Thread: Blackmailed!  (Jack Stalker and Crazy Writer)

Hugh cleaned himself off and checked his appearance in the mirror as Rosamund left, a cock confident grin on his face. She was good. A tight cunt wrapped inside a hot tight young body that got him hard just thinking about it. Sure, she still had a certain resistance, a certain arrogance about her that implied she thought she could somehow, one day, get free of his arrangement. Alas, she was destined to be a toy for his cock for the foreseeable future, as there was just something about her tall, slim fuckable body that got him harder than any other slut he had ever fucked, and he wasn't quite ready to allow her her freedom, not for some months most likely, there were plenty of things to be doing with her before he even had a hint of growing tired of her flesh. Surprisingly the patrons paid little attention to her as she sat down. In fact a few moments later, after a short shrill alarm sounded, they began to leave, one by one. Each filed past her table, giving her a twisted smirk and a slight bow, as they trailed forth from the restaurant, eventually leaving her there in silence, other than the approaching footsteps which padded on the carpet like the approach of some predator who had her set in their sights. I think we can dispense with the charade. I arranged the patrons and staff for this evening. Hugh announced, standing over Rosamund, his hands on her shoulders. No need to recite your tale of woe to a waitress, not when you can tell it to me. he grinned. His hands moved down to her waist and he drew her up onto her feet, shoving the chair aside with a kick of his foot he bent her forwards over the table, sending cutlery, plates and whatever other items shared the space clattering off to land on the carpet surrounding them. He kicked her ankles apart roughly, then drew up her dress again to expose her ass. A SLAP from his hand reddening first one cheek, then the other. His action interrupted by the squirt of cold cool feeling lube onto the crease of her naked and bared ass, followed by his finger smoothing it into the recess of her anus, a lone digit driving three knuckles deep into her rectum to line it with the gel as he leaned over her. Tell me what you've done for me so far Rosamund. How you've played with your tight cunt, before allowing me to fuck you in it and then cum all over your sweet pretty face... washing out your mouth with my seed and staining your flesh with my hot cum. he growled, taking hold of his cock he slapped it against her ass. A sideways glance would have shown that he was completely naked now, aside from the questionable presence still of his leather mask. Standing behind her with his muscular body leaning over her as his hand closed about his fat hard cock and guided the massive helm to the indent of her rectal entrance point. This would be over so fast, if I hadn't already spunked all over you. I doubt many men can control themselves in an ass like that. he gritted his teeth, hissing the last words out as he drove forwards, fighting for a moment to overcome the resistance, before his massive rod distended her anus and was forced deep down her rectal chute towards her bowels. A loud satisfied groan escaped his lips, and he wasted no time launching into a relentless and unforgiving series of thrusts. His cock was squeezed into her rectum, her anal tract deforming more and more after each stroke as his length began to be swallowed by her tight narrow passage. After eleven thrusts he was beginning to bottom out, his entire length having been mercilessly driven into her filthiest and most taboo hole as he fucked her across the creaking and wobbling table in the middle of the restaurant, hard slapping of flesh on flesh as his grunts and groans echoed in her ears. God. You're so fucking good, you little slut. I should have spied on you sooner. Fuck.. if I had known I would have fucking framed you, not even bothered to wait for a genuine opportunity to blackmail you... UUHHH! he gasped, grasping her hips with his hands he began to drag her back onto his thrusts. How does it feel Rosamund? Tell me, I like to hear the sound of your ragged words as I fuck you in your nasty tight little asshole. he huffed, fingernails leaving red trails in her sides as he rammed into her now, faster, harder, picking up speed as his cock began to stiffen and harden further, recovered from its earlier ejaculation and now being fiercely pushed towards another. Every thrust into her insides felt like bliss, each sucking caress of her viciously tight anal tract clinging to his manhood reminding him of his twisted victory over her and the many more sessions which would come as he feasted on her flesh and bent her to his every whim. He bore down on her, shoving her hips so that her clit would be mashed against the edge of the table as it rocked about, just as he had fucked her against the bathroom counter, except that now he was defiling and desecrating her ass instead. His hot fat bulging shaft stretched her rim each time it sank balls deep inside her, his hands grasping her flesh tight as he plundered her ass and shoved his member deep into her yielding and ransacked body. We're going to have a lot of fun, aren't we Rosamund... because you like this, don't you? Deep down in your fucked up little mind, you get off on it, being taken. being fucked hard like a whore. Being shoved about and fucked like a piece of meat, like a slut. You think every woman can have this effect on a man? No, you filthy little cock hungry harlot... only whores like you get to be fucked like this, so you should enjoy every fucking minute of it. he groaned, clearly struggling to force out the words as bliss coursed along his shaft with each thrust.