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Gee stared at her reflection in the mirror. Her mascara, not that she ever wore much, was beginning to smudge. Using a piece of toilet paper, she wiped away the excess. The dress she was wearing was a gorgeous satin affair, a deep shade of green, somewhere between almond and emerald. It suited her colouring perfectly, especially her reddish-auburn hair, and green eyes. She’d bought it especially for tonight and it had cost her an arm and a leg, yet Guy hadn’t even commented on it. In fact, when she’d arrived, he’d already been slightly inebriated, and she wondered how long he’d been there. She glanced at the rose, sadly. . ., it was already beginning to wilt.
A knock on the door snapped her from her reverie.
“Come on, Gee. . ., how long does it take to have a piss!”
She cringed at his crude remark. She hesitated at stepping out of the bathroom dressed. The way he was behaving, the chances would be that he’d rip the clothes off her, and then she’d be practically naked going home; not to mention the waste of money if the gown was ruined.
She opened the door and stepped out barefoot, wearing nothing but her flimsy underwear.
“That’s more like it!” he said cheerfully, quickly removing his own clothes.
She padded to the bed and climbed on it, swiftly removing her bra and panties rather than risk him ripping them off her.
He threw himself next to her and began pawing her again. His manhood was surprisingly already rock hard, and she grabbed it in her right hand, squeezing it tightly, as though it were a substitute for his throat — she was so cross with him, but daren’t show it. For the first time since they began going out together, she was scared of what he might do to her, if he got too angry.
She lay on her back and parted her legs for him, like she’d done previous times, but Guy had other ideas tonight. He was sick of being manipulated into doing what she always wanted.
Using his immense strength, he flipped her over as though she were nothing more than a rag doll and pulled her up into a doggy position. Before she could object, he entered her from the rear.
She let out a yelp of surprise, but also of pain, as he penetrated her back passage.
“Guy, no, please, don’t do this!” she cried and struggled to free herself.
He wasn’t listening, and held onto her so tightly, all she could do, was drop her arms onto her elbows, and weep into the pillow.
It’s not as though she didn’t enjoy sex, on the contrary, she loved it — especially if it was limited to entry to her specifically intended orifice. The things she deplored the most, for reasons she was unable to explain, was if she was asked to perform oral sex to a man, or for him to use her anus.
It didn’t take long, and she soon felt a rush of hot fluid fill her, making her cry all the more, on realising he didn’t even put on a condom.
