"That's my little whore!" he hissed at her as she raised her pussy to him again and again. "Now you're fucking like you mean it! You are a slut, aren't you Vanessa? You love it, don't you?"

"Oh God, yes!" she spit the words out from between clenched teeth. "Yes, I'm a slut! I'm a whore, I’m whatever you want! Just fuck me! Fuck me!"

Her words inflamed him and he pounded into her with renewed fury. This was her bed, her childhood bed. Her collection of stuffed animals was crushed between her and the wall as she writhed against him, her hands pinned beneath her. It just added to her excitement, as if they were forced to witness her own humiliation, the corruption of their childhood playmate.

He groaned above her. "You sweet bitch! You're gonna make me come! I'm gonna come in you, baby. You want it? You want it? Tell me you want it, whore! Tell me!"

She couldn’t control her excitement any more.

"Oh God yes I want it!" she cried out as he bucked on top of her, making her breasts shake. "I want your hot come! I want all of it!"

Again and again he beat into her, the slick sound of his prick pumping in and out of her wet pussy loud in her ears, along with the frantic creak of the bedsprings, the banging of the headboard against the wall.

"Oh Fuck!" he moaned, "Oh Christ! Oh Jesus Christ!"

His body went suddenly stiff, ramming her deep and she screamed as she felt his fingers claw into her breasts. Her pussy was crammed with cock, and she felt him throb hard and knew that he was shooting his semen into her, filling her with his hot load.

Her head spun with the erotic nastiness of it. She cried out, and then she came too, thrusting her hips up at him in a spasm of release as his seed poured into her. She arched her back and her bound hands clawed the bedspread as she trembled beneath him, the blood roaring in her ears.

She never wanted to come down from that orgasmic high, never wanted to open her eyes again. How could she ever face the shame, the humiliation of letting this family friend reduce her to a submissive whore, begging for anything he wanted to give her. Maybe Mr. Taylor knew her shame, or maybe he was ashamed too, because he didn’t say a word as he slowly withdrew from her aching body.

He climbed off her, still panting, rolled her onto her side and untied her wrists. Vanessa just lay there, unable to move, her humiliation mixed with a feeling of deep sexual satisfaction like she'd never known. She had never come like that before. It had been an orgasm that involved all of her, body and soul, and she didn't know what to make of it, what to make of herself now. Was that truly who she was?.

Mr. Taylor was staring at her as he caught his breath. He reached out and ran a hand appreciatively over her trembling body.

"So it wasn't just a game, was it Vanessa?" he asked her softly. "It was something you wanted, wasn't it?"

She didn't say anything. She was too ashamed, too confused.

He got up and put on his shorts and pants, picked up his shoes and his shirt. He paused at the door and said. "This never happened, did it, Vanessa?"

She shook her head, her eyes still closed so he wouldn't see the tears.

"I’ve got the kids all week, but the bitch picks them up on Friday." he said as he put his shirt on. "I'll see you then. You know where I live, right?"

She nodded.



“You wouldn’t want your mother to know about what you keep in your room, would you, Vanessa?”



She shook her head.

”Good, he said. Then we have an understanding.”



He stood there and watched her for awhile. He couldn’t help but see the tears as they squeezed out between her eyelashes. even though she refused to let him see her cry.



He walked back over to her, bent over and kissed her on the cheek. "You feel sick and ashamed, don’t you? But mostly ashamed. You really lost it there, Vanessa. Most women don’t come that hard, but you were fantastic. It’s not something you find everyday. It’s a real gift and you should be proud of it. You’re quite a woman.”



Vanessa finally broke down. The excitement, the orgasm and shame were just too much for her. I liked it, she sobbed. I loved it! I’m not a woman. I’m a slut!”



Taylor stood up and walked to the door. You’re still young, Vanessa. You still think there’s a difference. There isn’t.”

Vanessa didn’t know what he meant, so she said nothing.



He laughed. "Don't worry about it. You're all that and more, Vanessa. You'll see. You don’t know the half of it yet. You're that and a whole lot more."