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Pavone keeps one hand on my waist and uses the other one to stroke my back. “Hold for one second, babe, I’ve got a great idea.”
His “great idea” is to unzip my dress and push the top down. He does the same for my bra, leaving me bared to the whole world. No wonder he wanted me to face this direction.
Unlike when Victor had paraded me out naked, it’s no longer the height of summer. Still warm, but a sudden breeze makes my nipples pebble. Pavone reaches around to pinch the nipple, and he laughs. “Got you all worked up, did I? There’s a slut in you, I bet. Now start moving, babe. I don’t have all day.”
I’m still trying to adjust to his cock inside of me without any sort of prep, and I’m willing my body to get wet to make this less uncomfortable. My thoughts briefly flicker to Victor, but I shy away from them. I don’t need to think about the humiliation he put me through or the way my body reacted so strongly to it all.
Pavone pinches me harder, and I start to slowly lift up. Wincing, I let out a soft moan, like this is all I’ve been waiting for, and lower myself again. Up, down, a moan here, a whimper there, it’s all so tedious and boring that I’m glad to be facing away. Sure, someone could glance up and see me half-dressed, impaled on Pavone’s cock, but this way I don’t have to force my face to show pleasure I’m not feeling. It’s about as exciting as doing taxes.
“You’d better be close, babe,” Pavone whispers before he bites my shoulder.
“S-so close,” I answer in as breathy a voice I can manage. I’d be shocked if any woman has ever gotten an orgasm from Pavone.
“You’re kind of loud, though. The whole neighborhood will hear.”
I’m really not, and if anybody in the neighborhood is listening, they’ll probably know Pavone’s lover is faking it. I get a little thrill out of that, and I smile faintly.
The next thing I know, Pavone shoves fabric into my mouth. I choke and instinctively struggle, but Pavone covers my mouth and nose with his hand.
“That’s better. Nice and quiet. Just be a good little cunt,” Pavone says. “And keep fucking moving.”
I do as he says, amping up my moans even as muffled as they are from my panties and his hand over my mouth. I can’t handle any more of this farce, and I force my body to tighten around him as my body shakes during my fake orgasm.
I need his hand off my nose as soon as possible; I don’t want to pass out here, of all places, in this position.
He keeps his hand over my face, and I start to feel the familiar edge of panic. I’ve experienced worse. I can handle this. My hands clench and I blink against tears while I wait for him to finally come.
When he does, his hand slips away from my mouth. It isn’t much, but air is able to slip past the crevices of the panties, and I do my best to suck it all in. I can feel him shuddering inside me.
It takes far too long for him to finish. I want to jump away from him, but he keeps one hand on my waist.
“Fuck, not bad,” Pavone says. He switches to pinching my nose. “You can spit the panties out, babe. Bet you look stupid with them in your mouth anyway.”
That, he’s probably right about.
I spit the panties out, grateful to be free of the itchy cloth and the taste of myself. At least I can breathe through my mouth, even when he keeps me from breathing through my nose. I can deal with this. This isn’t worse than anything else that’s been done to me.
By all accounts, this is… fuckingtame, really.
I can handle it.
I can handle Pavone.
“Before I let you go,” Pavone says, “I thought I’d make a few things clear. I’m a busy man, so I might not be here every night. But when I am, you’d better be willing and ready for me. Since the only useful part about you is your cunt.”
I nod as much as his fingers allow.
“And I know you’ve gotten a taste for cock, but I’m gonna make myself perfectly clear. I don’t share. If I find out you’ve been fucking any other men, if anybody so much as touches you…” He laughs nastily. “Well, I don’t need a cockslut for a wife. But we’ve already sent the save-the-dates, so maybe it’ll just be a very tragic accident that causes us to cancel the wedding. Or causes me to cancel it; I don’t think you’d be talking much after the accident.”
I shudder. I know he’s serious. It wouldn’t be quick or painless, either. Any “accident” would be long and drawn out, with any coroner paid off to declare it nothing more than a tragedy.
Then my sister would be alone with Pavone.
It’s a good thing I have no plans on fucking anyone else ever again.
He finally lets go of my nose and pushes me off his lap. “Okay, babe, enough chitchat. You women are so fucking needy.”
I get up, my legs trembling, and straighten out my bra and dress.
