Leaning in onto me he snarled, “You're here to do what I say, otherwise you'll be sleeping in the street tonight! So behave like a good girl and answer! I won't accept that annoyed tone! Do I make myself clear?”
I found myself motionless, unable to answer and continued staring at him blankly.
“You're impertinent and certainly deserve a good spanking, and much more! I'm here to do you a favour and you think you have the luxury of getting angry?” he growled
His tone was beginning to scare me, he wasn't angry, he was furious.
“What do you want from me?” I finally asked closing my eyes so as to not see him and prayed that he would stop shouting. I always reacted like an ostrich when people shouted, too many bad memories where
He momentarily removed his expert fingers, bringing them towards my nose so I could smell my feminine fluids. What he did next was even weirder, he popped his wet fingers into my mouth and almost immediately I started slurping on it. Heightened by the scent, I was intrigued to know what my juices taste like. The smell of woman, of sex, drove me crazy! I lapped my cum like a thirsty traveller, sucking every last drop as though my life depended on it. I found myself slowly swallowing his fingers deeper moaning as if to simulate a blowjob. I would have done anything to quench that almost annoying desire that was burning deep within my pussy.“Good girl, I'll take it from here…” he smirked, happy with what he saw.He withdrew his fingers from my mouth, back at my opening, continuing to masturbate me again and again, rubbing his fingertips on my c
“No, I won’t” I protest, pulling my face away. How could Mr Marcelo do this to me? How did this burly guy know about the other afternoon? A hundred questions ran through my mind.“Marcelo is weak. I will dominate you, baby,” he says, trying to convince me to get into bed with him.“No, please leave, I do not want to do this!” I replied firmly. The very next moment even before I could gauge what comes next he slaps me right across my face. Dazed, I fell to the ground. I gather my wits and put up a brave front. Although he was huge. I stand tall onto my tiptoes and slap him right back as hard as I could screaming, “Don’t you dare touch me, you bastard!That seemed to have aggravated him even more. He clasps my hands and locks them in his tight grasp w
Wearing only my skirt, I climbed the stairs, noticing him staring at my curvy ass as I walked all the way up to his bedroom. Ohh how the anticipation of his moves was killing me softly. Folding my legs on the soft bed, I sit on my ankles, waiting patiently for my LORD. My heart starts beating faster when the door opens and Marcelo walks towards me, in all his manly nakedness. Finally, here is the cock I always wanted to suck on...I bend forward to bring it closer to my mouth, so we can continue to look into each other's eyes while I moisten my lips and stick out my tongue. I start running my wet tongue over the tip of Marcelo's cock, clockwise then counterclockwise, to stimulate him and see his reaction. He looks down at me with a smirk, knowing what is waiting for him. My tongue positions itself under the penis, lapping from the bottom to the top, as though licking ice cream on a hot
Let me introduce myself. I am Juliette, a middle-aged woman currently in my late 30s, married to a horrible man. My mother was French and named me Juliette because it sounded eligible and rich. I had a weird relationship with her. You know, just to say that she was money-obsessed would be an understatement. I grew up believing that money is all you need to be happy and my mother, Maureen, really felt the lack of it would make us cheap and dirty. So you get the picture, I just hate my life.She always sought the best things in life: a massive house, expensive designer clothes, and paradise beach vacations. That’s all she ever wanted. It actually made her extremely happy. And as a child, completely devoted to my mum, I wanted the same too as I thought this was how life should be led. I followed her like a lost puppy in every decision she ever made for me. I felt happy obeying, oblig
Apparently, if we were to get married, I had to sign a prenup. Otherwise, the wedding would not go ahead, I would get nothing. NADA, not a single penny. Imagine my plight, the thought of being stuck with Gregory for a year or two was anyway bad enough but forever!!? This was plain terrifying. I freaked out and told mom that especially now, I couldn't go through with it. Again instead of understanding my situation, she went ballistic, threatening me that if I didn't marry him she'd kill herself. I was 18 and I didn't want to lose my mom so sigh, I remained quiet.Anyway, the day of the wedding arrived and after spending the morning sorting out all the preparations, ready to take the plunge, Giovanni, his parents and my parents had a private meeting where I signed the contract saying that if we ever got divorced, for philandering reasons. I would have to give up everything. Home. Money. Everyth
He stands up from the cosy filthy sofa angrily looking at me before screaming, “You are a crazy woman!”The balls of the rat to call me that. Squinting my eyes I retaliated, “At Least I’m not a boring old dog!!!”He barks back with vengeance, “And I thought it would be nice to have an equal partner in my life and instead you are just a burden! I would be much richer without you. I'd be much happier without you!!”The cheek of that assole! And there I raise my voice as loud as possible knowing how it annoys him thundering, “You don't get rid of me because you know that no one would want to live with you! Those women you’re in bed with are just whores who would leave you as soon as they see how hard it is to keep up with you! You're a selfish assole!
And I stood there watching his back as he disappeared into a separate room. Yes, he started sleeping in a different room ten years ago when I first caught him red-handed shattering whatever respect I had for him. But tonight I'm going truly to bed thinking about my plans for the future. The next morning I woke up early just like Giovanni. He is amazed at my zeal because usually, I wouldn’t get out of bed until one o'clock in the afternoon. Anyway, I get up, prepare him some breakfast and then accompany him to the door.I hand him his briefcase, waving goodbye. He is, as always, flattered. I take the opportunity to ask him what time he intends to return. And he, undermining my intentions, answers ‘8 p.m’. I smile replying, 'fine', kissing him on the mouth to avoid suspicion. I endure the kiss and watch him leave. Finally, I put on my jazz record and drink my coffee. Settling
I gape with my mouth wide open at this tall, statuesque, muscular man coming my way. He comes up beside me and says, “Are you the lady with the broken toilet?” in his country accent. I was instantly sucked into his aura, he radiated a cowboy vibe. That voice and the roughness were completely unrelated to his angelic appearance, making me wet down there. “Hey, doll, will you let me in?” he drawls, waving his hand across my face, breaking me out of my trance. “Oh I’m so sorry, Yes, yes, please come right in,” I reply, embarrassed to give away so quickly. “Hmmm, Do you want some coffee?” I offer politely to make up for the blunder. “Nah. I’m good” he replies, arousing my curiosity “Well you should try, people sa