All I saw were tears, all I heard was sobbing. You mumbled something when I ripped your knickers off, but after I slapped you and pinned you to the wall, you went quiet. The tears kept coming though.

I told you they made good lube, wiped my hand over your wet face, then stroked my cock. You blubbed something about how you were sorry, how you would do anything, the problem was I knew exactly what I wanted, and a few tears didn't dissuade me. Being honest, a girl crying, a make up streaked face, get me harder.

You had followed my instructions. You had come to the hotel. Dressed up. You must have realised I would do more than chat. Pulled my cock out, started to stroke it. Was that really a surprise?

What wasn't a surprise is that you didn't fight it. You sobbed, you cried, but the only thing wetter than your face was your pussy. When I pulled you across the room by the hair, pulled up your scandalously short skirt, and pushed my big thick cock into you, well you were indecently wet young lady. I was almost pulled in, you were so wet. At first you sobbed freely, but eventually you got yourself back together, disassociating, removing your mind from the room. It worked for a little time, but when you caught sight of a mirror, seeing me as I railed you, you couldn't disassociate any longer and the tears came back.

Amid the tears, the blubbing, the begging, your body rather betrayed you, didn't it, girl? I felt you tense up, I stopped pumping and you moaned, pushing back into me. I laughed at you, called you a few names, but you ground back into me even harder. Pulling your head back by the hair, I put you out of your misery, smashing your pussy until you trembled, cumming hard. I didn't stop though, I fucked your cum hard back into you. The waves of pleasure slowly becoming waves of pain as my big thick cock stretched and destroyed your pussy.

You were relieved when eventually I pulled out. So relieved that you compliantly let me cum on your face. The cum mixes with the tears and the streaked make up. You lick my cock clean, then catch sight of your ruined face in the mirror. You have no more tears.

When the pain and aches subside you touch yourself. Now you can only cum when you think about that night.

6ft3, fit, hung, silver fox looking for London based play. Message me your age, dress size, bra size and the word 'tears'.