joined the first two. Trisha screamed, wordlessly, and she writhed on the bed. No, she thought, no, I won't let it happen. I can control at least this much of the situation. But even as she thought it, his other arm pushed its way under her, and the fingers on that hand began to toy with her clit until she had no sane thoughts left. The word no still screamed through her mind, but she no longer understood what she wanted to say no to.
![[Image: 157993328_tri-9.gif]](https://pixhost.to/show/416/157993328_tri-9.gif)
The orgasm crashed over her, and she screamed, over and over, as his fingers kept digging at it, drawing out the pleasure in a way Trisha would never have believed possible. She bucked against him, rode his hand, and he held her down with his body, his laughter breathing down her spine and making her shudder even as the waves of orgasm quieted.
As soon as she realized what had happened, she felt guilty, dirty, and she tried to pull out from under him. His hands came down hard on her shoulders, and he wiggled himself down between her legs so that she could feel the head of him touching her, pressing against her opening. "Oh, we're not done yet. Now it's my turn" he told her.
She opened her mouth to protest, but he rammed into her, all of him deep within, drawing a cry of pain from her lips. Her hands clawed at the bed, trying to shed some of the hurt, but she didn't have time to recover before he slid almost all the way out, only the very tip of him still inside her, then shoved himself deep into her again. There was less pain this time, but it still hurt.
![[Image: 157993330_tri-10.jpg]](https://pixhost.to/show/416/157993330_tri-10.jpg)
The third thrust was not painful, just jarring, and a groan escaped her lips, more from the tenseness of her body than anything. His hands cupped her buttocks for a moment, then spilled around her waist, lifting it from the bed so that she was on her knees, those knees spread wide to accommodate his position kneeling between her legs.
With his hands wrapped around her waist, he began to pull her into him, pushing himself deep inside and then releasing her so that he slid almost out, over and over. He moaned his own pleasure at the sensation, and despite her reluctance, Trisha had to admit to herself that it felt good. She didn't want it to feel good, and she knew that nothing good would come of this. She didn't want Subbu spilling inside her; somehow, that would just make this all more real.
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