Romans & histoires Forced Fisting

She sobbed around the cock in her mouth, her tears and drool running down her chin, but her pussy betrayed her, clenching on nothing and dripping onto the floor. When his fist was buried to the wrist he started pumping, slow at first, then faster, twisting on every stroke while the man in her throat came with a grunt and painted her tongue. He pulled out and the next man took his place immediately, thicker, forcing her jaw wider. Victor pulled his fist free with a wet pop and her asshole gaped, red and stayed open, red and fluttering. He took a photo on his phone, zoomed in, and sent it to her husband. Look how pretty her asshole looks after one fist.

They both hurried over and were stunned to see that the door was fucking locked. They both looked at each other. And Sean said " he fucking locked us in"

Her tone was firm and conveyed her irritation. He pretended not to hear that. He actually increased his kisses there—on Helena's fingers. Even when she tried to pull her hands away, he still didn't let go. This was the only physical contact he could have in their situation. In fact, he could have done more like hugging her, for example. However, he did not dare take that risk and made her even angrier. His wife looked scary when she was furious.

Something deep within me had rebelled against the idea of forcing myself upon a woman who was unwilling. My anger and frustration overwhelmed me, and I let out a primal roar, my fists slamming against the wall with a force that shook the room. "Why?!" I shouted, my voice echoing through the space. "Why couldn't I do it?"

I wanted to hasten with their thrusts, to add more force to it as they made me come undone between them. I couldn't hold back. I felt Fred's hand reach down between my legs, felt him pluck at my clit. It was the last bit of sensation my body could take. I burst around them. Cumming in a violent bucking. They held firm to me, keeping me in place, controlling me.

He fisted my dick roughly still kissing me. “Is this a fluke accident?” he stroked even harder. I moaned, leaning into his touch. “Spit on my hand” he pulled away and put his hand In front of me. I spat into it. “More, you don't want a chaffed dick do you?” He commanded and I spat more. He took the hand back to my dick and fisted it. He leaned in continuing to kiss me as he stroked me harder and faster. I felt my balls begin to tighten and he stopped. I moaned in protest but he just snarled and stuffed my dick into my pants and shorts.

With forceful strokes, I began stroking my dick, and when I realized it was hardened, I widened her legs and thrust in. She gasped at my forceful thrust, but that didn't stop me; instead, I began slamming in and out of her. Holding on to her boobs, I squeezed them and aggressively thrust inside her, while she released a sound of discomfort and attempted to close her eyes. “Eyes open; I want to see your eyes on me,” I demanded, and she obeyed. Our eyes interlocked as I slammed inside her even harder. She exclaimed in discomfort and sank her fingers into my shoulders, which I ignored and continued thrusting.

"Wow boys, looks like we have another feisty one here. All the other ones before you were just like that but we managed to break them. I'm going to enjoy breaking you.” Irritated that the men kept on sexualizing her, Mabel pushed her head to the back and rammed it into the man's face causing him to groan in pain. His nose immediately started bleeding and he felt his head banging in pain. How dare you?" He roared as he slapped Mabel. The wound on the side of her mouth that had dried out, started bleeding once more. “My apologies, I just couldn't help it,” Mabel laughed mockingly. At that point, she concluded that she was a masochist as she always liked to do things that would surely cause her

Mom was expecting me to come down at any moment. “Stop it, Fred. I don’t have time for this. I will scream, and they will come find us here. I know we don’t want them." Even after my threat, he didn't reply. He pulled my pants off, then shoved his fingers inside me. He took my hands as I fought to pull away from him. He pinned both of them behind me, then spread my thighs wider with my legs. His grip was so strong that I didn't resist; I just laid down and made him do away with me, but while I awaited his wrath, I felt something cold and hard. He rubbed it against my cunt in a circular pattern while teasing my clitoral area.

A sob catches in my throat as I struggle harder, my fingers clawing weakly against him. “Felix—please—” And suddenly— The door bursts open. A sharp sound follows. A fist slams into his jaw.