The Bizerker was in a new neighborhood, and he was enjoying all the new sights. It was only recently that he had decided to become a stalker of women, but already he could see he was going to love it. Ginger hummed as she entered her apartment. She hadn't had a man in over a year now, but her pieces of plastic kept her more turned on than any man ever had.

The Bizerker watched as Ginger came in. He was in the closet. He planned to wait before he made his appearance. He wanted her wet and juicy before he came out.

Ginger dropped her groceries on the table. She needed to get off right now. She pulled her shirt off as she headed for the bed. Seconds later, her small compact tits were out and she squeezed them as her nipples hardened. Her fingers went quickly to her jeans, pulling them down. The Bizerker smiled at the blonde's anxiousness, as well as her lack of panties. She laid on the bed, and she opened the bedside drawer. Out came two vibrators, which immediately hummed to life. Ginger sank one in, then the other.

Ginger moaned as her vibrators pistoned in and out of her.

The Bizerker saw her look of passion, her hands moving down below, and he slowly came out. Ginger's moans were loud as she went faster and faster. Ginger thrashed and moaned as she came, her pussy flooding with honey as her pieces of plastic did their magic, Ginger coming and coming and coming.

It was now The Bizerker made his move. He stepped out, naked. He stepped over. Ginger's eyes opened. The Bizerker slapped Ginger, the vibrators flying into the air, falling on the floor.

"Fuck me, bitch! Now!"

The Bizerker grabbed Ginger's legs, spread her open, then swiftly stroked in her pussy. Ginger, who had just been at the heights of pleasure, now moaned and tried to scream.

"Oh!!!!!!!!! Myyy Goddddddddd!" Ginger shrieked. "Noooooooo!! The Bizerker held his hand over her mouth as he went in and out. He had a sure, strong thrust and he moaned as he went in and out of the not very tight, but extremely wet, Ginger. He went faster and faster, driving himself into her as hard and as fast as he could.

The Bizerker came seconds later, his seed shooting deep in the blonde.

He gave a grunt as he pulled out of Ginger.

"Thanks for the fuck," he sneered. "You have a fine pussy there, bitch."

Ginger just kicked at him as he stood.

"Bastard!" she yelled.

"So?"

He laughed as he turned away. As he listened to Ginger cry, he felt himself start to get hard again. He waited for several moments before he turned back to the pretty blonde bitch.

Ginger had been ready to pick up her plastic again when she saw the Bizerker turn back. She spied his hard prick, and she started to both cry and get excited. She liked it rough.

The Bizerker was now hard, and as he stared down at Ginger, stared down at the bitch that he had just spread open and fucked, he got more and more excited. Her tears just added to his excitement.

Ginger stared in his eyes, hoping, pleading, wishing, dreading. When he stepped back, she was, at once, both scared of the man and pleased as well.

Before even he knew what he was doing, the Bizerker had grabbed the pretty blonde, slapped her, then forced open her mouth. Before she could scream or say a word, he quickly thrust his prick in her mouth.

Ginger started choking almost immediately as the bastard attacking her thrust himself all the way down her throat, not working slowly like a real man would. Then she felt him start to thrust in and out of her mouth.

To the Bizerker, working in a woman's throat was almost the same as fucking her. He was working in and out of a wet hole, and when he thrust one way or another, he could get a quick reaction, a choke or a gurgle instead of a scream.

Ginger felt the Bizerker was too rough as he thrust in and out of her mouth. Because he was blocking her throat, she was choking and couldn't breathe. Her face now started to turn red.

The red face was a sign to the Bizerker that he was doing a good job. He felt he had truly broken the slut when she started to suck on him very slowly.

Ginger didn't feel she had much of a choice. Here she was, pinned to the mattress, a prick down her throat, the man not letting her breathe. Sucking him was the only way.

The Bizerker went faster and faster, the feel of the sucking action now turning him on. He knew why the slut was sucking on him, but he didn't care why. He only cared that she did suck, that she have to show that he was the one in charge.

Ginger heard a soft moan, and she shuddered, for she knew what it meant.

She had been with so many men, and that moan meant she was about to have her mouth filled.

The Bizerker felt his prick start to explode, but he didn't give Ginger whatever satisfaction she might have felt if she had been able to suck all his jizz down. Instead, he pulled his prick out of her mouth and started to spray all over the pretty blonde's face.

Ginger squirmed as he sprayed, feeling the hot liquid get in her hair, spread all over her face. She burned with the humiliation of such an act.

The Bizerker slowly wiped off his prick with the soft, blonde hair of the pretty woman who now collapsed back down to the mattress. Her crying was louder this time, and he smiled in satisfaction, for he knew he had done what he had hoped: humiliate her.

Ginger lay there, wondering what she should do next. She had all but encouraged this man to attack her, and he had done so, in two very personal ways. Her tears slowed.

The Bizerker ran his eyes down the body of the pretty blonde. As he took in her waist, she turned away from him. The jiggle of her ass started to excite him.

Ginger felt the weight shift on the bed, and she assumed that the man on top of her was through attacking her. She quickly realized that she was wrong.

"Nooooooooooo!" Ginger screamed at the top of her voice. "Ohh myyyyyy Godddd!!"

The Bizerker rolled Ginger on her stomach, then quickly pinned her down with his hands. Only now did he rear back and thrust as hard as he could into Ginger's ass.

Ginger struggled and tried to fight the man on top of her. She had never been very comfortable with this kind of sex, and now her pain felt very real.

The Bizerker thrust down and in, enjoying the feel of Ginger's ass, enjoying the screams of the pretty blonde as he slowly worked in and out.

Ginger felt the asshole work in and out, knew he was not having to struggle as much as he thought he would. She tried to shake away, but she felt his hands come up and grip her ass.

The Bizerker thrust faster and faster, bringing new explosions from his prick even as he brought new screams from the crying blonde under him. His mind was filled with images of blondes he had fucked before, just like this one. But Ginger was quickly becoming one of the best he had ever fucked.

Ginger felt a rising sense of panic within her. The pain was overloading her, and her growing loudness of screams didn't seem to bother the bastard attacking her. She knew she was mostly helpless lying here, and she just didn't know what to do.

The Bizerker went faster and faster and faster. It was only when he was fully enveloped in the struggling, pretty blonde, only when her screams were at their loudest, that he came, shooting his jizz deep in Ginger's ass.

Ginger felt the man come, was glad for it because the end of the pain, but also sorry for it, because it meant she would soon return to her shabby existence.

The Bizerker took his time, slowly pulling his prick out of Ginger. He watched and listened to her cry, then quickly dressed and left as her tears turned into hysteria.

The End