I told her to get on her knees beside Rachel. Once there, I grabbed her ass and lined up my attack. I pushed into her, and amazingly her pussy accepte... me. In one push, I got all the way in. I can’t imagine where she put it, but she took it.“Damn girl, your pussy is wet as shit. You must like the big dicks, don’t ya?” I wasn’t searching for a response, I was searching for someway to be cruel. I pounded her through her grunts, fucked her harder than I could have thought about fucking Rachel. She. A girl like her could fill every minute of every day with some kind of fun. She somehow missed those innocent goodbye kisses where there was no expectation that her vagina or anus should take more punishment in addition to what it had already received as part of her normal working day. It didn't matter if she was socialising with a man, a woman, several men or mixed company, the evenings always ended the same way. A few lines, a few spliffs, perhaps something stronger, and, when sufficiently. Three stops later I got off, and needing to sit down to steady my legs, I popped into a Nathan's for an Orange drink and a hotdog.After that it was only another block and I was home; the lower floor of a four story brownstone. My rent was half of what it should have been because I gave the fiftyish landlord a blowjob once or twice a month, and I had his promise that I could get one month a year free if I'd fuck him a couple times when his wife went to visit her sister in Massachusetts during. I am afraid, yet my pussy is already soaked in anticipation. I beg you but the mask covers your face, unable to see any compassion, only your piercing eyes staring at me. I only see lust and pain in them. My pain. Your rough hands reach down to my skirt, slowly pushing it up my legs, your hands moving along with it up my thighs. “Shit, you got nice thighs, bitch. Just right to take what I’ll be giving.” Your eyes looked into mine, gauging the humiliation as my thighs are exposed, moving still.