Trent looked down at his prize. The soft white skin of Rebecca's bubble butt marked red with his hand prints felt incredible against his swollen cock as he grinded back and forth against it. After 5 years of leering and fantasizing, he finally had the busty milf right where he wanted her. Bent over, her wet pussy begging to be ravished over and over again. He gripped her hips with his strong hands, pulling her back and forth under his rock hard member. He gave her ass a rough slap, deepening it's shade of red as Rebeca let out a sharp moan.
The ex-police officer enjoyed how easy it had been to bring Rebecca to this point. Obviously the financial insecurity of the Jackson's; in addition to the life line he could provide, was a powerful motivator, but Rebecca's submissiveness to his devilish desires reflected something in her that only Trent could see and understand. Something about herself she may not be able to admit. Yet.
After 30 years on the force, Trent could read people and knew instinctively how far he could push them. And Rebecca, even if she wouldn't admit it to him or even herself, was a masochist. And Trent was well equipped to satisfy that side of her.
He began to press the tip of his cock into her moist pussy lips. Rebecca moaned from the sensation but resisted giving herself completely to him. "Please, Trent. Not that, we can't."
Trent in response grabbed her ponytail, yanking it back. "I thought I told you to call me sir!" He spat at her. "S-Sorry sir. Please..sir.. I can't keep going." Rebecca pleaded with him.
Trent had a sly grin on his face. He let go of her pony tail and started running his hands up and down over the toned housewife supple ass, admiring it. "Yeah? You know, from where I'm standing I think you're full of shit." He said as he ran his fingers through and into her pussy. He leaned forward, and wiped Rebecca's juices across her face, proving his point. "I think you're just afraid you're going to like it." He said, whispering into her ear.
Rebecca had a disgusted scowl on her face. "How could someone enjoy something as violent and perverse as this?" She said to herself. But as she asked herself that question, while Trent began again to grind and slowly press himself into her, she felt her hips respond. Moving with his, against her wishes.
Trent could see her responding to his touch and smiled. "You're my slut now. You got that."
He grabbed the leash still dangling from her neck and wrapped it around his knuckles, shortening it's lead. "By the time the 3 months is up you'll be begging me for it." He said as he started pushing with force his entire length into Rebecca's sensitive cunt. Rebecca's eyes went wide at the intrusion and couldn't help the loud gasp pass her lips. Trent pulled on the leash, forcing Rebecca's head back. He started thrusting into her pussy with long forceful strokes, his cock reaching further into her than she thought possible.
The pleasure was unlike anything Rebecca had ever experienced. She could feel the walls of her vagina stretching to accommodate Trent's size as his member pressed against her womb with each deep push. And while she struggled to breath, every time he slammed into her she couldn't suppress the sharp moans leaving her lips
Trent placed his free hand on her lower back, spreading out his fingers so that his thumb rested on her gaping asshole. He used his strength to guide Rebecca's hips back and forth, matching the rhythm of his own thrusting. Ripples were sent across her ass cheeks as Trent mercilessly pounded Mrs. Jacksons pussy. Her big tits swinging in motion.
Rebecca could feel another orgasm building up inside her without her consent. Without realizing it, she began to move her hips, matching Trent's motion without his own hand forcing her. Trent wailed his hand down on the milfs impressive ass. Rebecca's moans were mixed with cries of pain as the brute had his way with her body.
