“Oh my god Daddy yes! Please don’t stop!” I cried, feeling the pressure building inside me. “Please Daddy! I’m so close!”He pulled away at...that and smacked my soaked pussy, the stinging pain only bringing more pleasure, snarling “you cum when I say you can, whore! Got that?”I nodded quickly, wanting him to continue, even as part of myself tried to tell me this was wrong. “I’m sorry Daddy... please don’t stop...” I begged. He chuckled smugly. “Does my little whore want my cock now?”I nodded. Ours was a love marriage. Ok, I know the question you have on your mind. No, I was not a virgin when I got married; which most girls of the modern era are not. Had I been, then really it would have been a blot on virility of then young men in my college and society. Thankfully whatever transpired between the bedsheets, got buried there itself and didn’t reach my marital bed. Our happy days were of liberal fun and lots and lots of sexual activity. My hubby – I wouldn’t say is the best man to be. It looks like sharpened plastic of some kind, but it looks extremly durable. He puts it to my throat. "Try anything, and you'll just be another life I have taken." I swallow loudly. I know he means it, when he was arrested, he killed 20 people in cold blood.Then he starts to unzip his jumpsuit, he's wearing nothing underneath as he shimmies it to his ankles. I stare transfixed at his cock, its massive, about 10 inches, and the girth is horrifying. Some part of my mind takes a hit on my manhood,. Then she told ooops so why are just putting your hands on this (looking at boobs). You really needs your head over there.And now she moved a bit top.So now her boobs were in my face.Now she pressed boobs on me.And was not able to breath.After some minutes she just took my hands and placed it in her pussy.As I was 1st time I slowly moved my hand over her pussy.She was moaning aaahhh .. Aahhaah.I tire hard to insert my middle finger completely into her pussy but it was tight.Now I was completely.