sexylilmissie
Lost Soul
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- Jan 2, 2002
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Sheena was utterly flabbergasted that this creature knew her innermost thoughts. She felt as though she was disconnected from reality at this point...the only thing in the room that had not been to reduced to a vauge fuzziness was Him.
She wouldn't have minded him quite so much except for two things. One the fact that he was in here forcing her poor body to expirience a lot of pain and indignity...whether she perversly enjoyed being forced or not, the pain made sure that she stayed mad, scared and trying to weasel her way out by getting away with doing as little as possible.
The second thing was he was SO COLD. She had always sort of enjoyed giving blowjobs, even if they had just been a means of getting her own way. But the thought of his cold cock invading her anywhere was just to much. When she was thirteen or so, she had tried practicing on a cucumber...she had ended giving it up because the cold had just felt nasty.
Again he began to crewly twist and tug on her nipples. They were so engorged and sore she began to cry again. The tears soon faded to screams as she was pushed beyond the point of pain into agony. Then he stopped and she breathed a sigh of pure relief.
That didn't last either, for now, with his legs across her, he was rubbing the tip of his cock across her lips. “Commence to please me tart.” Knowing that further struggle was useless, (at least at this point) she opened her mouth and he slid inside. The icyness of him was almost enough to make her bring up her supper but somehow she managed to keep it down.
He was sliding his cock in and out of her mouth and she applied herself diligently to the task at hand, licking the tip as he withdrew and sucking with enthusiasm on the instroke. She wanted him to cum quickly just so he would get the hell out of her mouth, although she had noticed the heat there was warming him up fractionally.
His hands were buried in her hair and he used her head almost as a steering wheel to get her doing exactly what he wanted her to. Then he ripped her head off him and moved up a little more so she could suck and lick on his balls. She was revolted again because they were not only cold but also hairy...yuck!
Most of her mind was screaming in protest but there was a tiny corner that was dancing with glee. this was also the part that was causing her to alternatly press her thighs together and spread them, which put sweet pressure on her pussy and was getting her closer to cumming.
She wouldn't have minded him quite so much except for two things. One the fact that he was in here forcing her poor body to expirience a lot of pain and indignity...whether she perversly enjoyed being forced or not, the pain made sure that she stayed mad, scared and trying to weasel her way out by getting away with doing as little as possible.
The second thing was he was SO COLD. She had always sort of enjoyed giving blowjobs, even if they had just been a means of getting her own way. But the thought of his cold cock invading her anywhere was just to much. When she was thirteen or so, she had tried practicing on a cucumber...she had ended giving it up because the cold had just felt nasty.
Again he began to crewly twist and tug on her nipples. They were so engorged and sore she began to cry again. The tears soon faded to screams as she was pushed beyond the point of pain into agony. Then he stopped and she breathed a sigh of pure relief.
That didn't last either, for now, with his legs across her, he was rubbing the tip of his cock across her lips. “Commence to please me tart.” Knowing that further struggle was useless, (at least at this point) she opened her mouth and he slid inside. The icyness of him was almost enough to make her bring up her supper but somehow she managed to keep it down.
He was sliding his cock in and out of her mouth and she applied herself diligently to the task at hand, licking the tip as he withdrew and sucking with enthusiasm on the instroke. She wanted him to cum quickly just so he would get the hell out of her mouth, although she had noticed the heat there was warming him up fractionally.
His hands were buried in her hair and he used her head almost as a steering wheel to get her doing exactly what he wanted her to. Then he ripped her head off him and moved up a little more so she could suck and lick on his balls. She was revolted again because they were not only cold but also hairy...yuck!
Most of her mind was screaming in protest but there was a tiny corner that was dancing with glee. this was also the part that was causing her to alternatly press her thighs together and spread them, which put sweet pressure on her pussy and was getting her closer to cumming.