Forced To Give Handjob Novels & Stories

He grunted at me, my blood stained eyelids slowly opened, I was still gasping for breath. "Go on all fours!" He commanded, I didn't understand what he was about to do next to me, was he going to shove that vibrator into me again? I struggled to raise myself up, he forced me on all fours by himself. "Your c*it is quite ugly!" He spat. My shaky and bruised hand were on the table. he forcefully pushed his c*ck into my asshole.

I attempted to move away from him in a quiet manner, but he persisted in blocking my path. "Come on, stop throwing tantrums, and join me for a bath." He grabbed my hand and forced me into the pool. "Please leave my hand." I tried to free my hand from his grip. "Don't worry, I am familiar with the type of witches who would gladly sleep with any man to obtain money. If you tell me how much Aron Finge gave you for sleeping with him, I'll give you twice that amount." His words sounded to me like molten metal.

All of it. "I'm gonna come, Ri." He pulled at my hair, forcing me back as I whimpered in frustration. "Did you hear me?" He sat up, forcing me back. The wild look in his eyes left me on fire for him. Maybe sleeping together wasn't a good idea. It would brand me forever. "Yes." I reached back and pulled at his wrist. "Let go." "No." He stood up and forced me to move back, but I stayed on my knees and reached for his shaft. "Just finish me with a hand job, baby. I don't want-"

"What are you doing? Get your hands off me!" I pushed her hard to the couch and tore her clothes.I forced hands above her head and restrained them with my hands. I clambered on her and unfastened my belt. It was going to be a painful penetration because she wasn't wet but I barely cared. I didn't want it to be pleasurable for her. "Let go of me!" She yelled and I stuffed a cloth in her mouth as a gag. I got hard from looking at her shaved pussy and just slid into her.

she smiled at me and went back to the box. I grabbed the little remote out of there and turned back around to Jack. The man didn't look well. "I'm just going to turn this on and let you be by yourself and reflect on your actions. Now you know what it feels like to be forcibly penetrated. Enjoy your time down here you piece of shit."

I ordered her. She looked to me and did as she was told. I dropped the paddle and gripped myself. My hand started pumping at an angry pace as I watched my slut at my feet. So much I wanted, so much I needed. I won't get any of it now, Jax fucked everything up. "Touch yourself." I grunted out. "Only your breasts." I added. She wasn't allowed to cum.

he said, grinning. She giggled and did as he bade, bringing her free hand up and cradling his pendulous sack as she continued stroking. "Does that feel good?" Alex asked. "Is this what a handjob is?" she asked, causing herself to blush. He chuckled and nodded. "This is most definitely a handjob, and it feels really good. Don't let guys tell you that they need intercourse or a blowjob to cum. Plenty of guys can get off with a little lubrication and some female assistance. After all, this is how we bring ourselves off." She looked up and saw him raise his hand and wiggle his fingers. Nodding, she ran her fingers up and down his shaft.

He replied and suddenly tied my hands to the showerhead with the towel. Before I could protest, he thrust his hand down and cupped me and began to rub me. He poked a finger through the folds of flesh and found my clitoris. He rubbed it until I begin to twist and turn, wanting to be free from the hands that held me against the wall, yet unable to do so.

I couldn’t keep my tongue inside during the violent contraction and the thrashing of his body so I straightened and pushed two fingers inside him instead. I pounded him with my fingers while holding him down. Jamin let out a shriek as the last of his semen seeped out of him. His mouth remained strained open, jaw gaped to fullest extension, my fingers remained inside him, stretching him, preparing him to take my cock. He lay there panting and twitching, sweat-wet hair…skin mottled with color. “I’m…I’m sorry, Mister. I came again without your permission.” He choked out.