Romans & histoires Jock Spank

Shared experience had woven something durable between us, something that refused to unravel. For all his bluster, Jock was softer than he liked to admit. He donated more to charity than he ever had to his ex-wives. Every year he organised a fundraiser for Great Ormond Street. He had run the London Marathon fifteen years straight. Last year, he pushed a hospital bed through the course, complete with nurses in stockings and suspenders, looking less like a doctor and more like a character from a Benny Hill sketch.

An arm wrapped around my stomach and sharply pulled me back so I was pressed to a hard body. Jaxon’s palm pressed flat against my belly, holding me in place as he leaned down. “You will change now.” The low command vibrated through my body in a way that thrilled and scared me. “What’s your problem?” “My problem is that you keep disobeying me and that your skirt is far too short when I’m not around.” I laughed. I couldn’t help it. The miniskirt might be short, but the tights were opaque, and my sweater certainly didn’t scream sexy vamp.

, he said and spanked her hard, "You sound like a school girl. A sl*t like you can do better" "I want you to fill me with your big hard c**k and f**k me hard. I want to screem from pleasure. Please now." "Much better", he said spanking hard and entering her in one swift motion. Jackie gasped from pain and pleasure. He was spanking her and f**king her in the right rhytm, hitting her g-spot. . She gave in to absolute pleasure. She was sweating, and her makeup was melted. Her juices were dripping, and his dirty encouragements were bringing her even more to the edge.

He immediately flipped me onto my stomach like I weighed nothing, yanked my hips up high, and slammed his massive cock balls-deep into my already destroyed asshole in one savage thrust. I screamed into the pillow. Jake started pounding my ass with merciless force — no warmup, no mercy, just pure brutal ownership. His hips crashed violently against my reddened cheeks as he railed my shithole like he was trying to break me permanently. “Take it, you filthy fucking anal whore,” he snarled, spanking my ass hard with every thrust. “This is what you get for prancing around the house in tiny shorts. This tight little shithole is going to be permanently gaping and leaking my cum by the time Mom and

“You keep telling me that. You are right, as I choose reality, I choose being positive. As you already discovered I go off on my own. The picture always in my head, this little old lady with one big ass Harley Davidson all chrome monster of a motorcycle.” Jack burst out laughing, then stopped surprise about the sound. Jazz instantly reach out and touch his hand looking into his eyes. “Guess what Jack, I can see picture you also on a Harley. But at the moment I am a bit in conflict.” “About what?” he just had to asked. “I know I am cool and collected. You I still have to decide between raspberry grey or smooth silvery.” “Are you saying you can actually picture me already as an old man? I can’

She went too far to hurt me like this and she is happy seeing me getting embarrassed. Five guys from the squad enters and What Makes You Beautiful started playing on their background. They were flipping their hair, posing, and imitating Spitfire Strip. Oh my fucking god they're unbelievable! "Hi. I'm Jasper Brady. I suck at football but I still play for a team because I'm a famous Spitfire Strip!" "I'm Silas Cohen. I'm Irish and I act so cool because I'm in the band." "I'm Rowan Easton. I smoke marijuana and make a video of it because I'm the boss. Vas happenin?!"

Dark blonde hair somehow looking tousled and messy yet perfectly placed. As Theo steps aside, Jax comes fully into view. He’s dressed in a simple black t-shirt, the fabric straining against his thick biceps and broad chest. It does little to disguise his impressive physique underneath- the dips and curves of firm, hard-earned muscle. His jeans sit low on his hips, a perfect fit. As I drag my gaze back up to his face, I see that he’s checking me out, too, raking his eyes over my body. They pause and linger on my bare legs- I’m in a loose, long-sleeved navy cotton dress, and while it’s not the cutest thing I own it’s comfortable as hell. From Jax’s hungry gaze, he seems to approve.

I bit my lip standing up I turned giving him a good view of my ass as I unbuckled my stockings before turning and slipping one off my leg rolling my body before flicking my hair and repeating this on the other side. I chucked on of my stockings to him before I danced around the pole once more, I dropped back to the floor again arching my back with cat cows as I wriggled my hips slowly moving towards him. When I was inches from the edge of the stage, I could see pre cum forming on Jake’s mammoth cock, it’s got to be at least 12”.

Jock continues holding me in his arms. "Just think, if this works, we'll be able to get pregnant," I whisper to him. He kisses my forehead and smiles. "I can't wait to see your belly swollen with my pup inside. Even though I'm not looking forward to having another man's semen rubbed onto your body. If it means it will break the spell, I'll get over it." Jock kisses me again, and I throw my arms around him. We're going to be the best parents ever. _________________

Jack growled, stepping up into my space. He reached into a heavy leather bag on his workbench and pulled out a solid, polished steel cock ring. With a single, forceful shove, he snapped the cold metal ring tightly around the base of my shaft and balls, locking my erection into a throbbing, agonizing trap. I let out a sharp gasp as an intense, suffocating pressure shot straight to my core. The steel was merciless—I couldn't ejaculate if I begged for it. My pleasure was locked away, firmly under his control.