29-07-2022, 09:19 AM
**Part 45.**
Purvi was feeling nauseated. The big man had his right hand securely placed between her thighs, squeezing the puffy flesh between her legs. He had pinched her pussy lips together tightly, sending jolts of pain up her body. She was starting to see spots appear before her eyes as she grabbed his wrist and begged him to let go.
She was panting hard, sweating profusely inside the small stuffy office space. She had obviously heard every word of the big man and his associate’s conversation. So, the three bastards ran away with their tails between their legs, and now, she was stuck here. In the middle of God know where, with probably the most dangerous man she had ever met.
She looked down at the big man, then at the knife that lay beside him. Too much risk, she thought. She will never go past the door. His sheer size was enough to stop her in her tracks, overpowering her with much ease.
Purvi felt his thick fingers graze along her panty, feeling the small puffy bumps between her legs. He grabbed the side of her panties, slowly pushing the cloth to the side, wedging it between thigh and left pussy lip. Her most sacred place was now in full view for him.
“Wah. What a fat fucking pussy … and shaved? You really must be a whore.”, he laughed loudly.
Her already dark pussy lips were red and sore from his rough housing a few minutes ago.
“Bend down. Give me a kiss, whore.”, he said menacingly, staring at her face. “Come on, don’t waste my time. Bend. “
Purvi looked at his face. The thick moustache and oily hair was repulsive. The gawdy thick gold chains, bracelets and rings were cringy to look at. She despised him even more than his son.
“Come on.”
She slowly arched her back, bending her knees slightly as she pursed her lips and waited for the worst. The stench of oil, cigarettes and alcohol made her lightheaded.
Purvi felt his hands suddenly grab hold of her bra, pulling her down onto his lap. She lost her footing, stumbling downwards onto his lap. The big man grabbed her as she fell, pulling her body onto his. She landed on his lap; her ass neatly squashed upon his big belly as he grabbed her stomach, his grip as hard as steel.
Purvi felt his nose graze against her hair, taking in her scent.
“You smell good … “, he sighed loudly as his fingernails digging deeper into her stomach. Purvi cringed, feeling his thick moustache scrub against her skin. “You will make a good whore ...”, he laughed loudly.
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Sugumaran felt her weight on his body, her young, soft and warm body felt like butter as she laid on top of him on her back. He held onto her stomach tightly to prevent her from sliding down onto the floor. Her smell was turning him on badly. His cock was aching to be released from his tight pants, pushing upwards into her warm bottoms.
He looked down at her chest. Her big breasts were struggling to lay down onto her sides, her tight bra wrestling to hold the flesh up firmly. Sugumaren grabbed the knife that lay beside him.
The girl noticed his movement, immediately trying to push herself upwards in fear that he would hurt her. He grinned, giddy with excitement. She felt like a wild animal bucking to escape.
“Do … don’t hurt me … sir … please … “
“Don’t try and run, my beautiful whore … “, he whispered softly into her ears as he placed the tip of the knife under her right bra strap, flicking it hard.
“Ahh … “, she flinched in pain as the strap came loose, placing her hands over the elastic material to stop it from falling off her chest.
He wasted no time, pulling the knife under her left strap, tearing it open in aggression. He pulled the bra off her body, throwing it onto the floor. Her breasts swayed with her movements as she wiggled on his body, trying to get off.
“Owh. Such big tits on a young girl … “, Sugumaran stared lustily at her chest, watching her thick dark nipples dance to her movement. Her wide areolas gleamed under the light. He placed the knife beside him then grabbed her breasts from below, feeling the soft warm flesh melt between his fingers as he squeezed hard. “Wahh.”
“Owhh … ow... sir … stop.”
Sugumaran grabbed each nipple, feeling the thick rubbery nub with his thumb and forefinger, pulling and tugging at her breasts, watching her soft and tender skin stretch. The girl winched in pain as he continued to maul her tits, trying her best to push her body off him.
“Stop moving so much, whore.”, Sugumaran whispered into her ear, his voice menacing as he took the knife again. Her body became still, soft whimpers escaped her mouth. Grabbing her left nipple and pulling it hard, he placed the edge of the sharp blade against her areola, at the base of the nipple, “I will cut this off if you move.”
“S … sir … don’t ... “, she watched with tears as Sugumaran lightly poked the tip into the dark nub.
Sugumaran did not care, he had done worse to the whores who did not listen to him, who refused to work for him. He led by fear and intimidation. After all, it would be easy to just make this girl disappear if things went overboard.
Still holding the knife with his right hand, he slowly traced his fingers along her skin down south. With his left hand still holding onto her breast, Sugumaran found his way back to her fat pussy lips. Placing the flat cold surface of the blade against the puffy meat, “Take your panties off, whore …"
The girl was shivering, her body shaking without her control as she grabbed the sides of her panty, quickly pushing it down to her ankles. She used her feet to fully remove it off her body.
“Beautiful.”, Sugumaran sneered at her. He wanted to scare her into submission, he wanted to watch her plead and beg, and most importantly, he wanted to tear every hole in her body with his rock-hard cock.
Sugumaran let the girl go, allowing her body to slowly slide off him onto the floor. She hit the ground with a soft thud, curling up into a fetal position, crying softly. The knife fell down beside her with a loud clang sound, resting beside his empty alcohol bottle. In a way, he wanted to see if the girl had enough fight in her to pick it up, he knew he could easily overpower her and throw her down. He wasn’t worried.
He reached under his big belly, unbuckling his leather belt. He pushed his pants down to his hips together with his underwear and adjusted his body. A thick black cock sprung out with excitement; the bulging black head pushed his thick foreskin down. His cock wasn’t long, but his abnormally thick girth was enough to cause damage.
Sugumaran gently kicked the girl’s thigh, “Come. You know what to do.”, he smiled as he kicked her thigh again with a little more force.
The girl pushed herself up, her hair was disheveled, her eyes red and puffy from crying. He loved her expressions of hate, disgust and fear all mixed into one. She took a minute, adjusting to the sight in front of her. She stared at his cock as a slight gasp escaped her lips the look of dread flushed upon her face.
“Hurry up bitch.”, Sugumaran grabbed the base of his thick shaft, making the purple veins and fat black head pop.
He smiled as he watched her slowly move her head towards the tip. Sugumaran grabbed her hair, pulling her close and she shouted out in pain. She face planted into his fat thighs and quickly adjusted herself. Sugumaran still had her hair in his grip, guiding her mouth towards his cock.
The girl stuck her tongue out, gently giving his pee hole a lick. Her face contorted in disgust as she started to lap over the black surface of his cock.
“Stop acting, whore.”, Sugumaran laughed. “I’m sure you have had multiple cocks in your mouth. Show me your skills. “, he laughed. “If you’re good, I'll make you service my top clientele.”
Sugumaran grabbed her head, pushing her cock down her throat by surprise. The girl started to gag, her cheeks and mouth full of his fat meat.
“Mmmphh ... mmppphh ...”, her arms swung around, trying to push her mouth off his cock and he held her head down with force. Her big breasts moved and swayed as her body tried to fore itself off him.
“Suck it!”, he laughed maniacally, his big belling jiggled and danced at his loud cackling. Sugumaran grabbed a handful of hair on the back of her head, pulling her mouth lower, trying his best to force as much cock as he can into her mouth.
His laughter quickly turned into a blood curling scream as he felt a sharp pain from the base of his shaft. The whore had bit him. Sugumaran anger rose as he pushed her head off his cock, jumping off the couch.
Crack! His knee hit her face, pushing her backwards back onto the floor as he stood up, holding his hurting manhood in his hand. His anger and rage had started to get the better of him.
“YOU FUCKING BITCH!!!”, he screamed at her.
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**End of Part 45.**
Purvi was feeling nauseated. The big man had his right hand securely placed between her thighs, squeezing the puffy flesh between her legs. He had pinched her pussy lips together tightly, sending jolts of pain up her body. She was starting to see spots appear before her eyes as she grabbed his wrist and begged him to let go.
She was panting hard, sweating profusely inside the small stuffy office space. She had obviously heard every word of the big man and his associate’s conversation. So, the three bastards ran away with their tails between their legs, and now, she was stuck here. In the middle of God know where, with probably the most dangerous man she had ever met.
She looked down at the big man, then at the knife that lay beside him. Too much risk, she thought. She will never go past the door. His sheer size was enough to stop her in her tracks, overpowering her with much ease.
Purvi felt his thick fingers graze along her panty, feeling the small puffy bumps between her legs. He grabbed the side of her panties, slowly pushing the cloth to the side, wedging it between thigh and left pussy lip. Her most sacred place was now in full view for him.
“Wah. What a fat fucking pussy … and shaved? You really must be a whore.”, he laughed loudly.
Her already dark pussy lips were red and sore from his rough housing a few minutes ago.
“Bend down. Give me a kiss, whore.”, he said menacingly, staring at her face. “Come on, don’t waste my time. Bend. “
Purvi looked at his face. The thick moustache and oily hair was repulsive. The gawdy thick gold chains, bracelets and rings were cringy to look at. She despised him even more than his son.
“Come on.”
She slowly arched her back, bending her knees slightly as she pursed her lips and waited for the worst. The stench of oil, cigarettes and alcohol made her lightheaded.
Purvi felt his hands suddenly grab hold of her bra, pulling her down onto his lap. She lost her footing, stumbling downwards onto his lap. The big man grabbed her as she fell, pulling her body onto his. She landed on his lap; her ass neatly squashed upon his big belly as he grabbed her stomach, his grip as hard as steel.
Purvi felt his nose graze against her hair, taking in her scent.
“You smell good … “, he sighed loudly as his fingernails digging deeper into her stomach. Purvi cringed, feeling his thick moustache scrub against her skin. “You will make a good whore ...”, he laughed loudly.
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Sugumaran felt her weight on his body, her young, soft and warm body felt like butter as she laid on top of him on her back. He held onto her stomach tightly to prevent her from sliding down onto the floor. Her smell was turning him on badly. His cock was aching to be released from his tight pants, pushing upwards into her warm bottoms.
He looked down at her chest. Her big breasts were struggling to lay down onto her sides, her tight bra wrestling to hold the flesh up firmly. Sugumaren grabbed the knife that lay beside him.
The girl noticed his movement, immediately trying to push herself upwards in fear that he would hurt her. He grinned, giddy with excitement. She felt like a wild animal bucking to escape.
“Do … don’t hurt me … sir … please … “
“Don’t try and run, my beautiful whore … “, he whispered softly into her ears as he placed the tip of the knife under her right bra strap, flicking it hard.
“Ahh … “, she flinched in pain as the strap came loose, placing her hands over the elastic material to stop it from falling off her chest.
He wasted no time, pulling the knife under her left strap, tearing it open in aggression. He pulled the bra off her body, throwing it onto the floor. Her breasts swayed with her movements as she wiggled on his body, trying to get off.
“Owh. Such big tits on a young girl … “, Sugumaran stared lustily at her chest, watching her thick dark nipples dance to her movement. Her wide areolas gleamed under the light. He placed the knife beside him then grabbed her breasts from below, feeling the soft warm flesh melt between his fingers as he squeezed hard. “Wahh.”
“Owhh … ow... sir … stop.”
Sugumaran grabbed each nipple, feeling the thick rubbery nub with his thumb and forefinger, pulling and tugging at her breasts, watching her soft and tender skin stretch. The girl winched in pain as he continued to maul her tits, trying her best to push her body off him.
“Stop moving so much, whore.”, Sugumaran whispered into her ear, his voice menacing as he took the knife again. Her body became still, soft whimpers escaped her mouth. Grabbing her left nipple and pulling it hard, he placed the edge of the sharp blade against her areola, at the base of the nipple, “I will cut this off if you move.”
“S … sir … don’t ... “, she watched with tears as Sugumaran lightly poked the tip into the dark nub.
Sugumaran did not care, he had done worse to the whores who did not listen to him, who refused to work for him. He led by fear and intimidation. After all, it would be easy to just make this girl disappear if things went overboard.
Still holding the knife with his right hand, he slowly traced his fingers along her skin down south. With his left hand still holding onto her breast, Sugumaran found his way back to her fat pussy lips. Placing the flat cold surface of the blade against the puffy meat, “Take your panties off, whore …"
The girl was shivering, her body shaking without her control as she grabbed the sides of her panty, quickly pushing it down to her ankles. She used her feet to fully remove it off her body.
“Beautiful.”, Sugumaran sneered at her. He wanted to scare her into submission, he wanted to watch her plead and beg, and most importantly, he wanted to tear every hole in her body with his rock-hard cock.
Sugumaran let the girl go, allowing her body to slowly slide off him onto the floor. She hit the ground with a soft thud, curling up into a fetal position, crying softly. The knife fell down beside her with a loud clang sound, resting beside his empty alcohol bottle. In a way, he wanted to see if the girl had enough fight in her to pick it up, he knew he could easily overpower her and throw her down. He wasn’t worried.
He reached under his big belly, unbuckling his leather belt. He pushed his pants down to his hips together with his underwear and adjusted his body. A thick black cock sprung out with excitement; the bulging black head pushed his thick foreskin down. His cock wasn’t long, but his abnormally thick girth was enough to cause damage.
Sugumaran gently kicked the girl’s thigh, “Come. You know what to do.”, he smiled as he kicked her thigh again with a little more force.
The girl pushed herself up, her hair was disheveled, her eyes red and puffy from crying. He loved her expressions of hate, disgust and fear all mixed into one. She took a minute, adjusting to the sight in front of her. She stared at his cock as a slight gasp escaped her lips the look of dread flushed upon her face.
“Hurry up bitch.”, Sugumaran grabbed the base of his thick shaft, making the purple veins and fat black head pop.
He smiled as he watched her slowly move her head towards the tip. Sugumaran grabbed her hair, pulling her close and she shouted out in pain. She face planted into his fat thighs and quickly adjusted herself. Sugumaran still had her hair in his grip, guiding her mouth towards his cock.
The girl stuck her tongue out, gently giving his pee hole a lick. Her face contorted in disgust as she started to lap over the black surface of his cock.
“Stop acting, whore.”, Sugumaran laughed. “I’m sure you have had multiple cocks in your mouth. Show me your skills. “, he laughed. “If you’re good, I'll make you service my top clientele.”
Sugumaran grabbed her head, pushing her cock down her throat by surprise. The girl started to gag, her cheeks and mouth full of his fat meat.
“Mmmphh ... mmppphh ...”, her arms swung around, trying to push her mouth off his cock and he held her head down with force. Her big breasts moved and swayed as her body tried to fore itself off him.
“Suck it!”, he laughed maniacally, his big belling jiggled and danced at his loud cackling. Sugumaran grabbed a handful of hair on the back of her head, pulling her mouth lower, trying his best to force as much cock as he can into her mouth.
His laughter quickly turned into a blood curling scream as he felt a sharp pain from the base of his shaft. The whore had bit him. Sugumaran anger rose as he pushed her head off his cock, jumping off the couch.
Crack! His knee hit her face, pushing her backwards back onto the floor as he stood up, holding his hurting manhood in his hand. His anger and rage had started to get the better of him.
“YOU FUCKING BITCH!!!”, he screamed at her.
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**End of Part 45.**
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