Forced To Give Handjob Novels & Stories

I moaned constantly in pain. "One more, so she can moan, louder." And the man with the whip struck me again. "That's enough, let's start." At once the four men took off their clothes. There was nothing left so I could see their erect genitals. "Let's give her this, this is more ok," Kranky said and handed something to a man. The man approached me and forcefully put something in my mouth.

My body rigid with shock! “I will have you today! I have to have you today, whether you like it not!” He chanted, as his old wrinkled fingers furiously rubbed at my centre. I was in shambles, as I could not get myself out of this situation. My hands also riddened of their strength now as he used his other hand to navigate them towards his crotch. The hard grip of his hands putting me in place, making sure I had no escape. Loosing balance as the pressure between my legs became much more superior by the intruding hands, I found myself leaning my body towards him. My breast wavering over his face as he kept on molesting my centre. My hands became slaves to him, as he used them to unbuckle his b

They tied my hands behind my back so they could grab them for leverage. At this point my prostate hurts so bad because I was jacking off the whole time I watched them. Without any protest or resistance from me, they're inhibitions of abusing my hole we're completely gone and they just went as hard and fast as they needed. Each one took the turn of using me until they came. Once one guy came inside, the other would quickly slip in and start rhythmically pounding me, keeping me secured on their dick with my harness or my hands. All three of them came inside me and the first guy had gotten horny enough that he decided to cum again. They tallied my ass and started cleaning up.

My hand goes to the back of his head and pushes until I hit the back of his throat. “Fuck.” I hiss, Tears stream his face and I let go of his head. He lets go of my dick with a loud pop. His hand jacks me off, slowly, he spits on my dick, keeping his eyes on mine. “What the hell are you doing to me?” I whisper, He grins, “A handjob young master, would you like me to go faster?” I inhale sharply when he gives me an example of going faster. One nod and that’s all he needs.

He looked like he was in a good mood. When his hand touched my pussy, I was so sensitive that I closed my legs. "I can clean myself." I whispered as I gently pushed his hand away. He gently patted my pussy and said, "Baby, spread your legs." I pouted and shook my head. "Spread them." He slapped my pussy heavily. I looked at him with pitiful eyes and slowly spread my legs apart. He gave me a kiss as a reward. "Candy for the obedient baby." He had to wash my body himself. I think it's one of his fetishes.

I took my right hand and angles it in his pants so that I was cupping his round heavy balls in my palm. When I began to gently squeeze and massage them I heard him groan overhead. I wanted to laugh at how I was totally owning him. But before I could finish the thought, Alexi entered me from behind on one smooth, powerful thrust. His hands were holding onto both of my hips, but he was hitting me with so much force that I had to throw my free hand out and prop it against Xander’s far armrest.

I wanted to lie down as I felt my knees gave but he held me by my waist and held me in that position. He then raised his body and slapped my one mound and then entered me in one stroke. I sighed in satisfaction and started moving with him. The problem was that I couldn't cum no matter how much I wanted. The sock was so tight and couldn't even allow my erected little man to play as he wanted. Mason humped and fucked me senseless as he punished me with soft slaps to my behind and whips to my back. The pleasure and the pain and the fact that I couldn't move my hands made it all this much sweet.

Mabel bit her lips and clenched her fists as she felt his hand in her shirt, but she made a resolve not to beg him, as she knew he wouldn’t stop and her pleas would only fuel his ego. "George, stop it! She's your brother’s wife, for crying out loud." Dorian yelled as he continued to struggle to free himself from the chair. Zach, who had reached his limit with Dorian, got closer and punched Dorian continuously. “Shut it! You talk a lot!” He hissed.

I replied sharply, trying to shift away from the dildo he was trying to thrust into my ass. "Then I'll simply drag you out before you die. And cut me some slacks. I've been working tirelessly for weeks and I missed you extremely," "What kind of excuse is that?" He shrugged. "We're doing this either way," he easily overpowered me. He grabbed my wrists with one hand and held it over my head. That's when I remembered I also bought cuffs. Of course, he used it. With my hands imprisoned, he grabbed my thigh with his other hand, pulling me towards his body. He sunk the dildo into my ass, then thrust into me.

"Take my dick like you promised." With a sharp slap, he landed his hand against my ass, the sting of it a delicious jolt that made me cry out. His hand, rough and possessive, traced the curve of my backside, a reminder of his dominance and my submission. I arched back into him, my body craving his touch, the sting of his hand a welcome addition to the symphony of pleasure and pain.