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He Had Been watching her house for three weeks now, patiently awaiting his opportunity. The information he received was accurate: She didn't work and her husband was leaving the country on business soon...he would be gone for two months.
The day after her husband left town, he dressed in a brown uniform and packed a large box with his gear. He was going to have some real fun with this bitch!
The weather that day was horrendous, thunderstorms drenched the area as he pulled into her driveway. But as it turned out, this was actually a blessing. Carrying the heavy box up the stairs to her front door, he balanced it with one hand as he rang the doorbell.
She answered the door wearing a summer dress and slippers, and invited him in when he told her the package was very heavy. She was short with him as he carried it into the living room, the rude cunt! "Put it down right there," she told him, "Next to the fireplace."
"Yes, ma'am," he responded, and set it down where as she instructed.
"I wonder what it could be," she thought out loud, and struggled to open it...to no avail. The box was sealed pretty good with packaging tape.
"Here, let me help you," he offered as he pulled out his pocket knife. He slid the knife easily down the tape and loosened the flaps, but once the tape was breached she told him he could leave now.
He turned to go but hesitated just a couple of feet from her as she opened the box and exclaimed, "What is this crap?!" Inside the box were an assortment of sex toys; whips, chains, leather restraints, blind folds, candles, nipple clamps, vibrators, dildos and a couple of tubes of lubricant.
As she stood there confused he stepped quickly up behind her, his knife still open, and grabbed a handful of her blonde hair. She gasped and began to scream, but he covered her mouth as he held the knife up in front of her face.
"You're one rude-ass cunt, you know that, bitch?!" he whispered hoarsely into her ear as he waved the knife slowly in front of her eyes. "You better be quiet now, you hear me?" All she could do was nod her head slowly. "Put your hands behind your back...do it now!" he instructed, and she quickly complied. Reaching into his back pocket, he retrieved his handcuffs and quickly placed them onto her wrists. The cold steel pressed into her delicate skin as she began to tremble with fear.
"Please don't hurt me...I've got money in the safe," she begged, but he wasn't there for money. No...he didn't want any fucking money.
"You talk too damn much!" he told her, and reached into the box. Removing the red ball gag, he placed it firmly in her mouth and strapped the buckle in the back. "There, that should fix that problem," he said with a sneer and, reaching once again into the box, removed the sleeping mask. He slid it over her eyes and pushed her towards the couch.
He felt stronger now, knowing she was totally helpless and under his complete control. He felt his cock begin to swell. Yes, he was going to have some real fun with this whore for a few days. "Stay there and don't you dare move a goddamn inch!" he barked at her, and she nodded her head in obedience.
Going back to the box, he dragged it to one end of the couch so that he could have better access to its contents. Reaching in, he retrieved a spreader bar and affixed the leather ankle restraints firmly around each of her ankles. The two-foot bar kept her feet spread just enough for full access to her pussy, but close enough where she could still stand and not lose her balance.
"Yes," he began to whisper into her ear, "you're going to do whatever I say, and nobody will get hurt." She began to whimper softly as she stood there trembling with fear, a tear slowly rolling down her cheek.
He took two steps back and marveled at his handiwork...at how good she looked all restrained with no place to go. "Look at that fine ass," he thought aloud, and as he approached her he placed his hand firmly on that nice round ass of hers. He began to caress it slowly but firmly, feeling her panties underneath the thin material of her summer dress. He gave her right cheek a good whack and she yelped through the ball gag...both sounds were music to his ears. "You're going to be my whore tonight," he told her as a couple more tears appeared on her flushing cheeks. Saliva began to escape her trembling lips past the ball gag and cascade slowly down her chin.
Placing his right hand once again on her ass, he massaged it firmly and slowly. He then reached around with his left hand and began to m***** her tits. Her nipples began to harden as he worked his fingers through the thin fabric of her dress...she wasn't wearing a bra, the slut! The fingers of his right hand ascended upwards between her knees, slowly inching their way up between her thighs, squeezing and teasing as they passed the hemline of her pretty summer dress. Upward, slowly but with purpose, his fingers worked the now warm flesh, until they finally reached the uppermost region of her inner thighs. He felt the heat of her moist pussy through the silky fabric of her panties.
Pinching her now hardened nipples with his left hand, he simultaneously pressed the fingers of his right hand into the crotch of her now soaking wet panties. "Oh, you like this don't you, whore?" he whispered hoarsely into her ear. All she could do was moan softly as she stood there helpless.
By now his cock was as hard as a rock. He decided it was time to get more comfortable. He removed his shoes and socks and unzipped his fly. He freed his willy and rubbed it up under her dress, between her legs. He could feel the heat of her fleshy thighs as he thrust his meat up against her now drenched panties and began to dry-hump her from behind.
"Feel that, you cunt?" he sneered as he worked his thick, throbbing cock up against her crotch. "I'm going to fuck you good tonight!" He continued to dry-hump her panties for a couple more minutes before telling her, "But first you've got to earn it!" Moving to her side now, he got a good hold of her mid-section and pushed her carefully to her knees.
He then grabbed her hair with his left hand as he began to rub his meaty member against her face. Her rubbed the fat head of that cock of his against her cheeks...her ears...her neck...her throat...her lips...using her tears as lubrication. Pre-cum oozed from the tip of his cock, mingling with her tears, and he rubbed it onto her lips. Soft moans began to escape her throat as she tasted his salty pre-cum, and he knew then that she was his whore.
He continued to rub his throbbing cock all over her face and neck as she knelt there on the carpeted floor, her feet held securely apart by the spreader bar and her hands cuffed behind her. Saliva drooled down her chin from her quivering lips, and tears smeared her cheeks. But her moans betrayed her, as did that soaking wet fuck hole between her legs.
"Yeah, you fucking whore," he began once again, "you've got to earn that good fucking you're going to get" and he unbuckled the ball gag and tossed it on the couch. She gasped for air and once again begged him not to hurt her.
"Shut the fuck up," he barked as he yanked her head backwards. He took his cock and rubbed it against her lips. She moved her head sideways in a feeble attempt to avoid contact. But he persisted, and soon her trembling lips were parted by the fat head of his thick cock.
"Work it, bitch!" he instructed her. "Work that slutty tongue of yours on my cock, whore!" She reluctantly complied. "Suck that cock, you slimy cunt!" he ordered, and she proceeded to take it into her hot, wet mouth and commence to sucking it. He could feel her tongue twirling around his meaty fuck rod as he began to slowly pump it in and out of her hot mouth. And to his delight and surprise, whenever he momentarily removed it from her drooling wet mouth, she would stick her tongue out over her lower lip, silently begging him to insert it once again! The whore wanted it! She was hungry for cock!
He began to slowly fuck her face, pushing his cock deeper and deeper with each thrust as he held her head between his hands. Soon enough he was balls-deep as he continued to fuck that mouth of hers...and she loved it! Removing his dick, she would kneel there, tongue extended over her lower lip, eagerly awaiting insertion once again. But this time he held back. "Please, Sir," she begged him, "please feed me your cock! I need to feel it down my throat!" And he laughed aloud as he did just that. "WHORE!"
He pushed her backwards against the couch, her head caught between the cushions and his crotch. And he fucked her mouth. He fucked it deep and hard and fast. He fucked that mouth like it was just another pussy! He fucked it until he exploded down her throat.
And she gulped down every drop, milking his meat with her hungry lips and tongue, swallowing his heavy load until he withdrew and stepped back, sweat pouring down his forehead.
"Yeah, slut," he said while he caught his breath, "you just earned yourself a good fucking."
He stood there looking at her as a sly smile appeared on her face. "Thank you, Daddy."
"Yes, whore, I'm your Daddy...and don't you ever forget it!" he said as he chuckled wholeheartedly.
And as he gazed down to the carpet between her knees, he noticed a wet spot had developed. Too big to be just her saliva, and the fact that he shot his load down her throat eliminated the possibility of it being his cum. Then he saw the source...the lower part of her dress was wet, and reaching down to pull up the hemline he saw that her panties were soaked throughout! She was a squirter, and during the course of him fucking her mouth she must have cum several times!
Lightening flashed through the d****s and thunder roared outside as he reached back into the box to retrieve a butt plug, a tube of lube, nipple clamps, a dildo and a set of leather wrist cuffs. He then set them all on the couch. Reaching once more into the box, he retrieved a collar and leash. Placing the collar around her neck and locking it, he then secured the clasp of the leash into the metal ring at the front of the collar.
He slowly pulled her by the leash, back up onto her knees, and gave her face a firm slap. She gasped suddenly at the blow, but then softly whispered, "Oh, Daddy!" He then carefully laid her flat on her belly and removed the handcuffs.
After placing her arms by her sides, he rolled her over onto her back before securing the cuffs to each wrist. Grabbing the spreader bar, he lifted it up and, bending her knees, attached each cuff to the center ring of the bar. He then took his knife and cut her panties off. He held them to his nose and inhaled deeply before tossing them to the side. "Hmmm, my whore has a sweet pussy!" He then proceeded to cut and tear her pretty summer dress from her body.
With her feet up in the air and held separated by the bar, and the bar being held firmly there by her wrists, her ass and pussy were fully exposed and at his complete disposal. Placing a dab of lube on her asshole and butt plug, he listened to her moan softly as he teasingly twisted it in bit by bit several times before inserting it fully into her willing rectum. He always enjoyed popping a whore's anal cherry that way!
He then applied the nipple clamps to her pussy lips, and she once again gasped softly as she felt them clamp down on her labia.
One more time he reached into the box to retrieve a riding crop. Then once again placing the fat head of his thick cock against her lips, he used the crop to slap her ass cheeks, thighs and pussy. "Suck my cock," he demanded as he administered each strike, and she worked her tongue and lips feverishly on his throbbing meat as she let out throaty moans of pleasure and pain.
With each moderate whack the riding crop would leave its mark on her flesh; her thighs and her ass cheeks soon became spotted with crop marks. And when he lightly hit the clamps on her pussy lips she would thrust her hips upward in pain. The butt plug made a fun target as well, making her squirm and moan with every tap of the crop. Her hungry mouth gulped in every inch of his cock as he fucked her lovely face, thrusting his fuck pole again and again into her willing throat.
After 20 or thirty minutes of this treatment he decided it was time to fuck this whore, so he removed the clamps from her labia and re-positioned himself to ready his cock for penetration. A heavy moan escaped her throat as he thrust his fat cock deep into her throbbing cunt, each deep stroke causing his heavy balls to smack up against the butt plug. Soft squeals of pleasure emanated from her vocal chords as fucked her steadily and hard, and even as immobilized as she was she met his thrusts with her own.
"Yes, Daddy, yes Daddy, YES DADDY, YES!" she stammered breathlessly, "Fuck me! I'm your whore...I'm your slutty fucking whore!"
He fucked her non-stop for 25 minutes straight before deciding it was time to take her asshole.
He removed the butt plug as she lay there helpless, and he pressed the thick head of his cock up against her little rosebud. He gave it just one quick push and his cock-head was in. Then he teased her by slowly pushing it in millimeter at a time and pulling back, but not completely out. Inch by inch he repeated this until his cock was buried deep in her ass. Then he began a slow and steady fuck of her tight anal cavity, going the full length of his cock with each stroke.
"Oh, Daddy," she moaned..."Daddy fuck my ass!" she begged her new Master.
He enjoyed His new fuck toy. Everything about her made his cock rock-hard. She far exceeded His expectations, and He knew that she would be His forever.
That first night went well, with no interruptions at all. But by now he was getting hungry, so he removed the spreader bar and took her into the kitchen to grab a bite to eat. However, he didn't want to take any chances of her having unexpected visitors, so he replaced the ball gag and commenced to securing her to the kitchen table . He then went and parked his vehicle around back.
Returning to the kitchen, he rummaged through the refrigerator and feasted on some leftover fried chicken. He also helped himself to a couple of beers as he contemplated what he's do next to his new fuck toy.
As he finished off his second beer he gazed down on her, tied down to the kitchen table. He always took pride in his rope work, and especially enjoyed breast bondage. Her tits looked great framed by the rope as they slowly turned a lovely shade of light purple.
No sooner than he began to use the crop on her tits, he heard the locks on the front door turning! What the fuck, he thought...her husband's supposed to be gone for two months! Damn, the business trip might have been cancelled. Shit!
He dashed into the living room and positioned himself behind the door just as it began to open. Her husband didn't notice him at all, but the first thing he saw was the box by the couch. Curious, he approached it and, looking inside, was quite confused as to its contents. "Honey," he said aloud, "what's this package all about?"
"You'll find out soon enough," said the voice behind him, and he was pushed at knife-point into the kitchen. "Sit down!" her husband was ordered, and he quickly obliged. The next thing he knew, he found himself tied securely to the chair and facing his beautiful wife. He was silenced with a strip of duct tape.
"Mr. Brown" then removed the sleeping mask from his new whore, and she looked helplessly at her husband, who was looking helplessly back at her.
Her husband was completely helpless as she was used and abused repeatedly on the kitchen table...
To be continued..?
The day after her husband left town, he dressed in a brown uniform and packed a large box with his gear. He was going to have some real fun with this bitch!
The weather that day was horrendous, thunderstorms drenched the area as he pulled into her driveway. But as it turned out, this was actually a blessing. Carrying the heavy box up the stairs to her front door, he balanced it with one hand as he rang the doorbell.
She answered the door wearing a summer dress and slippers, and invited him in when he told her the package was very heavy. She was short with him as he carried it into the living room, the rude cunt! "Put it down right there," she told him, "Next to the fireplace."
"Yes, ma'am," he responded, and set it down where as she instructed.
"I wonder what it could be," she thought out loud, and struggled to open it...to no avail. The box was sealed pretty good with packaging tape.
"Here, let me help you," he offered as he pulled out his pocket knife. He slid the knife easily down the tape and loosened the flaps, but once the tape was breached she told him he could leave now.
He turned to go but hesitated just a couple of feet from her as she opened the box and exclaimed, "What is this crap?!" Inside the box were an assortment of sex toys; whips, chains, leather restraints, blind folds, candles, nipple clamps, vibrators, dildos and a couple of tubes of lubricant.
As she stood there confused he stepped quickly up behind her, his knife still open, and grabbed a handful of her blonde hair. She gasped and began to scream, but he covered her mouth as he held the knife up in front of her face.
"You're one rude-ass cunt, you know that, bitch?!" he whispered hoarsely into her ear as he waved the knife slowly in front of her eyes. "You better be quiet now, you hear me?" All she could do was nod her head slowly. "Put your hands behind your back...do it now!" he instructed, and she quickly complied. Reaching into his back pocket, he retrieved his handcuffs and quickly placed them onto her wrists. The cold steel pressed into her delicate skin as she began to tremble with fear.
"Please don't hurt me...I've got money in the safe," she begged, but he wasn't there for money. No...he didn't want any fucking money.
"You talk too damn much!" he told her, and reached into the box. Removing the red ball gag, he placed it firmly in her mouth and strapped the buckle in the back. "There, that should fix that problem," he said with a sneer and, reaching once again into the box, removed the sleeping mask. He slid it over her eyes and pushed her towards the couch.
He felt stronger now, knowing she was totally helpless and under his complete control. He felt his cock begin to swell. Yes, he was going to have some real fun with this whore for a few days. "Stay there and don't you dare move a goddamn inch!" he barked at her, and she nodded her head in obedience.
Going back to the box, he dragged it to one end of the couch so that he could have better access to its contents. Reaching in, he retrieved a spreader bar and affixed the leather ankle restraints firmly around each of her ankles. The two-foot bar kept her feet spread just enough for full access to her pussy, but close enough where she could still stand and not lose her balance.
"Yes," he began to whisper into her ear, "you're going to do whatever I say, and nobody will get hurt." She began to whimper softly as she stood there trembling with fear, a tear slowly rolling down her cheek.
He took two steps back and marveled at his handiwork...at how good she looked all restrained with no place to go. "Look at that fine ass," he thought aloud, and as he approached her he placed his hand firmly on that nice round ass of hers. He began to caress it slowly but firmly, feeling her panties underneath the thin material of her summer dress. He gave her right cheek a good whack and she yelped through the ball gag...both sounds were music to his ears. "You're going to be my whore tonight," he told her as a couple more tears appeared on her flushing cheeks. Saliva began to escape her trembling lips past the ball gag and cascade slowly down her chin.
Placing his right hand once again on her ass, he massaged it firmly and slowly. He then reached around with his left hand and began to m***** her tits. Her nipples began to harden as he worked his fingers through the thin fabric of her dress...she wasn't wearing a bra, the slut! The fingers of his right hand ascended upwards between her knees, slowly inching their way up between her thighs, squeezing and teasing as they passed the hemline of her pretty summer dress. Upward, slowly but with purpose, his fingers worked the now warm flesh, until they finally reached the uppermost region of her inner thighs. He felt the heat of her moist pussy through the silky fabric of her panties.
Pinching her now hardened nipples with his left hand, he simultaneously pressed the fingers of his right hand into the crotch of her now soaking wet panties. "Oh, you like this don't you, whore?" he whispered hoarsely into her ear. All she could do was moan softly as she stood there helpless.
By now his cock was as hard as a rock. He decided it was time to get more comfortable. He removed his shoes and socks and unzipped his fly. He freed his willy and rubbed it up under her dress, between her legs. He could feel the heat of her fleshy thighs as he thrust his meat up against her now drenched panties and began to dry-hump her from behind.
"Feel that, you cunt?" he sneered as he worked his thick, throbbing cock up against her crotch. "I'm going to fuck you good tonight!" He continued to dry-hump her panties for a couple more minutes before telling her, "But first you've got to earn it!" Moving to her side now, he got a good hold of her mid-section and pushed her carefully to her knees.
He then grabbed her hair with his left hand as he began to rub his meaty member against her face. Her rubbed the fat head of that cock of his against her cheeks...her ears...her neck...her throat...her lips...using her tears as lubrication. Pre-cum oozed from the tip of his cock, mingling with her tears, and he rubbed it onto her lips. Soft moans began to escape her throat as she tasted his salty pre-cum, and he knew then that she was his whore.
He continued to rub his throbbing cock all over her face and neck as she knelt there on the carpeted floor, her feet held securely apart by the spreader bar and her hands cuffed behind her. Saliva drooled down her chin from her quivering lips, and tears smeared her cheeks. But her moans betrayed her, as did that soaking wet fuck hole between her legs.
"Yeah, you fucking whore," he began once again, "you've got to earn that good fucking you're going to get" and he unbuckled the ball gag and tossed it on the couch. She gasped for air and once again begged him not to hurt her.
"Shut the fuck up," he barked as he yanked her head backwards. He took his cock and rubbed it against her lips. She moved her head sideways in a feeble attempt to avoid contact. But he persisted, and soon her trembling lips were parted by the fat head of his thick cock.
"Work it, bitch!" he instructed her. "Work that slutty tongue of yours on my cock, whore!" She reluctantly complied. "Suck that cock, you slimy cunt!" he ordered, and she proceeded to take it into her hot, wet mouth and commence to sucking it. He could feel her tongue twirling around his meaty fuck rod as he began to slowly pump it in and out of her hot mouth. And to his delight and surprise, whenever he momentarily removed it from her drooling wet mouth, she would stick her tongue out over her lower lip, silently begging him to insert it once again! The whore wanted it! She was hungry for cock!
He began to slowly fuck her face, pushing his cock deeper and deeper with each thrust as he held her head between his hands. Soon enough he was balls-deep as he continued to fuck that mouth of hers...and she loved it! Removing his dick, she would kneel there, tongue extended over her lower lip, eagerly awaiting insertion once again. But this time he held back. "Please, Sir," she begged him, "please feed me your cock! I need to feel it down my throat!" And he laughed aloud as he did just that. "WHORE!"
He pushed her backwards against the couch, her head caught between the cushions and his crotch. And he fucked her mouth. He fucked it deep and hard and fast. He fucked that mouth like it was just another pussy! He fucked it until he exploded down her throat.
And she gulped down every drop, milking his meat with her hungry lips and tongue, swallowing his heavy load until he withdrew and stepped back, sweat pouring down his forehead.
"Yeah, slut," he said while he caught his breath, "you just earned yourself a good fucking."
He stood there looking at her as a sly smile appeared on her face. "Thank you, Daddy."
"Yes, whore, I'm your Daddy...and don't you ever forget it!" he said as he chuckled wholeheartedly.
And as he gazed down to the carpet between her knees, he noticed a wet spot had developed. Too big to be just her saliva, and the fact that he shot his load down her throat eliminated the possibility of it being his cum. Then he saw the source...the lower part of her dress was wet, and reaching down to pull up the hemline he saw that her panties were soaked throughout! She was a squirter, and during the course of him fucking her mouth she must have cum several times!
Lightening flashed through the d****s and thunder roared outside as he reached back into the box to retrieve a butt plug, a tube of lube, nipple clamps, a dildo and a set of leather wrist cuffs. He then set them all on the couch. Reaching once more into the box, he retrieved a collar and leash. Placing the collar around her neck and locking it, he then secured the clasp of the leash into the metal ring at the front of the collar.
He slowly pulled her by the leash, back up onto her knees, and gave her face a firm slap. She gasped suddenly at the blow, but then softly whispered, "Oh, Daddy!" He then carefully laid her flat on her belly and removed the handcuffs.
After placing her arms by her sides, he rolled her over onto her back before securing the cuffs to each wrist. Grabbing the spreader bar, he lifted it up and, bending her knees, attached each cuff to the center ring of the bar. He then took his knife and cut her panties off. He held them to his nose and inhaled deeply before tossing them to the side. "Hmmm, my whore has a sweet pussy!" He then proceeded to cut and tear her pretty summer dress from her body.
With her feet up in the air and held separated by the bar, and the bar being held firmly there by her wrists, her ass and pussy were fully exposed and at his complete disposal. Placing a dab of lube on her asshole and butt plug, he listened to her moan softly as he teasingly twisted it in bit by bit several times before inserting it fully into her willing rectum. He always enjoyed popping a whore's anal cherry that way!
He then applied the nipple clamps to her pussy lips, and she once again gasped softly as she felt them clamp down on her labia.
One more time he reached into the box to retrieve a riding crop. Then once again placing the fat head of his thick cock against her lips, he used the crop to slap her ass cheeks, thighs and pussy. "Suck my cock," he demanded as he administered each strike, and she worked her tongue and lips feverishly on his throbbing meat as she let out throaty moans of pleasure and pain.
With each moderate whack the riding crop would leave its mark on her flesh; her thighs and her ass cheeks soon became spotted with crop marks. And when he lightly hit the clamps on her pussy lips she would thrust her hips upward in pain. The butt plug made a fun target as well, making her squirm and moan with every tap of the crop. Her hungry mouth gulped in every inch of his cock as he fucked her lovely face, thrusting his fuck pole again and again into her willing throat.
After 20 or thirty minutes of this treatment he decided it was time to fuck this whore, so he removed the clamps from her labia and re-positioned himself to ready his cock for penetration. A heavy moan escaped her throat as he thrust his fat cock deep into her throbbing cunt, each deep stroke causing his heavy balls to smack up against the butt plug. Soft squeals of pleasure emanated from her vocal chords as fucked her steadily and hard, and even as immobilized as she was she met his thrusts with her own.
"Yes, Daddy, yes Daddy, YES DADDY, YES!" she stammered breathlessly, "Fuck me! I'm your whore...I'm your slutty fucking whore!"
He fucked her non-stop for 25 minutes straight before deciding it was time to take her asshole.
He removed the butt plug as she lay there helpless, and he pressed the thick head of his cock up against her little rosebud. He gave it just one quick push and his cock-head was in. Then he teased her by slowly pushing it in millimeter at a time and pulling back, but not completely out. Inch by inch he repeated this until his cock was buried deep in her ass. Then he began a slow and steady fuck of her tight anal cavity, going the full length of his cock with each stroke.
"Oh, Daddy," she moaned..."Daddy fuck my ass!" she begged her new Master.
He enjoyed His new fuck toy. Everything about her made his cock rock-hard. She far exceeded His expectations, and He knew that she would be His forever.
That first night went well, with no interruptions at all. But by now he was getting hungry, so he removed the spreader bar and took her into the kitchen to grab a bite to eat. However, he didn't want to take any chances of her having unexpected visitors, so he replaced the ball gag and commenced to securing her to the kitchen table . He then went and parked his vehicle around back.
Returning to the kitchen, he rummaged through the refrigerator and feasted on some leftover fried chicken. He also helped himself to a couple of beers as he contemplated what he's do next to his new fuck toy.
As he finished off his second beer he gazed down on her, tied down to the kitchen table. He always took pride in his rope work, and especially enjoyed breast bondage. Her tits looked great framed by the rope as they slowly turned a lovely shade of light purple.
No sooner than he began to use the crop on her tits, he heard the locks on the front door turning! What the fuck, he thought...her husband's supposed to be gone for two months! Damn, the business trip might have been cancelled. Shit!
He dashed into the living room and positioned himself behind the door just as it began to open. Her husband didn't notice him at all, but the first thing he saw was the box by the couch. Curious, he approached it and, looking inside, was quite confused as to its contents. "Honey," he said aloud, "what's this package all about?"
"You'll find out soon enough," said the voice behind him, and he was pushed at knife-point into the kitchen. "Sit down!" her husband was ordered, and he quickly obliged. The next thing he knew, he found himself tied securely to the chair and facing his beautiful wife. He was silenced with a strip of duct tape.
"Mr. Brown" then removed the sleeping mask from his new whore, and she looked helplessly at her husband, who was looking helplessly back at her.
Her husband was completely helpless as she was used and abused repeatedly on the kitchen table...
To be continued..?
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