It had been so long since she’d stroked me I nearly came. I felt like a damn teenager. We stumbled to the bedroom still making out and shedding clot...hes as we went.Tumbling into the bed I cupped her ass while she nibbled on my ear and whispered, “Suck my pussy.”I licked my way down her tummy the pink folds between her legs. “Oh yes,” she moaned as I slid a finger into her. Andrea was dripping wet already and the scent of her was intoxicating. My tongue flicked across Andrea’s clit and she pulled. ?It’s your fault for being a slut--- No one would believe you were raped --- If you get knocked up --- you deserve it for sleeping around,? he says as he thrusts in and out of me. I can’t believe the things he is saying. How could he be so cruel? I sob helplessly, taking his thrusts and knowing that he is going to be the first man to cum in me unprotected. I keep trying to push him off of me but I am too weak to do so.I whimper, mewl and cry as his pace changes. He is thrusting deeper and. Some were blonde, ?pretty boys?.Others were blacks. Most were caucasians. Dellapreferred the Germanic, blonde types, but the cockslut?sreaction to the whips were more important than bodytypes. High-pitched ?screamers? were very popular and a good flow of tears wasessential, too. So it was with interest thatshe opened the folder and scanned the sheet before her. As she did so, Dellapulled up her brief, red rubber miniskirt, revealing her naked pussy, a signalfor her production assistant, Karla. Would he assume this would lead to sex? Would it hurt? Did she want to have sex with a stranger? She thought about his question, then nodded, silently. He looked at her for a minute to make sure, and then moved his hands to undo the first button of his trousers. Her hands were nervously rubbing together. He looked up, held her eyes on his and continued. Second button. Third button. The last button. His penis was pushing against his briefs, begging to be let free. He had never been so aroused..