Forced To Give Handjob Novels & Stories

Fortunately, I didn't feel any suspicious "jelly." Then I slowly pulled my hands out. The assholes gradually closed. They gasped, wanting more, harder, more intensely. It was my duty to give it to them. I put my hands back in, moved them around, fisted the holes and rectums. The bottoms adored it. They started moving their butts, fucking themselves on my outstretched hands, pushing back and forth on them. The guys were literally getting high. No wonder the fabric of their pouches, hiding their naughty joysticks, got wet too.

I shot back. His hand shot out and grabbed mine in a crushing grip. “You even think about touching yourself and I swear I will break each and every one of your fingers and I’ll ensure you get no treatment for them.” The Troy who’d been nice to me was nowhere in sight. No, right now I was staring at the Mafia lord. The man who killed just because he was bored and felt no remorse. He wasn’t just threatening to break my fingers he actually would if I touched myself. “No, please,” I begged, my voice breaking due to the fear lodged in my throat.

Perhaps it would not please Him to force this upon me. Suddenly, I was pulled forward between two legs and I realized I had my answer: It pleased Him. I fumbled with my hands to undo the belt, unsnap and unzip the pants. I slid the pants down and had to struggle with the underwear as they were briefs. Someone grabbed my hands and pulled them behind my back and handcuffed them there. My head was forced forward and I took the unfamiliar cock in my mouth.

Should I not give back the pleasure I had received? My screen lit up beside me, and the text stared right back at me. «Take your hand off my cock, I want you willing, not forced.» I gulped, my fingers twitching on his cock. My teeth sank deep into my lower lip, unable to make up my mind. «Take it off.» his message came in again, and I did the opposite of what he wanted. I held it tight, chest panting. "I'm... I'm willing." I whispered low, giving him a slow rub, his sweatpants in the way.

Tensed and clearly mismatching my mouth. She sighed, “I don’t believe that,” I saw it coming, she caught me red-handed. “He did that many times, right?” He never forced me for anything I didn’t want to do but yeah, he used to make me cum all the time when we got alone. So I don’t mind and she shouldn’t poke her nose in our business. I was finding the perfect answer to give her a shut-up call without being too rude.

His hand stopped and got out of my body. I put my fingers inside my body again and started moving. "Harder and faster," Alpha Lucas commanded. I did what I've been told. The thuds of my hand seemed to make him satisfied. The burning sensation was getting intense down there. My whole body was getting stiff. "Do you want to cum now?" he asked. "Yes, Alpha." I whispered. "Well, you don't have my permission to cum." he said. "Ah…" I moaned and panted. I was like a broken wind-up toy, repeatedly doing things that I was wired up to do.

I look up and see him close his eyes. I’ve got him. I start bobbing up and down his shaft, suctioning him like a vacuum. He’s noticeably quieter now, only speaking when he absolutely needs to. He suddenly reaches down with one hand and grabs my hair. He shoves my face towards his cock, making me take it. I think about how taboo this is—being forced to suck the boss’s cock while he’s on the phone. I feel submissive yet powerful at the same time. I love it. I start touching myself with more intensity now. My folds are slippery wet and I slip a finger in. I let out a small moan, and I feel Dante’s cock twitch in response.

He reminded, bringing his other hand away from my breast and landing a harsh slap onto my bottom. "Please, sir. I want you to fuck me," I hopelessly begged, jerking forward as his palm connected to my skin. The initial sting rushed through my body, causing me to straighten my back out. Positioning himself at my entrance, he slowly lifted me up and brutally forced me back down onto him-compelling a loud groan from him as he stretched me out. Unable to hold myself up, he dug his hands into the creases of my thighs and steadied me, his length fully

My laptop came with me, pressed tightly under my arm. I searched the internet,scrolling and typing. My choice of p**n was hard to find. I loved forced p**n—the young innocent girl forced into taking a hard cock as she fought to pull away from the man who would devour her. I loved the harsh yells, spanking, choking, spitting—ruining her made my pussy quiver and drip. My scrolling halted at the perfect video. The older man in the video tying up a younger woman after he walked in on her in the kitchen, forcefully bending her over as she cried for help.

Nonetheless I was still going to kill him in the end even if he had a good heart. He then took the guy's hand and spun him so that the guy was now facing him. He started bending the guy's hand at an odd angle that I could already hear the bones breaking and snapping. The drunken guy was enduring lots of pain but had been commanded not to scream no matter what or else he would die. "That will teach you to never force a girl on anything." he told the guy who now had a big gush of bones sticking out on his hand which was going to take days to heal and made him leave the party.