“I know,” Mia replied easily. She reached into a skirt pocket and pulled out a cell phone. She raised it to her ear. “Yes? I know. I’m sorry, I just had some indigestion. I’ll be out in another minute. Yes, I’m fine. I will. Bye.” Stan was amazed at how calm her voice was when she spoke. But as soon as she turned the phone off and put it back in her skirt pocket, she began sobbing lightly, her body trembling in fear as tears spattered the porcelain tank again.
The moistness which greeted his prick at the opening to her love hole seemed to invite Stan to take whatever he wanted. Still holding tightly onto Mia’s hips, Stan sank his shaft deep inside her now, in one full thrust–the gasp which shot out of Mia’s mouth at being filled so forcefully and all at once making his cock throb even hotter within her! Mia’s fingers wrapped so tightly around the edges of the tank that they seemed to become part of it, as Stan finally found the perfect realization of what he had fantasized about for so long. Mia’s pussy was even tighter than he ever thought it could be, and the power with which it unwillingly clamped around his cock almost made him cum instantly…but he managed to hold off, as he began thrusting inside her, slowly at first, but harder and faster, unintentionally rushing to get done, fearful that her all-male bandmates might ask some other woman to come in and check on her.
Mia began moaning lightly from the shock of his entry inside her, and then losing control of herself as her pussy began giving in to the pleasure of being filled–not knowing or caring that it was being taken forcefully, as the nerve endings of her slippery canal only admitted that they were performing as they were designed to. Stan grabbed Mia’s ponytail, wrapping it tightly around one hand, and jerked her head back. “Bite your lip if you have to, but I don’t want to hear you screaming when I cum inside you, you got it?”
Mia nodded as best she could, which wasn’t very well at all; Stan had an iron grip on her ponytail, and was watching closely as she bit down on her full, lower lip in order to contain her automatic moans of passion. Stan had fantasized for months of hearing her call out his name, or call him tousan as they orgasmed together, and he HATED telling her not to say anything…but he couldn’t risk anyone hearing and coming to her rescue.
As he held onto Mia’s hair and penetrated deep inside her tight, warm pussy, riding her like a prize stallion, Stan realized her pussy was becoming wetter with each thrust. He didn’t know if it was simply an automatic response to having his hard cock inside her, or if this was somehow turning her on. He came to doubt the latter, as tears still ran from Mia’s face, now dabbling her black tube-top as he forcefully arched her back toward him so his dick could reach deeper inside her. He let go of her waist and reached up with his free hand to roughly pull down her top, her proud and perky baby-breasts bobbing free, in the process betraying how erect her dime-sized nipples were. He reached around with his free hand, alternating between which tit he would grab and fondle, playing with her little dimes, trying to see if she was enjoying this at all. Mia had closed her eyes, and some blood began dripping from her lip where she was biting down so fiercely in order to keep true to her new master’s command to be silent.
Stan freed her ponytail, and Mia bowed her head, trying not to let the soft, whimpering moans slip out from between her lips as her rapist moved his cock inside her, massaging every inch of her sweet inner walls. Stan now grabbed both breasts in his hands and bent his body over hers, weighing her down so that her chin rested against the porcelain tank as he pumped his cock in a slower, rhythmic pace inside her…he was aware she was overdue on stage, but he didn’t care anymore, even if he got caught; this pussy was just too good to let go of so soon!
“I want you to call me ‘tousan’. I want to hear you call me daddy,” he whispered into her ear. For reasons which neither could explain, Stan eased his thrusts for a moment, and there was a slight pause. He was surprised, but said nothing as Mia turned her head slightly, catching sight of his face out of the corner of her tearful eye. The moment seemed to stretch out forever, but then she turned her head back again, facing the wall.
“Papa,” she said quietly.
Stan’s cock throbbed hard within her as she met him on her own terms, and he could feel himself ready to blow a load inside her as he began shafting her pussy again, building up to a furious frenzy of fucking as she kept calling him “papa” and her breath came in short, sharp breaths with each thrust of his engorged member. He reached down, flipping her pleated skirt over her waist and began spanking her perfectly round Asian cheeks as she more loudly replied “Papa!” every time his hand connected to her ass. He could feel her pussy getting wetter, the welcoming moistness making it easier to slip in deeper, his breath hot in her ear as he whispered what a hot little fuck she was, her soft moans of “papa” gratefully answering his compliments. Finally, he felt his balls tighten and he released a torrent of hot steaming jism deep into her Japanese pussy, filling it so completely that he thought he might actually empty his sack into her for all time!
Stan collapsed on top of her, his sweat-soaked face pressed against hers. Mia was sobbing lightly. With a light gulp in his throat as he became aware of the time once more, he quickly pulled out of her, some of his cum dripping onto her leg and boots. Although Mia was spent from the ordeal, she tried weakly to push herself up from the tank. Stan grabbed her by the waist and flipped her over, her ass cheeks smacking the seat cover, making her cry out in pain. She looked up at him towering over her, wondering what he would do now that she saw his face in full. She closed her eyes, fearful, a small whimper slipping between her lips.
Stan moved forward, grabbing her mouth and opening it forcefully, plunging his cock inside it until the tip of his head first brushed the back of Mia’s throat, then slid partway down it. Her eyes went wide as she gagged around its thickness, but Stan grabbed her ponytail roughly once more. “Hurry up. You have some wifely duties to perform right quick, before I let you go play with your friends.” Even he was surprised at the harshness of his voice, not sure any longer whether he was doing it just to convince Mia to get him off once more, or if he was slipping into the role of rapist a little too well. Whatever the case, Mia wrapped both of her small hands around his cock, and began sucking him off obediently, the remnants of her master’s cum mixed with her juices slowly leaking out from underneath her pleated skirt. Her eyes went wide briefly, as she felt Stan’s cock grow stiffer in her mouth, but then she closed them once more, slurping on his prick as her cell phone rang in her pocket again, this time going unanswered.