slut-problems:I only went out with him because he was rich and he told me he had a fifteen bedroom h
slut-problems:I only went out with him because he was rich and he told me he had a fifteen bedroom house. He took me back there after dinner but he didn’t bother showing me around, except the way to his bedroom. Once inside he told me to take off my clothes. I told him that I didn’t fuck on the first date. This pissed him off and he literally ripped my clothing off of me and before I knew it he had his cock so far in my ass that I couldn’t breathe. He didn’t bother using lube and he just shoved his cock as hard as he could into my tight asshole. I hadn’t done anal in years and now here I was being ass raped by the richest guy I had ever been on a date with. His cock was so long and fat and the way he was brutalizing my asshole was insane. It was so painful that I started to scream and cry. At first I tried to fight but then I could tell that me fighting back was only making him harder. He was fucking my ass so hard that my face was getting rug burned by the carpet. “Please! Stop!” I begged him but her merely laughed. “You fucking gold digging bitch. Don’t worry I’ll give you some money for your trouble. Your fucking asshole feels good, bitch. It feels really fucking good. Stick your ass out and let me cum in it.” I stuck my ass out hoping that it would end this ridiculous rape. It didn’t. He merely pounded my asshole harder. I could feel him fucking up my intestines, pushing his cock sickeningly deeper into my asshole. Now I could feel his balls against my pussy. His huge cock was all the way inside of my asshole. I began to sob uncontrollably. The pain was so intense. That was when he finally came, dumping his load deep into my asshole. When he was finished he told me to get dressed and that he would take me home. As I got dressed he grabbed his wallet and threw a couple of hundreds in my direction. They landed on the floor and I scooped them up. “Did you like that, whore?” he asked me. “No,” I said sniffling. “That hurt.” “You like the money, though, don’t you?” he smiled. “I have more if you want. Let me fuck that tight asshole again and I’ll give you another couple hundred. Or I can take you home.” I didn’t know what to do. My ass couldn’t take another beating like that, could it? -- source link
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