urgently. Her chest jut toward the sky. She was hot, very hot. Mike was loving it.
They were on a road that ran straight for a while. He gave her what she needed and stuffed his hand beneath her panties and started to rub her slit. Her pussy was extremely wet, as Mike imagined it was. He teased her clit with his thumb then shoved two fingers past her gaping folds.
Mmmmmm. Yes! God yes!
She moaned into the ball gag and her thoughts drifted off to the moment she had her first bondage experience. His name was Pierre, or so that was she called him. Jenya never really knew his name. She had met him at a club one night when she had just started selling her body.
They had found an storeroom and he pushed her inside. They kissed recklessly, passionately, more so than just hooker and John. There was something about him that made her swoon. His beautiful face? Chiseled frame? The strength and confidence that emanated from every pore?
He had bent her over a small stack of boxes and removed his belt. He flogged her round, juicy ass lightly. It wasn't hard and rough but enough to make her pussy melt with each gentle spank. When he stopped, she prepared for him to ram his gigantic shaft into her waiting pot but Pierre had other plans.
He used his belt to bind her wrists behind her back, leaving her dangling over the boxes helplessly and open to his every sinful desire. He fucked her in every hole and Jenya loved every scintillating moment.
He would cram his cock into her waiting mouth, burying it down her throat until she gagged through the sucking. Then he would find her dripping cunt and rip into her with the might of a god. Over and over, back and forth he'd fuck her, taking her tight asshole randomly until he came.
Pierre measured and calculated his eruption. He pumped a few loads onto her gaping asshole and cunt. A few more loads on her mouth and cheeks then ended with his steaming jizz sprayed on her back. She never felt more like a whore than that very moment.
After stuffing his softening member back into his pants, he dressed her. Pierre hadn't the decency to clean her off either. Her clothes clung and dampened where his cum covered her body. He kept her wrists bound with his belt and stuffed a wad of fifties into her cleavage.
They left the room and he walked her through the club like the spoils of his latest conquest. His nasty seed dripped from her face onto her chest and the cash. Pierre made sure everyone knew what she was and what they had just done. He left her on the curb outside of the club and she never saw him again.
A sudden stop at a signal light brought Jenya back to reality. Her body throbbed with the pleasure of Mike's finger-fucking. She was going to cum and she knew it was going to feel great. Mike sensed it too and pulled into an alley.
He pulled one side of her bustier down and ravished her erect nipple with his tongue and lips. He pumped the fuck out of her pussy until her gasping hole clenched tightly around his fingers and a flood of molten cream burst from her slit.
Yeah, yeah, yeah! Oh fuck! Cumming so hard! Yes!
"Enjoy that?" Mike asked sarcastically as he withdrew his fingers and smeared her cum on her face. "You are a saucy little whore, aren't you?"
Jenya nodded feverishly. She was and it felt fantastic. She thought perhaps it wasn't so bad that he had discovered her secret the week before. Mike put his car in drive again and continued on their way.
An hour later they arrived at their destination. He helped her from the car and maneuvered her around in front of it. The ground felt soft beneath her feet and she wondered exactly where he had taken her.
"We're here," Mike said as he removed her blindfold.
Jenya's eyes went wide in surprise then she gave him a sultry look. It was perfect. Mike returned the look and smiled.
"Told you you would like it."
Chapter 3: Chained Lust
Jenya eyed the ramshackle barn delightfully. She wondered what awaited her behind the large, termite-bitten
They were on a road that ran straight for a while. He gave her what she needed and stuffed his hand beneath her panties and started to rub her slit. Her pussy was extremely wet, as Mike imagined it was. He teased her clit with his thumb then shoved two fingers past her gaping folds.
Mmmmmm. Yes! God yes!
She moaned into the ball gag and her thoughts drifted off to the moment she had her first bondage experience. His name was Pierre, or so that was she called him. Jenya never really knew his name. She had met him at a club one night when she had just started selling her body.
They had found an storeroom and he pushed her inside. They kissed recklessly, passionately, more so than just hooker and John. There was something about him that made her swoon. His beautiful face? Chiseled frame? The strength and confidence that emanated from every pore?
He had bent her over a small stack of boxes and removed his belt. He flogged her round, juicy ass lightly. It wasn't hard and rough but enough to make her pussy melt with each gentle spank. When he stopped, she prepared for him to ram his gigantic shaft into her waiting pot but Pierre had other plans.
He used his belt to bind her wrists behind her back, leaving her dangling over the boxes helplessly and open to his every sinful desire. He fucked her in every hole and Jenya loved every scintillating moment.
He would cram his cock into her waiting mouth, burying it down her throat until she gagged through the sucking. Then he would find her dripping cunt and rip into her with the might of a god. Over and over, back and forth he'd fuck her, taking her tight asshole randomly until he came.
Pierre measured and calculated his eruption. He pumped a few loads onto her gaping asshole and cunt. A few more loads on her mouth and cheeks then ended with his steaming jizz sprayed on her back. She never felt more like a whore than that very moment.
After stuffing his softening member back into his pants, he dressed her. Pierre hadn't the decency to clean her off either. Her clothes clung and dampened where his cum covered her body. He kept her wrists bound with his belt and stuffed a wad of fifties into her cleavage.
They left the room and he walked her through the club like the spoils of his latest conquest. His nasty seed dripped from her face onto her chest and the cash. Pierre made sure everyone knew what she was and what they had just done. He left her on the curb outside of the club and she never saw him again.
A sudden stop at a signal light brought Jenya back to reality. Her body throbbed with the pleasure of Mike's finger-fucking. She was going to cum and she knew it was going to feel great. Mike sensed it too and pulled into an alley.
He pulled one side of her bustier down and ravished her erect nipple with his tongue and lips. He pumped the fuck out of her pussy until her gasping hole clenched tightly around his fingers and a flood of molten cream burst from her slit.
Yeah, yeah, yeah! Oh fuck! Cumming so hard! Yes!
"Enjoy that?" Mike asked sarcastically as he withdrew his fingers and smeared her cum on her face. "You are a saucy little whore, aren't you?"
Jenya nodded feverishly. She was and it felt fantastic. She thought perhaps it wasn't so bad that he had discovered her secret the week before. Mike put his car in drive again and continued on their way.
An hour later they arrived at their destination. He helped her from the car and maneuvered her around in front of it. The ground felt soft beneath her feet and she wondered exactly where he had taken her.
"We're here," Mike said as he removed her blindfold.
Jenya's eyes went wide in surprise then she gave him a sultry look. It was perfect. Mike returned the look and smiled.
"Told you you would like it."
Chapter 3: Chained Lust
Jenya eyed the ramshackle barn delightfully. She wondered what awaited her behind the large, termite-bitten
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