1. Penthouse Slaves Series: Jess


    Date: 3/24/2015, Categories: Dark Fantasy, Authoritarian, Blowjob, Cruelty, Domination/submission, Hardcore, Humiliation, Male/Female, Male/Teen Female, Non-consensual sex, Reluctance, Violence, Young, Author: Sithinthesheets, Rating: 83.3, Source: sexstories.com

    acting. Playing her part and harboring that little fire of resistance. I would find that flame and snuff it out. I press myself up against her, trapping her hands between her ass and the bulge in my jeans. “You know what to do slut.” I remove my belt and she begins working on my pants. In only seconds my jeans fall to the floor and her young hands wrap around my dick. One cups my balls, massaging them with the gentle touch of a young woman, while the other rubs and caresses the tip of my cock. I smile and resume assaulting her tits while I enjoy a timid handjob. “Bend over bitch.” I command, stepping back suddenly. “And take your panties with you.” From behind her I remove my shirt and watch as she slowly bends over, raising her pale toned ass high into the air and peeling the blue tigerskin panties down her creamy legs. She releases them and they fall limply down her long socks to her stiletto-clad ankles. From between her closed milky thighs her pussy glistens with the kind of arousal I knew she was deeply ashamed of. Her body was betraying her. It would not be the last time. She steps out of the panties and stands back up. As soon as she’s standing up straight I bring my belt down hard across her ass. The leather cracks against her pale skin and echo’s off the bedroom walls. A deep red line forms across her cheeks as they continue to wiggle from the sudden assault. She holds back a scream and staggers forward a step, whimpering quietly as she fights back tears. I take the ...
    belt and loop it around her neck, drawing it tight against her windpipe as I press myself up against her and scream. “DID I FUCKING TELL YOU TO TAKE OFF YOUR PANTIES SLUT?!” “No daddy.” She whispers in a squeaky, oxygen starved voice. “I’m sorry daddy, I’m so sorry.” “AND DID I FUCKING TELL YOU TO STAND UP YOU DEAF FUCKING WHORE?!” “No daddy I’m so—“ “Let me fucking tell you something.” I say, tightening the belt on her neck and digging my free hand into her ass. “I didn’t pay for your fucking face you spoiled South Beach slut. I payed for your ass! That’s why the only time I give a fuck about you is when you’re bent over whore!” I pull the belt tight around her neck and slap her ass with so much force my hand goes numb. She resists the thrashing and the screaming inside of her. Instead she bites her lips and shifts her weight, trying to hold back the tears that are now pouring down her face. “Bend over slut, it’s all you’re good for.” The belt was looped through the buckle and had formed a convenient leash for my teen fucktoy. Jess bent over slowly and I let the slack in the belt play out. Her tears fell silently on the hardwood and her mangled teen tits hung lifelessly below her shaking body. Her hands fall on her knees and I pull on the slack in the belt, pulling her head back and arching her back to the limit. Now her toned teen body stands bent over before me, back arched, ass in the air and pussy glimmering with shameful slickness. She grimaces as the leather digs into ...
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