“I wasn’t asking you.” His massive hand was wrapped in my hair, his cock mere centimeters from my willing, open mouth. “You are going to give us holiday pay.” He slammed his cock back down my throat, choking me and forcing me to swallow all ten inches of his juicy johnson. I was helpless in his grasp, a filthy submissive whore who needed this more than he could have ever known. Right then, all I knew was his meat in my mouth as he shamelessly and recklessly throat fucked me. I was lost and hypnotized by the rhythm of his hips, his cock slipping in and out of my hot, hungry little fuck hole. My pretty pussy was dripping under my skirt.
He yanked me up by the hair suddenly, his other hand slapping me roughly across my slutty face before settling tightly around my neck. “We are getting holiday pay, right whore?” He spit in my face, and I started to cry. It was so fucking hot, the way he was handling me like a rag doll. I knew I wanted, no needed, more of his viscous caress. He didn’t give me a chance to answer, ripping my soaked panties off my fat ass and shoved them right into my mouth.
He picked my fat ass up, threw me on the desk, and slid his throbbing cock up into my tight, soaked slutty slit. I was moaning through the panties, so he slapped me again. I could taste the blood in my mouth. It only turned me on more as he roughly fucked me there in my office, not giving me any choice in the matter. I nodded, crying out as I came on his forced cock. He spit on me, came on my face, wiped himself in my hair, and left. When he went, he left the office door open, and everyone was peeking through the door at my wrecked form.
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Forced Fucked Submissive Whore
To be fair, I have been a submissive whore my whole life. Men have forced fucked me many different times. Starting with my pops, and men who were supposed to look after me, like teachers, counselors and even a doctor once. I knew that my body was for pleasing mens cocks and I found out later as I was bartered for by my husband, now master, that I should serve a man in every way. But I wasn’t sexually experienced enough for him in the first years of our marriage. So he would send me out on these house cleaning jobs to Masters. Now I didn’t realize this until the fourth or fifth time. Call me a late bloomer as a sex slave. I would try to resist the sexual advances of these dominant men and They would force me with strength and violence even when I was pregnant. They would make me suck them off and be telling me exactly what to do. I received piss shots to my face and was made to lick dirty hairy ass holes clean.
It was the fourth sexual encounter of such that I was severely beaten and put in the back of one sadistic Masters Benz. I had kept all these forced sexual encounters to myself and my Husband/Owner never asked about bruises or split lips. But this one man had bound me and beat me after he fucked my brains out that I was crying. I came in a crying fit and thus he told me you were a good girl and picked me up and put me in the trunk and When he opened it I was in my own garage looking up at my master. Everything came crashing down on me and I realized that this would be my life forever.
I get off on rape phone sex fantasies now, because I lived it and My pussy and body react well.
Home Invasion Masturbation
He stood in the doorway to my bedroom. I wasn’t sure how he had gotten into my house, but his cock was out and he was furiously stroking it. I sat motionless on the bed, my vibrator still half inserted into my dripping cunt. “I’ve been watching you, through the window.” He growled, approaching the bed and climbing in. He never touched me, but perched precariously on the edge masturbating. “Keep going.” He commanded, and I did.
I slipped that buzzing joy toy in and out of my slippery pussy, rubbing and flicking my sweet little clit. My eyes never left his. We stared at each other, mutually masturbating. He had a mask on, but I knew those icy blue eyes seemed so familiar. His cock was huge, and thick, and he was working that monster like an expert snake charmer. He was dripping pre cum, being sure not to get any of it on my sheets.
I was getting close to cumming, and I could tell it was going to be a big one. I was going to squirt during a home invasion while the intruder stared me in the eyes, jacking off his cock! It hit me, and I squirted all over. Convulsing, my eyes closed just for a moment. When I opened them, exhausted and soaked in my own cum, he was gone. There was no trace of him, except for an open window and a draft.