(Rape, rough sex, infidelity, public sex)

As if you knew what I wanted o felt your body press against mine. After last night I assumed you wanted no more. my hand sliding between the cold white sheets and resting on your soft pale skin. I lean forward and kiss your shoulder. My lips lingering for a moment. I can feel your goosebumps and anticipation. The wetness leaving your body and dripping to my thighs and our sheets. My hand slides from your body as I throw the sheets off from us and stand up leaving our bed. The cold air rushing between the sheets drying you up in seconds. Your eyes look up at me in detest and shock. I read it all on your face. Disgust. A failure to embrace. I leave the room no words to be said.
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Three dots on your phone in the middle of the night "want to come over?" it reads after loading. I had just fucked you like you wanted. Like you asked and craved. So why is there depravity on your screen? I watch you sleep heavily pleasured beyond anything before. But you cheat? I sit on the edge of the bed. Staring at the ceiling until we wake.

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You come downstairs now dressed in your purple satin robe. You question me as to why I left. Why were my eyes full of disdain? I remain silent. A fight is not worth it here. I sip my black coffee and stare into your eyes. The black of your eyes reminds of oil. I get lost in them as you begin to scream at me for not participating.

I take 3 long strides to you. I stand over your small frame. My right hand softly moves your blonde hair off your shoulder. I stare into your eyes and feel your body tremble. You continue to lambast me. My heavy wide chest and strong arms tensing in this moment. From your hair on your shoulder to your neck I find my hand choking you aggressively. Your throat small under my hand. A free use agreement seemed to work for us before- but you cheated.

I hold your throat and slide my other hand between your thighs. Wetness. Choking and power always made you excited. I tear your robe off you and let you breathe for a moment but only coughing can be heard. My Hand quickly returning to your throat as I watch, your legs now spread, the wetness you produce drip onto the cold bluestone tiles below. Drip. Drip. Cough.

I take your phone from your hand and make a video call to the number from the night before. I wait until it is answered. "Babe"- I stare the at the screen as I rest it on the counter top. No words said. Your eyes now pleading with me and yet your pussy still wet.

I turn you to face to camera. I grab your thigh and force my cock between your legs. Your other man watching as I fill and stretch you. I begin to fuck you roughly as I choke you from behind. The man gets angrier and angrier as I begin to moan. I cum inside you unceremoniously and throw your used body limp onto the kitchen table. I leave the call running in the background as I walk around the table and grab your hair. I pull your face close to my cock and begin to fuck your face. You have little breath left and can't pull away so I fuck you harder. Faster. Moaning more still my ass facing the man in the camera. I cum again pulling out to make sure you are marked. Covered. Owned.

The man disconnects. silence.

I look down at you in disgust. used on the table and covered in cum. "And we were going to get married".

I grab my jacket and jeans and walk out of the house. I hear you begin to masturbate- nothing but a filthy horny whore.
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