Thread: The Grand Party! (Jack Stalker and  Susel)

She was his fucktoy, that was simply how he made her feel and that felt degrading for the brunette. Surprisingly though, this feeling enhanced her pleasure. Kristen had always regarded her sexual preference as a balanced 5050 thing regarding who was in charge. Now she had to admit to herself that she had been completely wrong about that. It felt dirty, wrong and humiliating but she wanted to be his to play with. To be used by the powerful black business man in every way he liked without having a say in what happened to her. It felt good and there was no point in denying it any longer. Kristen felt each of his power thrust in her whole body as it jolted through her. His massive cock went into her easier each time, lubed by her pussy juices and his bodily fluids. Unknown to her he could see how her inner lips were stretched around his cock every time he pulled it backwards, only to drive right back into her honey pot. Her moaning matched the rhythm he was providing while having her in a tight grip, leaving her body nowhere to got, no possibility to soften the firm plunges into her frail body. He was right, she had been only fucked by small white cocks so far and never as rough as he was drilling into her. Her past partners had been very soft and gentle with her and it was always originated in a romantic relationship. Unlike now, she had given in to his flirtation because he wanted to keep him happy, to make him support her father. She was able to make out his words, though fully comprehending them took her a few seconds as it was unbelievably hard for her brain to work while feeling his member being buried deep into her sex steadily and hard. Kristen thought it unlikely that she would ever feel him not being too big, cause that's what he was. From a strict anatomically point of view her body should not be able to handle the girth and length inside her. For every wave of pleasure there was the stinging pain each time the bulky tip of his cock hit her cervix, squinting with her eyes in anguish. None of that seemed to matter to Mr. Alba, he was relentless and without any sign of mercy. Just like he had told her earlier, he was man that was used to take what he want and god help whoever is in his way. Powerful and determined he abused her snatch, seemingly relishing her discomfort at times, all the while keeping up the pace. Again he had called her whore. An insult that she would not have forgiven lightly under normal circumstances, but these were not normal circumstances. Mr. Alba was not playing by the rules, they did not apply to him and this transferred over to the young skinny brunette with the vibrant green eyes. His verbal abuse only reinforced his dominant aura over her and she gladly accepted all the nasty insults he was throwing in her way. The squeezing of her cunt muscles however were not coming from a conscious mindset, it was just how her body reacted to the continuing hammering of his big black rod. Yet opposing his thrusts did her body no good as Mr. Alba was just pushing that much harder. Yes, I love it!, Kristen answered truthfully. She did love to be dominated by him, to feel like a cheap slut that he was using solely for his own pleasure. Unaware of how much they had traveled with the table inside the art gallery the thin brunette was taken by surprise when his thrusts felt harder and unforgiving as the table had no space left to wander. Each hip movement of his sent her slender thighs against the edge of the table, causing hurt in the would be Senator's daughter. She felt his iron grip in her hair when he suddenly jerked her head backwards, compelling her to arch her back to the maximum, leaving her body strained like it was never before. The change in position caused his fat cock even deeper into her and Kristen whimpered a little when he hit her cervix with almost each thrust. The relief she felt when he let her decide the pace was quite significant and the whimpering disappeared. Instead moans of pleasure rang through the gallery, which was mixed with Mr. Alba's deep raspy voice. She wanted to avoid him in her behind at every cost so she fastened up her pace a bit and concentrated on the warm tight feeling her snatch was providing while it was embracing his length. She knew he was not joking when he said he would own her now and would continue to do so if she wanted her father to become Senator. His tongue on her ear sent lightnings through her whole body and for a moment she felt like she would buckle as her knees were not the steadiest anyway. His grasp of her however was unbroken with one hand in her thick mane and his big dick inside her body. I understand Mr. Alba, I want my father to win!, Kristen muttered and closed her eyes for a moment. Regarding the painting of a powerful black man, she was sure she could manage that without even involving her father. John Steward did not concern himself with the contents of the art gallery. It was just something that a man of his status had to have. In the west wing her father was still a little baffled by the chat he had with Mr. Edwards, Mr. Burton and Mr. Chang. He could not shake off the feeling that they had implied something he had missed so he excused himself from his current company and walked a few steps towards Mr. Edwards. Just a quick question, what exactly did you mean when you said I am a brave man?, he asked with raised eybrows and a challenging look on his face. Mr. Edwards chuckled. Well John it was just a joke, you know, regarding the things that are rumoured about Idris Alba., he said consoling and put a hand on John Steward's back. It was just a banter, don't sweat it., he added and was already turning away. For an instant the owner of the huge mansion stood there puzzled, before the content of the gossip about Mr. Alba came back to his mind. Behind closed doors it was said that he was fucking everything young and beautiful that was in his reach, playing out the power he had. It's just filthy gossip, he whispered to himself, but wrinkles on his forehead displayed a considerable amount of doubt inside his head. The thought of his little princess getting ravished by that filthy black man sent waves of anger through him. He was inclined to search for them and make sure nothing inappropriate was going on, but he stopped after only one step. It was silly, wasn't it? Even if it were true, he needed the support of Idris Alba. There was no way to become Senator if he would antagonize him. There was nothing he could do. Pondering the situation, he got entangled in a conversation with several business men, which needed his attention. Kristen had not even thought about contraception and a jolt of guilt ran through her mind. I am not Mr. Alba, you can't come inside my pussy!, she almost shouted at him, trying to convey the importance of it. She increased her pace nonetheless in order to reach her climax as he commanded. The soft moans of the delicate brunette altered into groans when Mr. Alba stared to thrust his hefty cock into her again. Yes, fuck me, she whispered when he bit her neck and fucked her like a savage. She was getting louder and getting closer to her orgasm. Especially when the tall black man let his hand wander between her legs and started to rub her clit methodically. Her whole body filled itself with tension and every thrust got her closer to climaxing. Uninhibited moans left her soft lips now and her body was tensing up even further before she let out a loud groan, which was almost a scream of lust and the fragile body of hers began to shudder and shiver. The orgasm was unlike anything she had experienced in the past. It was so much stronger, so much more intense and powerful. The weakness of her knees exceeded the bearable and she let herself sink onto the table, incapable of holding her own weight for the moment. With Mr. Alba's gigantic cock still inside her she thought about his last words. Truth be told she felt dirty, rotten and slutty. She wanted his thick warm cum on her face. Her lips opened to utter the words but in the last moment she thought better of it. Eventually they would return to the party and having cum in her hair or on her dress, which she was still kind of wearing was not an option. I want you to come in my mouth!, the brunette announced and was already imagining the heavy strings of potent seed inside her mouth, splashing against the back of her throat.