The Fixer-Upper (closed)

When she spat my cum back onto me, it was like a slap in the face. Her disgust enraged me, even as I knew exactly what she wanted.

“Bitch,” I sneered at her, raising my hand and bringing it down hard across the side of her face, the blow knocking the side of her head against the tile wall.

I didn’t stop there. I grabbed her by her hair at the top of her head and made her look up at me before slapping her viciously, hard enough to knock her down to the floor when I let go of her hair.

I was on top of her in a heartbeat, one knee on her chest between her tits. I scooped that spit-cum mixture off my crotch and smeared it all over her face as I pressed her head to the floor. I got it all over her lips, her nose, her eyes.

“You’re a worthless fucking slut,” I growled at her, slapping her again, and then scooping some more of that cum off me, and forcing it into her mouth with my fingers. “But you’re my worthless slut.”
 
I thought I had prepared myself for the impact, but I was wrong. Tommy didn't hold back, and his slap was hard enough to make me cry out as my face slammed into the tiles. Before the stars in my eyes had a chance to clear he snatched my hair, holding me firm so I couldn't cower away or try to move and reduce the impact of the next hit. The second slap was harder than the first, and I reeled, my back hitting the tiles as fell to the floor. Then Tommy was in me, his knee slamming between my breasts and knocking the air from me as he smeared his cum and my spit everywhere. I closed my eyes and mouth and tried to squirm away but he was too strong. He then fed it to me, shoving it down my throat, his invading fingers making me gag.

Even though pain was thumping through my body, there was a roar of blood through my ears as I opened my eyes and looked up at him. His words sunk in, settling, his actions making me feel as worthless as he told me I was.

But, even if I was a slut, I was his.

I looked up at him, eyes shining with a mixture of pain, fear and gratefulness. I reached up, hand on his chest, eyes dipping to his cock.

"I'm your slut," I confirmed, my voice a rasp as I struggled to breathe through the pain in my chest.
 
I lifted my knee off her chest, nodding to her. I looked down at my cock. My orgasm had subsided, and while normally I would have started to soften and drop by now, I saw, and was acutely aware of the intensity of it all, that my cock was still rock hard.

I looked back to her eyes. They locked. My hand went to her face, gently, my palm pressing to her cheek.

“Then get up,” I said, taking her hands in mine as I pulled back, and stood up, bringing her naked body with me, helping her find her feet.

And then I pressed my body against hers, pressing her to the wall, my stiff dick firmly pressed between us.

“So what’s next, slut.”
 
That moment of tenderness, of Tommy pressing his hand against my cheek, was enough to wash away my concerns once more. He helped me up, my body shaking from the rough use, and pressed me against the wall of the shower, his cock rock hard between us. I whimpered then, at the knowledge that his huge member was still solid between us, and bit my lip as I realised what was next.

"Next," I said slowly, trying to find my voice once more, "the police came to break up the party. The second guy had just cum, and the third was in position to- to fuck me. But when they heard the sirens they ran. They bolted, they left me on the fucking ground, covered in their cum like a piece of fucking t-trash," My voice broke then, tears tumbling down over my cheeks as I gasped through my cries. "They left, and I thought that was it... I thought it was over..." I looked up at him then, taking in his handsome face, relishing the familiarity and comfort of him. "Then you came along, I gave you what they would have taken. I-" I took a deep breath "I'm glad of it too, because it wasn't over. They... Your bed..." My eyes roamed over to the door. "T-two of the guys who raped me delivered it. I was alone Tommy, they were too strong..."

I reached over, my hand groping for the tap, as I was pinned between Tommy and the wall. I shut the water off and then turned back to face him, but I couldn't meet his gaze.
 
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She had my attention when she started her story, and never lost it. By the end my body was near-quivering with anger, and the revelation of what had truly happened that day. The day after we…

I shook my head and held her close to me. My sister. Violated on my watch. “I’m so sorry…” I said. My heart was breaking for her. My thoughts ran through all the awful things I had said to her in the days following that, and my rage grew, but now at myself.

My hands came up and grasped her face, pulled her to look up at me. I needed her eyes.

“Naomi…”

I failed you was what I wanted to say. The words choked in my throat. I coughed. I knew there was more to do, more to take.

“What did they do to you, Naomi.”
 
I could feel Tommy's body shaking against mine, his muscles tense as he listened to me speak. His arms wrapped around me and his apology rocketing through me, spreading a warmth that wasn't there before. When he grasped my face and moved it to look at his I didn't pull away. I looked into his eyes, surprised by the amount of anger and turmoil I saw there. Then, he asked for more.

I got to my toes, one hand coiling around to grasp the back of his head before bringing his lips down to mine for a swift but passionate kiss.

When I pulled away I took a deep breath. This time, though, I kept my eye contact with him.


"When they got to the door I was painting in your room. They called out to say they were there so I called them in. I didn't realise Tommy. Fuck, I didn't know it was them!" The feeling of shock and fear that had filled me when I saw them tugged at me then, and I swallowed it back. "I told them you were my boyfriend, that I was expecting you home any minute, but they didn't believe me. They were determined... They dragged me into the lounge room. One of them saw that the window had a view of the street... They forced me onto the lounge... One of them- he face fucked me. The other," I took a deep breath as their faces came to my mind. I shook the thought and focused on Tommy instead. "Then Blondie, he was the one that didn't cum, he wanted to claim me as his prize. He bent me over, on that fucking piece of shit lounge, and pushed into me..."
 
She confirmed it. I had failed her. To protect her. My sister! And after I had… So enjoyed her…

The vivid description played out in my mind like a nightmare porno from my darkest fantasies. I shuddered at my own depravity, at the way my cock throbbed between us. Her kiss lingered on my lips.

“Naomi…” I said again, my grip on her body tightening. Her violation, her rape, cut me to the core.

I had claimed her. I had made her mine. And some bastard had come along and destroyed that bond.

I wanted to cry. But I couldn’t let myself be weak in front of her. My hands on her tightened, my fingers digging into her flesh. My cock throbbed in lust between us again.

I looked down into her eyes. “I’ll do whatever you need me to.”
 
Tommy's body was a firm comfort against mine, his hands a grounding force. I watched as he processed what I had told him, as the tempest behind his eyes grew more fierce. His fingers dug into me as he held onto me, his voice caressing my name as he spoke it. Then something in him changed, there was an understanding there that wasn't there before. As I looked into his eyes I knew he understood now, that he could see my pain and why I needed him. I reached up, hand caressing his cheek as I spoke.

"I need you to fuck me Tommy," I said, pressing myself against his erection suggestively. "I need you to use me. You can be as rough as you like, make be beg for mercy. But after... After I want you to stay with me. Don't leave me like they did Tommy. I- I want to feel like I am worth more than that."

I pressed my lips against his again, claiming them, taking a brief moment of control before resigning it.

"I need your cock so badly."
 
I nodded in understanding, my cock throbbing against her as she pressed her chest against it, the thick head rubbing against her just below her firm little tits.

“I’m not going anywhere,” I swore to her. It was probably the alcohol, but I managed to stop myself before declaring I love you.

I grabbed the vodka bottle instead, and took a long, burning swig. My eyes took on a devious glint as I swallowed and my gaze returned to her. I put the bottle in her hand. “Drink up, sis…” I said, grabbing my beer as we half-stumbled out of the bathroom together. It wasn’t until we started walking, no longer in the steamy sauna-like environs of the shower, that I realized just how intoxicated I had become. Surely she was even further gone. Maybe it was the viagra. My cock was still standing at a very firm attention, eager to dip inside Naomi’s hot little body again… I took a drink of my beer as we came to my door, and I opened it and pulled ber along inside...
 
Tommy's words sent a rush of pleasure through, and I was smiling when he handed me the vodka. He led me out of the bathroom, but the more I walked the more I stumbled. I had been about to have another drink but I knew another sip might take me from being smashed to utterly fucked, and I didn't want to be puking my brains up for this.

When we got to his room one look at his bed had me remembering the night he had picked me up after Mia... The way he had fucked me then... My clit and pussy were aching for him. I put my bottle down on the floor and stepped towards him, my hand reaching for his.

"I want you so fucking bad," I hissed, pushing his hand against my mound. I guided two of his fingers to press against my clit. The pressure made my whole body quake for him. Reluctantly I stepped back, snatching his beer from his hand. I took a sip, too far gone to care that I hated beer, and then slid back onto his bed. I spread my legs, my eyes catching his, daring him.

"That old lounge was disgusting," I purred, "Stank of stale beer and sweat, but they flipped me over and fucked my on it anyway. It was all I could smell." I lifted the bottle and poured it over me, down between ny breasts so that the beer trickled down my stomach and over my pussy. Even that small sensation was enough to make me moan. The sheets beneath me became wet with beer and I ground my arse against it as I poured the last dregs of his beer over my shoulder and onto his sheets.
 
Naomi had me filled with desire, with lust for her, and watching her as she took that beer from me, took a drink, and then poured it all over herself and my bed shocked me. It was completely unexpected and only drove me that much more wild for her.

I stepped forward and grabbed her then, by her arms, and pulled her up and off the bed. “Look at the mess you made!” I growled at her, giving her a little wink as I did before spinning her around. I held her butt against my cock as I licked the beer off her shoulder and neck.

“That’s a very naughty girl,” I said, giving her a firm bump forward with my hips and cock, before grasping her again by her arms… Only now that I was behind her, it was an easy enough thing to force her upper body downwards, mashing her head against the beer-soaked sheet.

My cock immediately found a home nestled between her thighs, my shaft rubbing along her puffy wet lips…

And then I spanked her. Hard.
 
That momentary tenderness I had seen in Tommy was wiped out when I poured his drink everywhere. Instead it was replaced by a delightful, ravenous hunger. It was just what I needed. When he flipped me over and locked my shoulders and neck I groaned, back arching, body aching for him. He pressed his cock against me and I was gone.

He used just the right amount of force to push me and hold me down and I wriggled against him, struggling to move under his vice like grip. I whimpered with need as his cock ran against my lips, even as I struggled.

Then- slap! I cried out, voice bouncing off the walls as my body shoot from the sudden impact.

"Fuck! Ouch!" I yelled at him, even as my traitorous arse wiggled in the air for more. My hips tilted, exposing just a hint of my swollen pussy lips, hoping they would feel the next touch.
 
I leaned forward and grabbed her hair, turning her face so it was firmly down in the beer-soaked sheet, and then I delivered another hard slap across her proffered derriere, and laughed as her body winced, wriggled, and writhed in my grip.

This was entirely too much fun.

I delivered another slap hard across each of her cheeks before letting go of her hair, both my hands going to her butt to examine it further.

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“You dirty little bitch,” I said to her, as my fingers dug deep towards her core, spreading her cheeks. I knelt down behind her, so her crotch was at eye level. “You are fucking dripping,” I said, my thumbs reaching between her thighs to spread her pussy lips out.

And then I spat on it.
 
The smell of beer in the sheets was overwhelming, bringing back memories of my abuse on the lounge. Tommy used my hair once more, shoving my face into the stinking sheets.

His slaps sent shudders of pain and pleasure through me, each one drawing a moan from my lips.

"Holy fuck," I whimpered, feeling his fingers on my aching pussy lips. Spreading them, before I felt a gob of warm spit land on me.

"Did your dad never teach you it was rude to stare?" I snapped, pushing my arse back against him wantonly. I needed more contact from him, whether spanking, fingering or his cock...
 
“Oh he did,” I replied, pulling my face back from her butt as she reared it towards me. My eyes drank in all of her, and I savored the moment, before pulling one hand back and delivering a swift slap to her juicy cunt.

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“He also taught me to enjoy the scenery when it was nice,” I said, and then buried my face in her butt from behind, my lips finding her pussy, my tongue slipping inside her wetness, lapping her up greedily, my nose pressed dangerously close to her backdoor hole.

I let my jaw do most of the work, my bottom teeth scraping along her clit, my tongue wiggling inside her. My arms wrapped around her thighs to hold her butt to my face.

I broke it for one moment, and that was to ask: “did they make you cum when they raped you?” And then I buried my tongue in her cunt again, breathing deep her scent...
 
I had angled my pussy up for it, I had tempted him into it, but fuck that spank to my pussy was a painfully delightful surprise. I cried out, back arching as he spoke.

"Fuck the scenery," I groaned, as his face dove for my pussy. My whole body shook with pleasure as his teeth scraped my clit, the heat of his wet mouth warming me as his tongue pushed in. I writhed against the soaked sheet, my hips grinding into him.

"Yes," I breathed, "He fingered me first, slapped my pussy just like you. Then he fucked me. He used his fingers to make me cum while fucked me from behind." The words came out in a concentrated woosh as I struggled to concentrate but anything on his tongue. The thought of Tommy taking me in that manner made me whimper, bearing down against him.
 
I held on tightly to Naomi’s slim thighs and ass, grasping her firmly as I licked and sucked at her dripping pussy. She was so fucking delicious, and I was ravenous for her.

I used my fingers to furiously back and forth across her clit as my tongue lapped at her cunt. It was a terrible thing what she had been put through. Was it even more terrible how much it aroused me?

My throbbing cock didn’t care too much.

I pulled away from her then, and stood up behind her. “So kinda like this, huh?” I said, one hand on my cock directing it towards her tight little pussy, the other reaching around her hip to find her clit and rub it firmly again. I groaned as I felt her wetness on my tip.

“Fuck yes,” I said, rubbing the head up and down along those lips before letting it slide inside her…

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I wanted to turn, to see what Tommy was thinking after my revelation, to see if he thought I was a slut just like he had called me. However his actions pinned me down, his tongue and fingers pleasuring me, spurring on my overdriven lust. His fingers found the perfect rhythm on my clit and within moments I was moaning, panting, my hips pushing back against him as I felt an orgasm building.

But then he pulled away, my disappointment came out in a loud groan as my clit throbbed angrily. But I wasn't disappointed for long. I felt the thick tip of his cock running up and down my slit, his heat radiating through me. Then, that thick thing popped into me and his voice tumbled through me.

"Yes!" I whimpered, his cock stretching my, pushing through the initial burn, "Fuck Tommy, yes!"

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Once I felt that hot wet pussy tightly wrap around my cock, I lost control. I had to take her, and hard. It didn’t take long, really just a few long, drawn-out strokes in and out of her, before I was driving hard into her…

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I started spanking her as I drove into her, accenting my thrusts with smacks. My whole body was alive with pleasure as I took her, buried my cock in her hard again and again.

Our whole night had led to this moment, and I’d be damned if I didn’t give her the raping she so desperately needed.

“You like it hard like that you little slut?”
 
I hadn't realised just how empty I was until Tommy filled me.


As he thrust that huge cock into me, pummeling me, he pushed every other thought out of my mind. It was all I could do to remain on my hands and knees for him. It was taking so much energy to not fall forward under his sheer power. Each spank had me crying out, my insides tightening against his almost impossibly huge intrusion.

"Oh fuck," I groaned, my tone thick with arousal as he fucked me. Did I like it hard? From him, yes, I would take everything he had. "Yes!" I whimpered, my clit throbbing, "Yes!"
 
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She said she liked it… So I gave it to her. My cock pistoned in and out of her, my hips working in overdrive as I pounded that thick length into her again and again.

I buried myself deep in her and held my cock inside her, taking a moment to catch my breath. Even as I did, I was grasping for her, touching her all over, groping at her tits before sliding down to her crotch.

My fingers grazed over her clit, and her reaction told me I had found the spot. I grabbed her by the back of her neck with my other hand and forced her face back down to the beer-soaked sheets.

“Cum on my cock you fucking bitch,” I snarled at her. “And then I’m gonna bust my nuts all up in that pussy.”
 
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Between the drunken fog in my mind and the lightning bolts of pleasure I could barely think, barely breath. As if Tommy's hard fucking wasn't enough his hands started to explore my body. Each touch, each pinch, slap or grope made me cry out, every part of my body desperate for more.

Then, his fingers found my clit. It was only a moment before they found the right rhythm, and he forced me back down to the mattress. I moaned as he played with me, called me a bitch and told me to cum. My fingers gripped the sheets as he fucked me, as his fingers played me like his own fine-tuned instrument. I came for him then, unable to stop it even if I wanted to. I cried out his name, words muffled by the beer-stained sheets, I cried out as my orgasm broke over me, sending me careening off into a world of pleasure unlike any I had ever experienced before.


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And just like I told her, she was cumming. Hard. I could feel her pussy quake all around my cock, and the way she fucked back onto me made it quite clear she was experiencing the orgasm of her life.

Witnessing such a moment, I was unable to stop my own body from roiling over with pleasure, and it was much to my own surprise to feel that familiar spasm and clench as my own orgasm rushed over me. I held on tight to her, my hips bucking into her as my fingers dug into her clit.

And then, overwhelmed, I was crashing on top of her, falling onto the beer-drenched bed, my heart racing, my breath heavy and ragged. My cock slipped out of her as I rolled off her.

“Fuck…” I said, lost in pleasure, my cock throbbing, little spurts of cum dribbling out still.
 
"God, Tommy!" I panted into the mattress as I felt his cock jerk inside me. I was still on my high, my orgasm pulsing through me, his fingers mercilessly pushing through the last of my pleasure. His frantic thrusting made me cry out anew, and I slammed back into him, making sure that I got every last part of his orgasms from him.

Then he pulled out, and I groaned in dismay, flopping onto the bed as my body thrummed with pleasure, my pussy sore, used but utterly satisfied. I slid over towards where he had collapsed, laying beside him and pressing my front against him. One hand tentatively went down to cup his spent balls, then I lightly traced my fingers up the length of his juicy cock.

"Tommy..." His name tumbled from my lips as I buried my head into his chest, panting and wondering at the glorious mess that we were.
 
I wrapped my arms around her as she slid up next to me in the wet bed. Her tits pressed into me, and I was acutely aware of it… and even more aware of her hand stroking my cock.

It was still quite stiff. My fingers were slipping down her back, to her butt, her thighs, and around and up to find my cum oozing out of her.

My cock throbbed in her hand.

I rubbed my cum around on her pussy, as I held her tight to me. Her body squirmed in all the right ways.

“I’m not even close to done with you,” I whispered in her ear. “Now show me what a slut you are and ride me with that cum-filled pussy of yours.”
 
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