13-04-2022, 01:51 PM
**Part 25.**
Nila looked up at Dean Thomas towering over her from the floor, his big stature over shadowing her young body.
“Take it off. Now. “, he snarled at her while slowly stroking his fat black cock.
Her body was burning, there were red lashes on her skin from where the belt had hit her. Nila’s quickly placed her right hand between her legs, covering her shaved pussy from Dean Thomas’s eyes. “Sir … sir, please … don’t... “, she whimpered as she watched him bend down and grab her pants and panties. With one strong pull, he whipped it off from between her legs and threw it aside.
Nila got on her knees, crawling towards the front door, hoping to call out to the secretary, Ms. Bhavna, who was seated outside.
“Where are you going?”, Dean Thomas laughed, amused at her actions. He slowly walked towards her head, pulling her up by her hair. Nila’s slowly stood up, grimacing in pain as the dean held her hair tightly in a ball with his left fist.
“Ahh... It hurts...”, she cried out, tears streaming down her face. Her long salwar top fell back down, covering her bottom half as he slowly pulled her back to his table.
“Come here, village whore.”, he pushed her onto the table, holding her head down onto he hard wooden surface as he used his free hand to pull her top up, exposing her ass and back. “Remove it now before I tear it off.”
Nila was afraid, the huge bulking man had her pinned down. She looked around the table, hoping to find something to help her fight him off, her hands frantically trying to grab hold of random items. She could feel his fat cock poking her sore bum as he tried to yank the salwar top off over her head.
“You must be used to this by now.”, he smiled, finally succeeding in removing it throwing it to the ground. The Dean grabbed the back of her bra, tearing it open, breaking the hooks that held it together. Nila was now fully naked, sobbing as she lay face down on the expensive mahogany tabletop, her ass sticking out towards Dean Thomas. “You would make a beautiful whore. Men would pay good money for you.”, he chuckled, kicking her legs wider apart.
Nila could feel the dean’s hands pushing her ass cheeks apart as he looked at her abused and sore puckered asshole.
“How many cocks did you fit in here last night, whore?”, he laughed as he pushed his body down onto her back, adjusting his cock into her trench, looking for the little hole.
“Sir … please sir... stop.. I'm dry sir...”, she whimpered, out of breath from having his weight on top of her. Nila could feel the fat mushroom head poking the entrance of her asshole.
“Found it.”, Dean Thomas chuckled loudly as he pushed his cock into her, the fat black mushroom head trying it’s best to expand the rim of her anus. He reached his arms around her waist, looking for her firm breasts. Each hand grabbed a nipple, the thumb and forefingers pinching and pulling the hard chocolate nubs.
“Ahh... owww.. You're hurting me... please ... “, Nila pleaded as the dean twisted both her nipples. She could feel his fat cock head starting to enter her rear. Slowly, the inches started to fill up the hole, her dry anal walls gripping onto the shaft of Dean Thomas’s fat cock tightly. “Stop sir!!...”, she gasped as the head pushed its way deeper into her.
“Hmmmmm ... you’re still tight...”, he said softly into her ear as the entire length of his cock entered her. Nila could feel Dean Thomas’s thick springy pubic hair grazing against her skin. “
The dean released her breasts, pushing her head down onto the table, he adjusted himself as he slowly started to move his hips, his fat cock sliding in and out of her dry asshole. Nila was crying, her tears starting to fall onto the table surface. Her anus was burning from the rough friction.
Thap! Thap! Thap!
Dean Thomas’s hips continued to slap against her butt cheeks as he slowly began to increase his pace. “Hmmm... Fuck …. you feel so good... “, he moaned as his eyes slowly rolled back in pleasure, “You must have had a lot of fun yesterday, ay?”.
Thap! Thap! Thap!
The dean continued to plow into Nila’s ass for a few more minutes, holding her down as he tried to push his cock deeper and deeper into her ass with every thrust.
Nila kept quiet, sobbing quietly onto the table as she tried to hold in the pain radiating from her rear. Dean Thomas grabbed her by the hair, arching her back upwards. “Ahhh...”, she shouted in surprise when she felt him tugging her hair.
“Get on the floor, whore.”, he pulled his cock out of her ass and pushed her downwards until she was on her knees, facing him. Dean Thomas looked down at her tear-soaked face and smiled, “Suck.”, he grabbed his cock, aiming it at her mouth.
Nila felt the tip of his black cock graze against her lips, the head covered by his thick foreskin. “Open your mouth, bitch.”, the dean eyes met hers as he pulled the skin back, poking the head between her lips.
Nila opened her lips a little bit, staring up at the dean’s big belly in fear of him. She allowed her tongue to touch the tip of his cock, tasting the little drop of precum around the pee hole.
THAPP!
“Stop acting!”, Dean Thomas shouted as he laid a hard slap on her face. “Open your fucking mouth and suck my cock, whore!”.
Nila fell back down on the floor from the force of the slap, holding her cheek. The dean reached down, grabbing her by the hair again to pull her face back up to his cock. Her face twisted in pain as she sobbed hard, her cheeks wet and nose runny.
“Open your mouth. I won’t ask again.”, he hissed at her.
Nila barely opened her lips when she felt the thick cock quickly slide into her mouth. Dean Thomas was still holding her hair, pulling it to ensure she kept her mouth open from the pain he was inflicting. The fat mushroom head was hitting the back of her mouth as he pulled her head closer to his body, sticking his cock as deep as he could into her mouth until she started to gag.
“Hmmmm....”, the dean moaned as he let her hair go. Nila wrapped her lips around the base of his cock, trying her best to suck it while she chocked on the thick meat in her mouth. Dean Thomas slowly started to move his hips, pushing it against her face as he throat fucked her.
Nila could start to see white spots in her eyes as she was beginning to pass out. She was struggling to breathe with the dean’s cock blocking the passageway down her throat. His grip on her hair hardened, pulling it roughly as he felt her sucking starting to slow down. “Don’t you dare stop.”, he moaned as he pushed his hips into her face, her nose buried into his thick pubic hair.
Dean Thomas made sure every inch of his cock was inside her mouth when he finally released his load down her throat. Holding Nila’s head steady, the dean came hard, shooting his thick cum into her mouth before pulling his meat out and falling back into the chair.
Nila was taken by surprise by the sudden flood of cum exploding inside her mouth. She tried not to puke as the dean’s thick cream slowly started to flow down her throat into her stomach. Nila was relieved when he finally pulled his cock out of her mouth, allowing her to spit as much as possible out onto the carpet and take in a deep breath. She was so tired, her body beaten and bruised, her jaw and asshole were sore from this session with the dean. Nila turned her head, looking towards him with disgust.
Dean Thomas sat on the big single seater chair; his deflated creamy cock shrunk back into his thick black foreskin. He looked down at her beaten face and smiled, enjoying the sight in front of him. His cum was leaking out of her mouth, her beautiful face tear stained and red. He could still make out the red lashes on her body and ass cheeks.
He wasn’t done with her. He just needed to catch his breath.
Nila was too exhausted to move, from last night until now, it was too much for her. There was only so much her young body could take. She really wanted to wash the disgusting taste of his cum out of her mouth. Her clothes lay on the floor close to her. Nila mustered as much strength as she could to start to crawl towards her salwar top.
Dean Thomas noticed her movement and smiled, “Where do you think you are going, village whore?”, he reached to the little table, pouring a little bit of whiskey into a glass and took a sip. “I’m not done with you.”, he smiled.
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**End of Part 25.**
Nila looked up at Dean Thomas towering over her from the floor, his big stature over shadowing her young body.
“Take it off. Now. “, he snarled at her while slowly stroking his fat black cock.
Her body was burning, there were red lashes on her skin from where the belt had hit her. Nila’s quickly placed her right hand between her legs, covering her shaved pussy from Dean Thomas’s eyes. “Sir … sir, please … don’t... “, she whimpered as she watched him bend down and grab her pants and panties. With one strong pull, he whipped it off from between her legs and threw it aside.
Nila got on her knees, crawling towards the front door, hoping to call out to the secretary, Ms. Bhavna, who was seated outside.
“Where are you going?”, Dean Thomas laughed, amused at her actions. He slowly walked towards her head, pulling her up by her hair. Nila’s slowly stood up, grimacing in pain as the dean held her hair tightly in a ball with his left fist.
“Ahh... It hurts...”, she cried out, tears streaming down her face. Her long salwar top fell back down, covering her bottom half as he slowly pulled her back to his table.
“Come here, village whore.”, he pushed her onto the table, holding her head down onto he hard wooden surface as he used his free hand to pull her top up, exposing her ass and back. “Remove it now before I tear it off.”
Nila was afraid, the huge bulking man had her pinned down. She looked around the table, hoping to find something to help her fight him off, her hands frantically trying to grab hold of random items. She could feel his fat cock poking her sore bum as he tried to yank the salwar top off over her head.
“You must be used to this by now.”, he smiled, finally succeeding in removing it throwing it to the ground. The Dean grabbed the back of her bra, tearing it open, breaking the hooks that held it together. Nila was now fully naked, sobbing as she lay face down on the expensive mahogany tabletop, her ass sticking out towards Dean Thomas. “You would make a beautiful whore. Men would pay good money for you.”, he chuckled, kicking her legs wider apart.
Nila could feel the dean’s hands pushing her ass cheeks apart as he looked at her abused and sore puckered asshole.
“How many cocks did you fit in here last night, whore?”, he laughed as he pushed his body down onto her back, adjusting his cock into her trench, looking for the little hole.
“Sir … please sir... stop.. I'm dry sir...”, she whimpered, out of breath from having his weight on top of her. Nila could feel the fat mushroom head poking the entrance of her asshole.
“Found it.”, Dean Thomas chuckled loudly as he pushed his cock into her, the fat black mushroom head trying it’s best to expand the rim of her anus. He reached his arms around her waist, looking for her firm breasts. Each hand grabbed a nipple, the thumb and forefingers pinching and pulling the hard chocolate nubs.
“Ahh... owww.. You're hurting me... please ... “, Nila pleaded as the dean twisted both her nipples. She could feel his fat cock head starting to enter her rear. Slowly, the inches started to fill up the hole, her dry anal walls gripping onto the shaft of Dean Thomas’s fat cock tightly. “Stop sir!!...”, she gasped as the head pushed its way deeper into her.
“Hmmmmm ... you’re still tight...”, he said softly into her ear as the entire length of his cock entered her. Nila could feel Dean Thomas’s thick springy pubic hair grazing against her skin. “
The dean released her breasts, pushing her head down onto the table, he adjusted himself as he slowly started to move his hips, his fat cock sliding in and out of her dry asshole. Nila was crying, her tears starting to fall onto the table surface. Her anus was burning from the rough friction.
Thap! Thap! Thap!
Dean Thomas’s hips continued to slap against her butt cheeks as he slowly began to increase his pace. “Hmmm... Fuck …. you feel so good... “, he moaned as his eyes slowly rolled back in pleasure, “You must have had a lot of fun yesterday, ay?”.
Thap! Thap! Thap!
The dean continued to plow into Nila’s ass for a few more minutes, holding her down as he tried to push his cock deeper and deeper into her ass with every thrust.
Nila kept quiet, sobbing quietly onto the table as she tried to hold in the pain radiating from her rear. Dean Thomas grabbed her by the hair, arching her back upwards. “Ahhh...”, she shouted in surprise when she felt him tugging her hair.
“Get on the floor, whore.”, he pulled his cock out of her ass and pushed her downwards until she was on her knees, facing him. Dean Thomas looked down at her tear-soaked face and smiled, “Suck.”, he grabbed his cock, aiming it at her mouth.
Nila felt the tip of his black cock graze against her lips, the head covered by his thick foreskin. “Open your mouth, bitch.”, the dean eyes met hers as he pulled the skin back, poking the head between her lips.
Nila opened her lips a little bit, staring up at the dean’s big belly in fear of him. She allowed her tongue to touch the tip of his cock, tasting the little drop of precum around the pee hole.
THAPP!
“Stop acting!”, Dean Thomas shouted as he laid a hard slap on her face. “Open your fucking mouth and suck my cock, whore!”.
Nila fell back down on the floor from the force of the slap, holding her cheek. The dean reached down, grabbing her by the hair again to pull her face back up to his cock. Her face twisted in pain as she sobbed hard, her cheeks wet and nose runny.
“Open your mouth. I won’t ask again.”, he hissed at her.
Nila barely opened her lips when she felt the thick cock quickly slide into her mouth. Dean Thomas was still holding her hair, pulling it to ensure she kept her mouth open from the pain he was inflicting. The fat mushroom head was hitting the back of her mouth as he pulled her head closer to his body, sticking his cock as deep as he could into her mouth until she started to gag.
“Hmmmm....”, the dean moaned as he let her hair go. Nila wrapped her lips around the base of his cock, trying her best to suck it while she chocked on the thick meat in her mouth. Dean Thomas slowly started to move his hips, pushing it against her face as he throat fucked her.
Nila could start to see white spots in her eyes as she was beginning to pass out. She was struggling to breathe with the dean’s cock blocking the passageway down her throat. His grip on her hair hardened, pulling it roughly as he felt her sucking starting to slow down. “Don’t you dare stop.”, he moaned as he pushed his hips into her face, her nose buried into his thick pubic hair.
Dean Thomas made sure every inch of his cock was inside her mouth when he finally released his load down her throat. Holding Nila’s head steady, the dean came hard, shooting his thick cum into her mouth before pulling his meat out and falling back into the chair.
Nila was taken by surprise by the sudden flood of cum exploding inside her mouth. She tried not to puke as the dean’s thick cream slowly started to flow down her throat into her stomach. Nila was relieved when he finally pulled his cock out of her mouth, allowing her to spit as much as possible out onto the carpet and take in a deep breath. She was so tired, her body beaten and bruised, her jaw and asshole were sore from this session with the dean. Nila turned her head, looking towards him with disgust.
Dean Thomas sat on the big single seater chair; his deflated creamy cock shrunk back into his thick black foreskin. He looked down at her beaten face and smiled, enjoying the sight in front of him. His cum was leaking out of her mouth, her beautiful face tear stained and red. He could still make out the red lashes on her body and ass cheeks.
He wasn’t done with her. He just needed to catch his breath.
Nila was too exhausted to move, from last night until now, it was too much for her. There was only so much her young body could take. She really wanted to wash the disgusting taste of his cum out of her mouth. Her clothes lay on the floor close to her. Nila mustered as much strength as she could to start to crawl towards her salwar top.
Dean Thomas noticed her movement and smiled, “Where do you think you are going, village whore?”, he reached to the little table, pouring a little bit of whiskey into a glass and took a sip. “I’m not done with you.”, he smiled.
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**End of Part 25.**
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