It was a long week for me as I had my heart up a few beats awaiting the outcome of this little rendezvous, and Friday couldn’t come fast enough. Kar... was also looking forward to it I think, but of course she didn’t have any idea what I had in mind nor that Brad was dialed in to see if we could get him laid! Friday was finally over, and while I started to prepare some dinner, Susan came in, and I told her to go get changed and decompress a little. She was still upstairs when the doorbell rang. ”“I do not! Stop!”That gets me a hard slap against the side of my thigh, along with a deeper thrust into my burning ass. I am no stranger to rough sex, but this is different. This is not just rough, this is vicious. It is deliberately meant to hurt, and certainly not what I want just now.The initial shock has begun to wear off and I have managed to relax enough to accept what he is doing, as I must if I do not wish to be torn open. But it is like being fucked with a tire iron. “Oh yeah,. Foreplay isn't on her thoughts as she pulls down his boxers, teeth nibbling his lower lip. She doesn't want to give or receive head tonight; she just wants his cock, and she's wet enough already. Her hand grasps his hard, thick shaft, holding him tightly and pumping slowly for a few brief seconds before her body tells him what she wants. Ava lifts her hips upwards, and John's lips find her neck. His hands are roaming her body now, one underneath her on her back and another moving from her thigh. And the sex wasn't overly inspiring either. Sure I'd slept with some right stunners. But I was either so far away whilst it was happening or they'd be on another planet whether they were boozed up on alcohol or high on whatever d**g they had taken.I figured having these kind of nights would help ease the pain. But if anything it made me feel worse. I wasn't at a point of contemplating suicide, but I guess I was just more desperate for my life to have some meaning, a purpose. That was all set to.