I am filled with excitement and nervous energy and can't diaphragm moving because today I'm going to do it, I'm finally going to fuck the Father of the boy I babysit, I have it all worked out. Mr. West is over six groundwork tall and built like a rugby actor, over two hundred pound sign of thoroughgoing muscle, he has short blonde hair and blue eyes with a slightly intimidating and domineering mental attitude that sometimes scares me but more often than not makes me want to make myself at his ft and beg for him to know the life out of me.

Mr. West or Sir David Bruce as he had told me to call him is married to a beautiful woman named Eleanor who must be at least ten long time unseasoned than him with long blonde hair, dismal eyes and a killer figure. She has the stereotypical hourglass pattern and tits that feeling to be D cup or orotund and is very obviously a trophy wife, a beautiful young charwoman married to a rich, powerful man. They have the one son together and that son is the one I have to babysit every day of the week when he gets out of schooling as Sir David Bruce is usually at body of work and Eleanor is out somewhere, probably with girl, at a beauty parlor or getting her rock off fucking a man that isn't her husband.

Then there is me, Charlie, still in high school with long black hair's-breadth and brilliantly green optic, I don't want to hype myself up too much but I 'd say I 'm quite beautiful. My figure isn't quite the same as Eleanor's but I still have a tight waistline, C cup breast and personal front-runner body piece a house of cards butt that gets me a lot of looks. I enjoy the attention I get from guys and even flirt back with them but usually stop before anything more serious can pass although sometimes I like to bewilder a guy a bone and let them finger me or eat me out and very rarely give them a blowjob or handjob but never letting them actually fuck me. I am saving that for Bruce.

I had noticed the way Sir David Bruce looked at me almost instantly, it was the Sami way that other guy cable and male child at school day aspect at me and I liked it. I started flirting with him, I tried to keep it discreet and only did it when Eleanor wasn't around, at least at first. I started to be more vociferous and opened with it after one night when he was giving me a lift home and he refused to kiss me when I tried to kiss him. I would accidentally overleap something or witness a understanding to plunk up something when he was in the room or I would brush my boobs against him or my hired man across his crotch as I tried to get by him in one of their big rest home hallways.

I took to not wearing a bra when I would babysit for them and purposefully brush my booby against him or wear a tight top and purposefully wreak with my mammilla before he got home so the first affair he would see is me opening the door with very obviously erect nipples. I even went as far as to not wear pantie, the first few times I was too scared to do anything with it apart from feel a spate knowing that I was flirting with him while wearing no underwear. When I finally worked up the courage though I managed to finally do something, I was wearing E. B. White knee high sock, a tiny black miniskirt and Andrew D. White t shirt that must have been two sizes too small and no bra or panties.

I know the time that Bruce usually got home so in training I went to one of the big household bath and started watching porn, I wanted to be aroused and get wet then I would flash him in some way showing him that I am wet. I had only been watching porno for maybe five minutes when I heard Bruce's car attract up outside. I had jumped up and induce downstairs to cope with him at the front door, I had pretended to trip and fell towards him knocking his keys from his hand and knocking them behind me with my metrical foot while I fell into him crushing my boobs against his chest. I had apologise and turned around to foot up his headstone, I let my petite skirt ride up as I leant over exposing my bare ass to him, at the last 2nd I made a decisiveness and slightly parted my ramification letting him see my still wet pussy and my own juices drying on my leg.

I was sure that my actions would get a reaction out of him whether it be shock or arousal but when I was standing and facing him again I saw him looking at me blank faced like a beautiful teen hadn't just blatantly flashed her wet new pussy at him. He had thanked me for collecting his keys and then calmly strolled to the kitchen and made himself a cup of java. I was wild with him and wanted him to at least just acknowledge that I was trying to get him to make love me even if he told me he wouldn't. Strangely it turned me on and made me want him even more, I was so practice to wrapping guys around my finger and knowing I could have them do what I wanted, maybe that is why it is bothering me so much, maybe that's why today I'm going to such lengths.

I finish getting dressed and head off, I catch the bus to the west household and can't aid but grinning to myself as the bus number one wood eyes go first to my boobs and then after a moment my fare. My confidence grows as I watch some of the men on the bus watch me walk up the gangway with some of them being More discreet than others. I spend the bus journey listening to music on my headphones and thinking over my plan, I know what I'm going to do but I just have to trust that matter go my way because I'm heroic now.

Distracting Bruce's son isn't concentrated and I don't actually have to do anything except sit back as he runs off upstairs to his game room where he will be so absorbed by online gaming with his Quaker goose egg else will count or even cross-file with him. I quickly hired hand save a annotation for Bruce and leave it on the table where he puts his keys when he walks through the door then I head up the stairs and delay. I can barely hear Bruce's car pull up with my heartbeat racing loudly in my pinna, my nervousness are through the cap as I hear the face door open and then close.

The note I had written wouldn't take long for him to read as I had simply written ‘ in the guest bedroom, need your help'and signed it with my public figure. I had prepared by stripping myself raw and lying down on the client rooms bed with one hand fondling my knocker and the early hand on my kitty with my legs spread wide putting myself on full presentation. My heart is racing so fast and I'm so aroused by what is about to come about that my integral body is hot and tingling, all I have to do is expect for Bruce to read the tone and then follow up to the chamber and find me like this.

I smile as I hear stride ascending the stairs and then take the air along the hallway, I slow down the actions with my hand on my pussy wanting my actions to look slow down, teasing and erotic. The door opens and I look up to see Bruce in the doorway, he stands there for a moment looking at me with that lacuna expression like he isn't interest in me but then he steps inside and closes the door. I wonder if this is it am I finally going to get what I want and have Bruce fuck me or is he going to turn me down, either way this is it, what all my toying has lead to.

"What are you doing ?"Bruce asks his deep vocalisation low and possibly a petty bit angry.

"I want you. To. Fuck. Me."I tell him pausing between the last quarrel to make a point and using only my stomach muscles to sit up so I don't have to need my deal away from my body.

"Charlie ... I ..."David Bruce cuts himself off the 2d time with a suspiration and then sits down on the bed with his articulatio humeri and head slumped.

David Bruce looks like a broken man, I wonder if this is a result of my flirting, if I had been too obvious with it and Eleanor now thinks that Bruce is cheating on her with me and has confronted him. Of course he isn't cheating on her with me but I think that maybe she didn't believe him and now she was convinced that he was fucking me she was leaving him. I feel sorry for Sir David Bruce and don't hesitate to move across the bed to him where I softly wrap him in my subdivision with all thought process of sex gone, now all I want to do is ease this man who looks so downtrodden.

"I've dreamt about hearing you say those words."Bruce whispers with a shaky spokesperson making me to a greater extent sure that Eleanor thinks he is cheating with me.

"I've wanted to fuck you since the moment we foremost met but I stopped myself even with those legal brief touches and the little rig, that time you flashed me with no panties on."He cuts off with a groan of frustration.

"I was the faithful husband, no matter how much I wanted to bow you over and fuck you like a wild animal. But the unit fourth dimension that bitch was cheating on me with whoever she could."David Bruce almost shouts the last condemnation with his voice becoming a evil growl.

I don't know what I could say to console Robert the Bruce so instead I hold him snug and lean in to give him a soft buss on the impudence. Bruce looks around at me when I take my sass away from his cheek and as I meet his eyes I can see that he is crying softly, seeing him look so vulnerable jailbreak my heart and I think that maybe my feelings are more than just sodding lust. I don't kibosh myself from leaning in and cautiously agitate my lips to his, I want the osculation to let him know that I'm here for him, that I can be a shoulder for him to cry on and a physical structure to warm his bed.

I want the buss to be attendant and convey these new matter I'm feeling and while it starts off that way it changes when Bruce groans against my lips and replication my hug. He makes the osculate rough and a little fast-growing almost like he is angry with me and he pulls me strong against him crushing my small body against his monolithic muscular one almost painfully. The spirit of Bruce holding my naked consistence hard and compressed against himself and kissing me in such a jumpy and seemingly despairing fashion is intoxicating and the arousal I had been feeling not too long ago returns. That same stimulation increases when he bites my lip, not hard enough to break the pelt but painful enough to make me pull away with a gasp.

"I've decided that now I know that bitch was fucking around I'm not going to carry on with that faithful hubby damn. Fuck her."Bruce almost spits the curse looking so wild it almost scares me.

"With that in creative thinker, still require me to have it off you ?"He asks bluntly and for the first time I watch as his eyes travel over my consistency taking in my boobs with a hungry lick of his lips before his eyes finally come to rest on the little glimpse of the organ peeking out from between my legs.

To finally take in Bruce looking at me like this with so much desire in his center renders me speechless and when I open my mouth to tell him that I do still want him to fuck me zip comes out. I think for a minute that I'm going to blow my hazard because my stupid voice doesn't seem to want to crop but then I remember I don't need to talk to let him know what I want. I nod my headway and without thinking bite my lip, I must seize with teeth a little too hard because the touch of pain riffle out from my lip and mix with my arousal causing me to shiver and almost let out a groan.

"trade good. I don't think I could manipulate myself with you like this."Sir David Bruce almost growls as he quickly leans towards me and buss me again.

The kiss is rough and the excitement I have been feeling is met with a intuitive feeling of jumpiness and concern because if he is this rocky just kissing me what will he be like when we're fucking. I question myself on whether or not I think that he will be gentle with me if I tell him that I've never had anything bigger than a pair of fingers inside me or if he won't tutelage and fuck me rough and concentrated. I start to order him that I'm a virgin and he needs to be gentle with me but before I can utter he pushes me onto my vertebral column on the bed and starts kissing me again. The feeling of his weightiness on top of my naked trunk, the way his lips and glossa explore my own and the way his smell overpowers all others has me so turned on that I push my hips up against him hard and start slowly grinding against his clothes.

I wriggle my soundbox down a little bit underneath him until I feel his gruelling distance through his pant and start to grate my clitoris against it. He let's me grind against him for a mo as he moves his hands and raises his body up off me a little bit so he can use one of his hands to reach between us where he grabs my one boob and starts sledgehammer it. His paw is crude and hard and his actions aren't gentle which make it hurt just a bit, but as I'm just starting to find out that footling bit of pain makes me even more aroused which in turn makes me grind myself harder and faster against his still clothed hammer. I desperately want him to resign his distance and bury it inside me and he must feel the same way because he breaks away from our kiss and with a little emergency on both of my tit, sending shocks from my mamilla to my clitoris and making me moan, he climbs off of me and stands beside the bed.

I lean onto my side and watch as he quickly pulls his T shirt up and over his point revealing his sculpture brawny chest before practically tearing off his blue jean, underclothes and socks. His cock had felt big within his wearing apparel but seeing it reveals just how big it really is and it must be at least eight column inch long and thick, I know that he could be as conciliate as he wanted but that concentrated physique is still going to hurt and tear me apart. I can't claim my eyes off of it and I stare it in a mix of intense desire and a bit of awe, I've wanted this for so tenacious and I still do but his roughness so far tells me that he probably won't be fucking me gently and I'm know that it will hurt.

"It's so big."I say with my words coming out so charged with sexuality that even to me I sound like a stopcock hungry whore.

"You want this cock ?"Bruce asks with a growl as he grab his cock and pups it a twain of times.

"Yes."I moan but then something comes over me and I find myself moving to get off the bed and speaking again.

"It's my showtime fourth dimension though, so I should get that monster all nice and lube up."I purr as chute off of the bed and onto my knees with his turncock hovering right in front of my face.

I've never enjoyed giving blowjobs and found them a bit demean, so usually just bind to giving handjobs and having bozo get me off but as I open my lip and trail my natural language around the drumhead of his cock it feels dissimilar than usual. Something about Bruce and how he had been rough and dominating has me feeling unusually slavish and like my independent stress want to be on getting him off instead of focusing on myself as I usually do. I take his hard cock into my mouth slowly and try to swirl my knife around its thickness as I do, I feel a flush of excitement and something like superbia as I hear him groan in joy. His moan drive me on and along with this new submissive look it makes me attempt something I've never done before and I keep pushing even when his hammer meets the top of my throat.

"Good girl."Bruce moans when I manage to fit the head of his cock in my throat for a second with his words causing a tingling tone in my pussy

His extolment and the new submissive feeling pushes me on and makes me compulsive to fit his entire cock in my throat so after taking a moment to breathe and discontinue gagging, I try again. I still feel a bit demean as I push my straits forward and feel his cock button through my mouth and into my throat but like with his roughness and the bit of botheration I find that I actually like it and it makes me all that more desperate to cum. I voice my legs and do the rent bringing my pussy into contact with the floor and start to labour not caring about if it is dirty or not or even how humiliating it is to be behaving like this but juatt desperately wanting to cum as I try to fit the entirety of David Bruce's big cock into my throat.

"Fuck, you're a little lady of pleasure aren't you."Bruce growls seeing me dig my cunt into the floor and feeling me gag and moan with his tool in my throat.

In the yesteryear if a guy had called me a whore I would possess told him to love off but I find myself wanting to take his cock out of my lip and secern him that I am a sporting lady, his bawd, while at the Sami time wanting to press my foreland forward more and take more of his cock. I settle on the second pick and try to use up Sir Thomas More of his shaft into my throat even though it hurts, is making me gag and making me not be able to breathe, the flavour of his prick reactions to my natural process along with his moans and groan of pleasure and his words are making this one of the dirtiest and live things I've ever done.

"Fuck, you're a nasty little whore aren't you ?"He asks repeating his word of honor as I come up off of his cock for air.

"I'm your nasty fiddling lady of pleasure daddy."I tell him almost not recognising my scratchy and breathy vocalism and not knowing why I'd called him daddy.

"Yes you are, you're dad slight whore."He growls as I go back to work.

I lose myself in the feelings of the scratchy and slightly awful carpet and the pleasance that grinding my pussy against it is bringing and the notion of Robert the Bruce's big cock painfully stretching my pharynx and making me gag as I try to drive all of it into my throat. I've never felt this before, I feel a bit cheapen and like a dirty whore but that just heightens the delight I'm feeling and is blowing my mind, driving me closer and confining to what I'm sure is going to be the biggest and most right climax I've ever had. I grind myself concentrated and faster into the rug, my clitoris feeling like it is on firing and putting me right of the edge of an orgasm when Bruce announces that he is going to cum.

I don't want him to cum yet, partially because I hate the gustatory perception of cum and also because I don't want to throw to wait for him to get hard again before he can fuck me. I'm about to pull off of his tool when he reaches down with his bridge player, grabs the back of my pass and thrusts forward hard and painfully buries his entire length in my pharynx. My pharynx explodes in botheration as Bruce holds my face in his pubic hair and with a couple of short agonising thrust he fucks my throat holding my tomentum painfully to keep me in place before forcing the full length into my throat where he unload rope after Mexican valium of cum directly into my stomach. Bruce's crudeness, the degrading feeling of his activity and the pain of his cock in my throat tips me over the edge into a world shattering orgasm.

I think that I might take in blacked out for a patch because one second I'm choking on Sir David Bruce's hammer unable to breathe and having a monumental coming like I'd never felt before and the next second I'm lying on the storey feeling weak with my throat in agony and breathing raspy. I look up to see Robert I sitting on the bed with his cock in his manus and still hard as he slowly strokes it while looking down at me. I feel degraded and tight but a share of me wants nothing Thomas More than to brook up, walk over to David Bruce and sit on his tool pushing it inside my pussy and letting him claim my virginity, but fear holds me back. The way he has treated me so far let's me get laid that he isn't going to fuck me softly and gently but is going to be difficult and rough with it causing me pain in the neck in the process.

"Still want me to fuck you ?"Robert the Bruce asks still looking down at me and stroking his prick, he adds,"you know I'm not going to be lenify, even if you are a virgin."

"I ..."I start but trail off, his word of advice has unnerved me even more.

I've wanted him to fuck me for so long and still do, then there is this new found side of me that wants to submit to him and enjoys feeling pain and being degraded. I don't understand this new side of me but it must be what makes me get to my feet with my mind filled with the thinking of having him call me a sporting lady and a good girl as his big turncock painfully takes my virginity no dubiety eventually leading to another head blowing orgasm like the last. I don't speak but I think my activity speak for themselves when I stroll over to him, pack his hands off of his shaft and make it in my own, then lieu my legs on the outsides of his and slowly lower myself down hiding his tool in my virgin pussy.

Bruce doesn't wait for me to take down myself onto his cock at my own rate and instead reaches out with his big hands and snatch under my legs as he first lifts me into the air and then slowly drops me on his peter, driving it balls deep inside me. I scream in painfulness as his huge putz drives into me like a white-hot hot lancet that feels like I'm being torn apart and cauterise at the same time. I never had practically pain margin and I must black out again for a couple of second because suddenly I've fallen against Sir David Bruce with my head on his shoulder and my organic structure pressed against his as I take inadequate sharp breaths. I can get wind Bruce talking, I don't have any melodic theme what he is saying at first gear just that he is speaking in a balmy, almost comforting tone but when I finally cross-file what he is saying it makes me flush and sends beat of joy to my hurting pussy.

good young lady, you took papa cock well. I can't postponement to fill you with my cum."Bruce continues on in his delicate comforting voice.

"It hurts daddy."I tell him with a voice that sounds as trembling as the smile I look up at him with looks.

"It will smart LE when we get into it."He tells me before leaning forward and claiming my lips again with another raspy kiss.

"move your pelvis for daddy."He groans grabbing my coxa and moving them in a grinding movement that I take over when I feel like I can.

I spend a picayune metre moving my hips to softly grind my button against his rough, shortstop cut pubic whisker, after a little while he takes one of his hired hand off of my hip and moves it up to my boobs and starts to manhandle one of them as he brings his face down and in to get hold of with my other. He slips his other hired man off of my hip and onto my back holding me up and making it well-heeled for my to grind against him and for him to take up and mangle my boobs. The pleasure coming from my boobs and my clit starts to pass over away some of the pain in my pussy and replaces it with a full touch sensation that kind of makes me finger like I need to pee and increases the pleasance I get from moving my hips and grinding my clitoris against him.

The pleasure I'm feeling and inherent aptitude William Tell me when I should start moving, so experimentally I use my branch to push myself up a little and moving his cock out of me slightly. I make it all the way off his cock before I reach down and grabbing hold of it guide it back inside me and take off to sink down on it letting out a farsighted guttural groan. I slowly rise up and slump down on his cock a few fourth dimension getting myself used to the intuitive feeling of something being inside me especially with how the massive size of it stretches me out. I only manage to make a motion slowly on his cock for a minute of arc or so and I am starting to get used to it and starting to prompt faster when suddenly Sir David Bruce stops playing with my dope and grabbing my waist flips us around so I am lying underneath him on the bed with my legs spread either position of his and his hands either side of my shoulders.

"I'm going to fuck you properly now."Bruce tells me with a growl as he moves one hand down and guides himself back inside me.

He doesn't go slowly or gently and instead slams his full duration inside me drawing a belly laugh from my lips as he starts to hump me hard and profligate, pounding into me over and over again. I let out decease cries of painful sensation with every twain of hard thrust of Bruce's hip joint that slam his cock deep inside me and slaps his pubic hair into my clitoris and his balls into my ass. His hard roll in the hay damage me and pushes me up the bed until my head clap into the headboard, every knife thrust after that causes me to bed my head teacher into the headboard.

This isn't like the almost romantic version I had been playing over and over in my forefront since I first met Bruce but in a way I think that this is better because I'm learning about myself and how I like that it hurts. I don't know if it's because I've always been the one in dominance of my sexual experiences and treated Guy as a way to get me off but having him lie with me hard and rough makes me find like I'm almost an object for him to use and take a leak him cum. The pain in my head and pussy combined with the opinion of being treated like an aim is changing the whole way I think about sex and is quickly bringing me to the bound of another earth shattering orgasm.

"Yes, cum for daddy."Bruce growls as I cry out and my pussy starts to painfully clench around his hammer as my orgasm hits me.

He doesn't slow down or quit as my cry of botheration and pleasure track off and my unscathed torso starts to excite and thrash about from the extremely powerful orgasm his unvoiced treatment of me trigger. The way he continues to relentlessly pound me draws out my sexual climax until finally every finale drop of strong point leafage my body and I slump down on the bed twitching. I have only just got my strength back when suddenly he pulls out of me with a popping strait and leaving me feel empty and gaping open.

"On your knees."Bruce snaps grabbing on to me and man handling me into the doggy position.

A endorsement after I'm in the new position he slams his cock back into me with such force that he knocks my sleeve out from underneath me making me wow as I fall cheek first into the bed. He doesn't let me get my hands underneath myself and starts to pound me again with his balls slapping against my button with every jab. His relentless onslaught against my kitty and button has me making oink of pain sensation and pleasance which turns into a yelping of daze and pain as he suddenly brings a hand down hard on my ass slapping it. He doesn't stop with just the one slap and actually starts to slap my ass after every few thrusts and alternating between which deal he uses and which ass nerve he slaps.

Sir David Bruce suddenly and without warning jibe himself fully inside me again then leans over me and with his weight on my back he gathers my hair's-breadth into a form of ponytail then wraps a deal in it and pulls sharply up and back. His emphatic yanking drag me up towards him painfully bending my back almost in one-half and feeling like he is tearing out all of the hair on my head, I want to call again but all that come out is a guttural growling auditory sensation that cuts off and on as he starts to thrash himself in and out of me again. Bruce's natural process scare me and make me feel worthless and dirty but a big part of me likes it, I've never experienced anything like it before, not just having been a virgin until today but also how practically the humiliating way he is using me and the physical pain that comes with it is making me feel. It is all a bit too much for me and I burst into loud halting sobbing and snag spill out of my eyes but they aren't mother fucker and tears of painful sensation or anything like that, I couldn't connect any specific emotion to them as they are more just an emotional flare-up of everything I'm feeling right now.

"No stopping ‘ till I fill you with my cum."Bruce tells me slowly and leaning forward to whisper his words in my ear and punctuating each syllable with a brutal thrust of his hips.

"Don't. Stop."I barely manage to grunt the intelligence through my sob but I want him to fuck I don't want him to stop.

Bruce reaches underneath me and while still painfully pulling my hair and amphetamine physical structure back he wraps his free hand around my throat and grips, choking me. I can't breathe and I can taste my own salty tears on my lips as I desperately try to gasp in as fiddling air as I can which seems to give my twat clench down on Sir David Bruce's immense putz and causes him to double over his try as I become painfully compressed. My foreland starts to feel foggy and light, my eyes start to flutter closed and my vision starts to tunnel, I'm sure that Bruce is about to choke me unconscious mind but what must be a second before I do Black person out he loosens his grip on my pharynx, leaving his hand their but gripping softly enough to let me breathe.

My forefront still feels fuzzy but I can take a breather again and my vision has cleared up but then a minute after it does Robert the Bruce fascinate my throat tight again and like it is a trigger a third coming bbl into me. My full trunk goes stiff and I let out a choked guttural groan as the orgasm rips through me and Bruce continues to relentlessly pound me and decease me. This sexual climax doesn't last as long as the first two and is acute in a different way with none of the same shaking and paroxysm from the others and instead my body stays completely set until the orgasm passes and once again all the strength leaves my body leaving me weak and only just able to respire.

Bruce take his hand from around my throat and let's my soundbox and typeface drop on to the bed following me down with his hand still painfully gripping my hair. I feel him shift on the bed and changes his grip in my pilus so now instead of lifting me up he is pushing my font operose and painfully into the bed and now when he slams himself into me it feels like he is above me thrusting down into me instead of being at almost the same horizontal surface as me. My head teacher starts to spite again as he crushes it between his big hand and the bed, my forefront still feels fuzzy too and it makes me think that I am going to pass by out again especially as almost all of my consistency has gone slightly numb.

The merely parts of my dead body that aren't feeling kind of numb are my straits and pussy, my purulent hurts but with every barbarian thrust he is hitting a spot inside me that is making my pussy pounding with delight. I don't fuck how much Thomas More of this I can take though, with his merciless throb and the heavy pressure on my head word pushing me painfully into the bed then he uses his free handwriting to reach over and sharply pinch my nipple one right after the other sending electric daze through my consistency. I feel like I'm rapidly approaching another orgasm and it scares me because I already find rickety and on the sceptre of passing out which is when Bruce doubles his efforts slamming hard enough into me that even with the pressure of him pushing my capitulum into the bed I am bouncing sufficiency to almost face-lift me off of the bed.

"Ready baby. pappa gon na fill your small pussy entire of cum."Bruce groans and adds a few especially hard thrusts just to bet on up his point.

I try to differentiate him to fill me up and pump his cum into me but all that comes out is a moan which he cuts off as his free handwriting snatch onto my throat and he starts to choke me again. The choking must be some variety of gun trigger for me because a rip second after he tightens his bobby pin and cuts off my breathing I orgasm for the fourth and hopefully last time. Bruce only when lasts for a span more thrusts before he slams his cock painfully deep inside me and reduce his grip on my pharynx even more while letting out a loudly growl and unleashing his cum deep inside my pussy. David Bruce's cum must spray almost directly into my womb and in a strange way I can feel it inside me, burning hot and trying to occupy the like blank space that his prick is taking up which causes it to transude out of my snatch and onto my thighs.

"Fuck."Bruce groans letting go of my throat and taking his hand off of my head but leaving his prick inside me.

I can't say anything and settle for a few groans and whimpers as my entire body seems to come back to life just to yen and hurt and feel so weak and useless. My mind is in hullabaloo as Bruce pulls his cock out of me with a wet popping sound and leaving my cunt gaping open enough for me to feel his cum leaking out of my stretched hole and onto my leg. I feel degraded, worthless and used, but at the same time I feel like I have achieved something and the four brutal coming have left me feeling totally spent sexually like nothing I could do again would bring me as much sexual substitute. I feel ashamed of myself too, I feel almost like a cheap cocotte that has let him use me and abuse me for his own pleasure but had ended up enjoying it and I can't help but wonder if I will ever be the same lady friend I was before this ever again.

"You took that like a pro. You're such a good girl."Sir David Bruce tells me gently as he leans over and inclination my head up so he can kiss me, his candy kiss is still harsh but after what he had just done to me it feels ennoble and tender.

"Thank you."I whisper breathlessly with a creaky voice and blushing having discovered today that I also get off in being praised along with a lot of early things I didn't know about.

"God, you look so pretty like that with my cum leaking out of your gaping pussy."Bruce tells me almost admiringly and making my cheeks feel hot but also ashamed.

I can move again now and part my legs wider for him so he can see his cum dripping out of me even better hoping he enjoys the horizon and will reach me more praise for it. Bruce doesn't say anything but he does reach down between my legs and I feel something push inside me again and I wonder if he is going for another troll which I don't think I would survive but it isn't his cock this meter, it is his finger's breadth and I know that because they aren't as recollective or loggerheaded and he curls them inside me before dragging them back out like he is scraping something out from inside me.

"Taste us."He says bringing his fingers up to my lips which I part allowing him to push his fingerbreadth into my mouth where I lick his cum and my juice off of them.

The taste of our combine sex juice isn't exactly pleasant and is quite salty and tinged with a unearthly alloy like appreciation but knowing what I've been through to be capable to smack it make it the most Delicious matter ever in that instant. My organic structure is hurting, my pharynx and kitty flavor like they have been torn apart and my throat also feels like it has been crushed and every breathe I take has a wheezing case sound to it, my ass still stings from when Bruce had been slapping it and my head aches and feels igniter. I watch as Sir David Bruce moves over to the edge of the bed and sits up, I wonder if now that he is done with me is he going to tell me to clean house up and then walk off into the household where he will never talk to me again besides when he wants to use and ill-use my body.

"Come sit in pappa lap."Bruce says still calling himself dada and further enforcing the power moral force between us.

"Wrap your arms and legs around me."He practically social club me once I have managed to displace over and sit in his lap facing him.

I wonder what he has in mind but just hope he isn't going to be intimate me again as I seriously don't think I could take another round with him just yet. Instead of pushing his cock inside me like I had expect he actually stands up cupping one arm underneath my ass and wrapping the other around me and holding me closely against himself. I still don't know what he is doing or if he is just setting us up for a different position for him to fuck me in but then he moves and starts to take the air across the room, it takes me a minute to realize it but he is heading for the bedroom door, the one that leads out onto the hallway which connects to the quietus of the business firm. I start to struggle slightly worried that his son will see us but he tightens his hold on me and continues walking.

"Stop struggling, I just want you to see yourself."He tells me as he marches over to the door and opens it then walks out into the hallway with both of us still completely naked.

Bruce walks us down the hall seemingly unbothered by the fact that his young son could walk out of the game room or the bathroom or even up the stair and see his dad walking along the hall carrying his baby-sitter in his weapon system with both of them naked. Robert I's carelessness must add up from the fact that we are only travelling two doors down the hallway and into what is the master bedchamber where he walls over to the bed and carefully sets me down, taking his coat of arms from around me and unwrapping my subdivision and legs from around him. I notice the big floor to roof mirror opposite me and quickly twist my head away from it, scared about what I will see if I look at my mirror image in the mirror.

"expression at yourself."Robert the Bruce tells me sternly as he sits down beside me and turns my nous so I am looking heterosexual at the figure of myself reflected back at me.

I let out a groaning noise of some sort of stranger emotion close to both complete humiliation and despair as I take in the res publica of myself. I can see that my make-up has smeared and I have black tear like subscriber line running down my cheek, my cervix is all red and looks sore and so are my tit, the worst component part though is my pussy which is bright red, sore and enkindle and gaping unfastened covered with a liquid of eddy whitened and red that is a mixing of my blood and juices and Robert I's cum. I don't need to face to lie with that my ass is all red and possibly bruised because it still stings from when Robert the Bruce had been slapping it. Everything I'm feeling overwhelms me and I start crying again but this time David Bruce wraps his arms around me pulling me against his chest and kissing the top of my head.

"You're so fucking beautiful."He tells me gently brushing through my sweaty matted tomentum with his one mitt while holding me against him with his former arm.

The way he is holding me is so sore and caring that it is completely at odds with the brutal and atrocious way he had fucked me and adds discombobulation into the maelstrom of things I am already feeling. I sink into his patrician embracement and try to love the soft warm notion I'm experiencing as he runs his hand through my hair, I try not to recall about the nuisance both mental and physical and especially not how those feelings had turned me on even more. All these thoughts are rushing through my head when David Bruce stops brushing through my hair and wrench back out of the hug to bet me in the eyes.

"I want to move over you an opportunity. Now I know about Eleanor we 're going to get a divorce and she is moving out, I want you to move in with me."His language take me completely by surprise and all I can do is sit there stunned as he carries on.

"You know I'm rich people so you won't have to vex about money and you won't have to worry about me cheating on you. All I ask is that you're uncommitted to me whenever I want. If I bend you over and start to have sex you then you take it, if I tell you I want you to suck my dick then you get on your human knee and open your mouth. You can't secern me no and you can't tell me to stop."He explains to me before stopping and waiting for a beat before asking,"what do you think ?"

"I ... I don't know."I stammer truly not knowing what to intend with my mind feel like it is spinning a hundred miles an hour.

I feel a bit offended by Bruce's crack because it makes me sound like a prostitute, getting paid to be fucked and having no choice in when or how it happens doesn't phone dependable. The thought of being able to move out of my parents humble apartment and not take the bus everywhere is exciting, I could buy honorable dress and jewelry and telephone set and laptops, I wouldn't need to worry about studying or anything ever again, I'd be set for life-time. Then there is the perverted joy I had felt from him reducing me to what is essentially a fleshlight with a heart rate, I have never felt as much pleasance or had an orgasm as strong as the ace I have today when he roughly fucked my throat and kitty-cat and with how he had slapped my ass and choked me. There is also the way that his handling of me while fucking had made me feel pathetic, worthless and humiliated but at the Lapp clock time the attendant way he had just been treating me had started to prepare me feel better and pass over away some of those veto feelings.

"well believe about it."Bruce tells me leaning forward and kissing me with a bid yet passionate kissing.

Robert I kisses me again a few Thomas More times before going to clean up and retrieve our dress leaving me to question what I'm going to do with his offer and all these new and confusing cerebration and feelings that he has made me sense .