Stop.. please. I stopped, looking back at him.. asking him what was wrong. Nothing he says, only I want to fill your pussy with my cum, not your mouth... So with that, I moved off of him and was on all 4's! He got on his knees as I bent all the way over. He rubbed the wetness all over the outside of my pussy and onto my clit. Slowly, he slid his hard cock in me. He felt amazing. He sorta laid on me, reaching around and playing with my hard nipples. I fell him pull back and start pumping. As he. There were few places I was allowed to go, and fewer alone. I was told how to clean the house, cook our food, and it had to be perfect. He controlled every aspect of my life down to when I went to the bathroom and whether or not he was there to supervise. Soft whispered declarations of love turned to insults about what I looked like, how I behaved, what I wore and reprimands for each. Making love turned into torture literally. He started to hurt me during sex. He would bite or pinch me,. It wasn't that he was handsome or anything but he had something, an aura about him.He didn't ask my permission, he just stripped me naked and pushed his big fat cock into me. I was half lying across his desk while he pumped into my responding body."Fucking sexy slut," he whispered in my ear"No, please," I begged, but not too much as his cock felt wonderful inside me."You're my slut now," he said, as he pounded into me.He had finished now and was zipping himself up. I sat up and looked about for. No bra and just a tiny black g-string. She really does have a good ass, I muse as I watch my man ogle it.“How does my ass rate alongside Sarah’s?,” she teases as she holds my gaze and motions for my man to slide her g-string off.“They are both magnificent, look at what they have done for my erection.”“Good, you really are eight-inches and thick, you can fantasise about my ass and ogle it in the mirrors while Sarah is blowing you and I lick her cunt.”I position myself on my favourite chair for.