The Man Who Ruined Her Pussy.

Chapter 6.

Isadora’s back arched off the bed, her stomach churning as his cock slammed deeper into her pussy.

“Arghhhh!! God!!! Yes!!!” Her eyes rolled backward, pussy wrapping tightly around his cock while she trembled violently from the pleasure of being fucked rightly.

“Damn!” Alessio gritted, nails digging deeper into her hip while he fucked her pussy harder, throwing his head backward from greater pleasure.

“Oh… god… yes!!! I am…” Her body trembled, toes curling as he rammed himself deeper into her pussy which was now splashing around with juice.

“I am going to cum! I am going to cum…” Isadora cried, tears rolling past her cheeks in pleasure.

Alessio’s pace fastened, his cock slapping deeper into her wet pussy.

“Cum for me,” he groaned, voice heavy and breathless.

As though his words were everything she had been waiting for, her body tensed, orgasm crashing into her like a tidal wave.

“Arghhhhhh…” She screamed, unable to control her body which was now thrashing back and forth.

Alessio’s grip on her hips tightened, the other hand holding onto her neck, choking and gutting her while she came pleasurably on his cock.

His muscles tightened at the pleasure of her clamping pussy sucking the breath out of his lungs.

“Fuck!” Alessio groaned.

She was so tight and so sweet. His veins stretched, balls twitching pleasurably as he felt the arrival of his own orgasm.

Alessio’s lips parted, trembling violently while his eyes rolled backward.

“Arghhh!! Urghhh!!! Damn!!!! Yes!!!” His pace fastened, veins twitching at the side of his temple as he rolled his cock deeper into her sweetness.

“I am cumming!” He groaned, thrusting his cock deeper while his body jerked back and forth, the scent of their sex filling the air like scent and musk.

*

The morning sun slipped into the room, resting gently on Isadora’s cheeks.

Isadora stretched, grimacing as a sharp throbbing pain hit her head.

Her lashes fluttered, eyes opening gently and taking in the view of an unfamiliar ceiling.

Isadora blinked back gently, the image of Manson suddenly flashing across her gaze. Her body stilled and she looked around, scared as the image of Manson chasing after her slipped into her mind.

“Stop!” She yelled, jolting out of her last trace of subconsciousness.

Her eyes darted across the room, fearfully searching around until a realization dawned on her.

She was not in her room, neither was she in the restroom where Manson had tried to sexually assault her.

Where was she? She asked herself, only to suddenly find a man lying beside her.

“Oh my God.” Isadora flinched, her hands covering her mouth while she trembled in fear.

She sat still, staring at the man, then back at herself.

She was naked? The picture played before her as she stared down at the duvet. And she was sore?

Tears formed at the back of her eye and she looked back at the man.

The last thing she had remembered was kicking Manson hard and running off for protection. How did she end up with this man? How?

Tears filled her eyes, then she looked back at her naked self.

Her pussy was sore and it was clear that something had happened between her and the man.

Momentarily, Isadora sat still trying to wrap her thoughts around everything… in the quiet of the moment, she suddenly remembered that in her quest to run from Manson, she had barged into this man in a VIP spot and… her eyes widened as everything that happened began to play in her mind.

Without waiting to gather every memory, Isadora got out of the bed, scrambling to gather all her clothes from the floor.

She couldn’t wait for him to wake up, neither did she want him to wake up to her.

Everything that happened last night was her fault. She had trusted Manson too much and it was really clear that the man was waiting for someone. She should have pulled away, but her body was too weak to even leave.

Her hand trembled as she threw on her clothes, quietly carrying out the actions in order not to wake him.

She was a victim of unforeseen circumstances and right now she didn’t want to remember how shamefully sweet she had moaned to him fucking her pussy, neither did she want to remember how he had fucked her pussy good or even remember what the day felt like.

The door to the suite opened and Isadora squirmed away, her pussy tingling from the reminder of how he had stretched her.

*

The street in Mexico was calm yet bustling in ways that still didn’t come with the peace it often held.

Isadora sat on the bench by a bus stop, contemplating where to go next.

A soft exhale slipped past her lips as she ran her nails through her hair, slightly regretting her actions.

Perhaps she shouldn’t have run away, perhaps she should have waited for the man to pay her like the call girl he thought she was. Maybe that would have helped her get a roof over her head, but shame didn’t let her.

Tears formed on Isadora’s lid as she sat still. She had gone round every open store, asking if they needed assistance, but none of them seemed to want her there.

Her lashes fluttered and she blinked back the tears in her eyes while staring down at her phone.

Her best friend who she was supposed to go out with had been calling her, but she couldn’t afford the luxury of the date, neither could she afford to be a burden.

Mitchell, Isadora’s best friend, isn’t just wealthy, she is the type of friend that shared responsibility regardless. For a year now, she has constantly helped Isadora and to a large extent, she has helped in providing money for Isadora’s brother’s treatment.

Now picking the call would make Isadora feel like a leech, but she had no option… no other option but to pick.

“Where are you!!!!!!” Mitchell’s semi-angry voice came in as she screamed into the phone.

Isadora blinked back gently.

“I… I am at home.”

A sudden pause occurred in the line and Mitchell looked around.

“Home? Do you have a new home now? I am in your house and can’t find you.”

The tears that hung on Isadora’s lids rolled, gentle sob rising against her throat.

Silence fell over the phone, Isadora’s breath rising and falling as she tried to control the tears that wouldn’t stop rolling.

“Where are you?” Mitchell asked again, her voice softer now.

“The landlady sent me packing,” Isadora whispered, her voice breaking slightly.

“I know about that, Isla. Where are you so that I can come pick you up?”

Isadora looked around briefly, calling out the address. She didn’t want to. She didn’t want to be a burden to her friend again, but this time she had no other option.

“Good. Just stay right there. I will come pick you up in 10 minutes. Understood?”

Isadora nodded her head gently, feeling pathetic about how often she fell into despair.

*

“You mean what?” Mitchell screamed at the top of her voice as her sports car rolled into the all-black exquisite mansion.

Isadora leaned back into the soft chair, suckling on her emotions.

“How could Manson do that?” Mitchell asked again, the news stabbing at her like claws.

“I don’t know… I don’t know what happened to him, but he drugged me. He drugged me and suddenly wanted to force himself on me.”

Mitchell’s grip on the steering tightened, her blood boiling in anger. “I never thought Manson would be that kind of person, but tell me. How were you able to escape?”

Isadora blinked back gently, the question suddenly reminding her of the mysterious man and how he had fucked her pussy good.

Her very shameless pussy dripped into her pants at the thought of him.

God! She didn’t want to think about it, but it was so hard because not only was her cunt pulsing for more, her nipples were slowly growing firmer beneath her clothes.

“I…” Isadora blinked back, contemplating whether to add the part where she had fallen into an unknown man’s arms.

Mitchell was her closest friend and the wildest between them, so it was okay to tell her, but something tugged against her throat… like a warning not to spill.

“I kicked him and ran off,” she said before Mitchell could ask again.

The air in the car stilled for a brief second, then Mitchell glanced at Isadora feeling sympathetic.

“I am sorry you had to go through all of that. You didn’t have to be in that situation,” she whispered with concern, and Isadora nodded gently, her eyes sweeping across the mansion.

“Mitchell,” Isadora called softly as Mitchell’s car pulled to a halt. “Yes?”

“This house… it’s beautiful.” She pointed, looking at the house which was dressed in black and luxury.

“Thanks to my father. He gets to build a house bigger than the ordinary.”

Isadora felt a bit uneasy and looked around again. She had heard a lot about Mitchell’s father, from Mitchell and a lot of people who had the grace to share the same room with him.

They say he is a demigod… 6’5, sculptured body, callused arms, and a jaw so sharp it could cut through items like a knife.

“Are you sure about this?” Isadora asked Mitchell, feeling scared.

“I am certain. We are only staying here until my house is completed, and besides… my father is too people-blind to notice you. He might probably not know you exist, even if you stay forever. He does that to me, his daughter. You won’t be an exception. Plus… he spends more time in his penthouse.”

Isadora nodded slowly as Mitchell spoke, noticing that Mitchell was back to her regular habit of explaining too much.

“Thank you,” she said, grabbing her bag from the car trunk.

“You shouldn’t be thanking me, Isla. You are my best friend.”

With that, Mitchell grabbed one of Isadora’s bags and they walked their way in.

*

One hour in Mitchell’s house and Isadora felt she was home… because home was anywhere that consisted of her brother and best friend.

Mitchell had given her a room, one bigger than the entire house she used to live in.

Now, they were back in the living room.

“Oh my goodness!!!!” Isadora sighed, slumping into the chair. “Your house is so big.” She exhaled again, tired because Mitchell had insisted on showing her the house.

“Your house is so huge,” Isadora said again as Mitchell sat beside her.

“One reason my father wouldn’t see you,” she said again, hoping that would ease Isadora’s fear because she had been so scared of living with a man as grumpy as him.

For a brief second, she felt relief… but relief doesn’t last long because they heard the sound of approaching steps.

“How is that?” Isadora asked fearfully, looking around, then back at Mitchell.

“Could be him. My father is too grumpy. He has no housekeeper in this huge house, just some men who perch behind him like life.”

Isadora’s heart was already racing but she tried to smile.

While Mitchell was treating everything as a joke, she was a second away from dying by anxiety.

Everyone said he was wicked, even Mitchell said he was mean. What if the sight of her repulsed him and he threw her out of his house?

That would have been better than what Isadora was seeing right now, wasn’t it?

Mr. Bianchi just walked into the living room, ready to take the stairs when Mitchell suddenly said…

“Hey Dad, you came back early today.”

His steps halted and Isadora wished he hadn’t, because from the side of his face, she had not just seen that his jaw was razor sharp but that he looked like…

“Had nothing to do,” he said, his cold voice sending shivers across the already shivering Isadora’s mind.

“Meet my friend…” Mitchell said as her father made to take the stairs and Isadora’s heart jumped.

He had not seen her before, and she really wished that he hadn’t, but now Mitchell had called his attention to her and he had just given one reckless glance that came with an eye roll.

But that reckless glance didn’t stop as a glance, because his eyes dropped on her body… and the moment their gaze met, Isadora knew that she was dead.

Not just because he could take her soul away… but because… it was him.

The man at the VIP spot.

The one who had spread her legs wide, rolled his fingers into her pussy, then fucked her hard and fast… was standing before her, not just as her nemesis, but as her best friend’s father.