1. Never work late


    Date: 3/19/2017, Categories: BDSM, Hardcore, Author: catherine-belmont, Rating: 100, Source: xHamster

    It was late in Singapore, the darkness overtaking the city. You have me bound to the huge desk in the main room, my knees bent far back. I still cannot believe I am in this situation. Ropes tie my arms up high over my head, my breasts thrust out, unprotected. My legs are securely circled with the heavy, rough rope and you drew my knees up until my legs are spread obscenely. Another rope slipped under the desk and tied to my knees kept them permanently spread. Only the sound of my heavy breathing fills the room and only my fear of you stopped the screams and struggles. I try to surrender to what you are doing to me, hoping it would stop you from hurting me. I knew that you would soon strip me naked, my body opened and exposed to your a****l lust. You slowly rip my clothes from my body, the buttons flying from my blouse, the sound of ripping fabric filling the silence. I gasp and struggle away from your large hand that grip my bra in the middle and begin to pull it from my body. My large breasts spill from the flimsy bra, already falling free of the material. The bra strains and finally pulls free, my tits bouncing as they are released. I start sobbing softly again at the humiliation of your eyes devouring my naked breasts. You only seem to enjoy seeing me at your mercy. I see your hands reach out, slowly moving toward my nipples, knowing that you intend to hurt me. I am afraid, yet my pussy is already soaked in anticipation. I beg you but the mask covers your face, unable to ...
    see any compassion, only your piercing eyes staring at me. I only see lust and pain in them. My pain. Your rough hands reach down to my skirt, slowly pushing it up my legs, your hands moving along with it up my thighs. “Shit, you got nice thighs, bitch. Just right to take what I’ll be giving.” Your eyes looked into mine, gauging the humiliation as my thighs are exposed, moving still higher, my thong panties revealed. Tears fall from my eyes, hoping that you do not see how wet I am. A quick yank and tear by your strong hands and I am naked except for my black thong panties. The position I am in leaves little to the imagination. The panties cover little, the front already pushed between the lips of my shaven pussy, my pussy juice soaking them. My asshole is exposed, my ass rose up high from the desk. Your hands reach down to my panties, slowly sliding fingers up and down my slit, pushing the panties further in. “You are such a slut,” you exclaim. “I have yet to touch you and your pussy is soaking wet. You will have to be punished for that. You will have to be made to suffer for being such a whore.” My face burned with embarrassment, how could I possibly be so turned on by this? Your hands grip the panties, sliding them up and down my slit, hurting as the fabric is moved up and down my tender slit in a sawing motion. “How do you like that, cunt.” I can only moan in reply and beg you to stop. The pain mixed with pleasure makes me almost delirious. You stop and pull the panties in ...
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