Penthouse Slaves Series: Jess - Sex Stories

Penthouse Slaves Series: Jess

... light in her eyes fades. Damon isn’t the only one who can teach lessons. She will understand now. She is nothing but a toy for me to use. Her body is mine to violate and abuse endlessly. She understands now. What it means to be my slave. “Eleven! Twelve! Thirteen!” I can barely stand up. Her young throat feels so good. It moves and massages my cock with warm wet contractions. I forget to pull my cock out and let her breathe at all. I just fuck her throat over and over with deep, violent thrust. As I close my eyes and slam my dick harder into her gaping throat I don’t notice her body start to shake, eyes quivering as the oxygen begins to run out. “Fifteen!” I grunt and as I do I feel a warm tingle travel up my shaft. As my legs shake and my eyes close the warmth explodes like fire out of the tip of my cock, pouring steaming hot cum into Jess’ violated teen throat. She does not gag and she does not protest, she accepts the tidal wave of hot creamy liquid pouring down her throat without a sound. I pull my cock out of her throat and she begins to lick me clean without prompting. I pay no attention to how heavy she is breathing when my cock leaves her throat, or how her lips almost seem blue as they go to work on my spit coated dick. Her tongue works quickly, sliding all around the tip before her lips suck the last few drops from within. Never once during her facial assault did she leave her submissive position. Hands still firmly on her knees, teen ass raised high in the air for ...

... me to use and abuse. And I can’t wait any longer. “Alright you stupid fucktoy. Tell me, what are you good for?” “I’m good at being a slut. I’m good at being used like a whore.” Her lines are perfect. Her tone is flat and accepting. “I’ll be the judge of that.” I said, snickering as I walk behind her, pulling her head back by the belt leash once again. Her tiny teen back arches violently and below I can see her pussy peeking from between her tightly closed legs. Her pussy is soaked. I take a finger and jam it into her wet slit unceremoniously. She flinches and gasps as the walls of her pussy grip my finger tightly, trying to obstruct the intruder. I wiggle, push and prod inside her young body, exploring without permission and watching as her body spasms and twitches without her consent. She’s trying to fight it but she can’t fight it all. Her heavy breathing and soaking wet pussy are living proof of that. She won’t fight it much longer. I pull my finger out and wipe the glistening liquid on her face. “I knew you were nothing but a little teen whore. You’re soaked slut. Nothing but a misbehaving fucktoy after all.” I don’t take time to warn her. I push my throbbing dick between her pussy lips and thrust hard. One hand pulls her head back with the belt while the other grips her hip and pulls. My dick slides slowly into her tight teen pussy, gaining progress at a constant snails pace, one millimeter at a time. Her pussy lips stretch and grip the pulsing shaft sliding past them. ...