Novel & Cerita Forced To Give Handjob

We both started moaning dreadfully and a rush of sensations filling the air. My legs were shaking and I was at the brim of given off a huge climax but I was not going to give in that easy. Kenneth and I had this thing that the first person that cums during a handjob would have to suck the other person’s dick. I did not want his dick down my mouth. He keeps a bush in his groin and I was not in the mood to have a mouth full of hair. “I know you are about to cum,Jason, just do it. Loose!”

"No? Well, I gave you a chance." I felt his hands grip my ass hard over my dress and panties. He mauled hard, and I mewled in terror. He pushed my ass upwards, pushing my panty-covered pussy into the pillow, and then pushed downwards. Like that, he started to force me to hump the pillow in front of him, guiding my ass. I dared not resist anymore. I went with his rhythm, mewling in pleasure and overwhelmed as he made me ride the pillow. "Hmmm, you see? There's no use fighting me, doll. I'll make you do it anyway. Now keep at it, don't you dare stop."

“Tell me you love it, Lylah. Tell your daddy you love his cock in your pussy.” Before I could fight that command, I felt his hand leave my hip. There was a click, a release of pressure, and suddenly my right wrist was free. The leather cuff fell away, and my arm dropped, numb and heavy, on the bed. The blood rushed back painfullyI stared at my hand. “Touch yourself,” he ordered, his hips never ceasing their slow, deep rhythm inside me. “Show me how much you love it.” My mind recoiled at the command. No! Even if I let him do whatever he wanted with me, there was no way I was giving in to this. It would make it all real. I won't, not even if he tries to force me.

I won't give in, I can't— but I was on the edge and those fucking fingers won't bring me the pleasure I needed. "Please, Giveon," I begged. "Please, what?" "Make me cum," I cried, as I continued to finger myself. His eyes turned dark immediately and before I knew it, he was between my legs. He took off my thong gently, and the simple touch was enough to make me cum. "Too bad, I plan on punishing you, princess," jerked my hands away from my pussy, making me wince. Before I could adjust, he thrust two fingers inside me.

He continued working my clit in tight circles and my thighs fell open because they had independently also made their own decision. I grabbed his wrist with both hands and held it there, trying to stop him. But actually not stopping him at all. Instead, he punished me by forcing two fingers into my pussy. Instantly my back came off the mattress with a force that nearly snapped my spine clean in half. "There she is," he said quietly. Like he had hit some treasure chest deep in my hole. He curled his fingers and I turned my face to the side. Sobbing into my own pillow while my hands were still theoretically trying to remove his wrist from between my legs with no meaningful progress in sight.

He was being so casual, and serious about me getting up there and dance for these men. "What?" I asked, was he being serious? I honestly felt my heart drop at his words. "You wanted to party no?" He asked, continuing his sick way of punishing me. I didn't get a chance to reply before a few men stood up, one approached me and took my hand by force and pulled me up to him. My body stumbled and crashed in to his and I wanted to gag, he reeked and I wanted to get far away from him. "Whore's don't get to decide, they dance" He chuckled as he began grabbing my waist and touching all exposed skin.

“Good boy” he growled, a sharp swipe passing through the air, the ropes coming off me in the dark. I jerked, scared of getting cut. The moment my hands were cut free, my right hand flew to my hard meat, not bothering to shake off the numbness of my hands being tied for too long. The huge dildo pushed farther into the small frame; it was hard to believe he was human. His back was locked in a painful arch as the Master growled, applying extra lube and pushing further into him.

“Too big… it hurts… stop for a second…” Joss did not stop. He tried to push more, his hands holding my hips tight. “You can take it. Just relax.” The pain got worse and I panicked. I pushed him hard with all the strength I had left. When he still kept trying to force it in I swung my fist and punched him straight in the face. He went out cold on top of me.

Forest shifted to my right and took my hand, placing his cock in it. "Hold it firmly and stroke it up and down,” he instructed. And like that, I found myself giving a hand job with my right hand; head turned to the left giving a blow job, with Darius fucking my tits. Hearing them moaning and knowing I'm the one making them do that was empowering to say the least. I just wish I could cum. "Fuck punishment. I want to see you cum,” Darius growled as he came on my breasts. I wanted to ask what he meant, but Elijah was filling my mouth with his release, and Forrest's had landed on my chest with Darius's.

Chapter 50 Ashley's POV He held me down as I bucked my hips up. I gripped his shirt as tight as I could struggling under him. He was preventing me from using my finger on myself. He had caught me earlier masturbating and I hate it. I don't want to force myself on him. I needed to get laid seriously. The sensation became intense and unbearable to hold in. I bite his hand and he left me alone. I spread my legs ready to fuck myself again but it seems impossible with the way he was looking at me.