Little Jolie

Walking to the staircase near her block, Jolie was full of fear when a compromising photo was sent to her phone. Responding to the request of the blackmail, she wore a sundress with a black unpadded cross-rib bra, along with its matching panties. Apparently, whoever scaring her knew some of her clothes and did not hesitate to instruct her to appear in them.

Looking around at the location, a man in his twenties spotted her and waved his phone at her, making her jog to his spot before any attention was drawn.

Ryan: ‘Jolie? You will call me Master R from now on. Got it?’
Jolie: ‘Wait. Who are you? And how did you get those photos?’
Ryan: ‘Do I need to repeat myself? Master R. And there is no need for you to know where I got those photos. In fact, I have videos of you too.’

He tapped a few times on his phone before turning it into her face, playing a video of her sitting on her bed and masturbating herself with a comb handle. Tears filled her eyes knowing what she got herself into, but could not recall the angle the video was recorded in. Did someone place the..

Before she could work things out, he had caught her hair and threw her against the parapet near the window. Her bag was torn away from her and her dress was roughly yanked to her waist, forcing her to cover her chest in modesty.

Ryan: ‘So you did wear it. Take your panties off now.’

Jolie could only wriggle her ass to get the black underwear off and he snatched it away the moment she held it up. Taking in a deep breath of her vaginal scent, he grabbed her hair with one hand and brought her to the lowest step, unzipping his pants while biting her panty.

Ryan: ‘Suck it. Make me happy.’

Was it even that easy for him to get what he wanted? There was no way she could suck a stranger’s dick, partly fearing what disease he might be carrying. He had long expected her reluctance and squatted down in front of her, selecting a few contacts with the video attached for mass dispersion.

Jolie (sobbing): ‘Wait wait. I’ll do it. Don’t send it to anyone else.’

The petite twenty year old wiped her tears away and snotted her nose clear. Holding that scary piece of meat in her hand, it was the second she had touched besides her boyfriend’s. The suspicion of her boyfriend setting up the spy cameras crept into her mind as she licked the tip of his cock, tasting what was about to cum.

Ryan had little patience for foreplay and held her hair firmly, before Jolie willingly went down on his shaft. Saliva mixing with snot and tears, the scent of his cock tasted better than without her sorrows. In and out her lips dragged along his foreskin, and disgusting deep groans emerged from the swaying body of his.

After two minutes of the teary blowjob, he bent forward and dug his way into her bra, caressing the fleshy boobs she had lost track of their size. As much as she hated it, her nipples were erecting in his fingers and it took some of the pain away from the choking oral sex.

As she worked diligently to get that ordeal over and done with, Ryan was sober and spread her legs apart with his feet, catching a glimpse of some shimmer of her unconsciously wetting vagina.

Ryan: ‘So you’re wet huh?’
Jolie: ‘Yes Master. I am.’
Ryan: ‘Keep sucking.’

He held onto the handrail for balance and slipped his feet out of his slippers, big toe going into direct contact with her most vulnerable spot. The coarseness of his toe actually felt great on her smooth clit and she was moaning as quietly as possible behind the slurping noises.

Soon, he was too thick for her mouth and her jaws were giving up, scratching his shaft a few times with her teeth.

Ryan: ‘You’re hurting me bitch. Get up now.’

He arched his hips away and she instinctively wiped her mouth with the back of her hand, as if she just had a buffet of cock. Her sluggish movement was hastened when he pulled her up on her feet, knocking her pelvis against the hard metal rails in front of her groin.

The instance he pushed her back forward, the horrors of what was happening caused her to struggle. Almost immediately, she felt his hips pressing on her thighs and the huge piece of cock slid dangerously along her ass crack.

Jolie (pleading): ‘No.. please don’t.. Master.. please.. ‘

She was on time to beg for mercy but too late to stop him. The first inch of his cock tore opened her long, unused pussy lips and stayed apart around his shaft as he forced his way in. Wet and warm, the ascend into her body weakened her senses to fight back. The only outlet she had to vent her discomfort was her lips, which she bit hard to remind her that she was being abused.

It only took three thrusts of his cock to free her mouth and all her moans were caught in his musky palm over her face. Her body confused her as more juices came to lubricate his unlawful entry, easing the continuous plunges into her pussy.

Ryan (whispering): ‘You’re so fucking wet. Love it don’t you?’

Her vaginal muscles closed after that sentence and he rammed even faster, ripping her hole apart over and over again with each deep stroke. Her nipples were sore and harder than ever, scrapping against the almost-new bra cups that kept rubbing those peaks. Whatever was happening was unwanted, but a small part of her body was enjoying the shameful attention. It felt like eyes on her when she went out in her wardrobe of short dresses and skirts, but this time, the intense heat in her pussy was burning a deep impression into her head.

He let go of her mouth once she quietened down, holding her soft waist skin to drag her backwards with each forward thrust. By then, he was deeper than the only dick that had been in her, and the rape was fucking her stress away.

Ryan: ‘I’m gonna cum now baby.. Sit back down.’

He suddenly pulled out and spun her around, waiting two seconds for her knees to give way to the intense sex earlier. Seated listless on the steps, he pressed her ear on his thigh and used her hand to jerk himself off, aimmed right at her face.

There was no warning when the first load splattered across her imperfect complexion, lining her pretty eyelashes, nose bridge and lips with thick cum that wouldn’t budge. He stuck his leaking cock into her mouth for the last bit and wiped his spent cock with her panties, leaving her with his DNA for memory’s sake.

Ryan: ‘I will text you again. And I expect you to reply faster this time. Got it?’

Jolie was in a daze touching the cum from the most unimaginable encounter and made him repeat his question, this time tugging her hair painfully.

Jolie: ‘Yes Master. Faster this time.’

He cleaned his sticky cum off her face like a baby having food all over its mouth and threw her panties into her lap. Disappearing down the stairs after he was got dressed, Jolie was all alone again, feeling nothingness from all that had happened.

When she touched herself below to see if there was any physical damage, the tingle that shot through her spine flashed the mental image of his cock buried deep in her pussy. Sure, wet she was getting, but there was no way she could remain in this disheveled state.

The walk home was a sore one as abrasion appeared between her delicate soft pussy lips, urging her to apply some icy cold Vaselin from the fridge. The hour of silence in her room was accompanied by her massaging fingers on her clit, relieving the ache while images of the violent man appeared to fuck her mind again.

When Jolie received the very video clip she saw on his phone, the sight of her masturbating on her bed seemed so tamed compared to what she had become. There was no more personal time, as Ryan darkened the darker side of her life.

He became an irresistible scene that would surface whenever anyone touched her down there. And followed by an unbelievably wet session of sex, or masturbation, depending on if she was alone. Good or bad, her boyfriend never questioned her newfound energy during their sexy times.

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