Domination/submission

A Jounrye Into The Unknown

**This story is also from a larger story of mine, there is plenty of material to pull from, and follows up on An Evening of Bliss, so look for that if you’re interested. The sexual material here is a bit choppy, not downright, engaging material so I will not be accepting comments. I post this one more for readers who interested in sexual content with decent writing and good dialogue.
Lately, Melody has been becoming more and more engrossed with a ritual called the rites
of initiation, a strong sexual ceremony she wanted to perform on me. It involved
cumming inside of her vagina, inside of her ass, inside her mouth and between her
breasts all in the same night without breaks. All of the cum had to stay where it was.
When I came inside her she had to make sure none of it spilled back out, she had to
swallow all of my cum from the oral and had to massage my cum into her skin until it
had been absorbed when I came between her breasts. This ritual, she had read, would
guarantee the man’s sexual devotion to you for as long as you wanted him, some books
even claimed it would harbor an addiction to the girl completing it, an unbreakable link.
I’m not sure if Melody believes all of this though she’s explained it to me at some length.
The practice was found in teenage witchcraft books dealing with sex and the occult, a
subject of perverse interest to her. We haven’t yet tried the entire thing but Melody and I
visited a “spiritual” shop recently near the town mall of the county seat where she bought
candles mentioned in the book to be necessary for such a rite.
Two days later, early on a Saturday morning found me back at the spiritual shop, alone
this time, as Melody had read in one of her books that several incense were needed. I
humored her because I enjoyed the sexual aspect of this not particularly because I
believed in the supposed result. Most of the fellow students at our school involved in the
occult and sexual rituals were also avid drug users only concerned with their own
pleasure and some sick ideas about power. The only power I ever gained through sex was
trouble.
Entering the shop to the typical door bells greeting, I found a young exotically
dressed girl studying magazines behind the counter. As I had only been here during the
week after school with Melody so far, I had never met the girl. But she looked up as soon
as she saw me and her eyes sharpened before she smiled brightly at me.
“What is it you seek, good sir?” I smiled off handedly. In character till the end
although the English accent sounded fake and out of place. I was expecting something
Caribbean.
“Uh, yeah,” I stammered getting a better look at the girl. She definitely had quite a
body beneath the loose fitting purple and black floral skirt as well as a straight black top
that fit like a second set of skin identifying clearly a luscious pair of very firm medium
sized breasts and for a brief moment, fantasies of her and I screwing on a lush forest floor
swirled through me. I shook my head to clear it and pulled the piece of paper from my
pocket with my ‘shopping list.’ “Hey, I need the stuff on this list. I can read it but I’ll be
damned if I can pronounce half of these.”
The girl accepted the list with a swish of her long skirt and studied it closely. The
contours of her breasts let me know they were substantial though not as big as Melody’s.
Her skin was flawless and yet there was a freshness about her. The way she moved and
spoke, a calmness and sense of confidence and strength. “These are necessary for the
Rites of Initiation ceremony.”
“Well, yeah,” I said thinking that most of the guys she saw in here to buy that stuff
were stoners, not athletes.
The girl frowned and her dark eyes locked with mine searching deep. “Your
girlfriend is a sorceress, yes?”
I blinked and broke eye contact. Every time I looked into the girl’s eyes, an odd
shade of purple, I felt as if I were being pulled towards her somehow. “Melody? No,
she’s no sorceress, though I’ll bet half of our class thinks so with the body she has.” I
chuckled while looking at the floor.
“Do you know what you are getting into?” the girl’s eyes were locked onto me and
even though I did not look back, I could feel the heat of her gaze. It made me
uncomfortable as if all the transgressions I’d ever committed were sitting like an open
book in front of me.
“Look,” I tightened my voice determined not to be played. “It’s just some garbage
in a book she read about-”
“I wish it was garbage, Matt,” the girl said and I looked up. Had I met her before or
not? “You are worth so much more than what Melody wants you to be for her.”
“Wait a minute now, how did you know my name?” Why was it getting so hard to
think? “I’ve met some of the people from my class who’ve supposedly done this and
they’re usually high as kites.”
“The effect of this ritual as poorly initiated by the wrong people using internal
influences is useless. But what Melody has in store for you is dangerous. She is
intelligent enough and has the dark committment to make you her slave.”
She hissed the word ‘slave’ venomously like some sort of snake with a bad speech
impediment. But I forced a laugh and still did not look at her. “Look, I’m guessing you
know Melody and that she shared this nonsense with you and you guys decided to pull a
prank on the dumb jock. Well, no thanks but I’ve-”
“Melody is looking to tap into dangerous forces, ones she cannot hope to control,”
the girl’s light voice was now firm and authoritative. “Once completed and depending on
what order she decides to initiate, if properly done, your spirit will be chained forever to
hers.”
“Sounds kinky,” I interrupted looking up at the girl once more. “What are you
talking about? What order?”
“The desired result of the ceremony depends on the order of the sex acts. If all is
done properly, the desired result can be achieved. Here,” she thrust a book into my hands
along with the wrapped incense. “Take this and read. You are smart enough to see
beyond the words and understand-”
“What I understand,” I interrupted coldly. “Is that all this bullshit was designed to
sell me an extra book. Good thing, you had me going there for a second. I’ll just take the
incense and-”
“Take the book, it will cost you nothing, but it if you read and take the time to
contemplate, all will be revealed to you. Melody’s higher goal is not merely devotion but
complete dependence.”
I looked the girl over again. She had relaxed her intense stare and this made it
easier to do. Long flowing hair, a really curved body, but a dark air seemed to surround
her. She didn’t seem like any of the stoner fruitcakes I’d met so far. One of the girls who
frequented this location after school had stalked me up and down the aisles telling me
she had seen me in a vision and that our destinies were intertwined. The girl also smelled
to high heaven and detaching her from me long enough for Melody and I to leave was no
easy task.
“Look, let’s say that this ritual is for real and you aren’t looking to tip the scales for
some twisted perverse reason, I admit fathoming the so called higher goals of the occult
is usually beyond my grasp-”
“It is not the goal you misunderstand but the motivation, you are pure-”
“Oh, boy not another vision thing,” I interrupted annoyed. “Look, if you think I’m
pure, you don’t know a damned thing about me. I did take a shower this morning and
yes, this is a clean shirt, but that’s about as pure as it gets for me.”
“I am Kacey,” the girl ignored my claims.
Trying to put rude responses out of my mind I said, “Matt, though you already
seemed to know that.” I reached for her hand, but Kacey came from behind the counter
and hugged me deeply, her delicious body pushing against me pleasantly. I found myself
with an instant hardon and chastised myself on the virtues of screwing one girl at a time
once and for all.
“I know that you do not know me, and perhaps when our time has concluded, you
will wish you never had, but I can help you,” the girl’s eyes had grown luminous and
now I wondered if she just had a crush on me.
“I don’t need any help,” I said flatly. “Okay, where do you know me from? Genoa
or Philly? Whatever axe you’re looking to grind I likely deserve, but I am not-”
“The same person you used to be,” Kacey interrupted finishing my thought. “When
I said you were pure, you misunderstood. One of the ultimate definitions of purity is not
a person born to it but one who has lived the dark life and turns away from its violent
impulses. I have waited for you for some time now.”
“Great, another Shelly,” I interjected again. “I’m with Melody and if you know the
way I used to be I’ll understand if you think I’d be willing to screw you too. But that’s
not going to happen.”
“And yet you desire it,” the girl’s voice was bold, not doubtful, but one look at my
jeans could have told her that. “And I do as well, but you are right. For the moment, the
time is not right and there is so much more at stake than simply our carnal desires.”
“Yeah,” I said emphatically. “Let’s go and save the world, you can come dressed as
you are, but I left my super hero outfit at the cleaners. They’re always trying it on and
flying around town, that’s why I never get it back.”
The girl interrupted by slowly removing her silken top, peeling it off was more like
it, and shaking quickly out of a black bra with red symbols on it. Both nipples were
pierced though I didn’t see any other tattoos or piercings on her. Nonetheless the effect
was immediate. My hardon struggled with the confines of my jeans and I backed up a
step with my mouth suddenly dry. The girl’s body was great, it’s true, and yet Melody
and Shelly both had great, damn near perfect bodies and I had not been this captivated.
“Do you still know what you want?” the girl’s slightly accented voice taunted me
but she did not smile and her voice dropped turning cold. “I could take you now, I know
of your weaknesses, but my purpose here is to save you from a fate worse than death.”
“Right,” I said emphatically again, my eyes still glued to her breasts. The rings in
her nipples bore unusual symbols on them that looked familiar. “Listen, here’s the money
for the incense and the book.” I dropped a couple of twenties on the counter. “You can
keep the change for the peep show.” I backed up still staring, not trusting what the girl
might do.
“Stop,” the girl’s voice was authoritative and I halted though I wasn’t certain why.
The girl’s build was not athletic just naturally gifted and I doubted she could overpower
me. Kacey came slowly from behind the counter and stopped in front of me. She flipped
open the front of the skirt and her sex became visible, the hair shaved into symbols I
remembered seeing in one of Melody’s books. The ones on her bra too had been familiar.
“So many men doubt the power I have. They think they are the strong ones, but you are
weak. You want me and for the first time in a long time, I desire you as well. Follow me
and we shall begin.”
Kacey backed away slowly her eyes locked onto mine. I matched her step for step
again asking myself why. I seemed free to think but couldn’t seem to muster control.
Kacey took my hands pulling me through a gossamer curtain into the back where as you
might expect there was the usual store room stuff. Shelves, boxes, labels and what you
might not expect, a bed in one corner illuminated by candelight. The iron posts had ropes
tied to them that were thick and coarse.
“Touch me now,” Kacey commanded and my hand immediately went beneath her
skirt. I rubbed in circles feeling her wetness as she unbuttoned my shirt. ‘This is crazy!’
my mind screamed at me but my body continued to follow her commands, she must have
put me in some sort of trance, but I could still think freely.
Just as Kacey was pulling my shirt loose and her skirt had fallen to the floor, the
door’s bells clanged. She froze and a female voice called out, “Kacey! Are you here?”
Finding myself free to act once again, I pulled myself away and dove for a rear
door. The fire alarm sounded when I yanked it open but I jumped off a back loading dock
and sprinted for my car. Once seated calmly inside the comfortable confines of my
firebird, I saw Kacey inside being grilled by an older woman. The woman was gesturing
angrily and Kacey had not attempted to redress herself. Finally after numerous angry
exchanges, both turned towards the front window of the shop. Chills ran up and down
my spine as both women fixed their eyes on me with Kacey still not having attempted to
cover herself in any way. It was kind of crazy. Someone could walk by or enter the shop
at any minute but despite the early weekend hour, the plaza was barren. It was if the
world had been suddenly brought to a stand still and it made me wonder what I had
stumbled onto here. I slipped the key into the ignition and started the car. I reached for
the gear shift and dropped into reverse, my hand brushing a silver bag. Somehow the
incense and book Kacey had ‘sold’ me were in the car though I was certain I hadn’t put
them there. I revved the motor and backed out of the parking lot looking to put as much
distance between me and the store as possible.

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The 2300 Gathering

Luke travels to England for a semester study abroad program. On the flight to London, he sits next to a pretty girl named Gwen. They talk for awhile and eventually have sex. After the flight Luke and Gwen part ways but exchange phone numbers. Luke and Gwen meet up again. Gwen invites Luke to a party. Little does Luke have any idea that it’s not a typical party. It’s a hardcore orgy hosted by Gwen’s kinky family.

Training Sprite

As I sat in the front room of my house listening to the random and albeit annoying noise of the other occupants of my house I let my mind wander deep in to the depraved catacombs of my mind. My name is Alistair, Alistar Monty. I can’t say that I had a rough childhood but I can’t exactly say it was pleasant either. I’m currently 21 and still living at home with my Grandmother Mother and autistic brother. That in and of itself leaves a sour taste in my mouth let alone the fact that my house is a religious hot spot for every zealot there is with in a 30 miles. I stand 6′ misc” with broad shoulders that make it hard to find dress shirts that fit just right. I have a great interest in martial arts, having read and understand the theory of many different arts. Enough of the bland vanilla things though. I am a Master and I’m relatively new to the entire practice of Master and slave. Not to say that I’m new to the idea or fetish. Both of those I have been interested in since the tender age of a bout nine. One major thing about me though. My kindergartener teacher sucked and never taught me to share. Over body, over ability, over anything a slave has to offer. I value loyalty. Just something that came by after an almost blood brother and sparing partner decided to Take the woman I loved beyond anything I had ever love. And fuck her brains out behind my back. So after months of searching and finding ‘two days’ (women that agree and disappear after two days) I came in contact with an old friend. We talked for a little while and then I asked her ‘do you want to be my slave.’ well she said ‘YES!’
my slave Loretta who I affectionately call Sprite. Is about 5’4” tall with a lithe and slim figure beautiful A cup breasts that screamed to be teased and tortured. A nicely shaped and formed ass, a pair of thin lips that God (when he wasn’t fucking with the innocent people) must have taken years to craft. All of this comes with a dominant attitude and pair of beautiful legs. Sexy right? I think so to. The only downside? She lives with a 31 year old who works her as if he owns her lock stock and soul. I could be bias and hell I’ll admit I am bias but that old fuck can go and croak in my opinion. Though I try not to express this to her. I’m fairly sure she knows my views on him. From what I hear of him he flys off the handle bars, loud, obnoxious, rude, controlling, and just an overall dick. What scares me the most though is that he sounds like me. Any who with all of that aside and your basic intro to the inner workings of me. My mind slowly drifts back to reality as my Grandmother chatters away at me about something to do with her three seater sofa. The last words I register are “so you can take it and make it a two seater?” Only now realizing the shit that I have gotten myself into as I set body to autopilot and cursing my self for doing so in a space with in 50 feet of my family. Sighing inwardly I nod and smile up at her spouting off
“of course Grandma who do you think I am?”
Knowing that its probably not a worse task than designing your own lift for suspension bondage. Out of the peripheral of my half aware state I hear some fashion of an elderly squeal that sounds more like a dying klaxon alarm than any expression of joy. Being the only capable human in the house intitled me to such fun tasks as anything from changing remote batteries to turning a three seater reclining sofa into a two seater reclining love seater. Hooray for me, not really. Between taking 5 college classes being the only one who brings in money to the house and them. I barely had time to breath, but I always made time for her. For my Sprite and my my look at the time it was about time for me to go see her and give her a lesson I’ve been waiting to give her. Sprite has always had an interest in being a slave. We tried it once; kinda, when she was younger but it didn’t quite work out. Turns out unless you strap a 16yearold to a wooden x and face fuck them into submission they don’t tend to listen to you. Well now shes older and we are trying again.
The drive is always the hardest for me. The throbbing boner, the nervous stomach that threatens to present itself all over the sidewalk, the awkward silence as I drive not even listening to the radio let alone have the radio on. Finally I get to where we decided to meet up. I had reserved a room at a motel 6. I know not exactly classy or great but its all I can afford on $10 part time with literally half my check going to my ‘house.’ I had set up a pass code with the manager so that Sprite could get a key. She should be waiting for me in the room. She always had some sort of surprise planned for me. I loved that. Our first meeting I walked in to find her lying naked facing me on top of the bed. Her eyes screaming silently “RAPE ME MY MASTER MAKE ME YOUR BITCH SLAVE!!!!!!!” and I had done just that. And quite adequately for a virgin at the time. To this day her eyes shone with the same awe and passion as they did the first time. I think that is what excited me the most about her. Parking my 1990 Carola I climb out of the front seat and stretch a little. Getting my usual looks of ‘how did he fit in there?’ Ignoring them I walked over to the managers window and gave the dry and dreary attendant the pass code. To which I was presented my key. Room 206 top corner unit. After the first time I learned to limit the number of people around us. A sly look from the attendant gave it away that the first time we were lucky that Alfred (the man she was living with) didn’t hear her screaming ‘FUCK ME MASTER!’
I slowly slide the key into the hole. Noting the foreshadowing for what was about to happen that existed in this simple and daily exercise. Slowly swinging open the plywood door. Watching the edge travel in its predestined arc revealing more of the land beyond its square arch with ever inch it traveled. There in the middle of the room knelt my prize. Something I spent every night fantasizing about. Though this was a first. No surprise, she always had a surprise for me, today must have been extremely hard to get away from Alfred. I felt a little anger spur inside of me at the idea that he and his family watched her like a hawk as if she were some psycho serial killer waiting to break lose of her facilities and start a rampage. That wasn’t and isn’t the Sprite I know. The tender loving, compassionate, and kind side that so few people got to see. Pushing my feelings about Alfey out of my mind to keep them form souring my sweet treat before me I strode over to sprite. Letting the lightly door close with a small breeze.
Sprite knelt in front of me, sitting on her heels. Her knees roughly two feet apart so as not to obstruct her beautiful looking shaven pussy. Her arms where folded behind her back fingers touching her elbows so as to accentuate her chest and torso. Her beautiful pink nickle sized nipple stood erect and hard showing that her mind was at work playing scenarios of what was going to happen today. Along with hard nipples always came a soaked pussy. I half glided around her as if she where a lioness I captured on safari. She was my Sprite my nimble quarry and I planned to have my utmost fun with her.
Silently I crouched down behind her whispering softly in my deep voice.
“I missed you Sprite.” kissing her ear gently
“I missed you to my Master” she did her best to suppress a shiver.
I could tell that she was aching between her legs and needed relief. That was something that I planned to give her after mass amounts of teasing and training. I stood up and walked to her front. Without being prompted she moved from her position knowing exactly what I wanted. She undid my belt and button then unzipped my pants letting them fall to the ground. A sigh of relief came from me as my hard no longer pressed against the harsh inside of the zipper. Even though my boxer briefs the zipper stabbed and raked at the head of my cock. Sprite gently tugged my undergarment down letting it fall ontop of my pants. My throbbing manhood completely exposed to her now. She gently reached up not able to stop her fascination with pleasing me. I encouraged her to act on her own as long as she wasn’t in punishment or breaking the rules. Her soft hands gently slid across my underside and balls. The lust boiling behind her eyes. I could see her want her need to have me jammed in any hole I wanted. Exactly the look I loved. Sprite gripped my shaft and began stroking my cock. She knew I had been saving up for a few days. I’m not sure but I’m almost positive she loves to make me cum. A very good trait for a slave in my book. Her fingers rubbed from base to head with a gentle grip. Her wrist giving a little flick at the end making me twitch a little each time. As her one hand worked my shaft and head the other wasted no time gathering her own juice on her finger tips. I saw this and raised an eyebrow. Sprite had been instructed not to cum until I approved. Which had proven difficult for her since Alfey loves to fuck her as much as I do. Sprite smiles mischievously as she takes her dripping fingers and applies her juices to my balls. I feel myself relax gently against the slick feeling of her hand fondling my sac. I look down at her and see her passion as she stares down the length of my cock. Sprite had never found the taste of a man pleasing. Something I planned to change. I saw her try to work up the courage to take me into her mouth. Fearful that she might mess up. I stroked her hair. Something I did as a reassurance more than a command. Sprite smiled at me and switched hands. The drying juices produced a rather kinky sticky texture to which excited my throbbing need even more. The lack of release over the past few days in addition to teasing her constantly when ever I could made me very sensitive to her expert technique. Tensing stiff I managed to prolong my inevitable eruption only a few strokes longer. Under her masterful hands there was no way I could hold myself back. Sprite hated things on her face other than water so she quickly jerked down. Earning a wince from me at the sudden force.
Sprite whimpered now having been covered in my thick jizzim, having been horny since the word go, and knowing she was in for punishment. I smirked evilly as I she looked up at me.
“open your mouth Sprite”
Hesitating for a split second she did so sticking out her tongue. Part of today’s training was really more of a psychological one. Associating pleasure/’good’ with cum. Namely a good taste with cum. With out risking to much to fast I wiped a small amount from her left nipple as it threatened to fall to the floor. The humiliation of licking my cum from the floor/sheets would have to come after she craved the taste. I gently pressed the cum to the center of her tongue. A good spot to start since mentally she knows its there however the miracle of the tongue is that its devised up into different sections each specifically assigned to a single sensation. Sweet, bitter, salty, umame (savory/earthy) and sour. With 80%of the tongue dedicated to salty. However the center of the tongue is used for virtually no specific taste.
“close your mouth Sprite” I commanded
Doing so she looked down. I could see that she was contemplating what to think of what I placed in her mouth. I smiled to myself as her gaze was shifted away from me. It was working. I frowned as her gaze shifted back up to me. I looked into her eyes and saw what I was looking for. The single light of ‘this isn’t bad’ giving her a smile to reinforce the though I saw it balloon a little.
“stand and bend over slave” she did so realizing that she was still in punishment.
My eyes traveled over her bent over form. The beautiful curves that her ass made as each cheek flowed into gorgeous thighs. There it was. She hadn’t forgotten my surprise.
To Be Continued

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It all started when…… Part 1

This is a work of fiction that i hope i can create a series out of. Please do not take any of this to heart again it’s only for viewing and erotic pleasure please no comments about how i’m a racist sexist bastard it a waste of time and space. Thanks Enjoy.

My Demon Prince Chapter 5

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Her Nigthmare

Her Nightmare….
One rainy night, I planned to perform a little experiment on some poor people in restaurant near my apartment. I am a six feet 7 inch. 249lbs, Black man I look like I was craved out stone, like a beautiful statue. I am hung like horse. Anyway, back to my little experiment. I was curious how quick a group of people would sacrifice on person to save their own lives. So tonight, I would, go and hold up the Restaurant and see if the would give me one beautiful young woman so they all could get out alive. Around 9:00pm, I went down there all dress in black and wearing mask to hide Identity I snuck in the back so I would not be spotted. When got in to the dinning room, I saw her name was Pepper a 21yr old Latina. She is a Curvy 5’8 130lbs goddess. I knew her. I had lusted after her. We met at that very Restaurant. However, she was a Lesbian since I am a man it wouldn’t work.
So that night was my chance to finely, taste her. As I burst in with a two nine mms handguns. Everyone screamed and dove to the ground. I spoke with rage and terror as yell out my instructions. “EVERYONE GET ON THE GROUND NOW! NOBODY SHOULD TRY THINKING ABOUT BEING A HERO! YOU ALL CAN LIVE SAFELY IF YOU DECIDE TO SACRIFICE OR I WILL JUST START EMPTYING CLIPS IN YOU ALL!!” SEE THAT LITTLE LATINA OVER THERE GIVE HER TOO ME, NOW!!!! Quickly the mass of scared people agree and then looked toward the floor with shame for they have just sealed her fate. I walk over to her, grab her arm, and forcefully lift her to her feet nobody, look, and her not even her girlfriend, who is paralyzed with fear. As we walk out, she asks, “What are going to with me? Easy I responded I am going to fuck until I cannot then I decide what I will do next but the first part could last a long time. I am a marathon runner and I have stamina for days and a really well insulated basement. Come on lets go home. Dragging her is like pulling an empty wagon, it’s real easy.
When we get home, Pepper asks me “will you kill me? With a slight smirk I say No, if obey me, she responds with faint weak ok.” I lead her to my basement the reveal my reason to abduct her. “I have always wondered how quickly people would sacrifice someone so they could live. Take off your closes. In addition, get you some food and see you in the morning, what would you like soup and sandwich, or me to order a pizza and bring to here and eat and talk. Stunned by my question she replies Pizza, and the reason sounds like the sick things my pal Dre is always thinking about. After hearing, her I decide to reveal my Identity. I take off the mask and hat. She looks at me and starts to laugh Dre You Kidnapped me “I am scared now.” I hear this and I grab her forcefully whip her around and grab her cell phone and purse so she cannot call for help. With the fear growing in her eyes slowly she shakes her head, she ask me “why?” me because none you took me seriously, and I have wanted you since the first moment I saw you Pepper. I could have done the experiment under safer, more controlled, legal. The Pizza comes we eat it and talk; she says you know you went about all wrong the way. Police will look for me, I will go the Police when let me go, or they find my body figure out you did it. I reply. They will not. Because everyone the thinks I am white not black. How can you be sure the mask, and the way to operated? It screams white middle age, psychopath. Not early twenties black moron. You are right about if I let you go. Ok she says with a tremble of fear in her voice. Pepper you are hot, honest, and from what your girlfriend say great with your tongue. She remembers what I said about killing her and asks if I do not obey will you kill me? I say without breath “Yes with my bare hand, she stares at and laughs, I viscously Bitch Slap which brings my point across. Then I say good night.
The next morning I get and come down to the basemen and find her asleep, I wake her up my fully erect 14-inch cock. Shove it right down her throat. She wakes up gags with one terrifying groan. I tell her if I feel pain you so do you. She nods. Suck Bitch. She start by sliding her expert tongue around the head of my cock, it feel great slowly I push head down the length of my chocolate stick. She tries to resist but I just apply more pressure, I will ease up so she can get air. Then back down until she has my cock will not go any farther. Suck bitch I tell again she does I bob her head up and down faster and faster until I thrust her head all the way down and Cum in her mouth I tell to make sure my cock is clean when pull it out. Quickly suck downs as much as she can then licks and suck the left over cum off my dick. As she cowers in front of me, I look over tan petite frame and glaze at her ample c-cup breasts round and natural and shaven pussy, that tight round plum ass. She with tear in her eye and mascara read to her face she asks me pleads to me not face fuck again. I laugh and say fine but you better give me great blowjobs or I’ll start face fucking again, and complaining but me being forceful cause I am going to rape, degrade, assault, and use you. Unless really you are hurt, I will enjoy your pain, trust me I will know if you faking. Got it, she nods submissively. Get up Pepper and lie down and spread your legs, no she whispers, I grab them and force them open and Bitch slap her. Hold them open. She does. Slowly I rub my dick up against her clit and twat, she shake and pleads me to stop, I ignore those pleads and agonizing slow penetrate her. It was so tight I thought it would not fit but precede she screams stop you are tearing my apart inside, Good I say with the look a hungry animal on my face. Slowly inch by inch it moves deep inside her. After it is all the way in, I stop to let her adjust. I enjoy the vise around my cock. She begs me to stop, then I pull all but 2 inches out and back into I repeat it faster, harder, In and out. She cries as she is impaled my 14 inch monster. Just before I cum I pull out, tell her sit up, and open her mouth just I shoot load after load of hot cum all everywhere on body but not her mouth. Sorry I say with devilish smile. Turn over and get on all fours. She does I ask her “Do you want to cum?” she can’t answer. I ask again she answers “No, why would I cum? I am being raped; I say “Make you cum again and again. Without warning I Impale her again, I shove my pole in her, Pepper screams as full her up, in a slow rough pace I drill in to her, leaning over to grope her breast an reach down to rub her clit, her firm round tits bounce as I move in and out of pussy then a slow soft moan escapes her, How do like it Bitch? All she can do is trying and suppress the pleasure building; another slow moan escapes her lips, as her body defies her. You like don’t you? I inquire I start to drive harder. Pepper can’t take it anymore. As she thinks to herself, why am I a Lesbian getting off on a man raping me? “How do you like a dick in you Bitch?” She has to say “No, Stop I thought we were friends. Why would rape me? I say I’ve wanted since I first meet. I grab her hips and drive into her like I am trying go through her, as my ball slap against her ass thrusting her forward, then I pull her back and repeat it again and again, I starts to rub her clit, as the heat start to build in her feverously I drive into her cunt. Loud moans, and screams of signal her impeding climax, then it happens with Thrashing and Moans she Came so hard I thought she’d break my dick off at the base, but that thrashing only gives me what I need Cum, I yell I am gonna Cum!!, Cum in Me Cum in Me is all I hear from her so I thrust in to her and unload, in her load after load, after I am done, we collapse.

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