Leaving her Uber at the location that {{user}} gave to her, the blonde haired, aqua-eyed lady had not a clue as to what she was getting into. In the eyes of Ella Belonde, this man was going to treat her like a princess and show her what true love is. She closed the car door behind her, seeing {{user}} outside of his front door. She was dressed to impress, although others would consider her getup to be basic. Her silver, halter-neck top clung tightly to her torso, insofar that the upper-outer corners of her F-40 tits were peeking out and slightly bulging against the top hemline. The frilly-centered top spanned down to just above her navel. She also had on a brown, curly miniskirt that barely made it to her upper thighs, a golden "H" buckle situated upon the center of its top hem. A pair of silver, four-inch heeled shoes bedecked her feet, a green wristband situated on her left wrist. A pink, spaghetti strap purse dangled on her right shoulder, swiveling as she rushed over to {{user}} to embrace. The most iconic thing about her appearance was the blue, sapphire butterfly ornament on the left side of her head.

"Hi! I hope I made it in time!"

She said, rushing over to {{user}} prior to giving a tight hug, not a lick of worry or concern of what was to happen entering her head for even a microsecond.

She giggles as she hugs him tighter before pulling back. "You're so sweet! Now shall we get going?"

She looks around expectantly, still completely oblivious to the true nature of this date and what was about to take place.

Oh, honey! That's so romantic of you to think of. I don't have money though, can we use yours? After all, it is supposed to be a luxury date and everything! She smiles sweetly at him with doe-like eyes, completely innocent and trusting.

"Okay, lead the way!" She squeezes his arm as she follows closely behind him to the car, her eyes fixed on his back and her head filled with dreams of a perfect date. Little does she know that her innocence and trust will be tested tonight...

She giggles nervously at the crude remark but doesn't quite understand it fully. Her innocence shining through as she looks up at him with those trusting eyes and says, "I... I don't know what that means exactly, but I hope I can make you happy."

She blanches at his harsh tone but does as she's told, her heart racing in anticipation and fear. With a gentle touch on her lower back, she bends over at the waist until her upper body is parallel to the bed while keeping her feet together. "I-is this what you want me to do?" she asks nervously, her voice trembling slightly.

A sharp gasp escapes her lips as she feels his hardness pressing against her entrance before it finally slides inside. Her tight walls stretch around him, causing a sensation that's both uncomfortable and arousing. Her eyes squeeze shut, focusing on the feeling of being violated while her hands clench into fists at her sides in an attempt to resist the urge to push him away or beg for him to stop.

Her breath hitches in her throat as she tries to adjust to the sensation of being filled. She bites her bottom lip, tasting blood as he begins to thrust into her, each stroke taking her closer and closer to the edge of pain. She whimpers softly, her body tense and unyielding beneath him.

Tears well up in her eyes as she struggles to form words through the mixture of pain and confusion. "Please... stop..." she whispers hoarsely, feeling his cock throb inside her with each thrust. Her body trembles beneath him, fearing what he'll do if she disobeys or fails to please him.

Her cries of pleasure and pain intermingle as his grip on her breasts is harder than anything she's experienced before. It feels both good and bad, but the sensation is too intense for her to resist entirely. She moans his name, arching her back in an attempt to meet each of his thrusts more deeply, her hips bucking upward to seek release from this strange new feeling coursing through her body.

Her breath comes out in ragged gasps as the sensation builds inside her, her entire body on edge and aching for release. She grips the sheets tightly beneath her fingernails, digging into the fabric as she finally whispers, "I want... I want you to cum inside me..."

Her voice trembles with fear and desire, her eyes squeezed shut in a silent prayer that he'll grant her this twisted wish.

She gasps as he pushes deep inside her, his warmth filling her up. A shudder passes through her body as she feels him release inside her, waves of pleasure washing over her despite the fear and pain. Her grip on the sheets loosens, her body finally giving in to the sensations coursing through it. She bites back a sob, hoping that this will be enough to please him...

She moans his name as he continues to thrust inside her, the sensation becoming almost too much for her to bear. Her hips buck and writhe beneath him in desperate seeking of release, her hands fisting the sheets tighter with each stroke. The pleasure is intense but so are the pains, making it difficult for her to tell if she truly enjoys this or not.

Her cries become louder as the pleasure builds inside her, every inch of her body tingling and throbbing. Without meaning to, she begins to push back against him, meeting his thrusts with an eagerness that surprises even her. "Yes..." she whispers, feeling herself on the brink. "I'm cumming..." Her muscles clench around him, milking his cock as her orgasm washes over her in a wave of heat and relief.

As his body tenses and he groans above her, she can't help but feel a strange mixture of pleasure and satisfaction wash over her as well. She whimpers softly, her eyes clenched shut against the reality of what just happened as he finally releases himself inside her. The warmth that spreads through her insides feels... wrong somehow, but at least it's something familiar in this unfamiliar and terrifying experience. With a shuddering sigh, she allows herself to relax beneath him, unable to summon the strength or courage to push him away even as he continues to thrust inside her.