The Birthday Gift [NightDagger & Mr. D]

[NightDagger]

Wincing softly she struggled in his grip trying to keeo her face away from the ground. If the glass cut too deep she would scar and scarring knocked down her value. Wasn't Mr. Anderson aware of the rules? He should know he wasn't allowed to perminantly mark her in anyways. But if this glass kept cutting into her face and knees marks would be left behind. It wouldn't be him that got punished for it, it would be her.

"Oww." she winced out tears pricking the cornor of her eyes. It hurt! The uncomfortable feeling of having something push into her body with no lubrication was painful and it wasn't something she was used to. Panting softly she tried to keep her cheek above the stain the burning was beginning to grow annoying. She wasn't trained to be a sex slave, she'd been trained to be escort. They were two very diffrent things at least in her eyes. So she need alot of work which was why her boss sent her to him. He intended on whoring her out as a high class sex slave if she did well.

 

[Mr. D]

His breath was growing heavy as he felt the arousal rise in his body. He could hear her voice, hear her moanings and cries, but he did not register them. He was so caught up in the feeling of having his cock squeezed into her tight little ass that he was barely aware of the world around him. The wine, the glass, the butler quietly watching, it all felt so far away. The only thing that was real was the tender, beautifully shaped body below him, the body that he was holding tight in his hands, the body that he was going to use and abuse for his own pleasure.

He started to fuck he ass, first slow rhythmical thrusts, but he soon lost control over it, and just pounded her as hard and fast as he could, not caring that the friction of her dry, unlubed butthole was hurting his dick as well. "Fuck, fuck, you tight little slut!" he screamed between loud moans. He was squeezing her hips hard with his fingers, holding on to them like a drowning man to a barrel, pressing her body up on his hard cock. Everything calm and controlled about him was gone, he was a wild animal catching its prey.

For just some seconds ago, he had actually felt a bit sad for the girl. After all, he seemed to have hurt her quite a lot back then, and some way or another things obviously went wrong for her. But after all, now she was his, and the second he felt her skin under his finger he knew that he would not be able to control himself. When he watched his own cock sinking into her ass, watched her distorted, tearfilled eyes as she looked up over her shoulder at him, watched her beautiful face perverted by the grotesque pink lipstick, all feelings of guilt was crushed by his desire for her body.

 

[NightDagger]

Jessie was not a happy woman, in fact she was in quite a bit of pain from the violent penetration. Her poor abused backside throbbed angrily everytime he thrust inwards and she could feel the bruises developing on her hips from his violant grip. It had started out bearable but quickly passed that thresehold as he grew more violent, more dominant. She was actually beginning to feel bad for the actress that had agreed to sleep with him for the role. How could've the poor woman withstood a night with this man?

"Please slow down, you're hurting me." she cried out as tears continued to flow down her cheeks smearing her make-up leaving trails of purple tears. Her fingernails dug into the wine stained carpet and she tried to get him to slow down but it just seemed to coax him to go harder faster. It wasn't long before she was certain that he'd torn her, she could feel blood welling up while allowing the thrusts to come easier. Which was both a blessing and a curse.

To make matters worse the butler was still standing in the cornor watching them. Was this part of his job as well? Or was he merely a forgotten spectator? She looked over at him and her cheeks flushed darkly. What did he think of this? Did he feel bad for her? Or did he enjoy watching her suffer so? It seemed Mr. Anderson enjoyed it quite a bit.

 

[Mr. D]

She didn't know if he just ignored her request for him to slow down, or if he was so aroused and heated that he did not even hear it. He just kept going, almost like a machine, thrusting his hard cock down her tight, sour ass over and over again. In his strong hands her fragile body was nothing more than a fucktoy, it was like he had completely forgotten about the wailing person beneath him.

After a while, he let go of her bruised hip, grabbing a handful of her hair instead, and used it to lift her body up from the stained floor, still with his cock pressed into her petite body. She was standing on her knees, with him behind her, and with a sudden pull of her hair, he forced her body down on his cock. Keeping his body still, he used her long, dark hair as a leverage, forcing her up and down on his cock. She could hear him breath right into her left ear, and she felt his lips kiss it as he started to suck on her ear lobe. "Show me what a good actress you are! Pretend you enjoy it, act like the whore you are! Even pornstars can do better acting than this!"

All the time, the butler in his silly uniform was just standing there in the corner, watching the scene in silence. Now when she was standing on her knees, he got a perfect view of her tormented body and her agonised face. Judging from the smile over his lips, he was rather amused by what he saw. Now she realized he was in face holding something in his hand, a cellphone. it was directed right at her, and the only reasonable explanation to what he was doing was that he was filming the hole episode. So after all, she was starring in one of mr. Andersons films.