1. Ahriman: The Evolution of a Serial Killer 11


    Date: 8/2/2015, Categories: Dark Fantasy, Blowjob, Bondage and restriction, Cruelty, Drug, Enema, Extreme, First Time, Horror, Male Domination, Non-consensual sex, Rape, Slavery, Torture, Violence, Virginity, Written by women, Author: gl0771, Rating: 90.5, Source: sexstories.com

    any chance?" She looked at him blankly. "Yes, I am," she said without any feeling. "Why?" He glared at her briefly. "You do not question me, ever! Do you understand?" "Yes," she said. "Have you ever done anything sexual?" "Yes," she said. "I've sucked my old boyfriend's..." "Cock," he said. "Don't be afraid to say the word. Describe his cock to me." "Okay. It was about six inches long and maybe a couple of inches around. What else do you want to know about it?" "Were you able to take it all? Can you deep throat a cock?" "Yes." "Let's see you do it, then." He undid his pants and pulled his dick out. "Suck me. If you don't make me cum, I will pull over and beat you and probably fuck you." She immediately undid her seatbelt and bent over his lap. She grasped the base of his shaft in one hand and slid her lips over the head. Her tongue worked his shaft until it was slippery with her spit, and then she proceeded to bob her head up and down. She kept her hand at the base, though, and that left the last three inches or so out of her mouth. "Hands behind your back," he demanded, and she obeyed without delay. "Now, fucking suck my cock. Don't be gentle about it, either." She clamped down harder and started moving up and down again, but still stopped each downstroke with a couple inches to go. He growled and put his hand on the back of her head. On the next time down, he pushed until he felt her lips on his balls. He held her there for a few seconds and then yanked her head up. ...
    "Relax," he said in a low voice. "Let me do the work. Keep your lips as tight as you can make them." She nodded, and he shoved her head back down balls deep and yanked it back up, nearly pulling her hair out. He continued the brutal face fuck for several minutes, but he was no closer to cumming than when she started. He needed more, but they were still too close to civilization for what he wanted. There were just too many fucking others in Florida. "Fuck!" he grunted as he hauled her off his cock and threw her into her seat. He wanted to cum, but he couldn't, so he tucked himself away, gritted his teeth, and drove. He knew that just over the state border was a relatively small town, and he decided to stop at a hotel and fuck the shit out of this bitch. After he made her bleed. It took just over half an hour to get to Georgia, and he pulled into the first decent hotel he saw. He knew that they would ask for identification there, but he was prepared. He parked and walked around to her door. "Come on," he said, holding out his hand. "You will not say anything to anyone while we are here. If someone says something to you, just smile politely and say nothing. Do not even speak to me. Nod if you understand." She nodded, and he grabbed a small black case out of the trunk, and they walked to the lobby. He paid for the room with his Drake Tomlinson credit card and Maine ID he always used when away from home. Other than the tired-looking other behind the desk, no one tried to talk to them, ...
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