My Boss Bullies My Girlfriend's Pussy

"My-" She looks away in shame and her mouth turns sad, corners comically down. She eyes the cock and looks down to her thighs, rubbing her arm. She doesn't notice it pushes her tits up to curve plump and perfect. "My pussy. Please get it over with."

He leans down, and she kneels on heels with it, following the movement kind of away from his cock. And he kneels on the couch beside her face, his cock swinging by it. She stares up scared to him.

He rumbles, "Babygirl... I hate to break it to you... but I'm not done with you after I've pumped that pussy." He breathes a deep sigh. "I asked which one first. I'm not done with your pussy. I take your pussy. I take your throat. I cum all over you." He leans a hand down to her ample ass, turning and patting it twice, more two big spanks from him. She winces and catches a gasp. "In front of that camera. Like a pornstar."

She glares up at him.

And she glances uncertainly to the camera, bending over the glass coffee table to assume th position.

He slowly, fully pushing against her pussy.

And I can tell by her face she's feeling it. Because her mouth shoot open eye brows up and gasping for breath. She pats to him and he grabs her wrists pulling them back. Her eyes roll back and she moans like it's the perfect response, but still with a determined glare ahead of her to win as if there's any way for her to win in this position.

And then he begins fucking my girl.

He plaps against slowly up the pussy and her face contorts into a big sexual authentic face of pain and arousal, "OhmyGodyou'resofuckingbig-"

SPANK

She moans and her titties jiggle as her breath bounces down, her face red and his big hand print showing as her back arches naturally down to curve and show the fat ass red and owned. His big black hands grip her hips and let go of her wrists for her to collapse forward her face smushed in the glass and titty pressed against it to jiggle as he fucks her, moaning when he pounds.

After some fucking, her eyes rolling in annoyance or maybe trying to cover her true feelings of them being made to roll, she puts her hand to her face that way women do, feminine, her pencil brows go up in arch and her eyes are tearing up, her mouth and nose covered and the curve-tipped light blue nails shake a little with the reverberations of the- Rhythmic. Fucking. He fucks like...

fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck

FUCKFUCKFUCKFUCKFUCKFUCKFUCK

"mmMMMMMAHAGHAGHAGHAGHN-!"

fuck... fuck... fuck... fuck...

FUCKFUCKFUCKFUCKFUCKFUCKFUCK

"mmMMMMMAHAGHAGHAGHAGHN- DON'T! Don't FUCK with me!"

SPANK

"Mmm- MMMMMmmmmm...!" She tries not to moan with a jiggly body.

"What was that?" He warns.

"Aahhn- n-nothing!" She looks annoyed, but is too busy... making little noises to focus. The fucking is making her tits move a little, hypnotically.

"I want you to say something for me, Cindy." He leans in while fucking, whispering in her ear. She looks appalled, shaking her head, but he spanks her and fucks harder before she can speak. She moans until she squeaks, then he slows down again.

fuck... fuck... fuck... fuck...

She moans and squeezes eyes shut, but they pop open. She purses lips and they pop open too, pouting a circle. She glares off, looking all the world a brat rather than someone actually hating it. But I know she's angry, just trying to do the right thing. Taking it.

"I-" She moans, the fucks jiggling her tits, making it look a little silly her attempts to speak and glare at anything he's suggesting. "I don't app- appre- ciate that."

"Huh? You don't appreciate a boyfriend who gets fired?"

"No! I said-"

SPANK

She realises and then frowns, tricked. He laughs low. She glares while he fucks consistently, jiggling her. She turns away but it only shows off her ass more, that jiggling while being fucked. She tries to stifle.

"Do you want his job back?"

She glares, and finally spits it out. "He's not a cuck. My boyfriend's not a cuck."

"If he watches this he is. Didn't you know that? Every boy that watches his girl get fucked by a man is a cuck."

"He's not a boy he's a MAN."

SPANK. Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck...

She glares up at him. But the spanks must be doing something, because when he does it now, there's a while where she stops talking back. Like the power of it alone is stopping her. Whenever I do it, it normally just eggs her on...

She glares. "Just get it over with already."

He slows down fucking, to show her how long he can take. How in control he is. "I need you to know that your boyfriend is a cuck."

She frowns, but sighs, hand hitting the table as he begins to speed up again. She make to talk, but he's fucking with her, the way she was fucking with me before. "I- nngfff..." She shakes her head and nods. "Okay. I just say it, right?"

"You know what it means?"

"Yes I know what it means!"

"Go on then. Say what it means." She goes to speak, but he cuts her off. "Look into the camera. Say it quick. Say what it means and what your boyfriend is. You're getting his job back."

"I-" SPANK "nNN! I know- cuck means- a boy who- man who- his girlfriend is- NNF! His girlfriend is- is getting fucked and- and- he likes it- and- he's being cheated on and- fuck-"

"Do you think your boyfriend's a cuck?"

"NNG! He isn't gonna see this."

He just laughs.

SPANK

plap... plap... plap...

"NN! And he- and he-"

She bites it back, but she's jiggling more now. He slows down, she makes to speak. He speeds up. She moans like a vibrator. He slows down again. Her face is red and flushed. It's been minutes. He's already lasted longer than I do most of the time. He's relaxed. "And he...?"

"And he- a cuck is- nnggg... a cuck is someone who enjoys it, my boyfriend's a- guy who's getting cheated on."

"You want this to take all day? You can take it all day, babygirl."

"I don't- ohh fuck..." She melts when he calls her babygirl, it just registering.

SPANK- PLAP PLAP PLAP-

She moans as he fucks her, settling in to hands planted on the table, him fucking her doggy and feeling her breasts through the silk and bra. He slips a foot between hers and stretches her legs out, them a V now. She moans, clearly needing to grip tighter from the angle, him probably hitting deeper. Well, judging from her expression.

"Do you think your boyfriend is a cuck, or do you want me to cum on your face and leave you here without a job for that boy of yours?"

She breathes deep, but her eyebrows are arched and her lips are pouting against herself from the pleasure. She whimpers a little and I'm pretty sure I can see a glimmer from between her legs. A glimmer of drool slide down and dangle between as he fucks her wetter and wetter. "Pl- please give my boyfriend his job back?"

SPANK

PLAP PLAP PLAP

"Who?" He laughs low. "The cuck I fired?"

She puts hand to her hair and pulls it back, her eyes are red and her face is blushing. There's a sheen of sweat not just there, but over the top of her shoulders and back. "I- I- can't- think- eghn-"

"Beg. Beg me again."

"I didn't-!" It kicks in that she did. She just begged. She looks guilty and puts hand to her face, tearing up. She moans, suddenly letting go and I see her eyes roll back in her head as he goes harder. He doesn't speed up. Just goes harder.

"Beg."

SPANK

"MMMMmmmmm-! I wish you would please give me my boyfriend his job back please?"

SPANK

"MMMFF- SIR! FUCK!" He grabs her arms behind her back, pins them together in a square and holds them in place at the wrists. He pushes down and her face goes into the table, drooling and panting as he fucks her harder. I see her ass now full view, gettingfucked, hearing it slap wetly and see her drool. Now from both ends. She stares glassy-eyed somewhere. She glances at the camera and "Oh- G- God- pleeease don't make me a whoooOre...?"

"Too late."

SPANK

PLAP PLAP PLAP PLAP-

"Say your boyfriend's a cuck or I stop fucking you. No job for him. He needs this, babygirl. He needs your pussy to be nice to me."

She thinks for a while, getting fucked and drooling, staring and gasping for breath, before nodding. She breathes deep.

"It- it doesn't mean anything but he's a cuck."

"What did you say?"

"He's- he's a cuck."

"Why."

"Because I'm getting fucked."

"Who are you getting fucked by?"

"His Boss."

"Who am I?"

"His Boss- fuck-" She moans and her legs quiver again, she shakes her head into the table, tossing her head back, her hair long and cascading down her back. She moans. "His BOSS."

"Who am I?"

"You're- UHN- his BOSS!"

SPANK

"Who is your boyfriend?"

"A- NNGGGG- a CUCK!"

"Why!" He shouts it.

She let's go. "AH-! Because he LOST HIS JOB! Because I'm getting FUCKED!"

"Are you a cheat?"

"YES I'm a CHEAT! I'm a ch- CHEATING WHORE and I'm fucking his BOSS!"

"Why?"

"Because- because you FIRED him!"

"Do you hate me?"

"YES I- I fucking HATE you!"

SPANK

She MOANS. He speeds up. She gasps, mouth popping open and mascara-ed eyes glare up back while he fucks, but then her eyes turn to roll as he makes her-

"NNGGFFF!" She bites her finger to stifle it, then pops her hand up and stares into my eyes for a second, before blinking away, breathing a deep gasp.

She can't hear it, but her voice is turning into a pornstar's.

fuck fuck fuck fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck...

"Please stop fucking with me? I don't wanna cum on camera- just cum already?"

"Say please."

"I- I already said please..."

He keeps going like that for a while, lazily. Cindy chews gum and her brows go up, she looks antsy and off up to the corner of the room, glancing occasionally to the camera, before resolving to focus on the corner again. She does this a couple times before the pounds must get too much and-

"MMm..." She moans mouth closed and her lips part, unsticking to open like a model perfectly pouting for a photoshoot, before she bites her lip.

"You want another bit?"

She sighs, her hand going up to her hair and stretching her arm up as she's pounded lazily. She sighs for a while, her head going down to flip the ponytail with it, as she sighs like she's mulling it over with genuinely difficulty. A difficult decision.

"...yeah..."

"Yeah?"

SPANK

"MMM-!" She looks regretful, brows the arrow again. Hand to hair again, but this time- eyes darting to the camera. While she's hypnotically fucked, her mouth pinches and the sigh again, she's pinching them.

I wonder why she's pinching them, since she always bites her lip when she's with me, until I realise...

She's trying not to-

"MMPFGH!" She bites deep into her pink bow, right in the centre. The kind to make her cherry pop, her mouth so expressive it curves right down in worry and... pleasure.

"Yah..."

"'Yah'...?" He laughs.

SPANK

"MM! Y-yah..."

She pines and those brows go down a second, her getting this glare on like she's determined. You know, like Tinkerbell is determined. The slaps provide background noise. "MMMMFuck you! I'm just doing this for my boyfriend."

"For your boyfriend?"

"Yeah..."

"Yah?"

She giggles-

Then looks GUILTY, looking away from the camera, trying to speak to no-one. I realise she's trying to make an excuse to me, watching this. Or him. Either way, she's too guilty. "Just- just cum already."

"Nope."

SPANK.

She moans, looking down, hands on the table. "NN- why NOT..."

"Can't."

"Can't?!"

"'Yah'..."

SPANK

Her eyes shut and she groans, but every sound she makes is impeded by moans thrust into and from her flapping chest.

"Have you ever been bullied before?"

"No. Fuck you-"

SPANK

"You sure?" He growls low a little, but not hateful. Just to show off that he can. She still jumps when he does, gasping a little. "You're being bullied right now, aren't you?"

She's silent. Nothing but the wet slaps and pounds. She mulls it over, I can see her trying that backtalk again, but this time I'm silently praying she stops, since it's not working, not making him stop.

"I love my boyfriend."

"I know you do baby. So look at him. After all, one day he might be in that camera right? I mean you can't fight me for it. Especially with a body like this compared to this big black-ass meat."

She looks embarrassed... ashamed. If she really didn't care, she'd not look like it's affecting her so much. She'd wink, shake her head, roll her eyes and not talk back.

She'd not look when he tells her to. Her eyes are in tears, she puts her hand to her face in that move again, but this time covering her eyes and looking down while she gets pounded, the hair flipping up again so she has to grab it again. She sighs, pissed off at that for the last time.

"Could you-"

SPANK

"Uh-huh...? Go on babygirl."

Her mouth purses, I don't know if it's frustration or guilt, but when she makes to speak, it's a gasp. She can barely take his fucking.

"Could you hold my hair back?"

"Huh?"

SPANK SPANK SPANK

"AAHHHh- FUCK you-!" She has her mouth open like an O and her hands grip the side of the table as he-

PLP PLP PLP PL PLP PLPPP-

Before he slows, going back to the rhythm again.

Plp, plp plp plp...

"Nah haha, go ahead."

"MMmmm! Could you- could you just fucking hold my hair back please?"

"Why?"

"Because-" She sighs, this time frustrated, leaning down so I can't see her face, shaking her ponytail as it flops down her neck, "Because it keeps falling down and it's pissing me off."

He fucks her for a while and slows a second. She goes to speak, and he speeds up, making her hand slap down against the table and clench against the wood. She leans her elbows on while his fucks get slower, and when she turns her head to speak- he fucks faster, SPANKing her. I realise he's fucking with her again.

My poor stupid girlfriend doesn't. She turns her head, and he spanks her and reaches down to pinch her nipples hard, before tugging on them back and forth while he fucks into her. He growls in her ear, her eyes shut and she moans a silent swear. Then he laughs kissing just above the back of her head, a possessive motion.

Then he leans back with a hard SPANK and grabs her hips, fucking and fucking harder, before settling into rhythm again.

"So you want me to pull it?"

She glares aside to herself, and it almost makes me wanna laugh. It's like I'm watching a porno. And then I feel guilty again, thrust back in the real world.

They've got chemistry.

"No I don't want you to PULL on it, I want you to hold it back, isn't that what I said?"

"You want me to hold it how?"

"Hold- hold it..." There's that ditziness again, she slaps the table and her head goes down, she shakes the tail and sighs frustrated. "I don't KNOW..."

"But not tug on it right?"

"That's right."

"Okay baby. But that's gonna cost you."

"H-how much..."

"How much? Hmm..."

While he thinks, she catches sight of the camera again and shakes her head, gripping the table and moaning a gasp again, "Just forget it..."

He points to something off camera. She looks uncertain, then slips off-

And I see her eyes roll back in her head as he must be pulling out from her, her sigh as her head drops down and hair flopping over her shoulder. She sighs a second, like she needs a breath, placing her hand up to her collarbone just planted above her full hanging breasts while she breathes and her sweaty chest heaves.

And she stands and heads over.

She disappears from frame, revealing his body and cock flopping swinging side to side.