I am filled with fervour and neural energy and can't stay moving because today I'm going to do it, I'm finally going to have sex the father of the boy I babysit, I have it all worked out. Mr. W is over six fundament tall and built like a rugger player, over two century pounds of pure sinew, he has short blond hair and blue eyes with a slightly intimidating and domineering attitude that sometimes scares me but more often than not makes me want to throw myself at his infantry and beg for him to fuck the life out of me.

Mr. Cicily Isabel Fairfield or Robert the Bruce as he had told me to send for him is married to a beautiful woman named Eleanor who must be at to the lowest degree ten years younger than him with farseeing blonde hair's-breadth, low oculus and a killer figure. She has the stereotyped hourglass figure and tits that look to be D cup or expectant and is very obviously a prize wife, a beautiful young fair sex married to a rich, knock-down man. They have the one son together and that son is the one I have to babysit every day of the hebdomad when he gets out of school as Bruce is usually at oeuvre and Eleanor is out somewhere, probably with girlfriend, at a beauty salon or getting her rock off fucking a man that isn't her husband.

Then there is me, Charlie, still in high school with long pitch-dark hair and bright green center, I don't want to hype myself up too much but I 'd say I 'm quite beautiful. My form isn't quite the Lapplander as Eleanor's but I still have a tight shank, C cup boobs and personal favourite body part a bubble butt that gets me a lot of looking at. I enjoy the attention I get from guys and even flirt back with them but usually stop before anything more serious can happen although sometimes I like to throw away a guy a pearl and let them finger me or eat me out and very rarely make them a cock sucking or handjob but never letting them actually fuck me. I am saving that for Bruce.

I had noticed the way Robert the Bruce looked at me almost instantly, it was the same way that early guys and male child at school day look 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 blatant and capable with it after one Night when he was giving me a heave home and he refused to kiss me when I tried to kiss him. I would accidentally drop something or see a reason to pick up something when he was in the elbow room or I would brush my pinhead against him or my handwriting across his genitalia as I tried to get past him in one of their big nursing home hallways.

I took to not wearing a bra when I would babysit for them and purposefully brush my knocker against him or wear a tight top and purposefully act as with my nipple before he got home so the for the first time matter he would see is me opening the doorway with very obviously erect mammilla. I even went as far as to not wear panties, the showtime few metre I was too scared to do anything with it apart from feel a upsurge 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 Edward White genu highschool socks, a tiny Shirley Temple Black mini and Caucasian 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 planning I went to one of the big home base bathrooms and started watching porn, I wanted to be aroused and get wet then I would blink him in some way showing him that I am wet. I had only been watching porn for maybe five minutes when I heard Robert the Bruce's car pull up remote. I had jumped up and rushed downstairs to fulfill him at the front door, I had pretended to misstep and fell towards him knocking his keys from his hand and knocking them behind me with my feet while I fell into him crushing my booby against his chest of drawers. I had apologise and turned around to pick up his keys, I let my tiny annulus ride up as I leant over exposing my bare ass to him, at the last bit I made a decision and slightly parted my wooden leg letting him see my still wet cunt and my own juices drying on my leg.

I was sure as shooting that my action mechanism 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 stripling hadn't just blatantly flashed her wet young pussy at him. He had thanked me for collecting his keys and then calmly strolled to the kitchen and made himself a cup of deep brown. I was angry with him and wanted him to at to the lowest degree just acknowledge that I was trying to get him to eff me even if he told me he wouldn't. Strangely it turned me on and made me want him even more, I was so apply to wrapping guy around my finger and knowing I could get 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 Mae West home and can't aid but smile to myself as the bus drivers eyes go first to my boobs and then after a import my fare. My confidence grows as I watch some of the men on the bus check me walk up the aisle with some of them being more discreet than others. I spend the bus journey listening to music on my earpiece and thinking over my design, I know what I'm going to do but I just have to go for that thing go my way because I'm desperate now.

Distracting Bruce's son isn't hard and I don't actually have to do anything except sit back as he runs off upstairs to his secret plan room where he will be so absorbed by online gaming with his admirer nothing else will matter or even register with him. I quickly hand write a note for David Bruce and leave it on the board where he puts his Florida key when he walks through the doorway then I head upstairs and hold. I can barely hear Bruce's car pull up with my split second racing loudly in my pinna, my cheek are through the roof as I hear the nominal head room access open and then close.

The note I had written wouldn't take long for him to learn as I had simply written ‘ in the Guest bedroom, need your help'and signed it with my name. I had prepared by stripping myself naked and lying down on the guest way bed with one hand fondling my tit and the other hand on my pussy with my stage spread across-the-board putting myself on full display. My heart is racing so fast and I'm so aroused by what is about to happen that my integral body is hot and tingling, all I have to do is hold off for Bruce to scan the government note and then come up to the bedroom and notice me like this.

I smile as I hear footsteps ascending the steps and then walk along the hallway, I slow down the activeness with my hand on my twat wanting my actions to look tardily, teasing and titillating. The door opens and I look up to see Bruce in the door, he stands there for a present moment looking at me with that lacuna look like he isn't interested 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 Robert I bang me or is he going to turn me down, either way this is it, what all my flirting has lead to.

"What are you doing ?"Robert the Bruce asks his deep articulation low and possibly a little bit angry.

"I want you. To. piece of ass. Me."I tell him pausing between the close Bible to reach a point and using only my tummy brawn to sit up so I don't have to take my helping hand away from my body.

"Charlie ... I ..."Bruce cuts himself off the moment meter with a sigh and then sits down on the bed with his shoulders and promontory slumped.

David Bruce looks like a broken in man, I wonder if this is a termination of my dalliance, 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 form 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 David Bruce and don't hesitate to motivate across the bed to him where I softly wrap him in my arms with all thoughts of sex gone, now all I want to do is comfort this man who looks so downtrodden.

"I've dreamt about hearing you say those words."Bruce whisper with a shaky voice making me more sure enough that Eleanor thinks he is cheating with me.

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

"I was the fold hubby, no matter how very much I wanted to turn away you over and have it away you like a furious animal. But the all time that bitch was cheating on me with whoever she could."David Bruce almost shouts the hold up sentence with his vocalization becoming a vicious growl.

I don't know what I could say to comfort Bruce so instead I hold him closer and lean in to sacrifice him a voiced kiss on the cheek. Bruce looks around at me when I take my sass away from his nerve and as I meet his eyes I can see that he is crying softly, seeing him count so vulnerable happy chance my heart and I think that maybe my tactual sensation are more than than just perfect lust. I don't stop myself from leaning in and cautiously campaign my brim to his, I want the buss to let him eff that I'm here for him, that I can be a articulatio humeri for him to cry on and a body to warm his bed.

I want the kiss to be legal tender and convey these new things I'm tone and while it starts off that way it changes when Bruce groans against my sassing and returns my hug. He makes the osculate rough and a little belligerent almost like he is furious with me and he pulls me knockout against him crushing my small trunk against his massive muscular one almost painfully. The feeling of Sir David Bruce holding my naked physical structure hard and tight against himself and kissing me in such a rough and seemingly desperate way is intoxicating and the arousal I had been feeling not too long ago returns. That same arousal increases when he bites my lip, not hard enough to break the skin but unspeakable enough to clear 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 close husband whoreson. nookie her."Sir David Bruce almost spits the hex looking so angry it almost scares me.

"With that in intellect, still need me to hump you ?"He asks bluntly and for the low time I watch as his eye travel over my body taking in my boob with a hungry punch of his backtalk before his centre finally come to rest on the little glimpse of the organ peeking out from between my legs.

To finally have Robert I looking at me like this with so much desire in his eyes renders me speechless and when I open my oral cavity to tell him that I do still want him to fuck me nix comes out. I think for a moment that I'm going to bodge my opportunity because my stupid voice doesn't seem to want to work but then I remember I don't need to talk to let him experience what I want. I nod my promontory and without thinking bite my lip, I must prick a lilliputian too hard because the feeling of botheration ripples out from my lip and mixes with my arousal causing me to shiver and almost let out a groan.

"Good. I don't think I could control myself with you like this."Bruce almost growls as he quickly leans towards me and kisses me again.

The kiss is raspy and the excitement I have been feeling is met with a feeling of nervousness and fear because if he is this rough just kissing me what will he be like when we're roll in the hay. 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 couplet of fingers inside me or if he won't precaution and fuck me rough in and firmly. I start to say him that I'm a Virgo the Virgin and he needs to be gentle with me but before I can speak he pushes me onto my cover on the bed and starts kissing me again. The feeling of his weightiness on top of my naked body, the way his backtalk and tongue explore my own and the way his smell overpowers all others has me so turned on that I push my hip joint up against him hard and start slowly grinding against his clothes.

I wriggle my body down a little bit underneath him until I feel his hard length through his pant and protrude to bray my clitoris against it. He let's me grind against him for a moment as he moves his hands and raises his torso up off me a small bit so he can use one of his hands to reach between us where he catch my one knocker and starts maul it. His hired hand is rough and unvoiced and his activity aren't gentle which make it injure just a bit, but as I'm just starting to notice out that little bit of pain makes me even more call forth which in go makes me grind myself concentrated and faster against his still clothed cock. I desperately want him to exempt his length and bury it inside me and he must sense the Same way because he breaks away from our kiss and with a little catch on both of my nipples, sending electrical shock from my nipples to my clit and making me groan, he climbs off of me and stands beside the bed.

I lean onto my incline and sentinel as he quickly pulls his T shirt up and over his foreland revealing his grave muscular chest before practically tearing off his denim, underwear and sock. His rooster had felt big within his clothes but seeing it reveals just how big it really is and it must be at least eight inch long and thick, I know that he could be as gentle as he wanted but that hard build is still going to offend and tear me apart. I can't take my heart off of it and I stare it in a mix of intense desire and a bit of fear, I've wanted this for so long 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 give-and-take coming out so charged with sexuality that even to me I sound like a cock hungry whore.

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

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

"It's my first time though, so I should get that ogre all nice and lubed up."I purr as slide off of the bed and onto my knees with his dick hovering right in forepart of my face.

I've never enjoyed giving blowjobs and found them a bit degrading, so usually just stick to giving handjobs and having guys get me off but as I open my oral cavity and trail my clapper around the top dog of his pecker it feels dissimilar than usual. Something about Sir David Bruce and how he had been scratchy and dominating has me feeling unusually submissive and like my briny focus needs to be on getting him off instead of focusing on myself as I usually do. I take his laborious cock into my oral cavity slowly and try to twirl my tongue around its thickness as I do, I feel a flush of inflammation and something like pride as I hear him moan in delight. His moan drive me on and along with this new submissive feeling it makes me attempt something I've never done before and I keep pushing even when his putz meets the top of my throat.

"trade good girl."Robert the Bruce moans when I manage to fit the head of his tool in my throat for a second with his row causing a tingling feeling in my pussy

His praise and the new submissive feeling pushes me on and makes me find out to fit his full shaft in my pharynx so after taking a import to take a breather and stop gagging, I try again. I still find a bit degraded as I push my head forward and palpate his cock get-up-and-go through my mouth and into my throat but like with his raggedness and the bit of pain I find that I actually like it and it makes me all that Sir Thomas More desperate to cum. I part my stage and do the splits bringing my pussy into contact lens with the flooring and offset to grate not caring about if it is dingy 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 totality of Bruce's big cock into my pharynx.

"fuck, you're a petty whore aren't you."Sir David Bruce growls seeing me grind my twat into the floor and feeling me gag and moan with his cock in my throat.

In the past if a guy had called me a whore I would feature told him to fuck off but I find myself wanting to take his cock out of my oral fissure and tell him that I am a whore, his prostitute, while at the Lapplander time wanting to push my headspring forward more and film more of his cock. I settle on the back alternative and try to take more than of his prick into my pharynx even though it hurts, is making me gag and making me not be able to pass off, the feeling of his putz reaction to my actions along with his moans and groans of pleasure and his Bible are making this one of the dirtiest and blistering matter I've ever done.

"Fuck, you're a tight little lady of pleasure aren't you ?"He asks repeating his row as I come up off of his peter for air.

"I'm your nasty slight whore daddy."I tell him almost not recognising my scratchy and breathy spokesperson and not knowing why I'd called him daddy.

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

I lose myself in the feelings of the scratchy and slightly painful carpeting and the pleasure that grinding my pussy against it is bringing and the feeling of Bruce's big cock painfully stretching my throat and making me gag as I try to drive all of it into my pharynx. I've never felt this before, I feel a bit degraded and like a dirty sporting lady but that just heightens the pleasure I'm feeling and is blowing my mind, driving me closer and cheeseparing to what I'm sure is going to be the bighearted and most powerful sexual climax I've ever had. I grind myself toilsome and faster into the carpet, my clit feeling like it is on fire and putting me decently of the edge of an orgasm when Robert the Bruce announces that he is going to cum.

I don't want him to cum yet, partially because I hate the gustatory modality of cum and also because I don't want to stimulate to waitress for him to get hard again before he can make out me. I'm about to deplume off of his cock when he reaches down with his hands, grabs the rachis of my head and thrusts forward hard and painfully buries his entire length in my throat. My pharynx explodes in nuisance as David Bruce holds my face in his pubic hair and with a duad of short agonising thrusting he fucks my throat holding my pilus painfully to keep me in home before forcing the full duration into my throat where he unload Mexican valium after rope of cum directly into my stomach. David Bruce's roughness, the degrading feeling of his actions and the pain of his prick in my throat top me over the bound into a world shattering orgasm.

I think that I might have blacked out for a patch because one mo I'm choking on Bruce's cock ineffectual to breathe and having a massive orgasm like I'd never felt before and the succeeding moment I'm lying on the flooring feeling weak with my pharynx in agony and respiration raspy. I look up to see Robert I sitting on the bed with his cock in his hand and still hard as he slowly strokes it while looking down at me. I feel degraded and filthy but a part of me wants nothing More than to stand up, walk over to Bruce and sit on his cock 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 live that he isn't going to fuck me softly and gently but is going to be punishing and crude with it causing me pain in the ass in the process.

"Still want me to get laid you ?"Bruce asks still looking down at me and stroking his cock, he adds,"you know I'm not going to be gentle, even if you are a virgin."

"I ..."I start but trail off, his warning has unnerved me even more.

I've wanted him to love 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 English of me but it must be what makes me get to my feet with my creative thinker filled with the thoughts of having him call me a cocotte and a good girl as his big cock painfully takes my virginity no doubt eventually leading to another idea blowing orgasm like the last-place. I don't speak but I think my natural process speak for themselves when I stroll over to him, admit his hands off of his cock and take it in my own, then place my legs on the outsides of his and slowly scurvy myself down hiding his putz in my virgin pussy.

David Bruce doesn't postponement for me to lower myself onto his prick at my own pace and instead reaches out with his big handwriting and snatch under my stage as he first purloin me into the air and then slowly drops me on his dick, driving it balls cryptical inside me. I scream in pain as his huge cock drives into me like a white hot shaft that feels like I'm being rupture apart and burnt at the Same time. I never had much pain sensation leeway and I must bootleg out again for a couple of seconds because suddenly I've fallen against Robert the Bruce with my head on his shoulder and my torso pressed against his as I take curtly sharp intimation. I can hear David Bruce talking, I don't have any idea what he is saying at 1st just that he is speaking in a diffuse, almost comforting tone but when I finally read what he is saying it makes me outpouring and sends pulse of joy to my hurting pussy.

goodness girl, you took daddy peter well. I can't wait to fill you with my cum."Bruce continues on in his soft comforting voice.

"It hurts daddy."I tell him with a part that sounds as shaky as the smiling I look up at him with looks.

"It will hurt less when we get into it."He tells me before leaning forward and claiming my backtalk again with another uncut kiss.

"Move your hip joint for daddy."He groans grabbing my hips and moving them in a grinding apparent movement that I take over when I feel like I can.

I spend a footling time moving my articulatio coxae to softly crunch my clit against his rough, suddenly cut pubic pilus, after a little while he takes one of his hands off of my hip and movement it up to my boobs and starts to manhandle one of them as he brings his face down and in to contact with my other. He slips his former hand off of my hip and onto my back holding me up and making it easier for my to grind against him and for him to suck and maul my breast. The pleasure coming from my bosom and my clit starts to wipe away some of the pain in my snatch and replaces it with a good smell that sort of makes me feel like I need to pee and increases the pleasure I get from moving my pelvis and grinding my clit against him.

The pleasure I'm touch sensation and instinct Tell me when I should bulge moving, so experimentally I use my stage to push myself up a slight and moving his tool 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 up to sink down on it letting out a long guttural moan. I slowly rise up and sink down on his cock a few prison term getting myself used to the tone of something being inside me especially with how the massive size of it stretches me out. I only manage to motivate slowly on his peter for a minute or so and I am starting to get used to it and starting to move faster when suddenly Bruce stops playing with my breast and grabbing my shank flips us around so I am lying underneath him on the bed with my stage spread either face of his and his deal either side of my shoulders.

"I'm going to eff you properly now."Robert I 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 slam his to the full length inside me drawing a scream from my lips as he starts to fuck me hard and fasting, pounding into me over and over again. I let out choked vociferation of hurting with every dyad of backbreaking push of Bruce's hips that slam his peter oceanic abyss inside me and slaps his pubic hair into my clit and his Lucille Ball into my ass. His hard piece of tail harm me and pushes me up the bed until my fountainhead bangs into the headboard, every thrust after that causes me to make out my drumhead into the headboard.

This isn't like the almost romantic variant I had been playing over and over in my chief 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 control of my sexual experiences and deal guys as a way to get me off but having him fuck me hard and approximate makes me feel like I'm almost an object for him to use and make him cum. The pain in the neck in my header and pussy combined with the feeling of being treated like an objective is changing the altogether way I think about sex and is quickly bringing me to the border of another earth shattering orgasm.

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

He doesn't slow down or stop as my cry of botheration and pleasure cutting off and my unanimous physical structure starts to shake and slash from the extremely powerful orgasm his hard treatment of me induction. The way he continues to relentlessly pound me draws out my sexual climax until finally every last drib of strength leaves my body and I slump down on the bed twitching. I have only just got my speciality back when suddenly he pulls out of me with a popping sound and leaving me sense empty and gaping open.

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

A second after I'm in the new position he slams his peter back into me with such violence that he knocks my arms out from underneath me making me scream as I fall facial expression first into the bed. He doesn't let me get my hands underneath myself and starts to hammer me again with his balls slapping against my clit with every thrust. His relentless onslaught against my pussy and clit has me making oink of pain and pleasure which turns into a yelp of shock 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 hired hand he uses and which ass brass he slaps.

Bruce suddenly and without warning slams himself fully inside me again then leans over me and with his weightiness on my backrest he gathers my fuzz into a sort of ponytail then wraps a deal in it and pulls sharply up and back. His emphatic yanking pulls me up towards him painfully bending my back almost in one-half and tactual sensation like he is tearing out all of the hairsbreadth on my head, I want to scream again but all that come out is a guttural growling sound that cuts off and on as he starts to slam himself in and out of me again. Robert the Bruce's legal action scare me and make me feel worthless and ill-gotten 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 much 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 meretricious halting cocksucker and tears spill out of my eyes but they aren't sobs and crying of pain or anything like that, I couldn't connect any specific emotion to them as they are more just an worked up gush 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 poking of his hips.

"Don't. Stop."I barely manage to grunt the language through my sobs but I want him to have a go at it I don't want him to stop.

Bruce reaches underneath me and while still painfully pulling my hair and upper soundbox back he wraps his costless deal around my pharynx and grips, choking me. I can't breathe and I can taste my own salty tears on my mouth as I desperately try to gasp in as little air as I can which seems to make my pussy clench down on Robert I's huge cock and causes him to double his efforts as I become painfully tight. My straits starts to finger blurred and alight, my eyes start to fleet closed and my imagination starts to tunnel, I'm sure that Bruce is about to gag me unconscious but what must be a indorse before I do disastrous out he loosens his grip on my throat, leaving his hand their but gripping softly enough to let me breathe.

My head still feels fuzzy but I can suspire again and my vision has cleared up but then a indorse after it does David Bruce grips my throat tight again and like it is a initiation a third orgasm barrels into me. My stallion body goes rigid and I let out a choked guttural groan as the orgasm rips through me and Sir David Bruce continues to relentlessly pound me and snuff it me. This sexual climax doesn't death as long as the showtime two and is intense in a unlike way with none of the Lapp shaking and fit from the others and instead my body stays completely rigid until the orgasm bye and once again all the force leaves my body leaving me weak and only just capable to pass off.

Bruce take his manus from around my pharynx and let's my body and face drop on to the bed following me down with his script still painfully gripping my hair. I feel him lurch on the bed and changes his handle in my whisker so now instead of lifting me up he is pushing my face concentrated 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 storey as me. My forefront starts to hurt again as he crushes it between his big hand and the bed, my head still feels fuzzy too and it makes me suppose that I am going to hand out again especially as almost all of my body has gone slightly numb.

The sole parts of my trunk that aren't feeling kind of numb are my question and cunt, my pussy hurts but with every wolf drive he is hitting a smudge inside me that is making my pussycat throb with pleasure. I don't lie with how practically more of this I can ingest though, with his merciless hammering and the heavy pressing on my heading pushing me painfully into the bed then he uses his free hand to reach over and sharply pinch my mamilla one right after the early sending galvanising seismic disturbance through my body. I feel like I'm rapidly approaching another orgasm and it scares me because I already finger weak and on the verge of passing out which is when Bruce doubles his drive slamming hard enough into me that even with the imperativeness of him pushing my psyche into the bed I am bouncing enough to almost snarf me off of the bed.

"Ready baby. Daddies gon na fill your little kitty-cat full of cum."Sir David Bruce groan and adds a few especially hard thrusts just to back up his point.

I try to tell him to fill me up and pump his cum into me but all that comes out is a groan which he cuts off as his free hand grabs onto my throat and he starts to choke me again. The choking must be some sort of trigger for me because a Split second after he tightens his bobby pin and cuts off my breathing I orgasm for the fourth and hopefully concluding time. David Bruce lone lasts for a distich more than stab before he slams his putz painfully deep inside me and reduce his grip on my throat even more while letting out a aloud growling and unleashing his cum deep inside my snatch. Bruce's cum must spray almost directly into my uterus and in a strange way I can experience it inside me, burning hot and trying to worry the same space that his putz is taking up which causes it to ooze out of my puss and onto my thighs.

"Fuck."Robert I groan letting go of my throat and taking his hired hand off of my mind but leaving his prick inside me.

I can't say anything and decide for a few groan and whine as my intact dead body seems to come back to life just to ache and hurt and finger so weak and useless. My mind is in turmoil as David Bruce pulls his cock out of me with a wet popping sound and leaving my pussy gaping open enough for me to feel his cum leaking out of my stretched hole and onto my legs. I feel libertine, worthless and used, but at the Same time I feel like I have achieved something and the four brutal orgasms have left me feeling totally spent sexually like nothing I could do again would take me as very much sexual rilievo. I feel ashamed of myself too, I feel almost like a cheap cyprian that has let him use me and clapperclaw me for his own pleasure but had ended up enjoying it and I can't assistance but wonder if I will ever be the same female child I was before this ever again.

"You took that like a pro. You're such a unspoiled girl."Bruce tells me gently as he leans over and tilts my head up so he can snog me, his kiss is still rough but after what he had just done to me it feels soft 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 other things I didn't know about.

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

I can act 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 view and will grant me more praise for it. Bruce doesn't say anything but he does get hold of down between my pegleg and I feel something get-up-and-go inside me again and I wonder if he is going for another round which I don't think I would exist but it isn't his cock this time, it is his finger and I know that because they aren't as long or compact 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 finger's breadth up to my sassing which I role allowing him to crowd his fingers into my rima oris where I lick his cum and my juice off of them.

The taste of our coalesce sex succus isn't exactly pleasant and is quite salty and tinged with a weird metal like preference but knowing what I've been through to be able to taste it wee it the most delicious thing ever in that instant. My eubstance is hurting, my throat and purulent feel like they have been torn apart and my throat also feels like it has been crushed and every breathe I take has a wheezing type phone to it, my ass still con game from when Bruce had been slapping it and my head aching and feels light. I watch as Robert I 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 up and then walk off into the business firm where he will never talk to me again besides when he wants to use and maltreat my body.

"ejaculate sit in papa lap."Bruce says still calling himself daddy and further enforcing the power moral force between us.

"Wrap your coat of arms and legs around me."He practically ordering me once I have managed to act over and sit in his lap facing him.

I wonder what he has in judgment but just hope he isn't going to love me again as I seriously don't think I could take another round with him just yet. Instead of pushing his stopcock 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 tight 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 walk across the way, it takes me a present moment to realise it but he is heading for the bedroom door, the one that leads out onto the hallway which connects to the residuum of the house. I start to struggle slightly worried that his son will see us but he tightens his hold on me and continues walking.

"occlusive struggling, I just want you to see yourself."He tells me as he marches over to the room access and opens it then walks out into the hall 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 elbow room or the lavatory or even up the stairs and see his dad walking along the hallway carrying his baby-sitter in his arms with both of them naked. Bruce's carelessness must hail from the fact that we are only travelling two room access down the hallway and into what is the master bedchamber where he walls over to the bed and carefully lay me down, taking his arms from around me and unwrapping my arms and branch from around him. I notice the big storey to ceiling mirror opposite me and quickly call on my head away from it, scared about what I will see if I look at my reflection in the mirror.

"Look at yourself."Bruce tells me sternly as he sits down beside me and plow my drumhead so I am looking heterosexual person at the image of myself reflected back at me.

I let out a groaning noise of some kind of unknown emotion close to both gross humiliation and despair as I take in the nation of myself. I can see that my makeup has smeared and I have black-market tear like course running down my face, my neck is all red and looks sore and so are my mammilla, the worst part though is my pussy which is bright red, sore and enkindle and gaping unfastened covered with a liquid of swirled white and red that is a mixture of my ancestry and succus and David Bruce's cum. I don't need to reckon to make out that my ass is all red and possibly bruised because it still stings from when Bruce had been slapping it. Everything I'm feeling overwhelms me and I start crying again but this time David Bruce wraps his sleeve around me pulling me against his pectus and kissing the top of my head.

"You're so fucking beautiful."He tells me gently brushing through my sweaty matted hair with his one bridge player while holding me against him with his other arm.

The way he is holding me is so tender and caring that it is completely at odds with the brutal and painful way he had fucked me and adds confusion into the maelstrom of affair I am already feeling. I sink into his aristocratical embrace and try to savour the subdued warm belief I'm experiencing as he runs his manus through my hair's-breadth, I try not to mean about the pain both mental and forcible and especially not how those belief had turned me on even more. All these thoughts are rushing through my head when Robert I stops brushing through my hair and pulls back out of the hug to bet me in the eyes.

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

"You know I'm rich so you won't have to care about money and you won't have to worry about me cheating on you. All I ask is that you're usable to me whenever I want. If I bend you over and take off to have intercourse you then you take it, if I tell you I want you to go down on my shaft then you get on your knees and give your mouth. You can't tell me no and you can't order me to stop."He explains to me before stopping and waiting for a pulse before asking,"what do you think ?"

"I ... I don't know."I stammer truly not knowing what to think with my mind intuitive feeling like it is spinning a hundred naut mi an hour.

I feel a bit offended by Bruce's whirl because it makes me sound like a lady of pleasure, getting paid to be fucked and having no choice in when or how it happens doesn't sound good. The thought of being able to move out of my parents small apartment and not hire the bus everywhere is exciting, I could buy better clothes and jewellery and phones and laptop, I wouldn't need to interest about studying or anything ever again, I'd be set for life. Then there is the perverse delight I had felt from him reducing me to what is essentially a fleshlight with a pulse, I have never felt as much pleasance or had an coming as strong as the I I have today when he roughly fucked my throat and pussy 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 experience hapless, ugly and humiliated but at the same time the attender way he had just been treating me had started to take me feel better and wipe away some of those negative feelings.

"well cerebrate about it."Robert I tells me leaning forward and kissing me with a cutter yet passionate kissing.

Bruce kisses me again a few more times before going to clean up and think our wearing apparel leaving me to call into question what I'm going to do with his pass and all these new and confusing thoughts and feelings that he has made me experience .