Christian Carino took Gaga's clothes off, -'I don't feel like it babe' she moaned, tired from practicing choreography for the Super Bowl, -'I'll make you feel better' he assured her, Gaga sighed deeply there was no point in resisting, he was so clingy she just wanted him to shut the fuck up.
Gaga felt like a rag doll in his hands, she wasn't gonna lie, it felt good but it was just not the same.
-'Babe, just stop' she said, sighing in frustration, -'No, hold on, I wanna try something', this 50 year old man sure was persistent as fuck.
Gaga wasn't really feeling sexy, and there was Christian, her own talent manager, twenty years her senior, eating her pussy out. Her body produced lube, hinting at him that she was enjoying it but her brain was somewhere else. She was feeling empty and alone. She knew this feeling way too much. Her body was sore from all the dancing and stuff and all she would've wanted was a massage from Christian but he was forcing her to have sex with him. Was this rape? She thought, exhausting herself with the question.
How tight are you? He asked, leaning over her back, holding his hard dick against her genitals, Gaga sighed deeply, -'Why don't you try and see?' She chuckled, holding onto the headboard.
Christian stuck his dick in her ass and she was everything but ready, she let out a scream but muffled it quickly with a pillow. Christian thought she was loving it so she continued, it really was just hurting her a lot.
He finally let her go after ten minutes of what she felt like stabbing, -'Get out' she mumbled with tears in her eyes, -'Stef? I-', -'I SAID GET OUT'.
After a while, she tried to walk to the shower but was unable to without feeling pain. -'I really thought this guy would be different' she sighed deeply and laid on her belly. She was feeling stupid and ugly, and all because she felt like couldn't keep a man or at least get a good one. -'Yure a fucking idiot for thinking someone will love you' she told herself before closing her eyes.
