EroticReverie

I knew better than to say no, knew better than to not try. My sister told me that denying them only made it worse. 

I lifted myself up on his cock and back down. 

"That's it bitch" he groaned, grabbing my hips thrusting up, pulling me down on him. I winced as I lifted up and down again. He groaned and pulled me forward. I yelped and he held me, wrapping his arms tight around me, growling in my ear as he thrust up into me wickedly, punishing me for being too slow. 

I cried still, whimpering in pain as he took what he wanted. 

"you tight little whore" he groaned , then he pushed me back up, his hands on my tits now. 

"fucking ride me slut" he demanded and i did. slowly. Still wincing each time I came down on him. 

"That big dick hurts doesnt it ?" he groaned, he slapped one of my tits and I gasped, he laughed evily and did it again, and again. 

"Keep fucking riding you worthless cunt" he snarled as he slapped them again. 

I cried still but kept going. 

"Rock those hips, feel that cock deep inside you" he groans, holding me down on his cock , his hands swiveling my hips. 

"You make that pussy so much sweeter when you cry" he grins, and it makes me stomach turn, I feel like I might throw up on him. But I know what will happen if I do so I close my eyes and keep riding him. 

"you want my cum in that fucking pussy, I know you do" he groans. 

"fucking say it" he growls and I still keep my eyes closed.

"I want it" I cry, trembling. 

He groans, unsatisfied and grabs my face, I gasp my eyes opening. 

"Say it like you fucking mean it bitch" he groans. 

I feel a rage inside me, I wish I had the power to strangle him, strangle every man in this building and any man who has ever raped one of us. 

"I want it" I say. I ride faster. His eyes widen. I grit my teeth to get through the pain of his cock stretching my sore pussy. 

"Yeah, cmon girl....fuck that dick." he say and licks his lips as I go faster, bouncing up and down on his cock, and then placing my hands on his chest and moving back and forth, taking him in and out.

"ooo damn , you little fucking bitch" he grabs my ass, and spreads my cheeks as he grips my and lifts my pussy up and down on his cock, I clench my jaw and fight from screaming, the pain burning throughout me. 

I feel his hand slap my ass and he grips it tight again and thrust up into me. I cry out and he groans.

"Tell me to cum in your little pussy" he groans. 

I exhale and let out a cry. Squeezing my eyes shut again.

"Cum in my little pussy" I whimper and he groans and throws me onto my back and leans over me, arms on either side of my head and lays into me. Thrusting hard and deep. HE tries to kiss me and I turn my head. 

"Fucking kiss me you whore" his voice booming, his mouth assualts mine and his bad smoke breath, and slimey tongue slip past my lips , I turn my head, his tongue and mouth chasing my mouth, he grunts loudly and his hips jerk and he lifts his head and closes his eyes. 

"Yea! Yea! Fuck!" he calls out, as he cums inside of me. I tremble in fear , in disgust, as he collapses ontop of me and calls me baby. 

"Baby, that was so good" 

"Baby your little pussy is so tight" 

"Fuck baby, youre a good little girl" 

"Youre going to be a perfect little slut in no time baby"

He pushes off of me and lays on his back. 

I push myself up and pull up my dress, as I cry silently , sliding the straps over my arms. 

I look at the door way. I see a girl pass with a smirk on her face as another guy trails her past my room. I feel sick, and wonder how any girls could enjoy this, or want to do it. 

"Mmmmm" the guy in the bed behind me says and pulls me back onto the bed. 

"where do you think you're going" he says. 

"I'm not done with you" he says.

"You came. You're done" I say and fly up off the bed.

He glares at me. His jaw ticks. "Get back over here...whore" 

I fly out of the room and through the front door, and see the crowd of men and the other girls standing outside. All of their eyes fly to me. The girls faces gives a brief flash of sympathy, the guys, they do not. Their hungry eyes see a weak little girl, a crier, their favorite type. I feel my chest ready to burst as my heart beat quickens. I can't do this. I can't. 

At the side of the crowd , he steps in front of them all. My dad. 

I blink at him. He grabs my arm and pulls me from the crowd. The men complaining as he takes me to his car around the building. 

I start to sob harder as soon as I hit the passenger seat, my father walks around to the driver side, closes his door and locks it. 

He reaches over , and I feel his hand gently rub my arm. I flinch away from him and his lips tighten.

"I know it's not easy." he says. I glare at him.

"I want to die" I say and watch his face fall. 

"It gets easier" he says.

"How would you know?!" I scream. 

I huddle myself against the window and cry harder and wipe my nose with the back of my hand. 

"If there was something I could do, I'd do it" he says. 

"A man just came inside me!" i yell.

He flinches now. 

"bet you knew that huh? That the condom thing was just a fucking suggestion?!" I say and push open his door.

He starts to call for me but I slam the door shut. I glare at him from the outside of the car and walk back to the front of the building. The man who I ran from is standing there seething. 

"If you want to rape me, then fuking rape me!" I scream at him, everyone goes silent. 

"We don't rape anyone" he says. "This is your job" he says.

"bullshit" I spit. "You're all fucking rapists. No matter how you justify it!" 

"You being a fucking whore, is the law...it's not my fault baby" He says with a casual carefree shrug. I want to find the nearest sharp object and gouge his eyes out. 

"Today is her first day fellas, fresh fucking meat" the guy says. The other guys who were starting to seem ashamed of being called out as rapists, suddenly perk up. 

"cries like a fucking baby too" he says licking his lips. 

One guy steps up, he's old, older than my father, fat, and looks like he's covered in grease. 

I cringe and he grabs my arm. Suddenly, I wish for the man that I ran from as he takes me inside the building, pays the bedroom fee and takes me down another hall , where more men are fucking their picks in open door rooms. 

"Bend over the bed" he says. I reluctantly walk to the bed and bend over. 

He grunts as his belt buckle jingles and I close my eyes feeling him come up behind me, his belly resting on my ass, I feel him poking at my pussy, as he thrusts. I feel his cock only barely inside of me. And I breathe a sigh of relief, and realize my sister was right. That a lot of them, don't have shit for a dick to fuck women with, so that's why they come to us. Girls who can't tell them know, and can't laugh at their dicks, because they'd rather barely get fucked by a small dick, than torn open with a big one. 

Part of me does want to laugh though. Tell him how pathetic he is. Not for the size of his dick, but the way he preys on women because of the size of his dick. but I don't I keep my mouth shut. I let his tiny prick do what it needs, and minutes later I feel his cum dripping down the inside of my leg. 

He grunts and pulls up his pants when he's done and leaves the room. 

I stay there, disgusted with the cum I feel leaking from inside of me along with the cum going down my leg. I cry again. A guy comes in and I jump. 

He's my age, carrying cleaning supplies. He holds his hands up letting me know he's not here for what I think as I stumble back into the wall. 

I wipe my eyes of tears and look at him. 

"Sorry, just....came in here to clean the room" he says. 

I make a face. 

"Yeah, not the greatest job. But.." he shrugs. 

"Better than the one I've got" I say.

He gives a nod. "yea" 

He make no apologies to me. And why should he? It's not his fault. 

"You ok?" he asks. 

I let out a tired laugh. 

"Sorry, dumb question" he says. 

"Listen, I'm not kicking ya out, but if they find you hiding out, away....they put strikes against you, you get reported" he says quietly.

"I'm not hiding, I'm just...taking a second" I say. 

He nods and starts to clean. He sprays down the plastic sheets, and wipes them down. 

"You new?" he asks as he wipes and looks up at me. 

I nod. 

"I know a couple of guys that come here..they're gentler with the women...I could..." he starts and i laugh.

"what pimp me out to your buddies?" I roll my eyes. "No thanks"

"They're not my buddies, I just know them from here...and theyre trash just the same as the guys here....but they're not....violent...some of the girls actually like them....I was going to say, i could tell them about you, if you wanted, let them know your new, so you dont have to cry everytime" he says. 

I give him a glare. 

"they dont get off on girls crying like the others" he says. "so even if you did cry...they wouldnt get all....turned on by it" he says. 

"What about you?" I jut my chin toward him. 

He shakes his head. "I don't..... I've never.....I wouldn't." he says. 

I look to the floor. 

"You ever been with a girl....ya know...one who was willing?" I ask. 

He shakes his head. 

"What's your name?" I ask. 

"Marcus" he says. "yours?"

I shrug. "number two fifty two"