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“Let me see them titties!”
Sansa tensed at the unfamiliar voice. She was stretching on the sidelines, preparing for the opening routine.
Today was her first ever game as a college football cheerleader and she would not let anything ruin her day! Her copper red hair was curled to perfection and in a cute little half up half down 'do with a bow. Her makeup was pristine and her bright red lipstick was perfect.
Her shorts were riding her ass, though and her thicker thighs were shiny from the stocking tights her and the other cheerleaders were forced to wear. The top was a tiny bra-like garment, long flowing sleeves and tied together in the middle of her chest. Her breasts were bigger than some of the other girls’ but definitely not the biggest on the team. So that catcaller couldn't be directed to her, right?
“Hey Redbird! Show me your tits!” Followed by a loud guffaw.
Wait–was he talking to her?
Looking up towards where the slurred screaming came from, Sansa saw front row a brick house of a man leaning against the rail. He was the largest man she had ever seen in person, at least 6'5 with wide shoulders and massive thighs. His hands looked like they could span her entire waist, the tallboy in his hand looking absolutely miniscule.
He was not a handsome man, but Sansa couldn’t look away from his large, prominent nose, strong jaw or the scars all along the right side of his face. His hair was dark brown and cut to his jaw, longer than most men would stylishly wear.
Seeing he had drawn her attention he winked, lasciviously licking his lips. “C’mon baby, let me see those juicy tits! I need new spank bank material!” He mimed jerking himself off. The men around him erupted in harsh laughter.
Sansa could feel tears pricking in her eyes as she turned away swiftly, going back to her upper shoulder stretches.
“Don’t let the pervs get to you,” Margaery said, coming up to stand next to her. She was a senior and captain of the squad. “Unfortunately it’s something you get used to.”
Sansa nodded, bravely in her opinion, giving Margaery a small smile. She could do this, she was the youngest cheerleader on the team, the only freshman who made it, and she would not cry because one creepy pervert liked her boobs.
It was fine.
She could do this.
xXx
Their next home game was only a few days later, and Sansa prayed to any and every god that would listen that the pervert wouldn’t be there. And as she made her way onto the field, sitting down in a straddle to stretch her legs and thigh muscles, it seemed her prayers were answered. The seats the rowdy man and his gross friends had sat in were empty.
Sansa made it through their opening cheer and the first quarter of the game before she heard the first cat-call.
She was bent fully over, legs spread shoulder width apart, hands on the ground as she stretched her sore muscles when she heard, “Fuck I’d like to spank that tight ass baby!” Loud guffaws followed.
Just ignore him, Sansa . She would not turn around, would not give him the satisfaction of knowing he bothered her.
Continuing to stretch, she prepared for their next routine on the sideline, a cheer that consisted of mostly jumping and a few cartwheels. Bracing herself she turned to face the crowd, and unwillingly made eye contact with the brute.
Pasting a bright smile on her face, she and the squad began their cheer. She could feel his eyes traveling her entire body, and halfway through he stood from his seat, and mimed fucking a bent over body in front of him. Hips thrusting crudely, he stared into the eyes, a wicked evil smile on his face.
Sansa’s face was beet red by the time the cheer ended and quarter 2 began.
The rest of the game was filled with similar antics, more screams to see her tits and how he’d like to spank her. Like Sansa would let anyone spank her, she wasn’t a deviant!
She shook her head, a physical attempt to clear her thoughts. Men like him were the reason she was saving her virginity. She did her best to ignore him, and sighed a breath of relief when she was back in the changing room.
xXx
The third time he attended was a month later, and Sansa had hoped that him missing the two home games they had was a sign.
But no, she wasn’t that lucky and it seemed he had a lot of pent up vulgarity and crude words to share.
Not even two minutes after their half-time show as Sansa cooled down on the sidelines, chugging from her sipper water bottle she heard: “Open wide baby, I can give you something to suck on!”
Closing her eyes, Sansa braced herself. She knew most of the girls on the squad thought it was funny that little virgin Sansa had the creepiest admirer. They commiserate with her about how gross it was and how he should be kicked out, but no one had actually complained about him. And she knew they were thankful his attention was on her and not them.
“Let me see you get wet baby! Pour that water on those fat titties!”
Sansa whirled around, glaring at him.
Big mistake. This made him grin so wide, so predatory.
He cupped himself, his legs spread so wide Sansa couldn’t miss his actions even from her lower spot on the field.
“Little Redbird! Does it match?” He pointedly looked down to her vaginal area.
Blushing red, Sansa turned away. He was so gross. So disgusting, he made her tummy feel sick and twisted, hot in a way she never felt before. Tense and achy. He made her physically sick!
For the entire second half of the game he continued shouting at her.
“I’d suck on those fat titties ‘til you screamed!”
“Show me that sweet pussy, babygirl!”
“Lick you for hours before giving you my fat dick!”
“I’ll give you something to drink down, Redbird, got so much cum for you!”
“Let me paint your knockers with my cum, princess!”
“I’ll fuck you raw, little bird!”
“Show! Me! Your! Tits!”
They were ridiculous and gross and when Sansa pressed her thighs together, adjusted her shirt top because her nipples were hard it had nothing to do with him.
When she fingered herself to completion under her blankets it had absolutely nothing to do with his words.
Nothing.
xXx
Their team was losing, her pervert was staring daggers into her ass, and Sansa had unimaginable period cramps. She wanted this day to be over, like, yesterday.
Bending over to stretch she knew there would be a catcall and internally braced herself for whatever disgusting thing her admirer would say this time.
“Show me your asshole, little Redbird. I wanna see that dirty pucker!”
Snapping up, Sansa was vibrating, seeing red as she turned to him. Her tummy was so achy, a lower throb in her pussy as she glared up into his smug, scarred face. His muscles bulged as he chugged from his beer, empty cans littered at his feet.
“Sansa, ignore him!” Margaery called to her, but a few of the girls snickered behind their hands. He made her a big joke, only wanted by the drunk 30-something that came to small town college football games like a loser.
He licked his lips, and waggled his brow. Let. Me. See. He mouthed, than waggled his tongue in a perverse imitation of eating ass.
“Fuck you, pervert!” Sansa shouted back.
It seemed like the world, like everything went quiet. (Of course not really. Only the girls closest to her and the guys in the stands heard her swear back to him.) But it was as if in slow motion he smiled wide at her, pleased even as his eyes darkened to a dangerous black.
“I’ve got something to stick in that foul mouth of yours, baby. Come up and let me put it to good use!” He mimed thrusting again, to the delight of his cohorts.
Sansa stomped her foot and turned back to the game. Only a few minutes left in the 4th quarter and then she was home free. Home to shower this grossness off (and if she touched herself to the memory of him begging to see her asshole that was for her and her alone.)
xXx
It was the last game before fall break, and Sansa was shocked she made it this far. She was desperate to get home, away from essays and midterms, cheerleading and lumbering giants who wanted to “rim her sloppy” (shouted as she left the field at their latest home game only a few days ago.) She needed the break away!
Taking a deep breath as she ran onto the field and settled at her normal spot on the sidelines, she couldn’t help the disappointment when she realized his seat was empty.
And stayed empty throughout the entire game.
Was he bored of her? Did he find some other hot thing to sexually harass that he liked better? For the first time in months, tears pricked her eyes as she left the stadium heading towards the locker room with her squad. She didn’t bother with a shower, too depressed to stick around with the girls.
Sansa needed her quiet dorm room and scented wax melts. An Olipop in her pretty strawberry Anthropologie glass to drink as she rewatched Bridgerton season 2 for the millionth time. Exiting the side entrance, Sansa was halfway across the mostly empty parking lot when she heard footsteps behind her.
“Redbird, all alone tonight?”
Sansa froze, terror and something hot shivering up her spine. He continued to walk at a steady pace behind her, his heavy footsteps echoing as she stayed frozen to the spot. And then he was there; tall and big behind her, a spicy musky scent enveloping her.
“Will you show me your fat knockers now that we’re alone, baby bird?” He murmured into her ear, large hand wrapping around her hips to drag her back against his thick body.
Snapping back to reality, Sansa spun away from him.
“Leave me alone, you sicko!” She backed up a few paces until she was pressed against a big black pickup truck. From the wicked grin on his face, she realized with horror it must be his. This lot she cut through was rarely used, exiting toward the west side of campus where there was only one dorm and a few older buildings. All of the athletes were housed on the east side, but as a double major Sansa was the lone cheerleader not in athletic housing. She never regretted it until now.
“Don’t be like that, baby.” He gave her a pout. It pulled at his scars.
He strutted towards her, black workman’s boots made his feet seem large enough to stomp her. His legs were long, thighs thicker than tree trunks it seemed. He was wearing a tattered flannel shirt, unbuttoned to reveal the sweat stained white T-shirt underneath. His hair was longer than it had been at the start of the season, oily and pushed back from his face.
Sansa found him unbelievably attractive and she hated herself for it.
Boxing her in against the truck, Sansa was suddenly aware she was only wearing thin leggings and a sports bra under her cropped zip up hoodie. Sweat was tacky on her skin from the game, and her mascara was 100% smudged. She was aware of how small she was, over a foot shorter than his hulking frame. Heat simmered in her lower belly, and Sansa couldn’t find it in herself to name it as arousal.
“I know you like me,” he said. One hand propped against the window, the other coming to her hip and gripping tight. He played with a loose curl of hair as he bent down to whisper in her ear, “I know you want to choke on my fat cock before I fuck your dirty shitter hole and make you my whore.”
Fire coursed through Sansa’s veins and tears welled in her eyes. “I-I would never let you–”
He gripped her chin, thumb and forefinger in a tight hold that startled her into silence. “Baby slut, you’ll let me do whatever I want once I get my fingers in you.” He wagged her head back and forth like a naughty child. “Let me cum all over and in you, warm my cock in your slippery cunt until I’m ready to abuse your pucker. I’ll fuck those whore tits and you’ll say ‘thank you’ once I cum on them.”
Then, still keeping her chin gripped in his strong hold, his other hand traveled up her hip, squeezing a fierce grip on her right breast so hard she moaned a whimper, he then slowly lowered the zip of her jacket, revealing her neon pink bra to his greedy eyes.
“Fuck, even better up close.” He grabbed both of them, molesting her tits in a forceful grip squeezing and pinching to his own pleasure.
Sansa leaned back against the truck, letting him. She let him paw at her, his thick fingers plucking her nipples to hard points over her bra until he growled in frustration.
Shoving his hands down her bra he squeezed each tit hard once, before plucking them from the confines of the tight material and letting them bounce free in the cool fall air, her bra pushed underneath their heavy weight.
His eyes went dark, almost pitch black as iris became pupil with desire. “Fuck, fuck, fuck. Baby those are the most delicious tits I’ve ever seen. Bet you love to have them suckled on and played with. Love to have them smacked around like a dirty slut. Whores love having their knockers knocked around, hmm.” He slapped one, hard, watching it bounce as she whimpered. He looked into her eyes and for the first time since cornering her, he paused.
Sansa didn’t know what he read on her face, but it made him grin ferociously.
“Oh baby.” He reached down and gripped himself through his jeans. Sansa didn’t dare look down, unprepared for what that would look like even through jeans. “Fuck baby are you–you have–is my little whore a virgin?”
He was practically panting as he spoke. Ravenous at the thought of her untouched. Sansa didn’t know what to say or if she should even say it. He was inching closer to her with every breath, almost humping her in his desperation.
His hand came up to grip the nape of her neck, tilting her head back and forcing eye contact. “Are you a virgin, little Redbird? Will my cock be the first one you taste, my cum the first you swallow? Will my fat dick be the first to split you open and take your pretty pussy’s innocence?”
Sansa nodded, afraid her voice would crack if she spoke. She was sweating, her forehead hot, her underarms damp with the heat his words caused. Her nipples hurt with need, and she was so desperate for his touch she wanted to cry.
Why him? Why did he and his gross misogynistic words make her want to drop to her knees and present herself for him like a cat in heat. She was a virgin, innocent yes, but not completely naive. She had wanted to wait until marriage because it was romantic, wanted her first time to smell like vanilla and candle smoke as someone she loved gently made love to her with dim, atmospheric mood lighting.
But as he panted into her neck, sucking a hickey he had no right to leave, hand pawing at her ass in desperate gropes that would leave their own bruises, Sansa knew. She knew she was going to lose her virginity tonight, in a grimy dirty parking lot on her college campus. So much for romance.
“Fuck, that makes me so hard, baby. I’m going to destroy that princess pussy of yours, fuck you ‘til your cryin’ and beggin’ me to stop and then I’ll fuck you again and then fuck your asshole and fill you with my cum. You want that, little whore? Want me to make you my pretty cumdumpster, fuck!” He grabbed her ass with both hands hefting her up and forcing her legs around his thick waist. He was a large man, not fat but big, that her pussy was rubbing against his stomach as he latched his mouth to hers for their first kiss.
This wasn’t Sansa’s first kiss, thankfully. But it was the first one like this. Hungry and desperate, no sweet pecks but an immediate assault to her lips as he forced his tongue into her mouth, tracing the back of her teeth.
Sansa whimpered and moaned. It felt so good to be consumed like this. Her arms wound around his thick neck, and she stuck her tongue out so he could lick it. Mouth open, panting into one another, their tongues traced each other licking up and down and trading saliva in a desperate dance until Sansa broke and wrapped her lips around his tongue and sucked . She suckled on his tongue wantonly, her eyes closed to the heady sensation.
He was rutting against her ass, hard thrusts that jolted her small body against the car. His grunts filled the air around them as Sansa kissed his tongue, then suckled his upper lip. Saliva coated both their mouths, stringy between them as they paused for a breath.
“Desperate fucking slut.” A spank to her ass. “Kiss like a street whore, for a virgin. Were you lying to me about that, Redbird?”
“N-no!” Sansa shook her head borderline violently. “I’m a virgin, I promise.” The words tumbled from her spit slick lips, numb to anything but the truth. The truth of how desperately she wanted him, her pervert. He made her feel perverted, too.
A chuckle rumbled from deep within his chest. One big, meaty hand slipped down the back of her leggings, snapping the top of her thong when his hand met bare flesh as he went to grab one cheek. “You dress like a slut asking for it. Tiny jacket, no top, a thong to press up against your taint. Do you like that, do you pull your whore thong tight against your dirty hole when you play with your sloppy cunt?” His voice was gravel on rocks, a deep scratchy rumble that sent liquid heat to her core every time he spoke.
Sansa whimpered at the thought, and before she could blink, he was twisting her thong tight in his grip, creating a wedgie so rough it pushed against her taint and the front of her thong–slippery and wet from her arousal–was pulled tight to her clit as he pulled. Sansa keened at the pressure.
“Please! Oh please, I need–”
“What do you need, bunny?” He panted in her ear, hot breath humid as he breathed out and sent shivers down her spine. “You need me to use you?”
“Yes!” Sansa cried, kissing up his neck so her lips had something to do other than spill her dirty secrets. The secret that was not really a secret, as her pussy rubbed against his belly so damp it left a wet patch. She needed him so bad, wanted him to collect on the promises he drunkenly shouted when he watched her cheer.
Unceremoniously he dropped her to her feet, Sansa stumbling like a newborn deer, her knees like Jell-O. He kicked her feet shoulder width apart, and with the space that created he slapped her pussy . Not once, but twice in quick succession, Sansa squealed at the pain/pleasure of it. He wore a fierce scowl as he spanked her pussy once more and then with both hands ripped the fabric of her leggings right down the seam, baring her glistening pussy to the parking lot lights.
“Motherfuckingshit.” He breathed, mesmerized by the patch of fuzzy red hair Sansa kept neat at the apex of her thighs. He slapped her pussy lips again, a sick squelching sound in the air as his palm came away wet from her juice.
“Look at that, little bird,” He said. Eyes glazed as he took her disheveled appearance in. Tits hanging over her bra and jacket unzipped, leggings ripped to show off her pussy and thong wedgied tight between her lips. He barely did anything to her and she looked like a two-cent whore.
“I–um,” Sansa stuttered. She didn’t know what she was going to say, her cheeks hot and wet from embarrassment and arousal. She was flushed down to her chest, and a sheen of sweat was cooling in the night air.
“Get on your knees, Redbird.”
Sansa dropped to her knees, staring wide into his dark eyes as she waited.
Waited as he slowly unbuckled his belt, letting it hang loose at his waist. Waited as he unzipped himself, the zip of metal the only sound beside her hyperventilating breaths. Waited as he pulled a ten-inch cock out of his pants (no underwear) and her eyes went wide at the girthiest, longest cock that had ever been created, surely. There was no way it would fit anywhere near her? She was too delicate for that surely.
As if reading her mind, he smiled; a sleazy dirty smirk that promised nothing good. “Don’t worry baby, I’ll make it fit.”
He wrapped a fist around her hair pulling her close. She shuffled on her knees until she straddled one large boot, pressed so close she had no choice but to balance herself on his leg. He pressed his cock to her face, rubbing the bulbous head against her cheek before gripping her chin in one hand and with the other flattening his cock along her face. His balls were pressed up against her chin (big, hairy balls; a musky sweaty stench coming from them), and the tip of his cock by her forehead. He pressed his hand down on top of his cock, keeping her in place as he thrust minutely back and forth using his hand and her face to jack off.
Hot shame slithered through her, and she moaned as he rubbed his sweaty cock along her face. Her hips jerked forward, rubbing against the coarse laces of his boot and with one, two, three humps Sansa came with a high pitched whine all over his dirty work boots.
Her thighs trembled in the aftermath, a small orgasm, but one that shook her to her bones. She’d never come like that before, with only the smallest stimulation. Her head was hazy as she tried to right herself, her hips humping his boot still as she tried to breath right.
A loud laugh made her look up.
“Did you just come?” He asked, cruel amusement dancing in his eyes.
Sansa nodded a small nod. Tears falling when he laughed again.
“My little slut so desperate she comes the first time a cock is close to her face. Oh, little bird,” he traced the head of his dick around her lips, coating them in his salty precum, “I am going to wreck you.”
Without further ado, he forced his length into her mouth, using the grip he still had on her hair to fuck her face. Sansa spluttered, tried to breath, but he kept control as he used her. Utter euphoria crossed his face, a look of pure bliss as he used her mouth.
She was choking, gagging as his length brushed the back of her throat. She braced herself on his thighs, both hands digging into the thick jeans he wore. Her mouth was watering, drool escaping the sides of her mouth with every one of his thrusts. On one particular thrust he pushed in deep and held. Her nose was crushed to his pubic hair, dark and sweaty like the rest of him, her mouth stretched wide as she gagged on his length.
“That’s it. Choke on my cock, you like that? You like gagging on me, baby? I’ll give this to you every morning and night, let you pass out on my cock and then fuck your face awake again. Swallow around me.” He used his grip on her hair to shake her head back and forth. A whimper escaped between the gluck of her throat gagging around him. “Swallow around me and I’ll let you up.”
Tears streamed down her cheeks, her chin covered in spit, but Sansa did, her throat constricting in a controlled swallow that had him roaring an expletive as he pulled her head off him. A stream of stringy drool and precum fell from Sansa’s lips as she gasped in air, falling back onto her ass as she heaved in desperate lungfuls of air.
A stinging slap against her cheek brought her attention back to him and her palm to the stinging skin. He was a vengeful dark god standing above her, dick hard and proud as he played with the head and then his heavy ball sac. His shirt was rucked up, exposing the bottom of his hairy belly a thicker trail leading to his untrimmed pubes.
“I’ll let you decide, little whore.” He spoke in a menacingly calm tone. Sansa gulped. “I can fuck your ass in the back of the truck or your cunt on your hands and knees on the parking lot gravel. I’ll let my baby slut choose what happens, this time .”
Sansa licked her lips, mouth dry. “I–won’t both hurt though?”
He bit his bottom lip, scar shiny in the parking lot lights. “That’s the point, little bird. I want to hurt you.”
Sansa shuddered. He would. He would not hesitate to hurt her, he already did by slapping her ass and cunt and face. She knew what her answer would be, but the thought of getting gravel and dirt and road burn kept her silent.
“If you don’t choose in 3 seconds, I’ll choose for you and you won’t like what I pick, bunny.”
“Hands and knees!” She squeaked, moving into the position. She settled, facing the tires of his truck as she presented her shiny lips through her ripped leggings to him. She spread her knees wide, wanting him to have enough room to access her virginal hole.
She was seconds from losing her virginity, her body shaking with need and nerves and anticipation. She closed her eyes tight as she heard him move into position behind her, the rough fabric of his jeans pressing against the smooth skin of her bottom.
“My perfect little slut.”
He cupped her wet pussy, his thick middle finger fucking roughly into her tight heat. She’d only ever used her own fingers, never even a toy and her channel was tight.
“Fuck you're so tight. Saved your cunt for me, did you?” He was breathing heavy as he bent over her, kissing the side of her neck before biting down hard. He sucked the skin of her neck, biting another hickey into her skin high on her neck where it would be impossible to hide. Marking her as his in a primitive way.
Another finger forced its way inside her and Sansa was trembling. Her arms shook from holding her up, her back arching to present more of herself to him.
His fingers hooked inside her, hitting a spot that made her eyes cross and a small mewled, “Daddy!” escape from her lips.
Everything froze. And then a booming laugh as he roughly finger fucked her to another orgasm as she writhed on the ground in shame and embarrassment.
“That’s right, baby!" A wet sucking sound as his fingers left her body. A blunt pressure as the thick tip of his dick traced her puffy lips and hole. "Daddy will take care of you.”
He thrust deep inside her and Sansa screamed. The two orgasms prepped her some, as did his fingers but it was still not enough. Nothing could have been enough for the 10 inch beer can that seemed to be fucking her pussy. She was crying as he thrust in and out of her, pulling her back to his lap as he grunted in pleasure.
Sansa’s arms collapsed under her, and she had to brace herself on her forearms to save her face from the gravel and dirt. A constant moan escaped from her lips, all thoughts being fucked out of her head except-
“Daddy, Daddy, Daddy,” she mumbled. Her hips were hitching, trying to participate in her first act of sex but he was too overwhelming.
A large hand spanked her ass, gripping the cheek and pushing aside to expose her to his greedy eyes. Taking in where they met and the fluttering pucker of her ass, squeezing and clenching with every pleasurably painful thrust into her pussy.
“You like Daddy’s cock inside you? Daddy’s gonna fuck this tight cunt all night!”
Her tits were swinging violently beneath her, every thrust forcing them to bump and hit her chin. His hand snaked beneath her body, groping her tit and pinching a nipple between two thick fingers. He pinched and pulled her nipples as he gyrated deep inside her, forcing her to make room to keep his cock deep.
“Little bird, you feel so good,” he groaned. “Better than I imagined. This cunt was made for my dick. Say it, baby. Tell Daddy you were made for my dick.” His thrusts were forceful again, a rough fucking that Sansa would feel for days. She would have been more concerned if she couldn’t feel her own arousal dripping between her thighs with every thrust, if the fire burning inside her wasn’t stoked hotter and higher with every thrust.
“I was made for Daddy’s cock!” She cried. Snot was dripping down her face along with dripples of sweat. Her hair was stuck to her neck and face and she pushed back against the monstrous length inside her hungry for more. “My cunt was made for Daddy dick and I need it! Please, please I need it!”
“I’ll give it to you, bunny. Give you Daddy’s cock until this slut-cunt overflows with my hot cum. You want my cum inside your princess pussy? I’ll give it to you over and over until you're so full you leak my cum with every breath. Fuck, I’ll fuck you full of Daddy’s cum. You’re my little bitch and you’ll take my fucking cum!”
A rough thumb brushed against her small asshole and Sansa’s eyes widened as she realized what he was going to do.
“N-no–”
But then he was inside her, and she was so full his heavy ball sac smacking against her ass as his thumb filled her tight pucker. He wiggled his thumb around in her, his grunts the soundtrack to her ass being played with as he tugged on her rim from the inside.
Sansa sobbed as she came again. Her body was tightening to an uncomfortable degree, so tight and gripping his cock so forcefully he couldn’t move. Pushed in deep, she could hear his ragged breath as she convulsed around his girth.
Before she could collapse full frontal onto the lot ground, his thick arms wrapped around her and pulled her up, her back to his front as he maneuvered them so he could sit propped against the tires of his truck and Sansa sank down onto his cock, fully seated inside her with her thighs wantonly spread on either side of his thick lap.
“Like that, baby? Fuck you choked my cock so hard with your cunt I almost blew.” He kissed along her jaw, licking her open mouth as she panted. This angle she could feel him inside her and if she thought he was deep before it was nothing as he braced his feet on the ground and rocked up into her. Her head dropped back onto his shoulder, neck too weak to hold her up.
“Was it the thumb in your ass or the thought of me filling this cunt with cum that sent you over the edge, whore?” She tightened because it was both. She wanted his hot cum inside her cunt, his thumb in her ass, she needed him to possess her like no other.
Her arms came up behind her, wrapping around the nape of his neck arching her back to present her heavy tits for his viewing pleasure. Her nipples hard and one puffy from his pinching and abuse.
He hooked his head over her shoulder and spat, a thick glob of spit running down the valley of her breasts. Her hips jutted up, no rhythm as she writhed atop his cock.
“Can you come again? Come for Daddy?” He grunted. His thrusts were getting sloppy, harsher if possible as he used her like a fleshlight jackrabbiting up into her abused pussy.
“N-no, Da-daddy I can’t!” She whined. His thick fingers found her clit and rubbed harshly, nothing gentle from him “”S too much!”
“Come for me again, little bird. Come for me and I’ll give you my hot cum to keep inside your greedy cunt. Such a greedy cunt taking her orgasms before Daddy comes even once.” A slap to her clit, three more in quick succession that caused Sansa to scream as her hips wiggled to get away. But she was impaled on his cock, nowhere to go or escape from the onslaught he gave her.
“Come for me, little whore.” A suck on her ear lobe, his wet tongue licking into her ear in a perverse tickling manner. His voice was a smoky whisper as he pinched her clit and his large hand came up to wrap tight around her throat.
His hand tightened and tightened, fucking her hard and abusing her body.
“Come for Daddy, little whore. Be a good bitch for Daddy and cream all over his hard cock one more time!”
Sansa could feel her muscles tightening again, despite her pleas not to. His fingers were relentless playing with her clit. Rubbing one second and then pinching the next in a confusing pleasure-pain blend that sent sparks throughout her body. It was his next thrust that did it, timed right with a pinch of her clit as his cock hit that spot inside her that turned her muscles to liquid and she gushed .
“DADDY!” Her cum spurted from her, a forceful gush that turned her entire body to mush as she slumped back against him, exhausted.
“Fuck, baby, you’re a squirter!” Both hands grabbed her tits, playing with them in harsh squeezes as he fucked up into her, cock a jackhammer on her swollen pussy. “Gonna give you my cum now, fill this bitch cunt up. Not a virgin anymore are you? No, little bird you’re my whore and I’ll use you whenever! Fuck gonna take your ass next destroy every hole and fill with my cum!”
He grabbed her chin as he came, their tongues meeting in a sloppy, open mouth kiss as his hips jerked his release deep into her. Sansa mewled at the feel, legs twitching as he drooled onto her tongue, spit dripping from his bottom lip to her open mouth.
He kissed down her neck and back up to her ear, biting the lope. “Thank me,” he rasped.
“Thank you for giving me your cock and cum, Daddy.” Sansa blearily blinked up at him and saw the absolute shit-eating grin he gave her.
xXx
Only when they were 15 minutes into the drive, Sansa wrapped in his oversized flannel that a thought occurred.
“Um.” She paused. At a red light he looked over, raising his brow in question. “What’s your name?”
“Fucking hell,” He laughed. He had a nice laugh, Sansa could admit. Scratchy like he didn’t do it often, but he did for her, “Sandor. My name’s Sandor, little bird.”
“I’m Sansa,” she said with a shy smile, pushing a sweaty strand of hair behind her ear. Embarrassed to introduce herself now, as his cum was dripping from her pussy onto his passenger seat. Her leggings were destroyed so he–Sandor–threw them out in a trash can in the parking lot.
“Pretty name for a pretty bird,” he said, hand coming up to squeeze her thigh. “But when I have you screaming as my cock fucks your virgin shitter hole–” he grinned “--you better be screaming ‘Daddy’ little whore.”
Sansa tried to hide a smile but couldn’t. “Yes Daddy.”