My biker moves closer and I feel his cock touch me. I am looking at the ceiling, trying to memorize the ceiling tiles. He enters me easily. I marvel at how loose I am now, just two weeks after being a virgin. He slides into me slowly. I feel myself open to him but there is no pain associated with it. I just lay there as he slides in and out slowly. I can tell he is trying to be gentle. I chuckle a little to myself. Here I am spread open on a pool table in a biker house and the guy fucking me is trying to be gentle. That is funny.
I feel him pick up my legs and open me more. The ceiling is interesting. I can see animals in the tiles. I notice my tennis shoes in the air over my head. That looks strange at first until I figure out he is bending me in half. Been here before. He is grunting and then I feel him push against me. His skin is warm and feels a little nice on my sore crotch. I feel a warmth deep inside me and another load of cum enters my young womb. He holds himself there as I stare at the ceiling. I feel him pull out slowly and his body disconnects from mine. I see a rabbit on that tile.
The cruel man, that was my name for him now. It fit and somehow made me feel a little better. He was cruel. Somehow he had managed to trap my legs between us and free his hands to grab my nipples again. I whimpered at the pain. He twisted them really hard and then slammed into me. I heard him make a groaning sound and then felt him cum inside me again. He twisted my nipples harder and I screamed as loud as I could. He opened his eyes and stared at me. He twisted harder and smiled as he finishing emptying his balls into me. I took a deep breath as he let go of my breasts. Another quick surge of pain as the blood re-entered my nipples.
He stood up and looked down at me. I was still spread open. I could feel the cum leaking out of me. My nipples must be red, they felt swollen and they really hurt. He laughed at me.
"If your sweet Daddy could see his little girl now. I don't know if you have ever been prettier." He said, and I felt my heart drop.
I pictured my Daddy looking down at me. What would he say? How could he ever look at me again, much less love me? My tears were a river down my cheeks. I noticed him moving and I looked up to see a camera pointed at me. The flash blinded me as he took a picture of my humiliation. It was captured forever and now he could revisit his conquest anytime he wanted. I thought for the first time who he could be. Was he a neighbor? A friend? Someone who lived close by? He had to know me, he knew too much about me. He knew me, the fear shot through me. He would see me again and know what he did. He would see me in the same pose I am now every time he looked at me and I would never know who it was.
