Facial Abuse Women Crave This Novels & Stories

She stared at the screen without saying a word as all the major arteries of her heart froze solid. “He chose one woman from each batch that they sold to the highest bidder. He’d use, abuse, torture her—all part of his sexual games—until he’s finally satisfied. Your Kuya Trojan knows all about this. He shows no mercy to women. Most of them would come out horribly bruised and bloody. Some couldn’t even walk anymore. But they were all traumatized. Others even died as a result of his abuse. But the worst part was, Yrah, the worst part was… they all begged him for more. None of them accused him. They all blamed themselves. Do you understand what I’m trying to tell you?”

Day after day I sat across from women who told me about rough hands pinning them down, about cocks slamming into their unwilling bodies, about the dark pleasure that came from being completely used. I had always offered comfort and healing. Yet lately my own body betrayed me. My huge DD breasts would ache with a heavy fullness, my nipples hardening into stiff peaks beneath my bra. A slick, shameful heat would build between my thighs whenever I listened to them speak of surrender. I would cross my legs tighter during sessions, biting my lip so hard I almost drew blood, trying to keep the soft sounds of arousal from escaping. What was wrong with me? Why did the tales of abuse ignite this forbi

Happy? If Fang’s tail wagged any harder in my head, I’d have a migraine. Oh, there’s more and you know it. Spit it out. And he’s right. There is more. Because I’ve seen what this woman has been through all her life. I’ve seen the horrors, the abuse, the neglect, and the beatings. Honestly I wouldn’t have been able to life through what she has. And the funny thing is, it hasn’t stopped her from finding joy. From laughing and living life.

His eyes rolled back as the pain and pleasure rocked his body mercilessly. “You're a perfect boyfriend, Nicholas. If I'm a normal girl I would probably fall in love with you. You could easily detach yourself from your work when you're with me. But it's not enough. Nothing is, for me.” I squatted aligning his cock on bare my cunt. I easily slid in until it bottom out knocking me breathless. I rocked back and forth as I moan in pleasure, driving myself mindless. “You see, I was raped and physically abused at an early age by people like you. This is my way of ridding the world of its rotten inhabitants.” I grind my hips rubbing my clitoris on the patch of hair on his lower abdomen, making me mo

he explained. Elaine faked a tear, wiping it off of her eyes as dramatically as she could. With trembling lips, she extended over the desk of the officer-in-charge, pointing at her puffy lips. Even the Doctor beside her shifted his eyes on her, particularly on her lips. "Do you know how painful it is to be slapped hard on the face, Sir? Has someone ever done that to you? I can barely feel my face anymore. That's how terrible it was," she then leaned closer with a serious look on the face. "My parents never laid a hand on me ever. But this man just did it to me, and it's killing me because nobody seemed to care. This is abuse. I deserve justice to steer clear of future trauma!"

Next, she grabbed my butt cheeks hard. “Please give me everything, and don't hold back. Fuck me hard” she whispered, her lips brushing my hair. “And go deeper until your huge cock is touching my womb. I need all of you and want more than what you give the others.” The others. The women I paid. The women I would keep paying because Aurora wasn’t made for my darkest wants. That was never going to happen. She was too sweet. Too pure and too important.

It’s on the inside, though. She blinks. Her nose scrunches up and I see her anger take over. “You can’t or won’t?” This is such a cruel world for the innocent. “I don’t make love. I pay for women and I hurt them. I don’t do gentle.” She looks away and licks her lips. My dick goes from rock to pure steel. “How much pain?” she asks after licking my taste away.

So the only way now was to drown myself in cold water, but I knew that this led to that one thing, masturbating. Then the scarf girl flashed through my head. She didn't make noise. Didn't cling. She just looked at me like I was something dangerous. Melissa... She shouted. Begged. That was the difference. Both of them wanted me but The other feared me. And right now, fear tasted better.

I scream shifting my face side to side with a rapidness attempting to preserve my lips from his odious mouth. "I do not hit my females, but if you do keep moving you will know how the rear of my hand feels." He gnarls grasping my jaw abusively forcing me to remain still. I weep uncontrollably distress overtaking my senses. This is it; this is where I shall lose my purity to another male and now Phobos shall never truly want me.

I called my Make up artist who did my make up While doing make up she was intentionally rubbing her breasts on my face she had a seductive smile on her face. Bloody whore always ready to spread their legs for a rich man. All girls are like that only. For money they get ready to spread their legs. Disgusting. "And aren't you the one who loves the place between their legs? You have fucked 500 girls till now so don't pretend like you're a Saint here." My subconscious said and I can't help but agree