The Gray Man Ch. 04 - Liz

As the orgasm started TJ added another finger, and the pressure against her opening increased. She felt something release. Something she wanted that was only slightly out of reach. She tightened her inner muscles around his fingers and as he pushed them inside one more time, her entire body convulsed into a climax. Rocking her body in his arms. He held her up while she lost more than she wanted. Letting him maintain full control while she moaned loudly.

The arrogant smirk returned as she raised her head to the mirror. He grinned as she sagged against him. Supporting her arms on the wall while she tried to keep standing. Bent forward the way she was, she felt his erection pressed against her ass. She knew what was next and she was hoping she could handle it.

With one quick swoop Gray wrapped an arm around Liz's waist, scooped her up and carried her to the bed, depositing her gently in the middle. Laying next to her on his side his right hand dipped again to her pussy. Her juices were running into his hand as her back arched and hips thrust into him

"Look at me Commander, look into my eyes." She shook her head and closed her eyes tight. so with his free hand he twisted her cheeks making her pout in his direction. She could smell and hear her arousal, the splashing sound coming from between her legs was undeniable as his two fingers worked up and down against her tight walls.

Liz fought the next orgasm hard, but Gray's hand was relentless. He was bringing forth something inside of her she didn't know existed. Gray wanted her to squirt, to surrender total control to his hand. Her orgasm started slowly as he increased the pressure and the speed in which his two fingers rocked inside of her. The palm of his hand rubbing her clit at the same time. "Yes that's it, be a good little bitch and cum on my hand, You need to know I am in control of your pleasure. Give me what I demand, slut. now"

Liz's pussy walls tightened against his fingers as her back arched more and more. "Noooo, fuck... no, no, no," she moaned as she tried to toss her head back and forth. "Not like this god dammit," she groaned between clenched teeth

Liz began to thrust wildly,her ass bounced against the mattress. Her pussy convulsed around Gray's fingers as she thrashed and moaned in an orgasm that found her pussy so wet that even his hand began to slip and as she jerked her hips in a disgusting thrusting movement, she ejected his glistening hand along with copious amounts of frothing juice. "No, no. What was that?" she moaned as she blinked her eyes trying to clear the spots from her eyes. The always in control First Officer couldn't think straight and was almost in a daze as her chest heaved trying to pull in enough air to clear her mind.

Before Liz could regain her control TJ had climbed out of bed and rolled her onto her side. What she could feel against her ass earlier was now in her direct line of sight She could now see clearly the huge bulge of his erect cock against his trousers. Fear flooded through her in a new wave. "Unzip me, like a good little whore."

The shock of the words hit her like cold water to the face. Liz moaned, Gray was good, not only taking control of her body but his well timed words of humiliation reminded her that he was the one in control.

She slipped off of the bed and went to her knees as she looked up at him, wide-eyed and pleading, but when she met his eyes they were still cold and did not yield. She reached for his trousers, feeling her pussy spasm as her arm brushed against the enormous bulge. She undid his belt and unzipped his trousers slowly, all the while looking up at him, hoping that he would show some mercy.

"That's a good little slut. I will train you yet." That cocky smirk had returned to Gray's face, his voice dancing with a faint hint of amusement. "Now pull my cock out."

Liz's cheeks burned again with shame. She did as she was told, silently reaching into his underpants until she felt... "Jesus Christ" she whispered as she felt the heat coming from the monster that her fingers closed around. It was like nothing she had ever touched. She could barely get her thumb and fingers to meet around it. The cock felt primal, hot, hard and smooth beneath her fingers, like polished hardwood. She struggled to free Gray's manhood from his slacks, but when she did her jaw literally fell as the monster hung just in front of her nose.

Liz wasn't a virgin by any stretch of the imaLiztion. However at the moment fear began to numb the back of her mind at the same time as anticipation sent a new spurt of wetness between her thighs. For the first time, she began pleading. "Please, I can't... you're too... don't make me. Don't do this!"

Gray tilted his head, "Use your words and I will leave." Liz looked up at him silently, "Here is what I think," he went on, "Are you really that afraid of losing control? No, my bitch, No doesn't work anymore - only your words. You started this and you will finish it. Admit it, you know what you really want."

Liz looked up at him ashamed, looked long into his arrogant green eyes even as she felt something inside of herself rumble. She looked down at his cock, the shocking size of it, the power that it exuded and she seemed to grow hypnotized. Her panic subsided. She felt a stirring deep, low down within the depths of her being.

"Open," it was a simple command and like many orders given to her in the military Liz obeyed. She slowly parted her full lips until her mouth made a small 'O' shape as Gray ran his hand through her hair and let it settle behind the crown of her head. He pulled her slowly towards him and guided the head of his cock between her parted lips.

Liz wrapped her lips around his enormous cock. Gray didn't stop as she had anticipated, instead continuing to force himself further in, inside her throat. Liz could barely believe she could fit this monster inside her mouth, and soon her jaw and the muscles of her throat were working desperately to suppress her gagging and accommodate him. A small trickle of saliva ran from the corner of her mouth down her pretty chin before TJ pulled back.

The relief was momentary, as he immediately forced her head back down on his cock, and soon he was thrusting in and out, fucking her beautiful face. The strong, confident aviator couldn't believe the state she was in, a beautiful, strong woman, kneeling on the floor as this man used her throat like his plaything. The lips she kissed her grandmother goodbye with were wet with saliva, wrapped around this stranger's cock, her own spit running down her pretty face, dripping down between her breasts.

But even more upsetting to her was the way her body was responding to this violation, Gray had been right - as had Big Ray. This is what she needed. As the huge cock slid in and out of her mouth, her body was becoming even more excited. Soon, she could think of nothing else, not even the ache in her jaw. Her pussy was on fire, and she could feel her juices dripping between her legs.

She had never been turned on by sucking cock before. She had done it with other lovers before more because it was expected, but the thought of a woman enjoying it for her own sake was alien to her. Yet the wrongness of what was happening to her, the feeling of those long fingers in her hair, the taste and smell of him, the roughness with which he was treating her, was turning her on like she had never felt.

Her hands were resting on the floor in front of her, between her knees like a dog in a sitting position. She let out a soft moan on the cock in her mouth, barely audible over the wet slopping sounds of Gray's cock fucking her throat. What was happening to her? She wasn't sure if TJ was about to cum, but he pressure was building in waves through her body.

TJ tore his cock from her mouth, "Were you going to cum?" Liz was humiliated by the arrogance in his voice, wanting to meet his gaze she couldn't, she looked down, avoiding his eyes, desperately ashamed. "Look at me." he ordered. Liz couldn't bring herself to look at him. TJ slapped her on the cheek with his thick cock, again raising a new level of humiliation to her face. No man had ever treated her like this.

She looked up into his cocky green eyes. Liz wanted to die of embarrassment and shame, but the stinging in her cheek demanded a response and she whispered to the floor, "Yes."

"As a matter of fact, call me Sir when you answer. Imagine, a Flight Commander calling a simple Master Sergeant, Sir," he taunted her again

She stared up at him, agape. She wasn't going to, he couldn't imagine she would give in to that ridiculous demand.

He simply looked down at her with that irritating smirk, "Little girl, if you want to cum while I fuck your mouth, I will let you." His low voice rumbled through her ears. "But you will have to ask your Master's permission first."

Liz's face burned hotter than before, and her pussy responded by throbbing against her wet hand. Deep down, she felt something inside her was enjoying this humiliating treatment, craved it even. It turned her on. But that very knowledge only amplified her shame. She could not admit that to him. "Okay then, if you do not want to ask, that is fine. You can use your words and I'll leave or we will continue as before. But you will not cum, unless you ask or are ordered."

Liz glanced down at the puddle between her legs, her own spit dripping between her tits and then she looked at the huge cock that still stood inches from her face, glistening with her saliva. She felt the waves of pleasure now subsiding agonizingly within her.

"Please" she whispered, "please let me..." She trailed off.

"Please what, slut? You will have to do better than that."

Liz looked up at him with wide, begging eyes. She couldn't bring herself to say the words but her pussy was burning up, her body needed relief. Her hand shook gently inside her panties, desperate to start rubbing again and provide the pressure she needed. Her lips formed the words even as the rational part of her mind fought them, and was horrified by them. "Please... please Sir. May I cum, while I suck your cock?"

Gray only smiled in response as he shoved that big cock back between her lips. The wet sounds started again as he thrust in and out of Liz's throat, and her body went into overdrive. Her back arched as she moaned with each of his thrusts in her mouth. She could feel the pressure building up inside of her again. She was going to come as this man fucked her mouth, she felt it, it sickened her and yet this turned her on even more, pushing her over the edge. Her body stiffened and she let out a longer, louder moan, that would have been a scream but for the cock still filling her mouth. Her hips bucked involuntarily as the waves of pleasure crashed over her.

Deep in the back of her mind, in the place that ashamed her, she wished Gray would have come then in her mouth too, so that they would come together. She hated herself for the thought. As her orgasm subsided, Gray pulled out of her mouth again, this time thin strands of spittle following him, connecting Liz's lips to his cock like chains.

"You really are a filthy little whore," he taunted

His words stung and Liz opened her lips to protest. "N-no, I..."

Gray smirked, "How can you deny it? You let me use your throat like my toy. It turned you on so much that you had an orgasm.. I watched you come as you sucked my big, cock."

Liz looked down in despair. What he was saying was true, she had no way to deny it. She had gotten off on this man forcing her, pushing her to her knees and using her like his tool, his slut. Was he right, did that make her a whore? Her pussy twitched again.

He chuckled as he rubbed her curly hair, "Don't worry though, my little slut. You're not just any whore. You're my little cock whore."

Ridiculously, these words seemed to raise something within Liz, as if throwing a narrow lifeline within her tormented psyche. She looked up at him, hating him and wanting more at the same time.

Gray lowered his voice. "Do you want me to fuck you?"

Liz hesitated, but her desire was overtaking the logical part of her mind. She nodded slowly.

"First, you must say it. Say you are my filthy little whore. Then I will put this cock inside you and make you feel the things no boyfriend ever could."

Liz closed her eyes. She couldn't believe the audacity of the man standing in front of her. No man had ever treated her like this. She had never been dominated and humiliated the way this man was doing, and most upsetting of all was the way he demanded that she contribute to her own degradation. But it excited her, excited and confused her, because she knew what Gray was saying was at least partly true. And after sucking his giant cock, after cumming on his fingers and then again while just sucking his cock, part of her desperately did want to feel him inside her.

"Please... please fuck me," she whispered, looking up at him

"You can do better than that, Commander," he taunted, Just tell me what you are."

Liz lowered her eyes, "Oh god, please don't make me."

"Tell me what you are, or use your safe word and I will leave. It makes no difference to me; I have other whores."

There it was, her opportunity. She didn't even need to run, or to fight him, he again reminded her of her way out. Her rational mind yelled to take it, but it was as if she was trapped behind a glass window, no longer in control of her body. Instead, she found the words she needed, "Oh god, I'm... I'm your cock whore." Her voice was dry and cracked, barely even a whisper. She couldn't believe the words were coming out of her mouth.

"Not good enough". Gray was merciless. He wanted Liz's full acknowledgement of her own disgrace.

"I'm your whore. Your filthy little whore. Please fuck me." Liz was begging now, pleading from her knees.

Gray reached down under her armpits and lifted her up standing with remarkable strength. He kissed her roughly and deeply on the mouth, turning her on even more. "Good girl, that wasn't so hard was it?"

He twisted her around her and grabbed her hip with one hand from behind, as he had when they were dancing. This time though, she felt his other firm palm between her shoulder blades, pushing her upper body forwards and downwards until she leant over the bed. She was horizontal now, her ass in the air pointing up at him and to her humiliation she arched her back involuntarily, offering herself to him.

That cocky smirk returned as he laughed low at her body's unrequested movement. Her amazingly perfect round ass, product of all those gym hours, was staring up at him, naked and exposed. TJ chuckled again. "Look at what we have here. I knew you were wet, whore, but I had no idea."

Liz squirmed with embarrassment at his words, as she could feel her wetness against the inside of her thighs and knew again that part of the humiliation came from their undeniable truth. She wished he would touch her, rub her, fuck her, something. But he seemed intent on feasting his eyes on her first, bent over and open for him like the whore he kept calling her. That she had called herself.

"Your juices are running down your legs, little girl. It's like a river back here." She cringed at this; 'little girl' sounded worse to her ears even than 'whore' - it made her feel helpless and perverse. She concentrated and could indeed feel small droplets trickling down the inside of her bare thighs. Gray reached down and touched her naked flesh, letting a single bead of wetness roll over his finger, then picked it up and placed it into her mouth. She sucked on it wantonly, tasting her own pussy.

"Reach back and open for my cock whore." Liz squirmed again but did as he bid her, reaching a hand between her legs, spreading her cheeks leaving her in the face down ass up position of submission."Beg," he commanded."

She knew what he meant. This time, it came easier. "Please Sir. I'm your whore. Please fuck me. Please use me."

Gray smiled as he looked down at this beautiful woman. So in control and confident outside of his presence, driving Big Ray to his needs, commanding an air wing yet here she was, her face covered in drool, her long legs bent at the knees and her tight round ass sticking up at him as she laid on the bed calling herself his whore and begging him to fuck her. He loved the power he had over her, but even he was slightly surprised at how easily she had submitted to him.

He guided his cock between Liz's spread labia and she gasped as she felt him gently push at her entrance. He was going slowly and she was soaking wet, but still it felt like his cock would split her open. She felt an overwhelming sensation, a mixture of pleasure and pain that overtook every thought, every other feeling, as he pushed his way inside, inch by inch, her pussy stretched against the girth of her intruder.

She tried to relax her muscles, to give her insides every chance to accommodate a cock so much larger than any she had taken before. She moaned unashamedly for the first time as Gray slipped further inside her, reaching deeper than she had ever felt, her every thought overcome by the feeling of delicious fullness mixed with the pain of her stretched pussy.

His cock was only about halfway in when both of them felt it touch the end of her canal, the entrance to her cervix. Liz gave a little jump that sent a burst of the pleasure-pain mix rolling through her. Gray pulled slowly back, smiling at the beautiful contrast of Liz's translucent white juices covering half the length of his cock. Then, when only the head was left inside her, he began pushing slowly back in.

Liz moved the hand that held her pussy open and placed both hands on the sink in front of her. She was in rapture. The slow fucking was from necessity but it made it seem that she could feel every bump, every vein and skin imperfection of his mammoth cock as it slid along the stretched walls of her insides. As Gray sped up his thrusts, the pain began to subside and the waves of pleasure began to build inside Liz. That wonderful full feeling grew warmly, and the end of each thrust sent a wave of joy like a tiny starburst behind her eyes.

She realized suddenly that she was moaning with every thrust, louder than she ever did. How long had she been doing that? She was never loud in bed, never, but it didn't matter, all that mattered was that full feeling, that beautiful warmth spreading to her fingers and toes, all that mattered was that he didn't stop... don't stop... "Don't stop, please..."

Gray looked down at her, almost incredulous at the ease of the control he had over her. Was this beautiful Royal Air Force officer woman really begging him not to stop? He watched the way her pussy clung to his cock on each back-thrust, the way her body was shaking now, her gasps and moans becoming shorter, quicker.

Liz felt the orgasm building. The rational part of her mind behind the glass screamed in horror and humiliation; she couldn't give in to him again.But that part of her was tiny washed away, stuffed deep down within her, all that mattered in this moment was every nerve ending in her body firing, every inch of her skin on fire, that wonderful warmth flooding her mind with the pleasure that only this cock could bring her. The orgasm hit hard. Liz began shaking violently and cried out. Her long legs shook so much that Gray had to be careful his cock did not slip from her as he pounded, faster now, harder and harder.

Liz couldn't breathe, she was screaming as her body shook and writhed. She was cumming, cumming for her rapist and somehow that thought made the whole act more erotic as her pussy squeezed and clenched and stretched against his giant dick.

As her orgasm subsided, Liz's conscience seemed to move cautiously to the forefront of her mind again, even as Gray continued his pounding. What had she done? He had broken her resistance. Instead of fighting him she had given into his demands, gone along with it, even been turned on by it. She had called herself his whore. Tears began to well up in the corners of her eyes for the first time and her moans were punctuated now with small, pathetic sobs.