Cruelly

You smile as Mr. Chandler gets up and steps towards you, then squeal in shock as he slaps your face hard, making you stagger and nearly fall. You start to sob, looking at him with shock and horror as he looks at you with utter cruelty.

"You want another fucking do you bitch? Very well. Get on the couch on your hands and knees," he sneers as he starts to take off his clothes.

"You don't have to slap me," you whimper pathetically. "I'll do what you wan....Owwwwwww!" you squeal as he slaps you again, then quickly scamper to the couch to obey his command. You get on your hands and knees, raising your ass like a bitch in heat, watching him strip as your pussy flows with nectar. You've been fucked so much and so hard that you're sore, but your belly flutters at the thought of taking another hard pounding, and you whimper softly in anticipation as he climbs on the couch behind you.

With a single quick thrust he mounts you, driving his meat home in your sodden cunt and making you squeal in excitement as he fills you. You start to buck back against his thrusting hips, wanting to please him, wanting to show your value to him so that his threat of having you taken away will be forgotten.

Not that you thought he was really serious, you remind yourself. He couldn't be so cruel, not for just some petty theft. He wouldn't have you taken away to be used up and disposed of, not for something so minor. He just wouldn't. You feel yourself growing more excited as he hammers his cock home, slapping your ass with each thrust and driving you mad with lust.

"Oh God Yes!" you moan, writhing against him. "Spank my slutty ass! I love it! Oh God I'm Gonna Come! Oh God Spank Me as I come!"

"Sow!" he snarls, smacking your ass harder. "Filthy fucking pig!"

"Oh God! Fuck! Fuck!" you squeal, your orgasm bursting through you, enhanced by his degrading words and his spanking hands. You're bucking and shuddering, surrendering to your blissful spasms, totally lost to your degraded pleasures.

That's when he slips his tie over your head and around your throat, pulling it tight and wrenching your head back, forcing you up as your hands claw at the strangling fabric.