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Please dear god Mr Taylor please don't do this.... please...please..

"Don't do what? You think I'm going to let you go out and walk the streets looking like that? You little tramp, your mama will thank me for keeping you in! Do you have any idea how much trouble you could get in? You little whore! How long has this been going on?"

"Really, I was just dressing up. Just trying on clothes…"...."its a fantasy please... i get off on the slutty fantasy...

"Oh sure." he said. "With makeup and stockings and heels. Don't bullshit me, Vanessa. I know when a girl's set to go whoring. You're out looking for one thing, aren't you? You wait till your mom's away and that you get all dressed up and go out and find yourself some nice hard cock, don't you, baby? Well you know what?” he sneered, “I got some right here. No need to go looking for it."

There was no denying it now: her mother’s friend wanted her, was going to have his way with her. She couldn’t pretend anymore that this was really an attempt to keep her safe; it was a seduction, or maybe something worse. Vanessa tried one last time to escape, but Mr. Taylor was just too strong. He took both of her wrists in one hand and pressed her against the fridge with his body. He used his other hand to slowly draw a finger down her body from her throat to where the last snap strained to keep her dress in place. Then he reached up under the dress and his fingers touched her naked thighs.

He slipped his hands around the tops of her stockings... stroking her flesh and feeling the lust in his balls as his cock swelled thinking about this hot teenage piece of ass in front of him dressed like a teenage call girl who needed to be fucked...used and debased for his or any mans pleasure... a rubber clad fucktoy...a dripping wet cunt covered in shimmering black silk panties and trussed up like a rubber buds queen

"Oh God!" she said in horror, but to Mr. Taylor it sounded like the first sign of arousal, and he pressed himself tighter against her. She closed her eyes and willed the earth to swallow her and her shame, but her visitor was still there when she opened them again.

Vanessa was trembling with fear and humiliation, and yet she really didn't want to fight with him. She was still on a high level of excitement from her game of dress up and his body against hers felt wonderful, despite her horror. It was just what she wanted to feel, his hardness against her, his strength holding her. She was completely torn, part of her dying to see her fantasies realized, and part of her ashamed that she would ever let a man take advantage of her like this.... never let a man use her like a common whore... to be shammed and abused

"Come on, Vanessa!" he whispered to her face, "Let's see if you're as hot as you think you are. Let's see just what you've got."

His fingers touched her pussy through her panties and she gasped. Her knees went weak. "Mr. Taylor, please! It was just a game!"... "please don't.... please