Blowjobs for bullys

Damn.. that's impressive
Hawkings stood confidently in front of the desk, his words hung between them.

She sat, transfixed to the chair. Terror flooding through her. Could she do it? Could she afford not to. The disgusting man just stood there before her. A confident smile on his preditorial face. His cock throbbing and engorged tenting his underwear. So sure he’d got her trapped.

“I think you know what to do” he states as he looks down at his boxer bound cock to remove all doubt about what he wants.

Her mind raced as she desperately tried to seek out some escape. But she could see none. The choice was stark, this or prison. What else could she do? She stumbled to her feet and stepped towards him.

“No!” Hawkings commanded. She halted instinctively.

“Down on your hands and knees, crawl to me like your begging for your life, which in a way you are” a sadistic gleam in his merciless eyes.

‘Help me’ she thought, to who she didn’t know but there was no help to be had. She dropped down to her knees and crawled across the carpet until she knelt before him. He towered over her and his rigid phallus swayed and twitched before her eyes.

With shaking hands she reached for his boxers.

“No” he abruptly ordered. Her hand stopped , hovering inches from his barely contained excitement. “I don’t want your dirty floor hands touching me, I’m reticent enough about letting your filthy mouth do its work”

Her hand dropped to floor. Desperation clawed at her mind “please…..” she started to plead.

“No talking! Your hoe mouth has other things to attend to”

Tears formed at the corners of her eyes as she lent forward. She opened her mouth and took a bite of the fabric of his underwear in her mouth. Her tongue brushed against a damp patch of precum on the clothing and she tasted his salty eagerness as she tugged her head downwards to free him. The elastic resisted momentarily as his stiff cock was dragged downwards to point towards the floor before the waistband slipped over his thick cock and it sprang back up, his head rubbing along her face quickly as it leapt back to attention leaving his revolting precum smeared up her face. She shuddered with revulsion and looked at him. His penis hung above her, throbbing and twitching. It’s head glistening. As she watched a bead of precum oozed from the tip and fell onto her forehead. His brutal eyes bore down at her.

“Well….. I’m waiting”
 
Hawkings stood confidently in front of the desk, his words hung between them.

She sat, transfixed to the chair. Terror flooding through her. Could she do it? Could she afford not to. The disgusting man just stood there before her. A confident smile on his preditorial face. His cock throbbing and engorged tenting his underwear. So sure he’d got her trapped.

“I think you know what to do” he states as he looks down at his boxer bound cock to remove all doubt about what he wants.

Her mind raced as she desperately tried to seek out some escape. But she could see none. The choice was stark, this or prison. What else could she do? She stumbled to her feet and stepped towards him.

“No!” Hawkings commanded. She halted instinctively.

“Down on your hands and knees, crawl to me like your begging for your life, which in a way you are” a sadistic gleam in his merciless eyes.

‘Help me’ she thought, to who she didn’t know but there was no help to be had. She dropped down to her knees and crawled across the carpet until she knelt before him. He towered over her and his rigid phallus swayed and twitched before her eyes.

With shaking hands she reached for his boxers.

“No” he abruptly ordered. Her hand stopped , hovering inches from his barely contained excitement. “I don’t want your dirty floor hands touching me, I’m reticent enough about letting your filthy mouth do its work”

Her hand dropped to floor. Desperation clawed at her mind “please…..” she started to plead.

“No talking! Your hoe mouth has other things to attend to”

Tears formed at the corners of her eyes as she lent forward. She opened her mouth and took a bite of the fabric of his underwear in her mouth. Her tongue brushed against a damp patch of precum on the clothing and she tasted his salty eagerness as she tugged her head downwards to free him. The elastic resisted momentarily as his stiff cock was dragged downwards to point towards the floor before the waistband slipped over his thick cock and it sprang back up, his head rubbing along her face quickly as it leapt back to attention leaving his revolting precum smeared up her face. She shuddered with revulsion and looked at him. His penis hung above her, throbbing and twitching. It’s head glistening. As she watched a bead of precum oozed from the tip and fell onto her forehead. His brutal eyes bore down at her.

“Well….. I’m waiting”
I think you would be very disappointed with my roleplay ... I can't even come close to that
 
Had what I thought was an interesting idea for an ongoing roleplay situation

A real prick older man that holds personal information or something over you

Demanding blowjobs .. like he is entitled..

While it happens he treats the woman like trash .. saying terrible things to her

Discards her like trash as soon as it's finished
But of course now he has even more blackmail fodder. So, now, even though he may not be interested after the initial taking, he can still force her to do others, whether for him to gain money, power, prestige, or whatever.
 
She hasn't posted in here for weeks. Does she PM you? I'm just curious about having an open thread, but not being active in it.
 
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