1. Nice Things Come in Small Packages


    Date: 3/2/2015, Categories: Dark Fantasy, Bondage and restriction, Rape, Author: Mario Caliente, Rating: 76.9, Source: sexstories.com

    Sandra. I want you to lick it clean for me.” I sat back against the closed back door of the van. My cock was a limp memory of its former self. The tiny and very naked young lady stirred languidly on the mattress, making no indication that she heard what I said. I reached and grabbed her by the hair and pulled her head to my crotch. She yelped in pain as I did this. “Sandra, sweetie, you said you were going to be a good girl if I untied you. Now, good girls do as they’re fucking told! Now, lick my cock, you little bitch!” The young woman cried out in anguish as I pressed her face against my cock. “And be gentle, baby, or I’ll pull your teeth out one-by-one, do you hear me?” She didn’t respond. I didn’t need a response. Holding her head by the hair with one hand, I pressed my flaccid cock to her lips. “Open your mouth, honey.” When she did not comply, I shook her head roughly and again pressed my tool to her lips. This time her lips parted ever so slightly. “Let me see your tongue!” After receiving another rough head shaking, the girl’s tongue darted from between her lips and touched my cock before retreating back into her mouth. It was not unlike the quick tongue movement of a reptile. “Come on, sweetie, that’s not what I mean! Lick it!” Again the tongue darted out from between barely parted lips. The tip of her tongue lingered for a moment this time on the skin of my soft cock, but once again receded. I pulled her head up by the hair and made her look into my eyes. They must ...
    have looked ominous, surrounded as they were by the Lone Ranger mask. “If you don’t lick my, little lady, and lick it good, I am going to break your nose, do you capiche?” Crying, she nodded vigorously. I took my hand out of her hair, leaving her free to act on her own. After hesitating for only a moment, she dipped her head into my lap. Her head blocked my view, but I quickly felt the delicate stroke of her soft tongue on my manhood. A tongue that no longer darted back into her mouth like a snake. Instead, I felt the tongue explore a good length of my wilted genital, moving back and forth over it, tentatively, to be sure, but staying there, not stopping. “That’s a good girl, Sandy. Give me more though. Come on, sweetie.” Complying, her tongue strokes began to cover a larger expanse of my penis—a penis that I could feel responding to the attention it was now receiving. Her lick strokes seemed to become less tentative. “Good girl. Come on, lick your pussy juice off me, Sandy. You made me fuck you by wearing that dress you had on, so you’ve got to clean me now!” My cock was now semi-hard. I reached for the base of it and lifted it up, and since the young women’s mouth was partially open as she licked it, the head of the cock more or less just seemed to naturally find its way between those lips. She may have flinched slightly when this happened but nevertheless continued her tongue action without missing a stroke, and before either of us may have been fully aware of the fact, my ...
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