Date: Tue, 29 Dec 2020 19:15:34 -0700 From: Ocelot Subject: Dawn Grows Up Chapter 11 Hello and welcome to the next chapter! So glad you're here. If you're not supposed to be here because you're too young, or this kind of story (sex between an adult and minors) offends you, leave. If you stay, relax, get naked, and enjoy! I grant Nifty a license to display this story on their servers. It is not to be displayed elsewhere. Nifty needs all the help it can get to keep hosting these wonderful stories. Give `til it hurts! This story is dedicated to a certain naughty Jedi. I have enjoyed creating this story with you. TRIGGER WARNING!!!! This chapter has a scene of rape in it. If this will trigger you, and/or you want to skip this chapter, that's fine. There will be a brief summation of this chapter in the next one so you'll be brought up to speed. "Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck!" I cried out as my orgasm crashed over me. I buried my cock deep inside Amber one last time, she cried out in pleasure, and she lay next to Dawn, their heads hanging off the bed. I took my cock, and began cumming, covering their faces with my hot creamy load. After I was done shooting, Dawn wrapped a tanned and soft hand around my shaft, milking the last few drops into her mouth. She turned and kissed Amber, rubbing their faces together, smearing my cum all over their lips and chins. I stepped back, letting the cameras get a good look before ending the recording. I lay down in the bed, pulling my girlfriends to my sides, and wrapping an arm around them. Dawn kissed me. Amber kissed me. I tasted my cum in their kisses. Amber's eyes bugged out wide when she placed her head on my chest and saw the clock on the wall. She sat bolt upright as if she had been shocked and got out of bed. "Damn, that's the time? This took longer than we planned. My mom will be here in a few minutes!" That sent all of us into a panic. I got dressed with just pants and a t-shirt. Dawn grabbed her shirt and shorts. Amber bent and began tying her shoes. Since I was done dressing, not needing socks or shoes, I bent and tied the other shoe. Amber nodded her thanks, and grabbed her backpack from the corner of the room. We were just in time. The doorbell sounded, and I opened it. "Hel-Amber? Dawn? Why are you sweating and out of breath?" Amber's mom asked. "Dawn and I actually were practicing some tumbling exercises outside." Amber said, lying to her mother and sounding truthful. "That's nice," her mother said in that dismissive way mothers sometimes have. Amber hugged Dawn goodbye, and promised to text when she was back home. I shut the door, and leaned against it. Dawn embraced me. First one, and then my other arm wrapped around her slender and slim frame. "Fuck, that was close." Dawn said as she leaned her head on me. "Fuck, that was some good fucking," I responded. "Want to watch the film?" Dawn asked. "No, I'm tired. I just want to veg on the couch before working some more." I fell, rather than sat on the couch, drained after spending a few hours fucking Dawn and Amber. I'd cum inside Amber three times, and inside Dawn twice. Dawn took the remote, and began flicking through the channels. I leaned my head back, and closed my eyes, thinking of the events that had happened over the past 16 months. Dawn and I made our first film together, and uploaded it to a certain website that hosted videos of adults and minors. We became an overnight sensation, generating over ten thousand followers in a week. We released our second film, and got more fans. I created a website, and added chat rooms, message boards, and recently, a private section. There was a monthly fee to access them, but the private section was extra. In it, you could see a live webcam of Amber, Dawn, and me having sex and cuddling at certain times. We'd take some requests that viewers sent, and tips would be sent to us. We'd done quite well for ourselves. I had moved to a much larger house overlooking the ocean, and the way the cliff had been formed, had my own private beach hidden from view by neighbors. We'd made a few films of fucking on the beach and swimming naked. Dawn and Amber had made films of them in bikinis and fingering each other while bobbing gently in the water. I was able to buy a small warehouse and outfit it with beds, cameras, lights, and we had a dedicated room for our costumes, masks, body paint, and makeup. Since both girls were on the pill, I came inside them as often as I came on them. Tonight's film had been a request by a member of the private area. She had wanted a film in the old school set where we'd made our first film. She had offered ten thousand dollars, and had given us a deposit of five. The three of us had been willing to make it happen. This time, instead of yelling at Dawn for swimming in my pool when I wasn't there, I had yelled at Dawn and Amber both. The client was bisexual, so she wanted plenty of action, and we gave it to her. I'd shot my cum deep inside both girls, and we ended with the facial because it was our signature finish. Who doesn't like two girls with cum on their faces, kissing and rubbing the jizz on each other? We had a much better camera setup. Big high quality monitors hung up and out of the camera frame, so as we fucked, we could look, and make sure we were centered right and the zoom level was good. The cameras were connected to a remote control, and we could control the zoom while we fucked. Since we now had eight different cameras, there was always a camera that didn't catch us with the remote. "Ooh, look what's on TV," Dawn said, giving me a gentle shake out of my reverie. I opened my eyes, and saw the movie playing on some random channel. "Daredevil? Are you serious?" I asked. Dawn loved the "Daredevil" movie that had Ben Affleck. She could quote most of the movie verbatim. I'd suffered through numerous viewings of it with her, and closed my eyes again. Dawn snuggled against me, and I draped my arm over her. Sure, I'd seen the movie multiple times with her, and was tired of seeing it, but I loved Dawn so I could enjoy her warmth against my body while she enjoyed another viewing. I actually fell asleep, and Dawn woke me up when the movie was over. I stood, stretched, and stumbled to bed, shedding my clothes as I went, leaving a trail. Dawn also got naked, and she crawled into bed with me. I held her close, and she took my flaccid shaft in her soft hand, and put her head on my chest like she always did and we slept. The next day, I got up early, and made sure Dawn was covered with the covers, and made myself some coffee. I sat at the computer and began editing the film together while I sipped and wakefulness crept in. Dawn came in when I was nearly done, and curled up on my lap, and dozed while I finished. Soon, the DVD burner was copying the film, and when the label was printed on, Dawn got an empty case while I printed out a custom cover. When the DVD was properly assembled, I addressed a padded box, and placed our PO Box as the return address. Dawn put it in the Out box on the desk, and since the post office wasn't open yet, we'd head there later. "We've got time for breakfast before the post office opens. Then I need to go to the store." "Can we eat at The Diner?" Dawn asked, an eager look on her face. "Sure thing!" I smiled. Soon, we were dressed, and with the DVD under the front seat, we drove to The Diner, and went in for breakfast. Simply named, it had simple food. Nothing fancy like quiche, but it specialized in pancakes, waffles, eggs, sausages, and hash browns. Just your basic breakfast needs. Since we sat in a booth in the corner, Dawn and I rubbed each other's legs under the table. We did this, keeping our eyes on the other diners, and stopped when our food arrived. We dug in, and the only good thing we had was orange juice. The food had plenty of cholesterol, but my god, it was always good. We headed to the post office afterwards, and after confirming the box had nothing illegal, dangerous, or perishable, we got insurance, a tracking number, and a promised delivery date. Sitting in passenger seat, Dawn used her phone to send an email confirming the film had been shipped, and provided the tracking number. I took Dawn to her house. Her parents would be home later, and Dawn wanted to shower and make sure the house looked presentable before they came back. I slowly drove down the street, checking out my old house which was next to Dawn's. I thought of her in her snug orange swimsuit before we had sex for the first time. It made me smile. When I got home, the mail had been delivered. Flipping through it, I found bills, junk mail, and a letter addressed to me on thick high quality paper. Tossing everything else aside, I carried the mysterious letter to the couch. I flipped on the television, and sat down. The return address wasn't familiar to me. Shrugging, I opened and read it. "What the hell?" I asked out loud after reading it. Rereading it to make sure I wasn't seeing things, I smiled. I'd been invited to a very exclusive seminar on stocks that would be held in New York City. Only people who had been in the business for a long time, and had great success were invited. It would be a chance to rub elbows with greats in the stock world, trade market tips, and hear from those who were successful enough that they retired and lived the good life. All expenses were taken care of. They provided a first class plane ticket, a luxury car to take me where I needed to go, and a nice suite in a big hotel. I looked at the dates, and my heart sunk. I wouldn't be able to take Dawn or Amber. I had thought it would be nice to film us having sex in a fancy hotel suite, but I guess that wouldn't happen this time. I went online, confirmed my reservation, and began sorting through our fan mail. There was quite a few letters. Some were for me, proclaiming jealousy because I got to fuck two beautiful teenage girls, and they didn't. Others said they loved my thick uncut seven inch cock. Letters for Dawn and Amber were along the lines of how beautiful they were, and how they wanted to fill them with cum. I enjoyed reading the mail. We all shared our mail with each other. There were no secrets with each other. I kept an eye on the stock market while I sorted through the messages. The day finally came when I was to leave for the seminar. A taxi pulled up to take me to the airport, and while the driver took my luggage to the car, I kissed Dawn and Amber goodbye. I nuzzled their necks while I hugged them and whispered my love into their ears. As we pulled away, I waved to them as they looked forlornly at me from the window. They'd stay home and watch the house while I was gone. I faced forward, feeling sad. We'd spent nights apart before, but we'd never been so far apart before. Dawn and Amber had each other to snuggle with at night, but I had nobody. Sure, there were the hotel pillows, but they weren't a good substitute for the warmth of my beautiful girlfriends. The line for first class check in was significantly shorter than the others. I was happy as I got in line, folder containing my travel information clutched in my hand. We moved along at a good pace, and soon, it was my turn to come to the counter. I set my folder on the counter, my bags on the scale, and pulled out my wallet to get my license. I hadn't opened it yet before I was stopped. "I'm sorry sir, but you're in the wrong line." "What?" I was pretty sure this was for the first class. "You're not a first class passenger." She swiveled her screen towards me. It was flashing red, and a message blinked that I indeed wasn't a first class passenger. "Any chance of an upgrade?" I really didn't want to sit next to Granny Clampett with the rotten oyster breath on one side, and young mama with the screaming baby on the other side. "I'm sorry, the flight is full. All flights to your destination are full." She shrugged, smiled, and chewed her gum. Scowling, I went to the end of the long line that snaked through the barricades and down to near the front doors. By the time I got to the counter, I only had a half hour to get through security and to my gate. I didn't even bother checking my seat assignment. I crammed my ticket into the folder, and dashed for security. I grabbed some bins, and began getting ready. Shoes in one bin. Laptop in another bin. Carry-on bag in a third so the straps wouldn't get caught on anything. Keys, wallet and phone went into the bin along with the carry on. I stood in the body scanner, and raised my hands as directed. The machine wooshed, and I was cleared to leave. Waiting for my items, I kept looking at the clock on the wall. "Sir," a TSA agent asked, "Is this yours?" In their hands was the bin with my carry-on bag. Wondering how much of a delay this would be, I nodded. Other passengers came and went while my bag went through the X-ray scanner again, and then was wiped down to check for explosive residue. Finally, my bag was released, and I checked the departure board for my gate and began running. I skidded to a halt at the counter while the announcement was being made for final boarding. "I'm here," I said, panting and handing over my ticket. "You're very nearly too late. We're about the close the doors." I went down the ramp and entered the plane, and then I looked at my ticket. I passed the first class passengers, each with a pre-flight drink in front of them. It should have been me. Eyeing the numbered rows, I kept going. Front of the plane, middle, and near the back. Finally, I found my assigned seat. Very last row. Against the wall. No window. No room to recline since it was up against the bathroom. I squeezed past my seatmates and stuffed my bag under the seat in front of me. Before I could fasten my seatbelt, I knew it wasn't going to be a fun flight. Someone who was five foot five might be comfortable, but I wasn't five five. I stood over six feet tall, and was hunched over. My mad dash through the airport hadn't allowed me to stop and get an overpriced bottle of water. We were served a snack and a bottle which held about enough water to fill a shot glass. Once, I attempted to go to the cramped bathroom, but my seatmates kicked up such a fuss that I stopped. Hands clasped between my aching knees, I glared at the back of the seat in front of me, and waited for landing. Finally, we began our descent, and my bladder was insisting a bathroom break was needed. When you're at the back of the plane, and also need the bathroom, the wait to deplane seems twice as long. Everyone was moving slowly, grabbing their bags from the overhead compartments, and stretching before shuffling up the aisle. My bladder was singing as I made my way to the bathroom. I finally felt relief. I headed to the designated luggage carousel and waited for it to spin up. When the luggage began to come out, I kept an eye on every piece that came out. My annoyance at the trip so far grew to frustration when the luggage stopped coming, and my bag wasn't there. I circled the conveyor belt, making sure to double check every leftover bag. I had no success. Sighing, I headed for the airline's luggage office. I waited in line behind two other people who also had misplaced bags. Rubbing my temples, I wished for a cold glass of water. Or maybe some scotch. I didn't drink often, but I was feeling like some alcohol was in order. Finally, it was my turn. "Hi," I said, trying to be as civil as possible. "I was just in on flight 1864, and my bag didn't arrive." "I'm sorry about that, let me get your information, and we'll track it down." So, I gave my information. Name. Address. Phone number. Description of the luggage. Flight origin and destination. I was given the form, and signed it, and received a canary yellow copy. When I left the office, I saw a small newsstand across from the ticket counters. They had a cooler with bottles of water. Licking my parched lips, I began heading over, but before I had taken half a dozen steps, a manager appeared and pulled the shutters closed. It wasn't until then that I remembered a driver would be made available to me. I searched the entire area, but didn't find anyone who looked to be waiting for me. I hadn't seen my name on a placard when I exited security, so I didn't know who I was looking for. My phone rang. It was Amber calling. "Heyyy Weston!" her voice was bright and cheery, and it made me miss her terribly. "Hey Amber," I sighed, looking for the taxi stand. "What's wrong? You don't sound like things are good." In the background, I could hear a movie playing. Just from the few sounds I heard, I knew they were watching the Ben Affleck "Daredevil" movie. Dawn loved it. I had seen it enough times that I was sick of it. Just the thought of that flaming car crash of a movie made me squeeze the handle of my carry-on bag. "They're not. The airline lost my luggage, there's no driver waiting for me, I'm parched and a headache is forming." "Poor baby," Amber cooed. "You should have stayed here. Dawn is eating me out." Amber moaned in pleasure as Dawn clearly hit a sensitive spot with her tongue. "I'd give anything to be plowing Dawn while she does that," I said quietly. I considered buying a ticket back home, but the thought of another cramped flight made me cringe. Spying the taxi stand, I flopped into the backseat. I gave the address of the hotel, and watched the meter tick upwards as the car wove through traffic. There was a line of cars leading to the doors of the hotel, so naturally, there was a line at the desk. The women in front of me apparently were all named Karen. They each had a fit about one thing or another. "Hey," I said when it was my turn, too drained to be chipper. "Checking in, Kife." I handed over my license. "I see your reservation here sir," the clerk said, tapping on the keyboard. "One queen bed, checki-" "Sorry, Queen? I'm supposed to have a suite." I showed the travel details. "Yes sir, but you've been reserved a single queen by the seminar." "Any chance of an upgrade?" I nudged a fifty dollar bill away from me as I asked this. "Sorry, we're booked full. All the big hotels are. There are no less than five seminars or conferences in town." The fifty was nudged back towards me. "But I can send up a bottle of wine for the miscommunication." "Yeah, thanks." I signed, and when a bellhop appeared to take my bag, I shook my head and gave him a baby brick. I apologized and said thanks, but no. Company was something I didn't want at the moment. I found my room, sat my bag on the shelf in the closet, and sat on the bed. Putting my face in my hands, I sighed. This supposedly great trip was off to a terrible start. My face was still in my hands when there was a knock on my door. It was the wine. "Yeah, thanks," I mumbled, handing over a ten dollar bill, and accepting the bottle of red wine. I turned on the TV, sat on the bed, and peered into the red liquid as if it could tell me my future. I found a mindless sitcom, and turned the volume down low. Kicking my shoes into a corner, I took my clothes off and dropped them on the floor. Hearing the gasp of wine snobs everywhere, I opened the wine bottle, chugged half of it, belched, and then gulped the rest down. I had an empty stomach. The alcohol hit me fast, and soon I was asleep. From somewhere far away, there was a persistent buzzing sound. It irritated me. I wished for peace and quiet. This buzzing was more annoying than a cracked phone screen. For what seemed like ages, I hauled myself out of my deep sleep and opened one eye. My phone was lighting up. It was time to get up, shower, and get to the seminar. With an arm that felt like lead, I silenced the phone. Snapping awake a half hour later, I realized I shut the alarm off instead of hitting snooze. Nearly falling out of the bed, I made my way to the shower, trailing blankets and sheets behind me. Soon, I emerged from the shower, dripping, clean, and in need of a shave. I drip dried while I scraped my face and brushed my teeth. Dressing, I saw that I was way behind schedule. Hurrying, I grabbed my attaché case, and left the room. Tying my shoes in the elevator, I double checked the location. Figuring that the bad luck of the day previous would continue, I gave the lobby a once over and not finding anyone who would be waiting for me, had the doorman summon a cab for me. "Where to friend?" the driver asked turning halfway around. I gave the address and settled back into the seat. Soon, I was sure something had crawled into the cab and died. It stank something fierce. I was glad when we pulled into the conference center. I threw some money over the seat and dashed inside. Luckily, registration was still going on. "Weston Kife, here for the seminar," I said when I arrived at the table to sign in. A well-dressed young man in an Armani suit smiled at me with dazzling teeth. He checked my license, and made sure I was on the list. I scribbled my name, and received a three ring binder. Since I had arrived so late, all the good seats were gone. One of the last few seats available was in the back corner. Of course. Sighing, I made my way over the feet of others already seated, and felt like the guys near the end of the movie "Inglorious Basterds". "Scusi, scusi, scusi," I kept saying. Finally, I reached my seat, and sat down. Before I could open my binder, the man seated next to me spoke to me in Italian. I had no clue if he was berating me for nearly stepping on his toes, or complimenting me on my atrocious accent. I let this continue for a few moments, before I cut him off. "Hey, I don't speak linguini, okay? Go meatball someone else." Sure, I could have been more polite, but the events of yesterday and this morning were wearing on me. Opening my notebook, and uncapping my pen, I took some deep breaths and settled in to listen, learn, and enjoy my time here. The morning session proceeded without incident. Lunch was served, and seating assignments were random. I found myself seated close to the high table where all the special guest speakers were seated. "Kind of a trip, eh?" "What?" "It's something, isn't it? Being so close to those guys." The speaker was a rotund man with coke bottle lens glasses. He had a squinty kind of look, as if he spent all day and all night looking at his computer screen. "Yeah, it's something special. All these minds, full of good information." "Mike Fisher," he said, sitting down and unfolding his napkin. "Dave Hawthorne," I replied, giving a false name so he couldn't find me online. "Where ya from?" I could see yellowing crooked teeth as his maw opened to bite a buttered roll. "Charlotte, North Carolina." "Really? You don't seem to have much of an accent." A pile of lettuce followed the roll. "I moved around a lot as a kid, and I guess accents never stuck, and still don't stick with me." I sipped some water, my appetite disappearing as Mike sucked some juices out of a cherry tomato with a noisy slurp. "I'm from Austin, Texas. I don't have my pearl handled revolvers because airport security took them from me." He gave a belly laugh, spraying shredded bits of lettuce. My stomach churned. The whole lunch was like this. I shoved all the food into my mouth as fast as I could, so I could go for a walk and get some fresh air. The fresh air felt nice. One of the only nice things on the trip so far. The afternoon session wrapped up at 5 PM, and soon, I was back in the hotel, video chatting with Dawn and Amber. "How's it going over there?" "It's fine. School is dull, and we're enjoying our time, just laying together and watching movies." Amber had her arm around Dawn's shoulders while she spoke. "We're watching a lot of Daredevil. Only because it's my favorite film," Dawn said while Amber rolled her eyes. "Really? The entire world of Hollywood, and you keep choosing Daredevil?" I asked. "The sooner you come back, the sooner we can watch normal movies." Amber said. "It's normal!" Dawn exclaimed, swatting Amber playfully on the arm. "I'd rather slit my wrists and do pushups in salt water than watch that movie one more time." I yawned and checked my watch. It was early for dinner, but I was tired. We continued talking for another fifteen minutes, and when we signed off, Amber kissed Dawn and winked at me. My cock was instantly hard. I missed my girls. My cock did too. It strained at the front of my pants, and I pushed them down, freeing my seven inch uncut cock. Pre was starting to ooze from the tip, and I lay back, grasping it in my hand. Soon, six spurts of hot white cum were on my chest and I was panting. After a quick shower, I ordered room service. It arrived, and I ate dinner while watching a movie. Leaving the dishes in the hallway, I shut the lights off, and went to sleep. The next day, I woke up feeling more relaxed than the day before. Sadly, my good time didn't last. I was going through the lobby of the conference center when I heard a certain Texas drawl. "Howdy pardner! How ya been?" It was my lunch buddy. A muffin was clutched in his hand, and he sprayed crumbs as he spoke. A belly laugh saw a blueberry go flying into parts unknown. It was clear this guy had money, but not enough money to buy good manners. I was relieved when the auditorium was opened for seating. I made it to my corner chair first so I wouldn't have to step on toes. The rest of the seminar continued in this manner. I'd video chat with Dawn and Amber when it was done, have dinner, and then go to bed. No matter how hard I looked for him so I could duck for cover, the annoying Texan always found me in the morning, lunch before we were seated, and after the day's session was over. Something about me was entertaining to him. As before, no car was there to take me to the airport when it was time to leave. Getting into a taxi, I named the airline and settled in for the ride. Hoping this time would be different, I again went into the first class line. I again was sent to the back of the other line, and had another mad dash through the airport to make it to my gate. "Oh, you've got to be fucking kidding me," I mumbled when I got to my seat. Again, it was at the back. Again, it wouldn't recline. My seat partners were a large smelly woman who seemed to bathe in filth, and another woman with a screaming infant. I spent the flight hunched over, knees aching, and thinking of all the various words that could be spelled using the letters in the phrase "I am never ever having kids!" When we landed, and I was able to stand up again, I had to hold onto the back of the aisle seat in front of me to keep myself upright. My legs had forgotten how to work. I did my best to stretch them out while I waited for the mass of humanity to leave. By time I reached the ramp, I was sure I was going to make it out of there under my own power. It was no surprise to me that the airline had lost the new suitcase I'd bought in New York to replace what it had lost on the way in. This included all the clothes I'd had to buy so I could have something clean to wear. My temper was bubbling when I filled out the form. I had the taxi stop on the way to my house so I could buy a bottle of whiskey. I threw a hundred dollar bill over the seat and began drinking it in the taxi. No doubt it violated all sorts of rules, but I was too pissed with how things had been going. Pulling up to my house, I could see a light on. Dawn was inside. Amber had returned to her house. I screamed in frustration when my key snapped off in the lock. Stomping my way around to the back, I let myself in, set my bag on the counter, and was passing the theater room when I saw what Dawn was watching. Daredevil. Suddenly, everything turned red. I'd had a hell of a plane ride there and back again. Now, Dawn was watching a movie she knew I didn't like when she knew I would be coming home. Something inside me snapped as I saw Ben Affleck's smiling face and sunglasses onscreen. I stormed into the room, and Dawn looked up. "Hey, Keha, welcome-" She went silent as I grabbed her arms and picked her up. Throwing her over my shoulder, I held onto her as I made my way to the bedroom. I tossed her onto the bed, ignoring her shriek. I pulled my shirt over my head, and thumbed my jeans and underwear down, kicking them off along with my shoes. Dawn saw the look in my eyes, and she was clearly frightened of what she saw. She tried to scramble away, but I grabbed hold of her ankle, and pulled her towards me. Her little gymnast's body was no match against my over six foot frame. I grabbed at her shirt, hearing fabric rip as it came away from her body. She was whimpering, and I pulled her pants and panties off. I pulled her bra off her, exposing her breasts. "Stop, Weston! What are you doi-" the back of my hand cracked across her face and silenced her. Wrapping her hair in my fist and pulling her towards me, ignoring her cries of pain, I said "It's been a hellacious week, and I'm doing something for me!" I spun her around, and pressed her face into the bed, I pressed a hand into her spine, arching her back down and raising her ass towards me. Jerking my now hard cock in one hand, I began slapping her ass, just listening to the impact of my hand on her soft skin. I hit it from both sides, turning her tanned ass cheeks red. Dawn was crying, screaming unintelligibly. The tip of my cock prodded at her opening. "No! I'm not even wet," she cried, looking over her shoulder at me, tears streaming from her eyes, mascara running. I slid in anyway, intent on self-pleasure for myself. Her pussy was soft as always, and her struggles made it grip my cock better. One hand pulled Dawn's long dark hair, eliciting cries of pain which served to fuel me even more. This week had treated me like I was its bitch. Now, I was finally able to make someone else a bitch. Dawn. Dawn was my bitch now. Dawn's ass was red, and I turned her around. Dawn was whimpering and begging me to stop. Her voice was bothering me. Snarling, I balled my hand into a fist, thumb on the outside, and swung. It knocked the air out of her and Dawn made a satisfying "Oof" sound. It also felt quite good. I slugged her stomach a few more times, Dawn gasping for air. Ramming my cock deep into her pussy again, she moaned as I thrust hard and deep. Her tits jiggled as I thrusted into her, and I took to slapping them, making them jiggle even more. Grabbing a nipple, I pinched and twisted it making her squeal. I pulled my cock free, and clasped her ankles together with one hand. I pushed, driving her ankles above her head, her ass coming into view, her still red ass cheeks spreading. Her pink ring was exposed to me, and I guided my cock to it, and despite Dawn begging, I slammed it home into her ass. With one hand holding her legs together, I slapped her face some more to silence her. This was my time! My time to please myself! This continued for a while longer. I would punch or slap Dawn's face, breasts, or punch her stomach. I roughly fucked her pussy and ass. Finally, I couldn't hold my orgasm any more. I knelt on Dawn's shoulders, and shoved my cock in her face. She closed her mouth, and tried to pull away. I pulled on her hair, and her mouth opened when she cried out. I shoved it inside, not caring about her choking. She spluttered around my cock, and I drove it deeper still. I lay over her, thrusting my cock deep into her throat, and kept it there when I came. My cock pulsed and throbbed and I could hear Dawn choking and crying and doing her best to swallow the massive load that had built up. My hands pulled at her hair while my legs locked around her upper chest to keep her in place until I was satisfied. "Fuck, that was good," I said. I pulled Dawn off my cock, shoved her off the bed, and got under the covers and fell asleep. I had vented frustrations from my terrible trip and flight. I was satisfied. I'd apologize in the morning. I didn't care if Dawn got into bed with me or slept on the floor. Okay, so that's the chapter. You are always welcome to email. You can send emails to fullmetalocelot12@gmail.com