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He asked for a hand job…”Just tell me your name, little bitch…””Ana…” I blubbered, almost in tears.”Well, Ana… you have no other choice to take…” He said.I kept sobbing quietly, as he held his knife to my throat and held my arm trapped behind me in a hammer lock, almost hurting me.He had pulled me into that dark lonely alley from the street.I was jogging trying to reach a nearer park. My full boobs were covered by a tight sweater, my long shaped legs in black yoga tights. But then I realized I had missed the right way to that nice green park. Now I was running in the middle of a wrong and dangerous neighborhood. And it was too late…”You will be fine just by cooperating a little bit”. He said.”Cooperating how?” I asked in a shy way.”A hand job…” He whispered in my ear. “A simple one…”A simple stroke job, I thought to myself… and I could go my way. It probably would not take long… I had not seen his face in the darkness; so I could not even identify him…It sounded better than being taken in the ass…I finally nodded and sniffled back some tears.”I will let go your arm, but my knife will not leave your throat”. I just nodded again, understanding…”Remember now, we have a deal, bitch…”He used his free hand to unzip his trousers. He took hold of my hand and guided it to his rock hard cock. I felt his warmth and softness on that pale skin…He ordered to wrap my little hand tight around his dick.I did as I was told. Then he closed his hand around mine and he made my fingers move up and down the shaft, showing me how he did want to stroke it…”Just like that, bitch” He whispered softly into my ear.I obeyed with no hesitation to his verbal instructions. “Do it a little faster; squeeze tighter. Speed up just bahis firmaları a little. You like the way my dick grows in your sweet hand, bitch?”I did not even answer him. But I focused a little bit more looking at that heavy piece of meat that was increasing in size between my long fingers…”Tell me how you want me to cum. Beg me to shoot my sperm into your little soft hand, bitch…”Then I knew if I talk to him in a nasty way as he wanted, this would be over even quicker than expected…”Please cum for me. Cum in my hand, Sir…” I begged him.All of a sudden he slipped the knife into his back pocket and reached his free hand around to slip it up under my sweater. My bra allowed him an easy access. I felt him pulling out my boobs and soon he was pinching my nipples with his fingers.“You said just a simple hand job, Sir…” I complained.But he laughed quietly and again I felt the cold steel around my neck… Then I stood quiet as he fondled my boobs at will“Nice boobs, Ana… I bet you have also a wet pussy…”I shivered, thinking that bastard was soon going to invade my cunt with his dirty fingers…But he kept touching softly my dark nipples, which were betraying me. I could feel them growing hard with his touch.I could not help letting escape a soft moan from my lips as he touched my erect nipples and I started to feel wetness between my legs…That bastard really knew how to touch a woman’s boobs…”You like my fingers on your hard nipples, Ana…?”Another little pinch and I gasped again, but I did not answer.I just closed my eyes as I kept stroking his hard cock and enjoyed his filthy fingers pinching my nipples.Then my breathing changed. It was heavier now.”Are you married, Ana…?” He asked suddenly.”Yes…” kaçak iddaa I could barely whisper, answering at him.“Does hubby fuck you as you deserve…?””Yesssss…” I whispered again very softly.”Do you suck his cock…? Does he cum in your mouth?”I could not answer now. I was breathing heavily and I just looked at him in the eyes and nodded a yes…“Have you ever been fucked in the ass?” He insisted…I shivered, thinking that bastard wanted more than a simple hand job. He would not be satisfied for sure until he fucked me in my tight ass…He guessed my worries and he smiled, saying that he was not going to fuck me in the ass.He quit about asking about my sex life.He just closed his eyes, as I kept making the hand job.“You are doing good. How does my cock feel in your hand?””It’s warm. And it’s hard and thick…” I replied quickly.“Imagine you could have this cock buried deep in your nice wet pussy. It would probably feel good to have it inside you. Imagine a thick cock like mine pushing between those soft pussy lips, slowly spreading them apart…”The bastard was teasing me so bad. I felt my cunt going wetter and wetter now. I started to think he was right: I would love a piece of hard dick buried deep in my horny cunt…“Is your pussy getting wet thinking about it, Ana…?””Maybe…” I just replied, feeling even wetter down there…“You can rub your pussy as you jerk me off, bitch…”He was right. My free hand disappeared down the front of my yoga tight pants. I opened my legs apart and I started to rub myself as I kept stroking his hard dick.“Close your eyes, bitch… Imagine my cock sliding into you. “Think of my seed dripping out after I finished fucking you… ” “Yes Sir. That would be so good…” I cried desperately.He kaçak bahis placed his hand over mine again and made me squeeze that huge hard dick more tightly. Then he held my arm against my back and suddenly trust his dick into my hand.My heart was pounding fast now. “Tell me you want my sperm in your soft hand, little bitch”.”Yes Sir. I want you to cum. I want to make you cum…”“Put your finger in my mouth. Let me taste you, little bitch.” Then I did as I was told. My fingers were wet and he could smell my juices as I put them close to his nose. He took my fingers greedily into his mouth to lick them clean. He picked up the pace in fucking my hand. “Stroke it, babe… make me cum!” He whispered in my ear.My hand felt hot from the friction we were generating. He breathed heavily against my neck. Finally his dick jerked and he exploded into my hand, spilling his semen into it.The man then slowed down the thrusting but I held my hand around that magnificent throbbing hard dick…He told me to let go his dripping dick.”Can I go now, Sir? You said I could after a hand job…””As soon as you clean that cum off your hand…” He said.I then licked my fingers and the palm of my hand until it was clean, He looked satisfied and smiled to me…”The job is not quite done, babe. I want you give a little kiss to my partner here…” He said, pointing at his flaccid cock.”No way! You promised me…” I screamed.”Okay, you little bitch. I did promise. You can go now…”I turned and started walking away from him but I then noticed the damp stain in the crotch of my yoga pants…I stopped, but then he reached again for my arm…”That was not so bad, was it…?” He asked me.I turned back to look at him. “Victor, you bastard… Just cut a hole in my yoga pants with your stupid knife and eat me… I cannot wait to come back home and there get the fuck I deserve so badly…”Then my loving hubby smiled and knelt in front of me, with his knife in his hand…

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