Thread: Brutalized Ballerina! (Jack Stalker and Lemon)

Watching Natalie enter the room caused Franks already impressive cock to swell even further within his pants. Her scantily clad flesh glided towards him as she moved across the floor, his own powerful form towering over hers as she got closer. Frank had never really thought about teaching her to somehow replace him. He was long since finished with the trials of being a dancer, now he was simply interested in slaking his thirst for her young flesh. After a while it became obvious that was impossible, that he would never be satisfied until she was broken and wrecked at his feet, her holes fucked to oblivion and his cock raw from the friction of battering her to destruction. Twenty minutes? He had a feeling that one day he would get so carried away at a time like this that her understudy, some lumbering oaf in comparison, would be dispatched to the stage instead. Really? he said with a little sarcasm behind his words. Worried? I guess you know that only death would keep me away from your tight, toned and youthful flesh. That no other force could divert me from getting my hands on you and fucking the dirty little whore who hides behind that ask of respectability and manners that you project for your fans. You know that I know the truth about you, that I know exactly what you need to get that hot little cunt of yours wet, your heart thumping and your mind buzzing for your next performance. he growled at her as he ravaged her with his eyes as if the sight of her in her outfit was something he had never witnessed before. As soon as her lips were against his he felt the fire rage and burn out of control inside him, his lips seared against her own and he felt his lust consume reason and sense as he tossed aside the drinks he was holding, leaving the shattered glass in the corner to be cleaned by others. His hands went to her waist, his body shifting against hers as he slaked his thirst for her with her mouth, his tongue easing out to stroke the line of her lips before forcing its way inside to lay claim to the heat within. He lifted her off her feet and moved with her, using her body to sweep her dressing table free of the odds and ends which decorated it, so that he could place her down there. Yes, that's right. I am handsome, and you are a nasty little whore who likes to get herself fucked to rags in her dainty little ballerina outfits aren't you. he grunted, his hands moving to her hips, his fingers clawing and digging into her tutu until it was torn away from her and discarded as easily as the glasses had been. His powerful fingers slid against her body, his palms warm against her skin through the flimsy lace leotard she wore. At the same time his nails scratched at her body as he sank one hand between her thighs, to stroke a finger along the groove of her hot cunt flaps and trace the ridges through the material, just as his other hand swept up her body and over her ribs to grasp her right breast, thumbing and mauling the hard nipple beneath the garment she wore as he shoved her back against the mirror. Take it out. I want you to see how fucking hard you've made it Natalie. Get your spit on it so that it doesn't split you in two when I fuck it into your tight young cunt. he demanded. His commanding voice was as direct and straight forward as when he told her, again and again, how to stretch or point or tilt the way he wanted her too in rehearsals. All those men out there are so fucking hard for you and your tiny body and your tight ballerina cunt, but I'm the one who gets to fuck you and send you back out on stage. I'm the one who gets to fill your cunt, your mouth or your ass with hot spunk and watch as you try and keep from soiling your costume with my seed while you dance. he growled at her with a lust fuelled madness roaming behind his eyes. Chances are if half the audience knew what a depraved and nasty little slut you are they'd clamber on stage and fuck you before the interval even came along. I have a feeling that's what makes you dance so well, not my training, or your talent. It's the fact that you get so wet thinking about how you are turning people on when you wear your fuck me ballerina outfit and prance about like a princess, you like to tease them, you like to show them what they can't have, show them what a perfect little fuck toy looks like, then you like to come and get yourself fucked. Do you think they can tell? Do you think they can see in your eyes that you've been backstage getting your dirty young cunt hammered by your director, but your manager and by your master? he continued, tugging at her leotard until he could wrench at her flimsy outfit enough to slip his fingers past the material and sink two fingers into her tight snatch, bathing them in wet heat as he plunged them into her slit. Maybe they can even see the scratches, the welts on your ass and the bite marks on your flesh? he said as he started to fuck her cunt with his fingers and lean in to tease and worry the flesh at her throat, grazing it with his teeth before soothing the marks with his lips and tongue, his rampant angry cock demanding to be released as he started to violate her body.