“I’m not taking little dicks sloppy seconds” he groans out as he relocates the head of his cock to my arse. No one had fucked me their since gra...dad had a year ago and I was tight as he pushed his thick cock past my ring and into my bowels. I bury my head into the covers, tears racking my body. He reaches down and holds me by the back of neck, gripping me and pulling me up, my back bending as he pulls me up, controlling all of me as he fucks my most private place. “always been such a good whore. For the next several minutes Keesha landed blow after blow into my cunt and I soon began to feel a flow coming out of me. Keesha had managed to kick me hard enough to start my cunt to bleed and when she finally had enough, she made me look down at her heel and I saw the end covered with my blood. "Suck that fuckin' heel clean you filthy white bitch" she said to me as she slapped my face hard. I managed to lick and suck her heel clean, satisfying myself with the taste of my own blood until she. They did not hurt, but they startled me. The scent of the women as they approached and ran their fingers over my shoulders, or traced my collar bone became my way of knowing what to expect. The woman with the rose scented perfume, had thorns for finger nails, and when she d**g her fingers across my abs, the sensations ranged from a tickle to the point where I questioned whether she had drawn blood.Then the smell of cheap cigarettes assailed my senses and I imagined an older woman, grabbing my. As coming from a rich family, I had rented a studio apartment near to my university, and was living alone and enjoying my life to the fullest. Pubs and girls on every weekend but I was good at study as well. I had a good group of friends including girls. There was a couple in my group. They were in love with each other. Both were from India. The guy’s name was Raj, and the girl’s name was Rakhi. Once raj asked me to find a house for rakhi and her sister around me and luckily the next studio of.