Sadistic Phone Sex with Marley

Sadistic phone sexI love getting fucked as much as the next girl. That being said, I never asked to be taken and fucked brutally and relentlessly the first time, much less every time after that. The most recent was yet another result of my need for independence and exploration. I was walking on the side of a busy highway, thinking maybe that would be safer than the country roads and that I would run into less predators. He pulled up in a nice car, and offered me a ride. I didn’t even know I was in trouble until later. He drove to a well-populated, nice part of the city, and pulled up in front of a nice house. A man even came out and took the keys to go park the car for him. It was when we walked in the front door and he immediately pulled me down a set of stairs to the side of the front door. I started screaming for help, since he had my wrist tight and wouldn’t let me loose. The man who’d pulled the car around appeared in the door for a split second, long enough to grin down at me as he closed it. My ride strapped me face down over a saddle-horse and put a nasty rag in my mouth to shut me up. I felt him tearing my clothes off me, leaving them to dangle over the saddle-horse or drop to the floor. He told me that I’d been a very bad girl, putting myself in harms way by being alone on the side of the road. He smacked my ass a few good times, telling me he’d teach me not to hitchhike. I think that even if I could have told him that I’d been doing this for a few years now, it wouldn’t have made a difference. I guess he thought he was helping me. The next thing, he was behind me, shoving fingers into my ass hard and deep, working my ass to a stretched-out point that would allow his dick to penetrate. When he finally started pushing his dick into me, I understood why it required all that work. I screamed. His dick was so big that I felt my flesh tearing as the head tried to force its way in. He fucked my ass so hard and deep and fast that I felt tearing with every thrust. My ass is still sore and tender, but my feet won’t carry me far enough from that man quickly enough.

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