Broken

Jo had been broken. Face down, ass up on her own bed, being raped by a former student, her fat ass clapping, all she could do was moan like a bitch and push her hips back to meet his violent thrusts, not understanding why it felt so good. His cock was mixing her up real good and she could barely concentrate on anything else. Maybe it was because it had been so long since she had been fucked so hard and deep, but as he spread her as and spat on her vulnerable asshole, getting ready to take things a step further, she just trembled and whimpered in anticipation.

This had started when she was out for her usual morning run.

He had seen her and waved her down, explaining he was an old student. Her thoughts were interrupted by him violently ramming his thick cock into her asshole, making her cry out and arch her back, a moan escaping her that was so slutty she felt herself get wetter just heating it. He kept ramming down until his pelvis started slapping her fat jiggly ass again, balls deep in her tight but receptive ass.

He had offered her coffee, and she had accepted. It was all so fuzzy...

They caught up and actually had an interesting conversation, he had even made her laugh a few times. She had to consciously stop herself enjoying it too much, not wanting to get overly friendly with an ex student-

He slapped ass hard, leaving his handprint in her supple, tan flesh.

"You love this don't you, you fat assed bitch!" He growled in her ear, pulling her short black hair back.

"Yes daddy, rape my asshole harder!" She screeched, seconds away from an orgasm. Had she really just said that? She hadn't meant to, what was-

Her thoughts stopped dead as she shivered, then convulsed, her whole body shaking as she came again, she had lost count. Collapsing into her sheets, she felt him pull out of her. She suddenly felt so empty, she wanted him back inside her. As if hearing her thoughts, he turned her over to face him and kissed her passionately. Her eyes almost rolled back in bliss again as his firm hands ran across her sensitive body.

"Don't you worry Joan, I'll be right back." He said, standing and leaving her there, sweating and moaning quietly to herself.

'Pull yourself together Jo, what happened?'

After coffee he had asked to meet her again. She remembered how tall he was, how firm he seemed to be when he hugged her. She wasn't ashamed of her body but she was sure it had seen better days. She had a son after all. He was 19, away at boarding school. His dad had left a long time ago, after she first had him at 20. She had struggled for a while until she started teaching, and with a lot of help from her friends she managed to afford an apartment. There was something about the way this man was talking to her, looking at her, that made her feel special, like he truly wanted her...she couldn't let herself think that. Wishful thinking, he was much too young for her, but she said yes to meeting again anyway.

The second time they met he bought them dinner, and it didn't even strike her it was a date until it was almost over.

"Are we- this is a weird question but...is this like a date?" She had asked.

"Yeah, was I not clear?" He responded, smiling at her.

"Aren't I...too old for you?"

"No. I've had a crush on you since you taught me ten years ago." He had confessed, keeping eye contact. Something about how he had said it really got to her, turned her on. It was shameful to admit to herself, but she had gotten wet from just being spoken to like that.

"Me? I was a math teacher, that isn't hot!" She had laughed, trying to play it off. He had given her a strange look, before changing the subject. He took her home, and on her doorstep they paused for a second, then were suddenly kissing passionately. His hands on her hips, hers on his chest, they each groped each other, and he whispered in her ear what he'd do to her if she asked him in...and she had pushed him away gently.

"I'm sorry...I can't."

He returned to the room, still fully erect, holding a belt. She got up to her knees and obediently opened her mouth. He walked forward and pushed his length into her mouth without hesitation. She trembled in excitement as he tightened the belt around her neck and started fucking her face. She moaned gently, the vibrations pleasuring his cock, her tongue traveling up and down the thick member as he pushed deeper and deeper. She was barely making these decisions herself anymore, they just felt right. Her ass and pussy ached, but she needed more, and here he was to keep giving her more, as much as she needed, as much as she wanted...

"Choke on it." He said sternly. She pushed p

Forward, opening her throat to take him in. She choked and drooled all over it, starting to finger herself as he pushed too. It felt so good, better than anything she had felt before. Nothing could compare to this. He gently stroked her face as she gagged and drooled, her wild, lust crazed eyes staring up at him, clearly not thinking clearly as he showed her who every one of her holes belonged to. Finally he pulled out, and she gasped for air, not realising how much she needed it until he let her breathe.

"Bend over." He said, in a low, almost threatening voice. She did as she was told, even spreading her now soaked pussy for him, knowing he wanted it. He lined himself up with her wet opening, and wrapped an arm around her torso, pulling it back against him. She leant back and kissed him passionately as he roughly grabbed her juicy tits, kneading them in his palms until she moaned into his mouth. Finally he pushed into her, and shiver her back down onto the bed, grabbing the belt he had tied around her neck and yanking it back as he slammed into her vulnerable cunt. It constricted around her throat and started to choke her. For some reason, no warning bells were ringing in her head as he started to plow her, and she let herself be choked, a big dumb smile on her face as he fucked her needy pussy.

She had been ignoring his calls and messages, upset with herself for almost letting it get out of hand. She didn't want to be in that kind of relationship again, where someone fucks you then leaves you, especially not a student, even if she did like him, and he made her laugh. Even if he did make her feel appreciated and wanted. Even if she wouldn't have minded him fucking her...she had pushed all those thoughts away. Unfortunately, the desires were not so easy to ignore. She had spent whole mornings fucking her pussy as hard as she could with her dildo, moaning his name and cumming hard for him, before curling up in shame. She tried ignoring them for a day but had started getting really aroused in public on her daily errands. Finally, one morning when she was getting ready to leave for her run, he had knocked on her door. He had looked tired, but there was something more behind it. A deep, primitive lust. She said no, and asked him to leave. He had walked in. She had asked him again. He locked the door behind him. She told him he was scaring her, and he had grabbed her. Groping her butt and tits, he had bent her over her own couch and torn her yoga pants open, her fat milf ass spilling out. Ripping her thong off of her, he had raped her right there, pounding her, using her, not saying a word.

She struggled of course, fought and shouted, but he had just stuffed her own panties into her mouth and carried her to the bedroom, where he continued to forcibly rape her unprotected pussy for hours. She didn't break then, but he came back the next day. And the next.

On the fourth day, he had broken her. She hadn't called the police, or told anyone, or even left her home at any point out of shock and shame. She was ashamed because she had enjoyed it. On some level, she wanted more. When he had used her that fourth day and made her strip herself, she came without him even touching her. Just the act of stripping for her rapist made her cum. Full of shame and desperation, she finally snapped when he hit her womb and bottomed out.

She remembered this part very well. He hit a part of her no one ever had before, and it felt incredible. She had cum hard, then again, and she decided she didn't care.

The Shane melted away, and the desperation vanished, replaced with that lust she had been repressing since they first kissed.

She had pushed back and straddled her "daddy" riding him until he came deep inside her. He was surprised to begin with, but quickly took to his new role. Her master. Her "daddy".

"Daddy...can't...breathe..." she gasped, spreading her asscheeks so he could fuck her deeper as the belt bit in further and further.

"You want me to stop?" He asked.

"...No..." she choked, the pressure making her even hotter and wetter. In the last few days, she had revealed every suppressed kink and desire to her new owner, and one by one he had done them to her. Rape, spanking, bondage, throatfucking anal and now choking. They had a safeword, and she was never really in danger, but his rough hand in her ass and the leather slowly restricting her breathing made her feel so vulnerable, and that made her insanely horny. He pulled out of her and loosened the belt, making her splutter and gasp fresh air again.

"I didn't say stop..." she complained

"Sorry, I was worried." He confessed. His expression was one of genuine concern, and she felt that familiar twinge of affection she felt for him beyond the sexual. Allowing herself to break for him had been nothing but bliss so far, and she kissed him again.

"I don't want to stop yet..." she said softly. He grabbed a handful of her hair and laid her down, shifting her legs up over his shoulders.

His thick cock was pressing against her pussy again and she caught her breath, preparing herself for what was next.

He forced his dick inside her yet again, her pussy gripping him almost immediately, like it didn't want him to pull out. He got so deep in this position, it drove her crazy.

"Don't...don't be gentle..." she whimpered.

"I never am." He said, pulling out and ramming down into her yet again. She moaned freely, the sounds of her pleasure matched by that of his heavy balls slapping against her ass.

"Daddy...don't fucking stopppp" she managed between gasps and shrieks of pleasure. He didn't look like he could hear her, his eyes glazed, glaring down at her with some kind of angry lust. She loved that look. It was how he had looked at her when he first used her.

She could barely breathe as she started to cum again.

"Daddy, I'm-" she managed. He nodded shortly as he started to breathe heavy, his thrusts getting deeper and faster as his own orgasm started. She screeched and he roared in pleasure as he emptied his balls inside her, filling her completely, her body convulsing as her pussy squeezed down on his cock like a vice.

They collapsed in a heap, his seed leaking out of her used cunt. She fell asleep almost immediately, exhausted and satisfied. He didn't. He watched her a while, beforetaki g her in his arms and holding her close, smiling to himself. He had broken her, she was his now and he intended to make good use of her.