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Authors: Sarah Kate
Tags: erotical thriller, erotica abusive relationships, dark erotica sex, erotica explicit abduction sex, dark sexual thriller
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he held her firmly, his right hand passed over her stomach and slowly approached her pussy.
Her back was dry against his chest, but her front was wet with the hot blast of water. He fondled her, nestling his face in her hair. “Does that feel nice?” he said. “You’ve got a beautiful body.” His hand slid up her stomach and squeezed her breast, plucked at the nipple, then glided back down between her thighs. He was leaning heavily on her. They both were stooping a bit, while he dipped his middle finger inside and sawed it in and out. His breath shuddered on her shoulder. She stood absolutely silent while he was molesting her. In some small way she was just happy to be in front of that comforting spray of warm water.
He stood very quietly, feeling her up, kissing her a bit here and there. He got the soap and rubbed it over her. It smelled like him, but at least it smelled clean. When he got her to face him, he hugged her tightly. He licked and bit her cheek, sucking the water off her skin, then kissed her mouth greedily. He had an erection but for some reason didn’t get her to do anything with it.
“Wash me,” he said, giving her the soap. He got under the water stream, then made her lather the soap all over him. He pushed her hand down to his dick and forced her to wash and massage at the same time. Then he turned and put his hands up on the shower tiles for her to do his back. She scrubbed all over his broad shoulders and down to his buttocks. “Rub my back,” he said.
He bent his head as she massaged his shoulders and ran her hands down and over the lines of his back. He became very relaxed, sighing. Without turning, he took one of her hands and brought it around to his mouth. He spat on her finger and said, “Stick it up my asshole.”
Her stomach was tense. She reluctantly put her fingers between his buttocks and locating the tight hole, pushed her finger in a little way. He made a sound and spread his legs further pushing out his rear. She could feel the little muscles around the rim gripping and throbbing as if trying to pull her finger up and push it out at the same time. Easing it up, her finger glided all the way up to the knuckle. He made an even louder, deeper sound, and told her to move her finger in and out like she would with her pussy. While she did that he got her to wank on him with her other hand. She had done this before with her boyfriend. But with Cameron it was exciting and erotic. With this man it was depraved and degrading. In a moment he groaned like a goaded bull, and his kneels buckled under him. She could feel his ass contracting and pulsing around her finger, and spurts of come shot out his dick over the tiles. He leaned against them, too weak to move. She waited behind him, not daring to move.
He swiped some of his semen off with his finger, and rubbed it around her pussy and pushed it inside. She gripped his hand with her hand, as if she could stop him. But she didn’t even try. She knew what would happen if she did. Once or twice he stopped and tried to get his prick into her standing up, but didn’t work.
After her shower she didn’t want to get back on the dirty mattress, but that’s exactly where she went.
“Can I put my clothes on?” she asked.
“But I prefer you this way, Nicole. You’re a real woman now, probably for the first time in your life, because you’ve had a real man. My dick’s been inside you—my come’s been inside you—my come is still inside you.”
He got her to lie on her belly with her bottom sticking up. Her face was pressed into the mattress, and she licked her lips and blinked rapidly. She was nervous because it was such an extremely vulnerable posture. She didn’t trust him.
“I love this position,” he said, running his hands up and down her inner thighs, touching her pussy lips with his knuckles. He rubbed his hands over her waist, hips and sides, playing with her ass cheeks—squeezing them, pushing them together, spreading
Her back was dry against his chest, but her front was wet with the hot blast of water. He fondled her, nestling his face in her hair. “Does that feel nice?” he said. “You’ve got a beautiful body.” His hand slid up her stomach and squeezed her breast, plucked at the nipple, then glided back down between her thighs. He was leaning heavily on her. They both were stooping a bit, while he dipped his middle finger inside and sawed it in and out. His breath shuddered on her shoulder. She stood absolutely silent while he was molesting her. In some small way she was just happy to be in front of that comforting spray of warm water.
He stood very quietly, feeling her up, kissing her a bit here and there. He got the soap and rubbed it over her. It smelled like him, but at least it smelled clean. When he got her to face him, he hugged her tightly. He licked and bit her cheek, sucking the water off her skin, then kissed her mouth greedily. He had an erection but for some reason didn’t get her to do anything with it.
“Wash me,” he said, giving her the soap. He got under the water stream, then made her lather the soap all over him. He pushed her hand down to his dick and forced her to wash and massage at the same time. Then he turned and put his hands up on the shower tiles for her to do his back. She scrubbed all over his broad shoulders and down to his buttocks. “Rub my back,” he said.
He bent his head as she massaged his shoulders and ran her hands down and over the lines of his back. He became very relaxed, sighing. Without turning, he took one of her hands and brought it around to his mouth. He spat on her finger and said, “Stick it up my asshole.”
Her stomach was tense. She reluctantly put her fingers between his buttocks and locating the tight hole, pushed her finger in a little way. He made a sound and spread his legs further pushing out his rear. She could feel the little muscles around the rim gripping and throbbing as if trying to pull her finger up and push it out at the same time. Easing it up, her finger glided all the way up to the knuckle. He made an even louder, deeper sound, and told her to move her finger in and out like she would with her pussy. While she did that he got her to wank on him with her other hand. She had done this before with her boyfriend. But with Cameron it was exciting and erotic. With this man it was depraved and degrading. In a moment he groaned like a goaded bull, and his kneels buckled under him. She could feel his ass contracting and pulsing around her finger, and spurts of come shot out his dick over the tiles. He leaned against them, too weak to move. She waited behind him, not daring to move.
He swiped some of his semen off with his finger, and rubbed it around her pussy and pushed it inside. She gripped his hand with her hand, as if she could stop him. But she didn’t even try. She knew what would happen if she did. Once or twice he stopped and tried to get his prick into her standing up, but didn’t work.
After her shower she didn’t want to get back on the dirty mattress, but that’s exactly where she went.
“Can I put my clothes on?” she asked.
“But I prefer you this way, Nicole. You’re a real woman now, probably for the first time in your life, because you’ve had a real man. My dick’s been inside you—my come’s been inside you—my come is still inside you.”
He got her to lie on her belly with her bottom sticking up. Her face was pressed into the mattress, and she licked her lips and blinked rapidly. She was nervous because it was such an extremely vulnerable posture. She didn’t trust him.
“I love this position,” he said, running his hands up and down her inner thighs, touching her pussy lips with his knuckles. He rubbed his hands over her waist, hips and sides, playing with her ass cheeks—squeezing them, pushing them together, spreading
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