Thread: Blackmailed!  (Jack Stalker and Crazy Writer)

You're a lying whore as well as a hot one. You could have run Rosamund, you could have given up your life. However, like most women with bodies born and made for fucking, you decided that you could squirm and slide your way out of this mess by using your holes, your mouth, your hands. You decided that you could fuck your way to eventual freedom. maybe you're right? We'll have to see, wont we? We'll have to see if you are capable of using your flesh then, to satisfy a man whose experience isn't limited to an overweight wife or a innocent daughter. We'll have to see f you know how to fuck a man, not some boy who is used to saggy whores or inexperienced sluts. Well have to see just how well you fuck compared to how well you think you can. he growled, menacing lust dripping from every word as he placed his hands on her hips and eased her dress up until her entire ass was exposed. He could see the butt plug protruding against the lace panties, see the dampness which revealed the state of her cunt. An approving smirk sat on his features as he looked back up to make eye contact with her in the mirror. He grasped at her panties as she answered him, tightening his grip about them until with a sharp violent tug he tore them away from her flesh, leaving a red crease in her skin as the force slashed across her body. He tossed them onto the counter next to her, looking down at her exposed ass he gave it a slap, reddening each cheek, where he could still see faint blemishes from her earlier enthusiastic paddling. Your opinion about the hands was close. Naturally I may have the urge to watch you suck my cum between those juicy red lips, however the question was actually a trick one. Using your hands would have meant removing them from the mirror... he hissed, unzipping his pants as he spoke his thick massive member sprang forth. He stepped a little to the side, affording her a view of the long engorged rod in the mirror, the glistening head streaking the shaft with lines of pre cum as he reached up to brush a hand across her throat. His left hand resting on her ass, then drawing a finger down to stroke at her quim, parting her folds as he addressed her. ...and that would have made you a bad, disobedient, little slut. Now wouldn't it Rosamund? And we know that you don't want that, don't we? At least not yet. he chuckled a little, leaning in he sucked her earlobe between his lips teasing it with his teeth, while he lowered his hand from her throat to grasp his cock, bringing the head up against her exposed snatch to stroke up and down it, letting her feel the raw passionate heat of his helm as he teased her quim with it. Your mouth would fall into the same category. Disobedience. As for your eventual choice, well, that tells me all I need to know. Offering me your ass would likely mean a fast fuck, men can rarely control themselves for long in a womans mouth or ass... but the cunt, because you don't have a vagina Rosamund, you have a cunt... well, that means fun for you, doesn't it? It means that you want me to make you cum, that you think you deserve it? Well. we'll see. Remember Rosamund, you don't get to come unless I allow it. he grunted, pushing the head of his cock slowly into her tight youthfully narrow slot, stretching her folds, pushing inch by inch into her furnace of a sit. His thick veined and bulging shaft swelled inside her, pushing it apart even more as it was slowly driven into her depths, easing in until he was half way, having to pull out and drive back in a few times, slowly increasing his penetration, pushing deeper and deeper. A long gasping groan escaped his lips as his rod shivered inside her vaginal tract, searing within it as his heated erection boiled her cunt juices. Then he started to fuck her, driving back and forth, slowly building force and speed. His eyes locked on her reflection, his hands moving to grasp her hips as he pounded in and out, stroke after stroke burying itself balls deep in her cunt, the sloppy obscene sounds of fucking filling the bathroom as he hammered into her. He kicked at her ankles, sending her heels screeching apart, his cock forcing its way into her, the head kissing her depths as his body loomed over her, dominating her from behind as he indulged himself. Come along Rosamund, show me what you can do with your voice, your hips, your body. You don't want to prolong this, surely? You want me to come, don't you? To bring your payment to an end? Use what you have, slut Auhhh make me come if you can, make your ordeal end he growled, challengingly, mockingly, as he savoured every thrust into her perfect cunt. Last edited Jul 23, 2018