This work is for ADULT AUDIENCES ONLY. It contains substantial sexually explicit scenes with multiple partners and graphic language which may be considered offensive by some readers. All characters in this story are over the age of 18, and any non-consensual, BDSM, dominant/submissive, violence, or other similarly described activity is purely for entertainment purposes only. The author does not condone such activity. All sex should be consensual between all involved parties.
This is a work of fiction. Unless otherwise indicated, all the names, characters, businesses, places, events, and incidents in this story are either the product of the author's imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.
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The website updated with a new video. Rob pushed play and watched. The video opened with the camera centered on an empty bed. Voices could be heard in the background, one of which was Jen, the usual star of the show. She came out and sat on the bed, looking beyond the camera to the other occupant of the room. Jen was blonde, about 5'6, in decent shape, and appeared to be in her 30s. Her breasts were a B cup, and her thighs were a bit large for her frame. Her ass was nice and rounded, showing just a small amount of age. She may not have been as tight as she once was, but she was still a looker.
The bed sat in either a small room in someone's house or possibly a dorm room at a college. A nightstand was beside the bed, but nothing was on it, and no other hints in the frame as to the owner of this room. The walls had a couple of posters of popular bands, but nothing else of distinction stood out.
After another minute, a man stepped into the frame and climbed on the bed. The man could be heard saying,
"So, your husband knows you're here and he's ok with it? I mean, you're a beautiful woman, and I don't think I would let my wife go to a stranger's house, let alone for a night of sex. That's simply crazy to me." Jen answered,
"Yes, I get that a lot. I have a social media page that I post these videos on. People pay money to watch me have sex with different men, and I enjoy it myself. My husband also gets turned on watching me in these videos and the stories I tell him when I get home. The conversation continued,
"You said you like it rough. How rough are we talking? I can get as rough as you like."
"As long as you don't break anything, bruise anything, leave any permanent marks, or make me bleed, I'm good. I always enjoyed being treated like that, being humiliated, and degraded. The dirtier it is, the more I get turned on."
"Were you abused when you were younger? There must be something that led you to react that way."
"No, I had a perfect childhood. Never had sex until I was an adult, never abused, never mistreated. The first time my boyfriend spanked my ass I was hooked. He would smack me around during sex, pull hair, just manhandle me; I loved every minute of it."
"So, all of that is open to me tonight?"
"Absolutely. I just ask you to wear a condom; I'm trying to get pregnant and would like to guarantee it was my husband's, and of course for any STDs." The man answered,
"That's reasonable."
The man stood back up and left the frame. Jen looked off-camera in the direction he exited, and after a couple of minutes, he returned, naked and with a condom on. He spoke up,
"Are you ready Jen?" She answered, looking a little apprehensive, as she knew what was coming,
"Yes."
The man lunged toward Jen and tackled her back onto the bed. He straddled her, brought his hand up, and smacked her face hard. Jen recoiled at the blow but didn't say a word. The man flipped her over and pulled her shirt over her head, unclasped her bra, and removed it. Jen let out a startled cry. He jumped back to Jen's feet, grabbed the waistband of her sweatpants, and pulled them off, panties included, with one motion. Jen was lying face down with her ass up, fully naked, in front of the camera. She didn't move.
The man jumped back up, flipped Jen over roughly, then brought her face toward him. Jen could be seen opening her mouth, knowing what he wanted. As her face met his cock her mouth was open wide, and his erect penis was pushed in. It didn't appear Jen was moving her head; it was all him; he had her hair in his fist behind her head and pumping his cock in and out of Jen's mouth. When he pushed her head into him, she made a gurgling sound, his cock rammed down her throat. She was gagging but he didn't let up, instead, he used his other hand to slap her face when she did. After a minute of the incessant pounding and slapping, Jen received the message and could be seen concentrating on not gagging.
This blowjob, or rather, face fucking, lasted five minutes. When the man pushed her back Jen could be seen with tears running down her red face, her mascara streaked down from both eyes making her look like a crying mime. She was breathing heavy, and her expression was a mixture of fear and lust. To the camera, she appeared worried about what he might do next, but she was enjoying it, showing just the tiniest hint of a smile.
The man grabbed Jen around the waist and flipped her over. Jen was now on her hands and knees, legs spread, awaiting the penetration she knew was coming. The man reached between her legs and inserted two fingers, saying,
"Damn Jen, you're soaking wet. You do like this. Let's kick it up a notch."
Jen looked back, appearing a little nervous. The man brought his hand down on her ass in a stinging blow, causing her to cry out. He repeated it, eliciting the same reaction. He continued to do this until Jen tried to pull away, pushing her ass down and attempting to lessen the impact of his blows. The man hooked his arm under her waist, pulling her up and back, and locking her in place. He continued his blows while Jen could be seen throwing her hands back to block him. Through the blows and her crying, she could be heard saying,
"That's too much; it hurts. Stop, now!"
The man didn't seem to hear her or wasn't listening. After a couple of minutes of this assault, he stopped, placed both hands on her waist, then entered her. Jen was still telling him to stop, crying and trying to reach back to push him away, but he was easily able to deflect her attempts and started fucking her harder. As Jen was rocked forward, her head driven into the bedsheets, the man said,
"Shut up Jen, you deserve this. You said you like it rough and I'm giving it to you. There is no safe word here. You should be careful when you follow someone back to their house. Don't worry, I won't damage you, I'm just giving you what you asked for."
As the man continued to pound Jen from behind, she gave up her futile attempts to push him off. Her hands were now used for stability, attempting to steady her during the onslaught she was experiencing. After being roughly fucked for five minutes, grunting with each push, she started moaning. After a few more minutes she released, throwing her head back and gripping the sheets tightly with her hands. The man slapped her ass and said,
"There you go Jen, now you're getting into it. Hang in there, we're not done yet."
After Jen stopped moaning the man flipped her back over, spread her legs, and entered her again. As she laid there recovering from her orgasm the man fucked her slower. He put his hand on her neck and rested it there. After a few minutes, he picked up speed, causing Jen to respond also. Suddenly, Jen could be seen throwing her hands up and grabbing the man's hand that was on her throat. Her eyes bulged a little and her face started turning redder than it was; the man was choking Jen. When she started pounding his arm, he released his grip a little allowing her to breathe. In noticeably short breaths punctuated by the pounding, she said,
"Stop. Stop. Please. Stop. Enough. Stop."
"What did I tell you, Jen? I don't like it when women talk back. Time for a lesson."
He stood up and grabbed Jen's arm. She started kicking and screaming, attempting to break free from this man. She didn't stand a chance. He was big, standing 6'4, and he had some weight on him. He wasn't all fat, but he wasn't exactly in shape either. Jen was thrown over the man's lap when he sat down on the bed and he reached to the floor to pick something up. Jen never stopped kicking and hitting him, yelling for him to let her go.
The man looked at the camera, then adjusted his position on the bed to ensure he was center frame and Jen's entire body was in the shot. When he brought his hand up, he was holding his belt. He began to spank Jen with it, causing her to yell out in pain. Her kicking and screaming increased, neither of which seemed to bother him. Every blow that rained down caused her to yell out until it was one continuous wail.
After a minute or so of this punishment, he stopped and asked,
"Jen, will you be a good girl now, or do you need more?" Jen answered, still crying, her words were broken up between sobs.
"Yes. I'll be good. Please, no more."
"That's a good girl. Now, let's see how well you learned your lesson. I want you on the bed and spread your legs. You'll play with yourself and I'll give you instructions"
The man stood her up and she obediently climbed on the bed, spreading her legs wide. Her eyes were swollen from crying and she looked scared. From off-camera, the man could be heard instructing Jen what to do. First, she fingered her clit for a few minutes, then she inserted one, then two fingers and fucked herself with them for a couple of minutes. She then had to lick her fingers clean and shove one in her ass, pushing it in and out until she was told to stop.