Thread: A Father's Anger (FreeUse & Whisper Twice)

Who the hell does this madman think he is? I ran to the glass portal smacking at it rapidly, let me out you sick fuck! I have no idea what kind of sex room a hop-and-bare-it is, but my ears were starting to hurt. I stopped hitting the window and worked my jaw in attempt to pop my ears. An invisible corset cinched my chest closed and refused to let me draw a full breath. Okay, ass-ole.. my restricted airway not letting me say the h , is this what you want? I lifted one toned leg and slammed a Manolo down on the bench. With that one leg hiked up and the other still straight on the ground, I pulled my dress up to my waist. I laid bare my clean shaven pussy for him to oggle. ..h.. h.. ave a ood fuuuuh-KING look, I forced the words as I glared. Not even an eye-brow raised, David turned his head away and said something I couldnt hear. My ears popped suddenly and I could draw full breaths again. He looked at me holding my black dress up and let his eyes devour my womanhood. Can I go now? I asked in neutral tone. Youre forgetting something, Rebecca. What? Youve got me here showing you my pussy. Ha Ha. Now let me out. I want you to masturbate for me. I want to watch you cum a real and solid orgasm. Then perhaps you will be let out. Fine, fine, fine, I brought my right hand to my pussy while my left held the bottom of my dress up against my stomach, fine! I began a slow rocking rub. I was going to give the pervert a quick show and get the hell out of here. My hand was moving back and forth like the top half of a talking shadow puppet. He leaned into the intercom, do it for real, Rebecca, or the pressure returns. I leaned my head completely forward as I switched to a clit circling finger. He would assume I was looking at my lady-business, when in fact I only wanted my hair in my face so I could plan. Hidden behind my wall of hair, he wouldnt be able to read my expression as my mind raced to get me out of this. I am a winner and can always win. Im not some pissy-pants loser like his daughter unable to handle it when someone rubs them the wrong way. Speaking of getting rubbed the wrong way I fought back the urge to bring my fingers up into my mouth for some saliva. My outside was powder dry, but I didnt want him to think I wasnt self-lubricating. It would be a dead giveaway that I was actually not enjoying this one bit. I tried not to think of the itchy raw feeling that was forming on my clit, as I remembered to let a few fake moans sneak out from under my hair. I got it! Oh, I will show this man how a Carson High woman fucks. I rapidly fell to my knees and leaned way, way back. My dress followed gravity up and over my arched torso until only the bottom of my breasts kept it from sliding completely off. Then I shot forward slamming a hand on the ground in front of me. I posed there on all threes with my fourth limb still rubbing frantically with hot, dry friction against my most sensitive point. Like any well designed garment, my dress played my partner in this dance of seduction. It had fallen to cover my ass, so now I arched my back letting it begin a slow slide toward my tailbone. First two slivers of curved whiteness were revealed by the dropping black curtain. Then more curve as my perfect heart shape was revealed behind me. My head snapped back suddenly and the flair of my hair blocked his view of my ass. I shook my head back and forth frothing my hair until it stood out in wild abandon. What would take an 80s pornstar hours and three cans of hairspray, I did in seconds. Let him think he is driving me wild and then 1 Mississippi 2 Mississippi and shoot daggers from my eyes and scowl in hatred. That wasnt hard to fake seeing as how bad my clit was in pain now. As I was bent in this whoreish way, I managed to slip fingers inside myself to steal a little wetness. Not much at all really, but it was helping some as I inched towards the finish line of this charade. My eyes locked into his and I parted my mouth just a bit.. a bit more.. now cock my lower jaw to one side as the lines in my face soften. I transform the hate into a look of young girl just now realizing an idea. Kind of like what Kiras face might have looked like when she realized, Oh yeah! How cool! I really am an utter loser destined to suck the cocks of my dads factory workers. She probably sucks her daddys cock too the fucking pervert Hate face again for a second and cue the slow return to bending over backward on my knees. I continued to arch further and further back into a perfect parabola. From the side it might look like I was being pulled by the vagina. A vagina that was straining to pull away from my body and sail forward to his waiting mouth. The back of head finally touched the floor, but that detail was hidden by my dress which had found a way past my breasts to completely cover my face. I no longer looked like a person but a taunt, lithe body stimulating itself my clit bright and engorged though from pain and not pleasure. I froze completely in that arc. The only thing moving were the frantic tips of my fingers and the slight tremble in my ass my as it completely supported the tension of my body. When I felt I could hold this position no longer which would be just about right for the timing. I collapsed like a bucket of water dropped onto the floor. I lay there smiling. Right hand very VERY! lightly hovering atop my clit as my left hand kneaded and squeezed a breast through my bra. My black dress merely a scarf around my neck. Mmmm that was sooooo good, David, I said slowly in a sugar laced moan. Youre right. It was, his voice a sound of fair admission but then growing cold, too bad it was all fake! If you doubled the number of people you have screwed over, you might get close to half the number of women I have seen cum on my cock. I know what a real orgasm is. And like everything else about your 18 years of life, it was all fake. A worried look dawned on my face . You had your one chance, Rebecca. Nothing more than a little humiliation in return for what you did to my daughter. And one that might actually have felt good. Good night. I lay there on the floor, hands relaxed on my stomach, 90 of my body still exposed naked. I rolled my eyes away from the viewport and watched the ceiling. Oh goody, I said to the roof of the chamber, here comes the hop-and-bear-it pressure A new voice came on the intercom, the voice thick with accent. El Jefe says for me to turn this on and off throughout the night, but pressure only. No oxygen mix. He say it will give you a Benz, he paused as though he was making sure he had heard the word right. When pressure goes out, your elbows and knees will hurt mucho. Like if pounded with hammer. Sometimes your skin feel like en fuego. He tell me not too long so you dont a get an imposition in your brain. I lifted my head off the ground to look up at the window. Dios mi, senora. I hope you get some sleep in this. I have seen what Jefe is planning for you in the morning. Lo siento, senora I felt the pressure release as quickly as it started. My legs did feel cramped from the performance.. I think? I lifted both legs above me and tried bending and unbending, bicycling the air to relieve the growing discomfort. I smirked to myself that the little fucker was probably grabbing his bulge in hopes of glimpsing my asshole. I bolted upright as the first stakes of pain wedged between my joints