1. The Store Room Floor


    Date: 11/30/2016, Categories: Dark Fantasy, Rape, Author: Mario Caliente, Rating: 84.2, Source: sexstories.com

    straddled her body, knees resting on the floor beside her prone body at breast level. “Look at this,” he repeated, his voice harsh. His limp penis now hung in the air closely above her face as she lie prone on the floor. “You’re going to lick me clean, sweetheart. Come on, open those big, beautiful eyes of yours!” The only response that came from the beaten woman was a whimper. Her assailant grabbed her by the hair and pulled her head up, bringing her eyes open and her bloodied face against his penis. “Suck my cock, bitch!” he shouted at her. “Open you fucking mouth and lick me clean! Lick your bitch’s cunt juice off my cock!” When she did not comply, he dropped her head and took the bra that encircled her throat and used it as a tourniquet around her neck. Marcela’s fingers gripped at the bra, but she was unable to loosen it from her throat. After struggling for ten or fifteen seconds, fearing strangulation, Marcela’s trembling lips parted slightly. Her eyes bugged. She could not help but watch cross eyed as the tip of the man’s flaccid penis came to her lips. “Open wide, god damn it”. The choking of her larynx intensified. Marcela realized this man was capable of killing her. Making a gargling sound, frantic for air, she did as her attacker commanded, opening her mouth wide. The man lowered his soft penis into it. She was rewarded by feeling the pressure of her bra around her neck loosen. “Bite and I’ll kill you, bitch, do you understand!” Marcela gave no sign of ...
    comprehension at first as she began gagging on the foreign object now in her mouth, but when her assailant tightened the bra tourniquet around her neck, she nodded her head quickly. “You gonna bite me?” the man hissed without loosening the bra tourniquet. The young woman shook her head vigorously. One of her tear swollen eyes was wide as she stared up at her attacker and seeing in his face that his death threat was likely not a bluff. Her other eye was mostly swollen shut. “Do you hear me, sweetie? Bite my cock and I’ll knock your teeth out before I kill you, do you hear?” Marcela, with his cock in her mouth, nodded obediently. “Suck it, sweetie! Let me feel something!” He had taken his hands from the bra tourniquet and again lifted her head off the floor. Blinking back tears, Marcela began to move the muscles of her mouth, as if she were pulling liquid through a straw. And swallowing. Sucking on the staw. Pausing to swallow. Sucking. Pausing. The result of this action was a growing penis stirring in her mouth. Becoming firmer. “Good girl,” the man said softly as he cradled the young woman’s head as she sucked his cock. “Let me feel some tongue, baby.” Scared to within an inch of her life, Marcela obeyed her rapist. As he withdrew what was now a semi-rigid phallus from her mouth, she sought it with her tongue. It glistened with her saliva in the light of the one store room bulb—saliva that was pink from her blood. “Look me in the eyes!” the man commanded her. Not wanting to be further ...
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