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Kiss me." He demanded sternly. She complied and he felt himself growing harder. Straddling her neck, he held his large, stiff cock, flicking it over her tight lips, letting the glistening pre-cum coat them. She had turned her face away and he drew it back with one finger on her chin. Catching her eye he said, "Suck it. Nicely. If you fuck up, you will be sorry. Understand?" She nodded looking defeated and he pushed his erection between her lips. He sighed with pleasure as she started to suck him in horse sex stories.
"Harder. Use your tongue," he directed, rocking his pelvis so that his cock moved in and out of her mouth. The pressure increased and he felt her tongue smoothing over his large head. He rolled his eyes enjoying the blow job. His cock started to harden and pulse as the cum collected. He looked down at the girl sucking him. Her face was contorted around the ample thickness of his flesh. Her eyes squeezed shut leaked tears as he thrust the whole seven inches down her throat, his balls hitting her chin. She gagged and coughed around him and he gritted his teeth trying to control the urge he had to dump his load down her throat. He pulled out.
"Good." He breathed raggedly and lent down to kiss her again. He badly wanted to get his cock in her. He could still taste her on his tongue, creamy sweet. First he wiggled down lower on her torso and sucked up one light brown nipple then the other till they were hard knobs beneath his tongue. He lightly bit one watching her flinch and bite her lip, then he bit the other one harder, harder until she yelped and tried to push him away with her free hand. He grabbed her by the wrist, violently yanking her arm sideways, bending it backwards painfully. Her eyes widened with the unexpected pain and she shook her head, pleading with him through wet, swollen eyes.
"Don’t fuck up Sara." He threatened and then let go of her arm. She whimpered and lay still, eyes staring vacantly.
"Come on, I want you to enjoy this." It was a direction. She glared at him. "Yes. Enjoy it. I want to hear you moan when I fuck you."
He took his cock in his hand as he crept over her, pushing her thighs apart with a knee. He guided the head between the tight lips of her pussy. He pushed his hips forward plunging his cock easily up into her warm, wet cunt. She felt tight and hot and he almost lost it the moment he pushed into her.
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"Move!" He growled as she lay there immobilized. She reluctantly started to move her pelvis in rhythm with his. He started to bang and grind into her, slamming her with his body. Her breast jiggled with each pounding thrust.
"Wrap your thighs around me." John directed enjoying the engulfing warmth of her pussy around his cock. Enjoying knowing he could make this girl do whatever he wanted. It was the power of this kind of fucking that made it so good. When she submitted, he grinned and felt his cock grow even harder. It was hard and tight, growing bigger inside her by the moment. He grabbed her legs pushing them backwards, bending them back over her chest and holding her ankles while his cock remained embedded to the hilt. He looked down to see it stuck between her swollen pussy lips, they stretched around his shaft. It was an even better angle and he fucked her hard and aggressively, not looking at her now, enjoying the ubiquitous thrill of having his cock in a pussy - any pussy, any unwilling pussy.
"Moan, and tell me you enjoy it." He told her. A small mewing sound escaped her lips. He gripped her ankles harder, his fingers biting painfully into her flesh. "Tell me you enjoy it." He hissed.
"I … enjoy it." Her voice was small, empty, tearful. He threw back his head and pounded her hard, controlling his need to come. Always able to control himself for a long time, he could fuck for hours if he wanted, but there would be more later. Her helpless, reluctant movements engorged him further and he let himself feel the beginning bursts of orgasm. The first wave of come, pumped deep into her cunt, but he wanted to see it so he withdrew mpg. In awe he watched as a second wave of spume squirted over her outer pussy lips and onto the backs of her thighs and over her abdomen. He always marveled at the amount he could produce in one sitting. She was quiet now, staring at him coldly as she watched his face contort with orgasm and his cum drip down her sides, drying and coagulating on her skin. When he opened his eyes he didn’t look at her, simply dropped her legs and moved away from the bed and got dressed, leaving her covered with his cum, like a disposed rag. She tried to catch his eye but he refused to look at her and it was then she knew he had lied. What had she expected?
"She’s all yours." He said quietly to the two other men who had been watching the rape. Something flipped in her head and she was suddenly furiously angry and she screamed and heard herself swear and yell.
"Fucker! You fucking LIED to me!" She screamed again. It was a long, agonizing hoarse sound as she twisted and kicked and pulled hopelessly at the restraint on her right wrist. Something inside her knew it was futile but like a cornered animal she knew she wouldn’t go down without a fight. John didn’t even turn when she started screaming, but the other two were grinning knowingly. They’d seen it before. She crouched by the bed head and scrabbled with the restraint trying to work out with one hand how to undo the complicated catches. Ian frowned at her as he came nearer the bed. She balled her free hand up in a fist and threw a flailing punch. He dodged her blow easily. As he came nearer she flipped onto her back and began kicking him with all her might. Her legs were strong and she twisted around and around so he couldn’t get a grip on her. She was yelling and struggling. The big man Ian, was fighting to still her legs and reattach the shackles. Sam was laughing and hooting, watching the antics from the other side of the room. He gave up when she managed to rip his face with her nails, they made three bright red slashes on his cheek. He swore and hit her hard with his fist. The pain when he hit her face was intense and she felt dizzy and almost fainted, lying still in shock story.
Ian quickly clambered out of his clothes, unzipping his jeans and awkwardly pulling them off over his boots. He left the boots and his sweater on and sat on the bed pulling at his erect cock. When he moved toward her Sara felt a bolt of fury and began to struggle and moan clutching her throbbing face where he’d hit her. Her legs were still free and she kicked at Ian as he tried to move over her on the bed. He dodged the kicks and her flailing arm and used the weight of his body and a knee on her thigh to still her while he crawled on top of her. He was solid and flabby, his body smelled like sweat and beer, he was too big to struggle against effectively. His pudgy face loomed over her and he leaned forward breathing hard and tried to kiss her. She squealed and tried to move her face away in disgust, but he persisted sucking her cheeks, slobbering on her face until he connected to her mouth and shoved his tongue in. She fought and squirmed under him.
"Yeah, keep moving, slut. I like it that way." He told her with a slobbering grin. "You want another bruise for the other side of your face?" He had forced her thighs apart with his knee and now had her pinned spread-eagled underneath his substantial bulk. With one arm he reached up and wrestled her other wrist back into the restraint so that both arms were tethered up over her head again.
She could feel his cock pushing against her opening. He moved to guide himself into her and she squirmed furiously and spat on his face. He wiped it off and leered at her and then pushed her face to one side with a heavy hand. He leaned in and sucked on her neck as he found her tight pussy opening and then pushed himself easily inside. She was wet from John’s cum. Ian’s cock wasn’t as big as John’s but he fitted snugly inside her. His cock strained in appreciation, it felt tight and throbbed pleasurably as he began to fuck her with a slow driving intensity. Every thrust was like an attack, he thought. Video sales : asian and danish bestialities! "You like it, huh? You like getting your cunt fucked?" He taunted, whispering and sticking his tongue in her ear. He kept his hand on her face, turning it away as he fucked her, pumping in and out of her wet, slippery cunt. It was about his pleasure, his abuse of her. She was just a piece of flesh to receive him. He loved it, he loved their unwillingness to fuck him, it made his cock huge, knowing he did it to them anyway. They’d always laughed when he’d made his moves, turning their noses up at him. Even his wife had taken a long time to warm to him. It had been his money and success that changed her mind and still she turned him away. Well, this one couldn’t turn him away and he would fuck her all weekend and she couldn’t do a thing about it passwords and bestiality chat room.
He had begun to sweat, great glistening drops all over his face. He eased up slightly to get a better angle, removed his right hand from her face and began to grab and knead her breasts, pushing them pulling them, moulding them and feeling his cock become bigger and harder as he enjoyed the feel and sight of her tight round c-cups squeezed in his hands. The sweat from his face began to drip down and land on her. She shut her eyes. She’d given in to him. He smiled and continued fucking, jamming his hips up and down. After five minutes he began to pant and gasp and then he jerked to a halt and his cock strained and pumped a load of cum into her depths. He sighed feeling warm and satisfied and collapsed on her breathing hard. Her face was pressed into his chest and the fleece sweater he hadn’t bothered taking off. She heard him laugh, a deep throaty chuckle.
"Rock, get off!" The Doberman had jumped onto the bed and was nosing between his master’s legs, sniffing curiously. Ian opened his legs slightly and the dog began licking the salty sweat from his balls. Ian groaned enjoying the feeling of his dogs tongue on his hot balls. But he got up after a moment and sat on the edge of the bed patting his dog which was panting, a huge pink tongue lolling from its long, thin snout.
"Hey Rock, get a load of this." Sara was sprawled out on the bed looking tired and defeated, her head turned away. Her cheek throbbed from where Ian had hit her. He pushed her thighs apart and coaxed his dog between them. The dog whined and yawned wagging its short stumpy tail as it crawled forward eagerly. Sara shuddered and tried to close her legs against him and wriggle away but Ian glared at her and held her thighs apart firmly. Dutch bestiality shows: daly pic index gallery and forbidden dk sample mpegs. "Don’t move or he will bite you," Ian warned. "Come on Rock, come on." He coaxed the dog forward. Rock looked up at him expectantly and he pushed the dog forward until it nosed the wet slippery, cum saturated pussy. The girl moaned weakly in protest but he would have none of that. He knew Rock loved pussy as much as he did. The dog thrust its nose toward the girls anus and sniffed curiously, the tip of its reddened penis started to slowly emerge from its furry sheath. It’s tongue lolled out and it whimpered excitedly when Ian reached underneath to stroke its sheath and coax its penis all the way out. The dog licked the girl, tasting her pussy juices and the man-cum that had been deposited.
Ian watched Sara’s stomach tense and her eyes close in disgust, big wet tears dripping down her cheeks. He patted the dog’s head encouragingly while he continued to stroke its sticky red penis out of its sheath. The dog began to lick the girl in earnest, its tongue rough against the lips of the girls cunt, it lapped up the salty sex smells with delight, enjoying his master’s hand on his cock and getting hornier and hornier. It began to pump its hips, pre-cum slopping over Ian’s hand. Ian paused for a moment, removing his hand, and the dog lay down miserably between the girls legs continuing to lick and slurp. Ian moved over to squat by the bed next to the girl looking her directly in the eyes.
"I tell you what girlie. You be a good sport and let my dog fuck you and I won’t cut off one of your toes." Sara stared at him incredulously. "Get fucked!" She hissed miserably. Ian reached into his jeans pocket and produced a switchblade. She struggled to a sitting position, disturbing the dog which bared its teeth and growled at her.
"No, please..." Ian seemed unperturbed and grabbed her foot and brought the switchblade to her little toe. He glanced up at her as she squirmed and tried to pull her foot away shaking her head in disbelief. She glanced around the room, John was reading his book ignoring the situation on the bed. The dark-haired one, Sam, was smirking and smoking a cigarette by the door, enjoying the scene.
"You won’t die without a little toe, but the pain is intense." She stared at Ian, his big plump face and pale blue eyes seemed so non-threatening. He had once been blonde but much of his hairline had receded leaving thin wispy strands. He looked like Joe Average or a high school football coach.
"Please don’t do this," she whispered. He ignored her.
"Get on your hands and knees." She knew he was serious but didn’t move. "Now!" Reluctantly she turned around onto her hands and knees. Ian adjusted the wrist restraints to accommodate her new position, then she felt his big hand push the back of her head down till her face was pressed into the stinking mattress. Her hips and butt were pushed up into the air, her pussy and anus exposed. She began to shake and unforgivably the sobbing started, an uncontrollable keening sound that she couldn’t stop.
"Don’t move or I’ll cut you, and Rock can do worse." He showed her the switchblade and then moved back to the huge Doberman who whined and yawned wagging his stumpy tail furiously. Ian knelt next to him and kissed him on the snout, the dog licked his face happily and bounced to his feet. Its breath smelt like the girl and his own cum. He reached underneath his dog and began stroking its sheath again. The red cock flopped out, long and narrow. He massaged it again and the dog started humping his hand, panting and whining. He paused and coaxed the dog over to the girl. Rock sniffed the girls anus and licked it a few times.
Sara felt the dogs nose in her crack and shuddered, shaking and crying in terror as it licked her. It mounted her then, hurriedly, its furry dog chest resting over her back, its paws scrabbled to find and clasp her torso. She could feel it jab its penis around frantically trying to find her opening as it whined in frustration. Ian reached underneath its back legs to guide his dog’s cock to the girl’s wet opening. Then it found it and the dog pushed itself inside her.
Ian groaned and hooted watching the sight of his huge Doberman mount this trussed up girl like she was some kind of bitch in heat. She was all bent over with her face buried in the mattress sobbing and shaking with fear and humiliation. The dog hugged her tightly around the torso, while its back legs scrambled to maintain its position and its hips frantically humped her. It drove its long, narrow cock into woman pussy. Ian leaned closer to watch the dog’s penis hammering in and out of the slick cunt. He loved to see his dog do these girls, the shame of this violation written on their faces, in their posture. He enjoyed watching their abasement, as they became lower than his dog. It made him hard just thinking about what it must be like for Sara, being fucked by a dog. He’d enjoy fucking her again with her pussy filled with dog cum.
Sara sobbed feeling the dog scrabbling to maintain its hold of her. It was humping her ferociously, wildly, a low growl in its throat as it jabbed itself inside her. It was making quick, excited whining sounds. She tensed feeling its claws scratch her as it adjusted position. Her mind blanked at the thought that she was being fucked by a dog, that a dog had its cock inside her. She thought it would be over quickly but the dog was relentless, it continued to pump away, whining and slobbering on top of her. She could feel its short fur rubbing against her swollen pussy lips. Suddenly she felt a tight pain as its knot pushed into her. It had joined with her and its knot felt huge pushing away inside her, stretching, tearing her insides. She began to shudder and shake with agonizing shame. She tried to bury her head with her arms, to suffocate herself in the fetid mattress, but irritatingly her body kept forcing her to gasp. She heard Ian crooning at his dog.
"Come on fella! Oh yeah, Rock, fuck her good. Fuck that cunt." The dog started to yelp and whine insanely, then she felt hot dog sperm pump into the well of her cunt, filling her up, dripping out of her and down her thighs. To her dismay, it wasn’t over, Rock didn’t skip a beat during his orgasm, continuing to jerk itself in and out of her. It remained in her after it had come, his knot still so hard and swollen he was unable to detach. It adjusted its position and started humping her again frantically. Its animal passion was insatiable, frightening in its endurance.
Ian hovered around watching, crooning and encouraging his dog, and taunting Sara, whispering into her hair and face how much he hoped she was enjoying his dogs cock in her. How sexy it was to watch her being fucked by his dog. Terrified and humiliated Sara had grown still and numb. The dog continued its torturous rampage for what seemed to Sara like forever, coming twice more before its knot finally reduced enough to allow it to disengage. When it was finally done, it jumped off the bed and lay on the floor cleaning its slick, cum-covered cock. Exhausted and feeling intense pain from the scratches on her back and bruised from the vehemence of the beasts cock, Sara collapsed onto her stomach. There were no tears left, she merely stared into space in numb shock. She didn’t even notice when Ian climbed over her and entered her from behind. He fucked her again, his prick engorged from the sight of his dog fucking her, slipping and sliding in her with all the man and dog cum that she contained, pumping still more in her and over her. Sara’s invaded body was weak from fatigue. All she could smell was sex and sweat, it seemed to ooze from her pores. In her mind she escaped as the large man fucked her noisily, hovering in the treetops outside the kitchen window. She imagined running down the mountain and away from this nightmare.
Sam looked down at the naked, cum-stained girl sprawled on the bed. Ian and his dog had left her a scratched up mess, her right cheek was an ugly purple bruise and her back had long, livid scratches from Rock’s claws. She had just about passed out after the dog had finished with her and Ian had enjoyed fucking her cum-filled pussy while she was semi-conscious before he had to leave to go home to his wife. Sam shook his head thinking about Ian going back to his nice safe home and sleeping next to his nice, conservative wife. She could never imagine what an evil fuck her husband was. He, on the other hand, had no one to be accountable to. He didn’t lead a double life, he enjoyed being an evil fuck and having people acknowledge him as such.
When he’d first discovered rape, his sister had been only twelve, five years his junior. He made his decision that night, no other kind of sex would do. She had stared at him mystified and terrified as he took her virginity, her nightie stuffed into her mouth. He had made her swear, under threat of violence and collusion, that she would never tell. He raped her repeatedly, as often as he could, until she was 15 and she ran away from home.