The Fixer-Upper (closed)

I grunted as I took her face, watching as she furiously fingered herself as I fucked her mouth. It was quite the sight. Drool and spit started oozing up her face, streaking her make-up even more as I held her head upside down to screw her.

And that’s when I felt my balls clench up, my cock throb hard in her mouth, and spasm, and I pulled back out of her almost all the way, so that her lips were wrapped tight around my thick meat just past the head, and I growled in pleasure as my orgasm hit hard.

It had been a few days since our time together, and I hadn’t jerked off much, if at all, since then. I knew I had a nice big load built up, and I wanted her to taste it all.

“Fuck yes,” I grunted, blast after thick gooey blast of my jism filling her mouth. “You like that? You like how my cum tastes?”
 
Tommy came a few moment after me. I went from struggling to breath around his cock to choking on his cum. The others hadn't bothered to pull back like he did, they had fucked their load deep down my throat. But Tommy's load? It was hard to hold and it felt huge. I worked my sore throat, trying to take it in,but my muscles protested against the thick salty stuff.

"Yes!" I panted in answer to his question, some of the cum I had yet to swallow leaked out of my mouth and joined the trail of saliva. I brought a hand up to wipe away the saliva and the cum, to swipe at the tears. I wiped ot all on my black dress, leaving a white shiny trail on the expensive fabric. "Fuck, Tommy." I groaned, utterly exhausted and used.
 
“Fuck?” I spat. “That’s exactly what I plan to do,” I said. I could hardly believe the words coming out of my mouth, but they were what I had been fantasizing about. For too long. Memories if prom night rushed back to me. Fueled me.

I grabbed her by her arm and pulled her out of the truck. “I don’t know what your fucking problem is, or why you went out and got wasted tonight. Looking like a fucking slut.” I pulled her up towards the house, nearly dragging her when she stumbled over her heels. “But you can’t just fuck me and then give me the fucking silent treatment.” I opened the door and pushed her inside. Fury was building within me. I slammed the door behind me and turned and looked at her. My breathing heavy. My hands balled into fists.

“I’m not gonna be that guy you go to for dick and then treat like shit.”
 
The venom on Tommy's tone had me confused, the anger causing my breath to hitch as I struggled to swallow a sob. I yelped as he dragged me out of the truck, yelling at me and calling me a slut. The tears came in earnest then, as I shook my head, chanting no, no, no. He didn't get it! He didn't understand!

I stumbled and fell to the ground as he pushed me inti the house and slammed the door behind us. I looked up at him, scared of him for the first time.

It was all too much.

I didn't want this, I hadn't asked for any of it.

I struggled to my feet, limbs heavy and uncooperative from the drugs and then the face fucking in his truck. A million arguments and excuses warred in my head and it was starting to fucking hurt.

"Fuck you!" I spat, my voice hoarse as I turned, stumbling for the hallway.
 
I wiped a bit of her saliva off my face, my eyes darkening even more as I grabbed her upper arm with one hand and shoved her hard into the wall. “Fuck me? Fuck me? Bitch that’s exactly what you did,” I growled at her. I was blinded by rage, anger, desire, everything that had been wallowing inside my emotions for the last three days, everything I had pushed down and silenced.

Everything boiled over.

It was the back of my hand that I gave her, hard to her cheek, slamming across her pretty face.

“Fuck you,” I grunted, and the hand that had been holding her arm quickly moved up to grab her neck, pinning her even more harshly to the wall, even as I moved myself to press into her, ensuring I got myself between her legs, my obviously hard cock in my pants rubbing against her belly.
 
I had thought his words were painful.

Then he slapped me. Hard.

Fuck.

It wasn't the slap itself, but everything behind it. The rage, the anger, the disgust... The betrayal.

My breath caught in my throat as he pinned me to the wall. I squealed and squirmed, trying to get free of him but he pushed up against me, his hard cock pinning me to the wall. My pussy was drenched and aching, and I could move without agitating it.

"No!" I cried, tears streaming down my cum slicked face. "No! You're just like them! You're just like them!" I whimpered, utter betrayal tearing through my system.
 
Her words echoed through my head. ”You’re just like them!”

I wondered, who? Part of me tried to push through. To grasp her and ask who she was talking about. And grab her and hold her and let her cry and soothe her.

But the part in the front of me, that part in control… It wanted to revel in her nightmare.

“You’re right,” I growled.

I grabbed her and spun her around, shoving her hard back against the wall, knocking the side of her drunk head against it. I pressed myself against her ass. One hand on the back of her neck, holding her against the wall. The other reaching under her dress to her bare cunt, my fingers finding her sopping wet entrance and immediately invading.

“You like that, slut? Being used? Isn’t that what you fucking crave?”
 
"Oh god," I breathed as my head slammed into the wall and Tommy's body pressed up against me, hard and unrelenting. One hand held my neck, squashing my face into the wall as his other went below.

"No!" I murmured as his fingers were forced into me. "No!" I cried, even as I writhed around him, panted for him.

This was Tommy, my step-brother. My body was trained to him just as jt was trained to the violence. It felt like years ago that we had playfully made love. But then I had betrayed him. Instead of confiding in him, trusting him, I had pushed him away and acted like a slut. Just like he said.

"I'm sorry," I sobbed, burying my face into the wall and tilting my hips up. An offering. An apology. "S-so sorry!"

I wondered if he hated me. If I really was a slut. I wondered if there was any way I would ever be worthy again. In his eyes and mine.
 
She tilted her hips back, as she cried, pled with apologies, her body offered as payment. I took it. My fingers plunged into her, exploring, assaulting her insides with an aggressive furor as I held her there, one arm across her back.

I could feel my cock getting hard again, stiff in my jeans. I had discarded all notions of right and wrong. All that was left was what I fucking deserved. What belonged to me.

And right now, it was Naomi. My step sister.

I pulled my fingers from her dripping pussy only to raise them to her face and smear her runny make-up even more with her fuck-juices, rubbing it all over her face, getting her scent in her nose, on her lips, her tongue, spinning her back around in the process, so her back was to the wall and she was facing me.

And then that same hand was unzipping my jeans. I stepped back then, releasing her for a moment, to pull my pants down, completely exposing myself, my arousal, to her. I peeled off my shirt as well. I looked at her, hungry, lusting, angry.
 
My apologies meant nothing. They tumbled fro m my lips even as he finger fucked me. As he pulled his fingers out, leaving me raw and empty. As he wiped my juices all over my face, smothering mw with the scent of my arousal. My face flushed with shame, shining with the evidence that I wanted it.

Maybe I'd wanted it all along.

The smell of my own arousal was overwhelming. It battered my senses, pushed me further back into my mind. I retreated. I kept going until I hit a place where nothing else existed.

Tommy spun me again, my head slamming back into the wall painfully as I yelped. He held me there, skirt bunched up around my hips, as he fumbled with his belt and jeans to get his cock out.

Tommy's cock.

I groaned. Fuck! My body ached for him even as my mind screamed for mercy. He was angry, I could see it in his smouldering gaze. He was using me, abusing me, just as badly as the others. But perhaps this was worse? I trusted him. He was my brother. I fucking loved him. But this...

I had no other way to make it up to him. To make it right. It was my fault, I had pushed him. I had forced him into this. Not only was I a broken worthless slut, but I had torn him down with me.

How could he forgive me if I couldn't forgive myself?

And for the second time this day I completely froze, but this time I couldn't blame it on drugs. All wariness, all emotion, all fear just drained out of me. I was empty.

Hollow.

There was nothing left in me. I needed to be filled.

"Tommy..." His name tumbled from my lips in a whoosh of breath.

And I was his for the taking.
 
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Her body was mine for the taking. I took her.

I took her from behind as I pinned her to the wall next to the front door.

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I took her, spread fucking eagle for me.

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I took her in the air, holding on to me as I plunged her down onto my cock.

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I took her in my bed, making her ride me from below.

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And then I started nailing her from behind…

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And I was in no mood to stop.
 
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My world was a blur.

Tommy was inside me, above be, below me and around me. He was everywhere all at once.

He filled me, again and again. His assault against my body was relentless and I never wanted it to end. I was aching, every part of me sore with use, but I still needed more. I was torn between wondering when it would stop and never wanting it to end.

It was a marathon session and I didn't think my body could take it.

But it could.

My body was stronger than I knew.

Maybe the rest of me was too.

It was when Tommy took me from behind that my world came undone. Memories of what Blondie had done to me forced their way into my mind. With every thrust of Tommy's they surged forward, until I was unable to tell who it was that was fucking me. Unsure of what was real and what was not.

Then I shattered.

Every part of me exploded with pleasure as I came. I writhed, calling out for mercy even as I called out Tommy's name.

This was Tommy. My Tommy.

This was my body.

And it felt fucking good.
 
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She was cumming on my cock, and hard. And from there she was putty in my hands as I took her, my cock probing her terribly deeply as I had her bent over for my pleasure.

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I railed into her, using her for my own pleasure, my cock relentless in its assault on her, driving ever inside her with a mission.

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And finally I felt such sweet release fill me, wash over me, pump through me, and I pulled my cock out of her, grasped it, jerked it, and sprayed my cum forth onto her eager holes…

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My orgasm seemed to call forth something more primal in Tommy. His thrusts became almost unbearably hard, and it was all I could do to hold on to the sheets for dear life.

After a week of pain, torment and loneliness I felt some of it slipping away.

When Tommy stopped his animalistic thrusting and pulled out I felt his hot cum splatter over my arse, coating my holes and dripping down my puffy swollen pussy lips.

I had been used. Used so hard my body shook. Yet I still wanted him.

I fucking needed him.

I looked back at him over my shoulder, eyes raw as I struggled onto his bed and curled up around myself.

"S-stay with me," I begged, soul balanced on a knife's edge. "Tommy stay, please."
 
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I stood there and watched as Naomi crawled into my bed. I had been awfully rough with her. I had called her things, said things… I hadn’t expected her to want to stick around. In my exhaustion, I felt that dark side recede, his dirty business done for now. She was looking at me. Naked on my bed. My cum all over her pussy.

I just nodded as I sat down on the edge of the bed, and then lay down next to her. My heart thumped hard in my chest as I turned my head and looked at her. I wanted to reach out and touch her.

I placed my hand on her back, my fingers pressing into her skin just a bit. I kissed her shoulder. It felt only too natural to slide my arm over her and pull her into my embrace, my spent cock finding a home to nestle in between her butt cheek, our mingled juices spreading as I got comfortable.

"I'm here," I told her.
 
I let out a sigh of relief when the bed sagged under Tommy's weight. Then he was behind me, his warm body pressing against my back, his arms encapsulating me. I was tired, so very tired.

"I'm sorry Tommy," I muttered before a big yawn escaped my lips. I closed my eyes and snuggled into him. "You're not like them..."

I felt my breathing slow as the world around me receded.

~*~

That night my dreams were wild and vivid. I had flashbacks to my time with Mia, to the brutal fucking from Blondie and Messy-hair. Though every time I looked at them in my dream, fear pulsing in my heart, their faves turned into Tommy's and I was okay. He didn't fuck me and leave me like a piece of trash. He might have said and done things, but I knew he cared. That there was at least some small part of me that was worth sticking around for.

The worst part of the dream, perhaps, was when I had flashbacks to the thing that started it all. The time where I was forced to suck and stroke two guys when another watched.
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More memories from that night assaulted me, and it felt like there were cocks everywhere. Pushing against me, probing me. This time when I looked up it was still them. Not Tommy. And fear reigned supreme as I tossed and turned jn my sleep.
 
I was roused from my slumber by my step-sister’s tossing and turning. It was clear she was suffering from some kind of nightmare. I grasped at her, my hand finding her hip, and pulled her back against me even though her body struggled.

I pressed myself up firmly against her, and that’s when I realized I had woken up sporting quite the hard-on. I groaned involuntarily as her body squirmed back against mine, that tight little butt of hers rubbing against my cock in the most delightful way.

I didn’t know if she was still asleep or not. Did it matter? She was naked, in my bed, rubbing against me. Didn’t that surely mean I could do whatever I wanted with her? I shook the dark thought out of my head, but was already acting on it, working my hips down a bit and sliding my turgid member between her thighs. My hands grasped at her leg, pulling her open just a bit, just enough to slip my full length between those thighs.

I groaned again as her body started grinding itself along my throbbing shaft…
 
http://sinisterspiders.tumblr.com/post/146276684792My dreams weren't limited to flashback. This time, Blondie, Messy-hair and their friend meant business. They forced mr to suck them all, Blondie fucked me... And the Messy-hair came up behind. Their cocks were hot, and pressing at my entrances. But one slipped... It pressed against my rear hole. I cried out, begged them to stop. Squirming and shaking I begged for no meet but it was not there to be found.

Then with a gasp I woke. I had a body pressed against mine, hard and unrelenting. I had a cock pushing against me, slipping between my thighs, popping into my hole. I squirmed as I tried to escape, confused and scared.

"No!" I cried, voice thick with sleep but also panicked.
 
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She said "no."

I assumed she was still dreaming; I had felt the sweet wet heat of her entrance, and I was eager to claim her again, even if it was three in the morning. One hand grabbed her by her butt, and I spread her wide, allowing a bit of easier access. The other hand grabbed her dark hair at the back of her head and squeezed, yanked.

The dark part of me, once again firmly in control, growled at her: "shut the fuck up, slut."

And then I entered her, taking her hard and immediately, forcing half of my huge, throbbing member into her and making her squeal, before rolling on top of her, mounting her, straddling her ass with my dick deep inside her, and I thrust into her hard...
 
Shut the fuck up, slut

The words vibrated through me as rough hands spread my rear cheeks, as that impossibly huge cock pushed deeper. A hand fisted in my hair, tugging it back and making me cry out in pain.

The world was dark, my mind was slow, and I wondered if this was another dream. That hardness behind me was insistent. Hard thrusts pushed the invading rod further and I screamed out, squirming and trying to do anything to get away from the pain. It burned, it stung, but my pussy was reacting. My clit was thumping and flooding with arousal. My arms were heavy though, so heavy and sleepy, I couldn't get my incoherent self to move. My thighs rubbed together then, my pussy muscles clenching as I tried to find something to rub it against.

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I tripped in and out of consciousness, sometimes convinced there was a cock in me, sure it was Tommy, other time it was on me cock but many men, all of them taking turns to pound my aching cunt, using me like the slut I was. Other times it was just a dream and I was detached from it all. I was crying in my dreams; with need, with shame, with pure and utter confusion. My whimpers sounded pathetic to my own ears, my attempts to resist the invasion weak and fruitless.
 
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Naomi’s whining whimpers only spurred me on. It didn’t take long, really, for her body to get me to the point of release. That lithe form, that firm little butt, those bare handfuls of tits… my hands didn’t need to roam her body for long, so aroused was I by the situation.

The fact that I was violating her. I don’t know if she was asleep or had awaken, and I didn’t care. I was using her strictly for my own selfish pleasure… as if she belonged to me, and I fucking loved it.

I loved it so much my orgasm crept up on me, surprised me with its force and suddenness and intensity, and I buried myself in her to the hilt as I gushed my seed into her depths.

Overwhelmed, I collapsed on top of her. My cock was still buried inside her, but my exhaustion overtook me and I passed out on top of her and inside her…
 
I woke in the morning to sunlight shining in my eyes. I groaned, cursing myself for forgetting to close the blinds. I raised a hand to shield my eyes and blinked, realising that this wasn't my room, it was Tommy's. I hadn't slept in here before, and I was wondering why we were here now.

Tommy's body was pressed against my back, covering me, his weight bearing down on me in a way that was oddly comforting. His cock was pressed against my pussy. And my pussy-

Fuck!

It was so sore.

I shifted my hips away from him, yelping at how much it hurt to even move myself.my head hurt too, pounding as I realised I was thoroughly hung over.

Then memories of the previous night flooded in. They took control, my body shook and my mind reeled. I didn't know what to make of it all, how much of it was real and how much of it was dreams.

All I knew was that some of it was real. My pussy was too sore for it not to be. And that thick stickiness between my legs...

"Tommy?" My voice was soft, not wanting to wake him if he was still asleep. He could help. Help me figure out what was real and what was all a vivid nightmare
 
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Somewhere in my sleepy mind I heard my name. I clutched a little more firmly at the nubile body in my arms, rubbing myself on her.

My cock could feel the wet heat of her pussy on the shaft, and it naturally started rubbing against it. I was hard with morning wood. I kept rubbing against that wetness, my fingers gripping at her body below me.

I was just really waking up as I was mounting her. Positioning her before me. Ass up, head down. She was saying something…

So I pushed her head down into the pillow, and felt her wetness wrap around the head of my cock...
 
Tommy was definitely awake.

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He shifted behind me, his hands roaming my body, gripping me, digging into my hips as he positioned me. My arse was in the air, his insistent cock pushing against my tender pussy lips. I called his name again, trying to get his attention, but he probed on, his tip shifting my aching hole and making me cry out in pain. The cry was muffled though, as he used his strong grip to push my head into the pillow.

I struggled against him, body flooding with anger and fear. I tensed my throbbing muscles, trying to protect myself from his invasion, to provide an unyielding form of my own.

I managed to shift my face to the side, gasping for breath.

"I'm too sore Tommy!" I protested, crying out as his cock probed me. "Tommy stop!"
 
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At that point, having gotten a taste of her wetness, I didn’t much care how sore she might have been. She was going to have to get used to it. I grabbed her by her hair and shoved her face down into the pillow again, to muffle her scream when I drove my cock deep into her pussy.

“You are fucking mine,” I was growling at her, as I worked my cock in and out of her poor, abused cunt. “And I’ll take you whenever I fucking want!”

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I pounded her hard from behind, using her, again, despite her cries. I didn’t care anymore. I was numb from anger and resentment. My dark side was in control, and I was letting it do what it wanted to me, and to her.
 
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