Bbw Abused Porn Novels & Stories

Angelina made the coffee while Eric served the customers as they chatted once a while before focusing on their task. They bonded so greatly which shocked Angelina. "Did you know there was a fire at a bar last week?" Eric stated, taking up the tray. "Yeah, I saw it on TV" she responded. "I think they both deserved being but by the leaked gas," Eric said in a hushed voice while Angelina frowned. "Why?". "It was said they both abused their wives and their children either hitting them or using violence. Then they sold their daughters to the brothel house in exchange for money for gambling" Eric replied, looking around whether anyone wouldn't pop out from anywhere.

Spit dripped down my chin onto my shirt. Blackwood pulled out after a few minutes, breathing hard. He hauled me up by my hair and bent me over his desk in one rough motion. My skirt was flipped up, and two thick fingers shoved into my pussy without warning. “Already wet,” he muttered, almost disgusted. “Of course you are. Dirty little slut.” He didn’t prep me. He just lined up and shoved his cock inside me in one brutal thrust. I cried out. He was too big. It burned.

Exhausted, Abigail laid back on the desk huffing and moaning, her mind a happy fog and her entire being totally satisfied from being so thoroughly and fantastically fucked. Imam Tariq fell heavily into his chair, his arms limply hanging on the arms of the chair as he just stared at the sight before him, of the girl’s white legs spread wide in front of him and he groaned. Her gaping pussy red and raw with white, thick cream bubbling out slowly from deep within her and her flat belly heaving just above it as she recovered from their intense sex. Looking underneath her ass on the table, Imam Tariq saw that the prayer beads had almost completely disappeared between her asscrack, soaked in their

I’m alone in their massive house, horny and determined to make Damien lose control tonight. I start looking through their media room for something to watch… and I hit the jackpot. A hidden folder on their TV called “Private.” Inside are dozens of high-quality p**n videos — rough sex, cheating husbands, babysitter fantasies, creampies, degradation. Exactly my kind. My pussy throbs instantly. I put on one of the filthiest ones — a young babysitter getting brutally fucked by the married dad while his wife sleeps upstairs. The girl on screen is moaning like a whore, getting her pussy pounded mercilessly.

Christ. Titania hadn't lied when she told me he abused her, but I already knew that. He molested her sexually, tied her up, and used whips and belts to torture her while he fucked her. Knew that too. But what I didn't expect, was to find out that Adrian ran a child porn website, and recorded each and every experience he had with any minor girl. Every single sick, jarring moment.

"Seeing the CEO destroy his assistant's cunt. You'd be fired. I'd be crucified." The taboo terror-lust surged in, imagined cameras possibly playing, a late-night guard glancing up. I ground back, fucking his hand. "Ruin me... please..." He laughed darkly, withdrawing to slap my pussy, and my clit was throbbing from abuse. "Beg louder, Elena. Beg your boss to break you." "Please, Mr. Blackwood... wreck my pussy. Make me cum screaming."

He left it at that and I knew not to push any further. “Oh…” “You know child pornography?” he asked looking straight ahead. “Is it where children are taken to shoot adult videos?” “Hmmm. Brianne sold me to Jessica’s brothel at 6. I was the potential asset of her brothel and was involved in pornography from then. When I left the brothel after my “working hours”, I’d find both Brianne and Jessica drunk to their wits and they’d… do things to me. Things that can taint a 6 year old’s mind forever.” By now my eyes were filled with tears and my mouth was covered tight by my hand.

My eyes was still shut tightly, but I was sweating profusely, my armpits itching me. "Come on girl, open your eyes." I heard my abductor mutter. He voice was strained, like he was struggling with something. I opened one eyes. My breath hitched in my throat, my jaw slackening at the sight before me. My abductor was moving to and fro quickly, it was almost comical, like he was having an epileptic seizure. My eyes fixated on his penis that was slamming in and out of the woman whose name was Bella, at a speed that seemed inconceivable to me. My jaw slackened some more at the way the woman was bent, she was naked and was on all fours on the bed, dipping her waist so low. I wondered if she was a c

“Reyna’s in the box like a good little gift.” Gasps rippled through the church. Jade’s face went white. “Turn it off! That’s not…” But it kept playing. More men joining in. Jade getting passed around, begging for more while they covered her in cum. Then the clip shifted to my father, Senator Briggs, pressed against the wall with Mrs. Calloway, her tits out, moaning as he fucked her standing up. “Your married pussy feels so good,” he grunted. “Take it just like old times.”

The city lights glittered through the floor-to-ceiling windows, casting a soft glow over her bare skin. A soft moan slipped from her lips as she slid two fingers beneath the lace, circling her swollen clit. On the large TV mounted on the wall, the video played loud enough for her to hear every filthy word. “Daddy’s little girl has been so bad today,” the deep male voice growled from the screen. “Look at that wet pussy dripping for punishment.” Becky’s back arched, her free hand squeezing one of her full, perky breasts. Her nipples were tight and aching. She was soaked—embarrassingly soaked. The kind of wet that made her thighs slick.