"Please master, I beg you, I need you inside me." I begged him at his doorstep, in thin gym shorts and sports bra 2 sizes too small. My puffy cameltoe was apparent, breasts pushed together tightly. I wanted to get out of these ASAP.
"Go home, I'm not myself today, all i see is red. I swear I'll get a divorce and leave that whore soon. I just can't with her!" He growled out, which frightened me. He really looked like he was ready to kill. But why did it still turn me on? I wanted to be the victim of his rage and my crotch proceeded to grow wet.
Oh god...
"Then use me." I blurted out.
"What?" he glared at me, his focus shifting from my tits to my cameltoe constantly.
"Take your rage out on me. I want to help, pretend I'm your whore wife and do all you want to take your anger out. As long as you don't kill me..."
He stared at me, "Are you sure?" and I nodded vigorously. He needed rage release and I needed brutal sex. I was dressed like a perfect slut and he had a hard on, obviously turned on.
The neck hem of my top was held tightly and I was pulled inside. The door shut and I fell on to the floor. Should I be worried? Ah fuck it. My feet were grabbed together and pushed towards my chest, making a pretzel. He leaned over and started assaulting my pussy over the fabric. My pussy jolted from every pinch, slap, punch, and everything in between.
"Look at this whore leaking even after getting beaten. You belong in a sex asylum." He insulted me and I felt something solid along my slit. It was a pair of scissors. "I should cut your pussy, should I cut it?" he teased.
"No please Dave!"
"You dare to take my name? Oh I so have to cut your cunt, you would probably get wet even if I did." he poked me with the scissors and I flinched.
"No please Master, I can't help it! I'm a filthy piece of sex meat, please forgive my cunt!" I begged him and he cut dangerously close to my clit, and then went around my bikini line to reveal my tomato red, bald pussy and asshole. Shivers ran down my legs when the cold scissors pressed against me, fearing that it might cut me.
He kicked my ass and I started crawling towards the living room, sitting on the floor with my back to the couch. He meanwhile took his bottoms off and shoved his manhood in my mouth.
I struggled and gagged, but it wasn't enough as he began slapping my face during that. I was in tears and covered in my saliva. My tits hanged out of my bra, also faced severe assault, my face, neck and breasts were an equal shade of pink.
"Spread those legs, that fat pussy of yours needs to be out, you don't deserve to hide that part of your body." I touch my feet to either side of the couch, opening my legs a complete 180, cold air hitting my cunt and the floor beneath collected my pussy grool.
"Now I'll cover you in your own puke, the only breakfast a cumbucket like you needs is my cock" He ripped my bra off and my titties weren't blocking my view to my bare pussy anymore.