Roy spun her head back so that she was less than an inch from his half-erect, dangling
prick.
"Listen, sweetie, I don`t wanna get rough with `ya, but I said to hurry up, okay?
OKAY?" His tone was calm, but threatening, and Margo didn`t want to get him angry.
She`d heard him yelling at some tenants upstairs about being late with the rent, and had
witnessed his rage as he slammed his clenched fist into the door and sent it rocking on
its hinges. With his size and strength, she knew she would be helpless against him.
Suddenly he grew tired of waiting and grabbed her ears with his powerful hands and
twisted them upward, causing a pain so excruciating that she thought for a moment she
would black out.
She cried out for him to stop, but he ignored her pleas, keeping one eye on the
television screen and one on her. Abruptly, he pulled her face roughly up to his naked
loins, shoving his hips forward so that the end of his heavy cock pressed lewdly against
her moist lips. Once more he twisted at her ears, and she again groaned with pain.
"Now, Margo...open your mouth and suck it! NOW! SUCK IT!" he screamed above
the deafening roar of the fan`s cheers blasting from the television set.
Her mouth opened slightly and with one more twist her lips slowly parted as Roy gazed
at the wet orifice in front of his dick. Then he forced the pulsating head into the warm
moist cavern and let it lay there twitching slightly as it grew still harder and more
erect.
The young widow didn`t move at all, lest the brushing of her quivering tongue on the
enormous heated shaft should cause it to grow even larger.
"It`s your choice, honey, but one way or another; I will have a blow job." His
voice was cruel.
Margo knew it was hopeless to resist, and, admittedly, there was a part of her that
didn`t want to displease the darkly handsome man; this was something she must do or lose
him...lose the one spark in her dreary life. And she couldn`t stand the thought, no matter
how disgusting this awful degrading act seemed.
She fought back the churning ball of nausea growing thicker by the second in her knotted
belly and closed her mouth over the throbbing staff and massaged it with her tongue,
feeling his hands loosen their grip as she obediently complied with his harsh demands.
His powerful hands still held her, though not as painfully, but she knew she should
please him to avoid a scene. Margo didn`t like scenes; Finn had been such a mild-mannered,
loving man, but Roy had it in him to be brutal, and that scared her. She closed her eyes
and tried to keep her mind on the long pulsing prick that was in her mouth.
Roy looked down at his long thick pole protruding from his hair-covered pelvis and
throbbing in her warm, wet mouth, and at the pursed lips stretching tightly around the
immense purplish head, and he felt a twinge of disappointment that she hadn`t protested
more.
Hell, it would have done her a world of good to get kicked around a little first before
sucking him off. Every woman worth her salt needs a good kick in the ass once in a while,
he thought. At least the women he picked up on the streets sure as hell needed it to let
them know who the boss was.
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