1. Banana


    Date: 9/8/2016, Categories: Fantasy, Anal, Authoritarian, BDSM, Oral Sex / Blowjob, BDSM, Cheating, Coercion, Cum Swallowing, Discipline, Domination / Submission, Drug, Exhibitionism, Extreme, Female exhibitionist, First Time, Group Sex, Hardcore, Humiliation, Job / Office Sex, Male Domination, Masturbation, Non-consensual sex, Prostitution, Rape, BDSM, Wife / MILF, Written by women, Author: Sybil_62, Source: sexstories.com

    The raw, cold wind had been buffeting her face for the past hour, turning it rose-colored with burn. Lola pulled her fur coat closed, tight across her chest, tucking her hands under her arms to keep warm as she stood waiting. Waiting patiently for someone. She paced back and forth on the street in her thigh high black leather boots and full length coat. Her long ginger hair blew across her face as the car turned the corner illuminating her on the dark street. The car pulled up beside her and rolled the window down. "Hey Sugar, looking for a good time?" she enquired as she tucked her hair behind her ear. "Get in," a deep ruff voice grunted at her as the doors unlocked. Lola walked around the car and got into the passenger seat, placing her bag at her feet and rubbed her hands together putting them up to the heaters. "Can you turn the heat up Sugar?" she asked nicely with a smile, exposing her sparkling white teeth against the ruby red lipstick. He reached forward and turned the heaters off. "You don't need to be warm." he grunted and picked up speed. "What do you mean Sugar?" Lola looked at him with a confused look on her face. He ignored her and continued to drive, locking the doors. Lola put her hands in her coat pockets looking for her phone, pepper spray, knife, something, anything. Nothing. "Where are we going Sugar?" she asked trying to stay composed. "You don't need to know. Now shut up and stop calling me Sugar!" he yelled at her. She could see they were heading onto ...
    the highway, he could be taking me anywhere she thought to herself as see looked on helplessly. "What's your name? I'm Lola." her voice quivered. "John. And your name is whatever I call you, whore." "Okay John, whatever you want. Please tell me, where are we going?" she pleaded. "You will find out when we get there. So stop asking or you'll feel the back of my hand. Okay?!" he proclaimed. A single tear fell from her eye, she quickly wiped it away as she looked out trying to figure out where she was and where he was taking her. As she looked out nothing seemed familiar, they were in a dark dank part of town, where the warehouses and storage units are. Nothing good ever happened to people in this part of town. As Lola was deep in thought the car slowed to a halt, John unbuckled his seat belt and got out locking her in the car. She looked around. A warehouse. An empty warehouse. She grabbed her bag and riffled inside. Finding her phone, she dials. “…… …. …. “ No signal, she tried again. "911, what's your emergency?” she heard just as he opened the car door. "What the fuck are you doing you little whore!!" “Hello, Ma'am, sir?" John screamed at her, grabbing her by the hair, dragging her out the car, onto her knees, and the phone smashed on the concrete. Lola let out a cry as she fell onto her knees holding her hair, trying to get it from his grasp. "John. Please?" he pulled her hair making her crawl behind him into the warehouse. "JOHN!" she screamed. He let go of her hair with ...
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