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Missa is cleaning the dining room when Mr. Doyle comes in and watches her. Missa is a little shaken from her previous day with Mr. Doyle but continues with her cleaning duties. Doyle touches Missa's ass while she cleans the table,she jumps, he presses her face to the wood as he lifts her dress to look at her panties.
Missa cringes with embarrassment, and feels a deep sense of shame as he touches the sexy panties she chose knowing that he might force himself onto her again. She knows the deal. She attempted to steal from him, he caught her, and now she knows that he can have her whenever he chooses. If she doesn't submit to his desires, he will fire her, and report her to the police. Mr. Doyle is a well respected man in the community, handsome, wealthy, the kind of man who will take whatever he wants effortlessly.
Missa's face is pressed up against the wood as Mr. Doyle takes down her hair. He touches her soft curls and runs his fingers through her red hair. He runs his hands down her back and cups her ass. He touches her pussy over the panties. She reminds him that she is "married," and that her husband would leave her if he ever found out. He ignores her, he humps her over her panties, and then he continues to rub the little mounds of her pussy over her panties. His touch is warm and gentle, and she closes her eyes and tries to imagine that she is with a kind man. Her hands tremble with fear or pleasure and she tries to decide it's possible to feel both fear and pleasure. She feels the gusset of her panties moisten, and she looks over her shoulder, she knows he can feel the moisture through the panties.
"The windows are open, sir. Can we please do this in the bedroom?" He ignores her. He unbuttons her dress and exposes her silky slip. "Your wife could come back, my husband might stop by, it's almost my lunch break." He ignores her and she remembers how he seemed to enjoy taking from her without concern for her. She feels a pang of pleasure as his finger slides under the panties, toying up and down her slit. He moves up her body and smiles at her sheer bra, still a modest color of beige, but sheer, different from before. He toys with her pink nipple over the bra, then under. Her puffy pink nipple turns hard. He flicks the nub of her nipple with his tongue, his lips kiss her nipple. She tries to hold back an orgasm, she doesn't want to feel pleasure, her lips moan as she releases. Doyle slides her panties off of her.
Doyle moves her legs spread eagle, Missa sits up and looks him in the eye. His cold, steel grey eyes look at her unfeelingly as he moves to her pussy. He inhales her, tastes her, sucks her petals until her body spasms. She cums again, she feels helpless as he manipulates her body to do what her mind rejects. Her spine is sore from the hard table. "Get on your knees," he says as if he can read her thoughts.
She is confused why she should be on her knees until he slides her on all fours like some inanimate object. He begins to run her swollen pussy with his fingers, up and down, and teasing the opening of her pussy with his index finger. She bites her lip, tries not to moan, but it can't be helped, "please," she whimpers. Primal thoughts of being fucked, him fucking her run through her mind, and she tries to silence her mind. He slides a finger into her tight pussy and reaches under her body to cup her breast. She grips the table, moans, and he fucks her with two fingers. She cums and looks over his shoulder at his eyes focused on the most intimate part of her. Her body trembles, and she remembers that her own husband is not allowed to look inside of her while they make love, and never in full daylight. It makes her feel dirty, ashamed, and oddly sexy.
She feels the pulsating subsiding and then she hears him unbuckle his belt. "No, sir. I am not on birth control... you can't.. I will not..." He plunges his cock in unapologetically. She moans, he thrusts, she whimpers, he thrusts deeper, his fingers dig into her hips, she scrunches her brow. She feels her body being moved again into another position, she is his rag doll, a sex object to be used. She can see a drop of sweat move down his moist face, he stares at her, she feels terrified of him. He thrusts harder, deeper, she moans, she realizes that his cold handsome face has bought him anything he's ever wanted, even her. He hits the little nub deep inside of her, and she feels ropes of cum hit her, she throws her head back, he feels her pussy spasm around his cock, he pumps her with cum. Their orgasm binds them together as they cum, cum, cum together, endlessly. She hears him exhale. It's over. She trembles, sweats, her body hurts, and has experienced the greatest pleasure at the same time. He removes himself from her, cum explodes out of their air tight connection. She begins to cum again, her body limp from so many orgasm. "Again," he says. "Again," she agrees. She is his property now, and her eyes stare vacantly from that realization |
