..He protested wanting me to finish the blow job but I was determined to get fucked so I got onto my bed on my hands and knees and waited for him but ... forgot in my horniness to prep myself I didn't finger my asshole and I didn't lubricate myself at all Lacey got behind me and I did not know he was pissed about the unfinished suck job so when he grabbed my hips I smiled but my smile vanished when he drove all ten inches of hard black cock balls deep into my young white asshole his balls slapped. Helplessly bound and withering in sexual frustration, I quickly lost myselfwithin my fantasies of being an abducted princess, being sexually torturedto supply information. My captors refusing to be merciful to my passionatepleas. Instead, my pleading eyes only embolden their efforts at protractingthe information they want. So real were the feelings of my dreams, I lost track of time and failed tonotice the presence of my 'would-be rescuer.' A noise shocked me out of myreverence and I opened my. But my struggles were weak. He ignored them. He seemed not even to notice that I was suffocating and struggling for air beneath him for several long moments before he finally pulled his soft cock out of my mouth and rolled off of me.The camera pulled back and for the first time I saw who had been raping my mouth so violently. I was right. My rapist was Mr. Moore.Mr. Moore could be heard joking with the other three men in our cabin last night about how much work I needed before I could be a good. I went home showered and cleaned myself out real good then went to a cruising spot that was near a park.I parked and sat checking out who all was going by and about 15 minutes of sitting there this guy comes up to my window and started chatting with me then he pulls his cock out and ask if I wanted to suck his cock as he was stroking it. He was about my height and pretty in shape from what I could tell with the clothes he was wearing and guessing late 20's. As we're chatting I was staring at.