Knocked Out Jerked Off Novels & Stories

*Shit,* Kent yells, and I quickly roll off of the female. “No! I knocked you up!. Not… No… uhm, OUT! I knocked you out,” I say, in defiance. But it’s too late.

Jericho only stopped smacking my mound when he was satisfied, not because of how hard I begged him to stop. The room was so cold, but there I was, sweating at the same time quivering. I just wanted the torture to end. Jericho probably saw I couldn’t take anymore, so he whipped out his shaft which was hard all the way. The tip was soaked in precum as it pulsated, ready to be buried inside my cunt. Effortlessly, he jacked my legs to meet with his waist and I could hear the chain make noises as my legs were pulled.

He says while stroking in up and down movements. I grab the mattress, biting my lips, my hips lifting from the mattress and thrusting into his hands. “If you do not calm down, I'll stop” He eyes me sternly. I'm shaking, my hips are jerking and my toes curl. “You are not allowed to cum,” He says with a wicked glint in his eye. He jerks me off fast and sloppy, “I can't stop it, I'm going to cum” Tears well up in my eyes, I'm hanging in by sheer willpower.

he asked conversationally, as if they were discussing the weather. Jerica said nothing. She kept her chin up even though she was trembling. Her heart pounded a defiant rhythm in her chest. He twirled the mallet, watched her for a long moment, then brought it down on her hand. CRACK. Two of her fingers shattered. Jerica swallowed her scream, the sound raw and guttural. But still, she didn’t speak and she wouldn’t give him the satisfaction.

“Cum with my cock in your ass, kitten. Squirt for us.” I broke. The orgasm hit like a freight train, body seizing, ass and pussy pulsing as I squirted hard onto the floor, cream mixing with it in thick ropes. I was bawling, shaking so violently they had to hold me up, but they didn’t stop. “More,” Johnson snarled, pulling out to slap my tear-streaked face with his dick. Ryder yanked my hair back, arching me, and hammered my ass faster, his balls slapping my wet pussy.

“Jerk off for me and I won’t call the cops on you.” His words tugged like strings to set my body in motion. I closed my eyes, trying to ignore the sick fucker watching me like I was a monkey in a zoo, and stroked my cock hard and fast. I didn’t care about the grunts and gasps coming out of my mouth, nor about the way my hips pushed to go with my jerking. I just let go with a hoarse moan, feeling my muscles stiff in the relief I’d been sorely needing for the last hour. I took a moment longer to catch a little breath and wait for my legs to stop shaking. “Here,” I heard him say while I fought to keep it all in my fist.

“You need to die!” “Jeremy, it wasn’t me…” “Bang!” With that, Jeremy kicked her hard enough to send her flying.

My back slammed against the snooker board, and I was certain its weight would collapse underneath me. Jerald yanked me closer with the pole, slapping over my clit while he fucked me. I stilled, not wanting this to stop because he was fucking me so good. His hands wrapped around my neck, and when he plunged in and out, his strokes were cruel and ruthless. Each spelling out how he wanted to punish me, and I was enjoying it. His hands squeezed around my neck, cutting my breath off for a second while he slammed in and out, each intense and hard. I clenched and unclenched around him.

He fucked me like he hated me. No warm-up. No gentleness. He bent me over the couch in their living room, yanked my panties aside, and slammed in, every brutal inch stretching me until I screamed. He spanked my ass red while he pounded, called me “Jeremy’s needy little slut,” choked me lightly with one hand while the other rubbed my clit until I squirted all over his cock. When he came he didn’t pull out, he was still very hard (he’s one of those rare guys who stays hard even after cumming) and pumped rope after thick rope inside me until it leaked out around him and ran down my thighs.