Chest throbbing and cunt aching, I inhaled deeply trying to calm myself, the scent of my squirt filling my nostrils. Consumed by desire and fully engulfed in the whore haze, I was eager to fulfill my purpose. I was given three holes and at that moment, all I could think about was how the other two might be filled.
A hand slid up the back of my neck and gathered my hair into a ponytail, then, yanking forcefully, pulled my head back and my body upright. He held my head firmly in place. My scalp burned and I didn't care. The strength and control in that one action made my twat juice profusely and leak down my thighs. There was no denying that the rough treatment was exactly what I was made for.
Again, the hot breath and Sir's gruff voice in my ear, "Eileen, you thought you had everyone fooled. They all think you're a sweet librarian, but you can't fool me. I knew the instant I saw you. You are a nasty whore, aren't you?"
Neck still wrenched backwards, uncomfortably but, oh, so beautifully, I panted, "Yes, Sir."
In that moment, I did not want him to let go. I wanted to feel his power and serve him forever, to worship him and please him in whatever way he desired, to do the unimaginable for the simple reason that he wanted it of me. What other reason mattered? He was the only thing that mattered in that instant.
The front of his body pressed against my backside holding me in place as his thick cock rubbed against me through his pants. He grabbed my wrists and secured my arms behind my back and pulled me away from the table and the man stepped in front of me. He held up his hand to my eye level. In it was a knife.
