Starved Beast. Part 23

But she said nothing more. She was eager to please, almost the demure little whore apprenticed to a client.

I liked that.

There was also a pleasing curve to her stomach and her hips. There was plumpness to her body that spoke of good-living, fine meals and a sedentary existence. Her breasts were full and her thighs were well rounded.

"Please, monsieur," she whimpered. "In case you have any doubts on the matter, in case I have not made myself quite clear, I am yours to fuck. My holes are yours to hurt in any way that you wish and my flesh is yours to own. I offer myself to you wholly and entirely."

When she said that, I'm ashamed to tell you how quickly and violently I raped her. I pulled my finger from her hole, and then I replaced it with my cock, pushing it past the sphincter and driving it home.

I buggered her like she was a dog, and she screamed like one too, like a bitch. It didn't last long for my cock was eager and her asshole was tight, but for the tim