He wraps tendrils of hair around strong fingers and tugs my head to one side.
‘Tell me you want it, bitch,’ he demands through gritted teeth, his expression full of menace. ‘Tell me how hard you want to be fucked and exactly where you want it.’
My eyes begin to water as Bobby grips my hair even tighter. He is eager for my answer, and I’ve never been one to disappoint. But I must stick to the programme.
‘Please, don’t hurt me,’ I whisper back. I trace a hand across Bobby's chest, but he snatches it and places it on his stiff cock.
My insides tingle, and my pussy quivers at his forceful actions. I’m desperate for him to fill me with his thick length — and make me sore. Bobby always punishes my pussy. He never fails. For almost a week after we’ve fucked, I have a permanent reminder of what a great time I’ve had.
The day after one of our sessions, I love it when I find it painful to pee, reminding me of the abuse I’ve allowed my pussy to take. Bobby loves giving it to me rough. He especially likes to wait until I’ve showered. Then Bobby enters the bathroom and whips away my towel, exposing my slight form. I shiver in anticipation as he ogles my naked body.
Today, Bobby cannot wait until I have showered; he grabs me as soon as I walk into the lounge, still wearing office suit, no doubt my pussy in need of a little wash after being sat at my desk all day, but I don’t have time to worry about that.
His tongue darts across my lips. I’m his prey, and he’ll fuck me. This is a Bobby thing; he likes to push me and adores taking me to new heights. The truth is, I’m as soft as peanut butter in his hands. He can do anything to me, I cannot get enough of him. But that’s my secret. Instead, I show reluctance because that’s guaranteed to rev Bobby above boiling point.
‘I’ll hurt you if I want to,’ Bobby hisses, his handsome features hidden inside a sinister black balaclava.
One hand grabs my neck while the other moves roughly up my skirt, his fingers penetrating my pussy.
‘I’m begging you… please, please, don’t hurt me. I’ll do whatever you want, but don’t kill me.’
Bobby’s mirthless laughter floats and echoes in the air. ‘I won’t kill you if you do exactly what I say. Now, kneel and take my cock in your mouth.’