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Good Story, to good not to share. Stuck up rich gi

Date: 10/26/2014, Categories: Group Sex, Hardcore, Interracial Sex, Author: rampage86, Rating: 100, Source: xHamster

strange hair of yours. They would have thought you were an evil spirit or witch." "Well, they did." "Did you have sexual relations with them?" She blushed and nodded. "With who?" "I don't know, a lot of them." "So you are an American prostitute." "I am not!" she said, indignantly. "You lie! I see it now. You were sent here to use your filthy body and influence our people into rebel- lion!" "I was not!" "That is just the kind of thing the filthy South Africans would do!" he snarled, stomping around the corner of the desk and staring down at her furiously. "But I'm not a prostitute!" she protested. His hand swung down and slapped her face so hard she was flung out of her chair. She sat on the floor, holding her cheek and looking up at him in fear. "Get up, you slut!" "I'm not! I'm really not!" She slowly got to her feet and the man shoved her back in the chair and grabbed her still damp hair. He pulled her head far back so her neck bent across the back of the chair. He laid his fist against her throat and looked nastily down at her. "One blow and you would die, slut!" "Please don't hurt me!" she gasped. He pulled her hair forward again, then jerked her out of the chair and slammed her belly into the desk and shoved her down across it. His knees f***ed her legs open and then she felt his hard male organ pressing against her cuntlips. She sighed in resignation, by now almost used to ****. His cock slid into her and he began to pump energetically. It was less than a minute before ... he came inside her and pulled out again. "I do not believe you whore!" he gasped. "You are a slut and a prostitute. It is obvious that you work for the South Africans." "But..." "I will have you taken back to your cell. There you will remain for the next ten or twenty years or so, until you decide to cooperate." "But I don't know anything!" Kristen wailed, appalled at the idea of going back to the little cell. She dropped to her knees in front of him and flung her arms around his legs, tears coursing down her cheeks. "Please, please don't send me back there!!" she begged. "I'll do anything you want!" "Well," he said, considering. "It might be pos- sible for you to work out your penance in some other way." He carefully examined her body again, noting the fullness of her round breasts and the perfection of her skin, despite the numerous light scratches. "I think we can find some other form of punishment for you." he smiled. She was not surprised at what the "punishment" consisted of. She was given another cell, only this one was on the second floor here, and was much bigger and nicer. It had a nice big bed too and Kristen found her- self spending most of her time in it. Every hour or so, another man would come to her, always an officer of course. She would twist and turn her body as they directed, then allow herself to be pushed to her back or onto her knees as the man fucked her. None of them spent much time fucking her, general- ly spraying inside her within minutes. For that ...