See these brainless fucktoys.
They’re on their knees and showing off their skills to a crowd of people…
Use these as your inspiration, your role model, your future,
Your cheeks are cold piggy, let me warm you up…
Welcome to my office.
I will choke you out. You don’t need to be awake for me to rape you.
You’re mouth is just a tool for me to jerk off.
I love to tell a whore exactly what she has in store before I go to work on her. The look of growing fear in her eyes as she realizes what she’s got herself into, as she sees any hope of a “fun kinky evening” slipping away, gets me rock hard every single time. I calmly explain how I’m going to beat and rape her, while I hold her tightly by the throat, and tell her how she’ll be reduced to a broken pile of meat to be tossed aside with the rest of the garbage. I tell her how she’ll beg for mercy while I fuck her asshole, but that that will only make me fuck her harder. I tell her that she’ll sob while I make her tell me about the men who have hurt and betrayed her. I tell her that she’ll fear for her life while I throatfuck her until she passes out. I tell her about every bit of pain and suffering I’m going to inflict on her. I tell her about the humiliation and self-contempt she’ll feel. I grin while she looks at me, making sure she understands how much I will enjoy using and abusing her.
And then, the cherry, the part that always makes me almost cum before we even get started: I give her an opportunity to walk away. And she never does.
This is what happens when a girl says no, he takes her anyway….
And as an added punishment for saying no, fucks her ass full of his cum.
It’s adorable the way you finally pass out after I’ve buttfucked you till you run out of tears, whore. Not that it inspires me to stop buttfucking you.
Humiliating a college bitch in front of the students that she looked down on. She’ll need four loads of cum on her when she comes back, or her tits get beaten and she gets sent out again tomorrow.
So that you don’t have any misunderstandings about your place.
It would turn into a massive gangbang
You got drunk and blew me at the company Christmas party. Me sat on the edge of that third floor sink, you sliding out of this exact green dress. A few pictures of you bobbing that pretty little head on my cock was all it had taken. A few veiled threats to start a downward spiral that brought you here, to a mattress in my basement for the third week-long “conference” this year. Sometimes its just me, but more often its strangers, two or three at a time.
I make you admit that you think about it when you fuck your husband, just to watch you cry, and though you cry, you don’t fight me. Sometimes, when I get you drunk enough, you thank me.
You’re such a good boss.
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