1. Nice Things Come in Small Packages


    Date: 11/14/2017, Categories: Dark Fantasy, Bondage and restriction, Rape, Author: Mario Caliente, Rating: 76.9, Source: sexstories.com

    cock was entirely inside her mouth and it was growing. The young woman’s licking action now morphed into a sucking action and my cock became more and more stiff inside her mouth. Her recently freed hands had been dangling in the air as if she did not know what to do with them. She now allowed them to come to rest on my hips. I thrust my pelvis forward sending my ever more rigid phallus into her throat. This caused her to choke momentarily but she rebounded by sucking on it even harder. By now it was once again at full hard. I watched in amazement as the girl’s head bobbed up and down in my lap. She had even taken the base of my cock in her hands and she sucked on the head. She was either digging this, I thought, or else giving the acting performance of a lifetime in the belief that that was her best chance of surviving at the hands of her rapist. Either way, it was extremely erotic. I leaned back against the door of the van and let her work. She had done this before, the little bitch! She knew what she was doing! It was almost as if she had had, shall we say, “professional training”? And once again I was amazed at how quickly I was going to cum. I grasped her by the sides of her head and pulled my cock out of her mouth, a mouth which remained wide open and which received the first squirt of my wad as I came. A second squirt landed higher, striking her between the eyes. There was no third spirt. My testicles were empty from this second ejaculation in a half hour. Sandra ...
    looked me in the eyes as my sperm ran down her face. A good portion of the first spurt now oozed from between lips that she had closed and ran down her chin. Her tongue came out licked up as much of it as the tongue could reach. I could not read the expression in her eyes. I think they were telling me, “There, you bastard, are you satisfied now!?” But I wasn’t sure. Ten minutes later I was still leaning back against the door of the van. Spent. Satiated. After servicing me, Sandra had withdrawn to the opposite end on the van, against the driver’s seat, as far away from me as she could get. Still completely naked, save for the high heels that continued to adorn her small feet, she sat with her back against the back of the driver’s seat, her knees up and together, her arms wrapped around her calves, her hands locked together. She just sat there. Silent. Motionless. Have you ever seen a piranha in an aquarium being fed a live goldfish? I have. Sometimes the piranha is content taking just a bite out of the goldfish initially, with the intention of finishing his meal later. The bite out of the goldfish has not killed the goldfish, but has wounded it in such a way that in cannot really move. It just sits there, alive in the same tank as the piranha. As you’re watching, it’s as if the piranha and the goldfish are ignoring each other during this period until the piranha decides when it’s time to finish business. This is what Sandra reminded me of as she sat there, motionless in the quiet ...