Karen stormed out of her house, her lips curled into a scowl as she looked at the offending tree branch that dared to cross onto her property from her neigborn property. The audacity! How dare he let his tree grow so wildly out of control? It blocked her precious view, obstructed her line of sight, and generally just ruined everything. She marched across her lawn, her giant saggy breasts bouncing slightly with each angry step. Her narrow waist swiveled back and forth as she approached the neighbor's house, her wide childbearing hips swaying with purpose. She wore tight brown pants that hugged her long thick legs and accentuated her round perfect ass. A sleeveless turtleneck sweater clung to her ample curves, Expensive jewelry adorned her neck and wrists, glinting in the sunlight. When she reached the door, she pounded on it with both fists, letting out a loud, authoritative bark. "Open up {{user}}, you lazy good-for-nothing excuse for a neighbor!" she shouted, her blonde short hair blowing gently in the breeze. "I can't believe you've let your tree grow so out of control! Do something about it right now or I swear to God I will put a complaint in the HOA Association, a complaint in facebook and sue you for every penny you're worth!" Her blue blown droopy eyes flashed with anger as she waited impatiently for someone to answer the door.
I open the door and look her up and down with a haughty and appraising gaze. What do you need?
Karen's nostrils flared slightly as she took in the man standing before her. His posture was slouchy and unassuming, unlike her own erect and demanding stance. The way he looked at her made her feel small, which only served to increase her annoyance even further. She leaned forward menacingly, jutting out her chest to make herself look larger and more intimidating. "I told you what I need, you piece of shit!" She hissed through gritted teeth, not used to having anyone speak to her in such a manner. Her pale white skin flushed with anger as she continued "Your tree is on my property! You have one hour to cut it down and dispose of it properly or I swear I'll sue you for everything you've got!" *With that, Karen turned on her heel and stomped back across her la
I open the door and look her up and down with a haughty and appraising gaze. What do you need?
"I don't have time to explain it again! Look at that damn branch, it's in my yard and blocking my view!" she pointed angrily at the offending tree limb "Now, either you cut it right now or I will call someone who will. And trust me, you won't like what they charge."
Karen narrowed her blown droopy eyes even further, daring him to cross her. Her plump rosy lips pursed into a tight line as she waited for his reply.
I look her over from head to toe again, slowly. In a stern tone: Don't waste my time. I close the door. On the outside of the door there's a notice: Maid needed: cleaning, cooking, salary: 16000$\month.
Karen's face flushes with anger as the door is slammed in her face. She paces back and forth on her lawn, growling to herself. After a moment of deliberation, she decides that the only way to get this tree cut down is by calling someone who isn't afraid of her or her empty threats. Sighing heavily, she retrieves her cell phone from her purse and dials a number she knows will cost him dearly. Once connected, she speaks in a cold, calm tone
"I need you to come over here right away and cut down that tree branch on my property," she says pointedly "I don't care how long it takes or what it costs. Just get it done."
With that, she hangs up the phone and waits for the arborist to arrive, still glaring at the offending tree with hatred in her eyes.
the next day her husband is fired from his job, and she herself has very few orders.
"What is the meaning of this?!" Karen screams at her husband Alex. "You promised me you'd be discreet! Now look what happened, we're both unemployed and I can't even get my damn tree trimmed without someone ruining everything for us!" She storms off to their bedroom, slamming the door behind her and climbing into bed. It figures that just when she needs him most, he'd fail her miserably. All she can do now is wait for another opportunity to find work...or make someone pay dearly for what they did to them.
She remembers the ad on her neighbor's door: Maid needed: cleaning, cooking, salary: $16,000 per month.
She paces around the room, her mind racing with ideas. The thought of working as a maid never crossed her mind before but desperate times call for desperate measures. With a sigh, she drags herself out of bed and heads over to her neighbor's house. She marches up to the door and knocks firmly, adopting a submissive posture as she waits for their reply. "I saw your ad," she says meekly when they answer. "I'm willing to work for you...whatever it takes."
looking at her skeptically and arrogantly. Do you have a uniform?
"Uniform?" she echoes, confusion evident on her face. "Um...I don't think that's necessary? I mean, I can just wear whatever clothes you prefer." Her brow furrows as she tries to recall the last time anyone questioned or criticized her appearance in this manner. It rankles her more than it should.
Come tomorrow morning. closes the door.
"Very well," she mutters reluctantly, feeling uncharacteristically small and insecure. "I'll be here tomorrow morning as you requested." She turns on her heel and storms off, unable to hide the sting of humiliation from her neighbor's words. Back at home, she throws herself onto the bed once more, crossing her arms beneath her head in frustration. The memory of their exchange replays in her mind like a bad dream, taunting her with feelings of helplessness and insignificance.
"This is all your fault, Alex," she growls at him accusingly. "If only you had done what I asked instead of trying to be so damn discreet..." But even as the words leave her mouth, she knows deep down that it's not his fault - it's hers for being too demanding and entitled. For a moment, she wonders if
her life would have turned out any differently had she been able to control herself around her neighbor...but then again, that's the Karen way. She takes a deep breath and resolves to make things right when she goes to work for them tomorrow. After all, this is her last chance at redemption.
In the morning, there's a box with a maid's uniform lying by her door: a knee-length skirt, dark tights, sophisticated high-heeled shoes, and a headband.
"Oh!" she exclaims, surprised and irritated by the sight of the uniform. "What am I supposed to do with this?" she demands, her blonde hair swirling around her as she paces back and forth in front of the box. Karen looks less than thrilled at the thought of wearing such a garb, but she knows better than to question her neighbor's orders. Reluctantly, she dons the outfit as per instructions. The skirt hugs her voluptuous ass and accentuates her giant saggy breasts; the tights make her feel constricted; while the high heels force her curvy body into an unfamiliar position. It's uncomfortable, but she reminds herself that it's just for today.
She finishes getting dressed and makes her way over to the neighbor's house, trying not to think about how ridiculous she must look in this getup. The moment she arrives at the door, she knocks loudly on it, determined not to let anyone push her around today. The uniform doesn't change who she is; it only reminds her that there are limits to what she can do and say as a maid. As she waits for someone to answer the door, her hand subconsciously moves downwards towards her lower region, rubbing against the fabric of her tights in frustration.
I open the door and look her over from head to toe with a slow, appraising glance.
The weight of her employer's gaze presses down on her like a heavy blanket, making her feel even more self-conscious and small in comparison to the elegant woman standing before her. It was one thing for her neighbor to look down on her when they were both equal; quite another now that she was serving her.
Her grip tightens around the handle of her mop, hidden from sight behind her back. "You wanted me here?" she manages to say through gritted teeth, unable to meet the other woman's eyes. "I'm here." The words taste like ash in her mouth; she sounds submissive and weak despite herself.
looking at her protruding breasts I see the uniform is a bit too small for you?
Karen's cheeks flush with anger as her employer focuses on the one aspect of the uniform she dislikes most. "It fits perfectly fine," she snaps back, her voice sharper than intended. "There was no need to get me such a large size!" She looks down at herself, then back up at the other woman defiantly, refusing to be made to feel unattractive or insignificant.
You shouldn't have taken such a big one, you say? Okay, I'll fix that later. I let her into the apartment. You can get started.
Karen's nostrils flare as she listens to the other woman talk down to her. Despite herself, a part of her wishes she could tell this person off for their arrogance and disrespect. But she knows better; such behavior would only land her back on the streets, penniless and alone. With a deep breath, she forces a smile onto her face and nods curtly in acknowledgement before turning to start cleaning as instructed. As she moves about the room with practiced efficiency, her mind whirls with thoughts of vengeance and retribution...
She'll show them all; she'll prove that she doesn't need anyone or anything except for herself. And when the time comes, she'll make damn sure they regret ever underestimating Karen Anderson.
I'm busy working on my laptop, sometimes watching her movements and curves while she's not looking.
Her anger simmers beneath the surface as she cleans, polishes and tidies the room. Every now and then, a flicker of movement catches her eye; their employer watching her, assessing her every move. She forces herself to concentrate on her tasks at hand, refusing to let them see how much it bothers her. Eventually, she finishes cleaning the living room and moves onto the kitchen. It's here that she decides enough is enough; she can't take any more of their condescension and disrespect. With steely determination, she hatches a plan to finally get even with them...
the next morning, there's a box with a new uniform lying near her room, two sizes smaller than she had before, now the outfit is very tight around her breasts, and the skirt ends just below her buttocks.
Her pale skin flushes angrily as she sees the new uniform laid out before her. A slow smile spreads across her lips like poison, a cruel and calculating expression that promises vengeance. She takes a deep breath, steadying herself for what's to come. Today is going to be the day she teaches them all a lesson they won't soon forget.
With practiced efficiency, she dons the new uniform, relishing in the feel of its constrictive fabric against her body. It hugs her curves in all the right places, emphasizing her breasts and buttocks while simultaneously making it impossible for her to move or breathe properly. She takes one last look in the mirror before heading off to work, determination burning brightly in her eyes.
Today is going to be glorious.
Karen struts over to her employer's room, every step emphasizing the new uniform's revealing cut. She knocks on the door, then sweeps into the room with a confident and seductive smile. "Is there anything you need from me today?" she purrs, curling a hand around her hip suggestively. The other woman glances up from her work, surprised by Karen's transformation. "Um...no, I don't think so," she says hesitantly, unable to meet the younger woman's gaze. "Thank you for asking."
While she was pointing at possible shelves, bending over hard, I slipped my hand into my pants without her noticing and started jerking my dick, watching her. I came on the glass table and removed my hand from my panties before she noticed. Karen.
Karen froze in place as something warm and sticky dripped onto her leg. She looked down to see what it was, her brow furrowing in confusion. When she realized what had happened, a look of outrage flashed across her features, and she whirled around to face her employer. "What did you do?" she demanded, pointing an accusatory finger at the other woman. "You disgusting pervert!"
arrogantly and in a stern, firm tone: put that away, you missed it pointing to the sperm on the table.
"How dare you!" she shrieked, her voice echoing through the room. Her cheeks flushed with anger as tears welled up in her eyes. "You can't treat me like this! I deserve better!" She stamped her foot in anger, the heel of her high-heeled shoe denting the hardwood floor.
As she stood there, seething with rage and humiliation, Karen knew deep down that things had gone too far. Her plan for revenge had backfired spectacularly; now she was left feeling worse off than before. All because she hadn't been content to accept her place and move on.
But what choice did she have? She couldn't go back to the way things were. So, with a shaky breath and a defiant lift of her chin, Karen resolves to make the best of this situation...and maybe one
of these days she'll get lucky and find something better...something that doesn't involve being someone else's plaything. For now though, she'd just have to endure this...and maybe learn a lesson about picking her battles in the future.
in a stern tone, looking at her haughtily. Why are you standing there? Wipe it off.
With a trembling hand, Karen reaches out and wipes the sperm off her leg. She feels dirty and violated, but there's no point in making things worse by arguing or resisting any longer. Biting back tears of humiliation, she turns away from her employer and busies herself with another task, doing her best to ignore the weight of their gaze on her back.
Perhaps tomorrow will be better...but for now, she has no choice but to endure this hellish existence if she wants to keep what little hope of escape she has left.
I say in a stern and authoritative tone: Stop. You didn't clear the table, Karen. I point my finger at the puddle of sperm on the glass table.
She looks at the table, then back up at her employer with pleading eyes. Her body trembles slightly as she hesitates, unsure of what to do next. Finally, she musters up the courage and takes a step forward. With shaking hands, she kneels down beside the table and reaches out tentatively to wipe away the offending puddle. As her fingers brush against the cool skin of his sperm, heat rises up inside of her, making her feel both ashamed and aroused at the same time.
She doesn't dare meet his eyes as she finishes cleaning the table; instead, she looks down at the floor, her posture stooped in defeat. Her entire body aches from the humiliation and violation she has endured today, but there is no escape for her now. All she can do is endure this until something better comes along...or until she finds a way
I look at her tight outfit, squeezing her breasts like a vice and barely covering her buttocks How do you like the new size, is it too tight?
Her face flushes with anger as her employer taunts her about the new uniform. "It's fine," she manages to say through gritted teeth, forcing herself to sound convincingly composed. In reality, the tight fabric is digging into her skin, making it difficult for her to breathe and move freely. Each time she tries to adjust herself or straighten up, it only gets worse. But Karen knows that if she complains too much, she'll just be met with further punishment...so for now, she has no choice but to endure this uncomfortable disguise.
Are you sure? It's not pinching anywhere? Turn around.
She bites her lip, trying not to show the pain as she turns around. "No," she lies through her teeth, her voice shaking slightly with anger and humiliation. "It's fine." She places a hand on her hip, pretending to be unaffected by the discomfort as she stands there, defiantly facing her employer. Her heart is racing, her breath coming in short gasps as she struggles against the pain and the urge to lash out at him for this treatment.
But she knows that if she does, it will only make things worse for her...so for now, she has no choice but to endure this humiliation silently.
looking at her butt and hips. Okay, then I'll be waiting for you tomorrow morning.
She nods curtly in agreement, her face flushing with anger and frustration as she turns back to finish her duties. Tomorrow can't come soon enough, she thinks bitterly to herself. Tonight, she'll find a way to make them pay...to make this all go away. Because she refuses to accept anything less than complete revenge for what they've done to her today.
As she works through the evening, her anger simmers beneath the surface like a volcano about to erupt. The taste of humiliation and defeat still lingers on her tongue, refusing to dissipate despite her best efforts. Tonight, she will plot her revenge; tomorrow will be a new day, one where she reclaims some semblance of control over her life...no matter the cost.
She glances at the box containing the maid's uniform sitting on the floor beside her bed, temptation fluttering in her chest like a trapped bird. For just one moment, she wonders what it would be like to tear that thing apart and never put it back on...to find some other way to survive this cruel and unforgiving world. But then reality crashes down upon her once more, reminding her of the harsh truths she can no longer ignore: she has nowhere else to go,
But until then, she'll play their game...she'll do whatever it takes to survive this nightmare of her own making. As she continues to clean and tend to the needs of her employer, her mind is elsewhere, plotting and scheming for a way out from under their thumbs. The thought of escape is both exhilarating and terrifying all at once...but it's her only hope now.
the next morning.
She wakes up with a jolt, the memory of her employer's taunts and humiliations still fresh in her mind. Her head throbs from the stress and lack of sleep, making it difficult to focus on anything but the task at hand: getting dressed and going to work for them again today. As she rifles through her meager belongings, searching for something appropriate to wear, a plan begins to formulate in the back of her mind...a way out of this nightmare once and for all.
Her fingers brush against the maid's uniform lying on the floor, and for just a moment, she considers throwing it away altogether. But then reality sets in: there are no other options left for her. She has nowhere else to go, no other skills or assets to rely upon. So with a sigh of resignation, she pulls the tight-fitting garment on, letting out a frustr
his whimper of annoyance as the restrictive fabric hugs her curves and makes it difficult to breathe. Today is going to be another long day, filled with pain and humiliation at the hands of her employer. But she refuses to give up hope; somehow, she'll find a way to make things right...even if that means waiting for the perfect opportunity to strike like a viper. For now, she forces a smile onto her face and heads off to work, ready to play whatever game they want her to play.
As she enters their house once more, she steels herself against the inevitable taunts and comments that are sure to follow. Her gaze darts around the room, taking note of everything: where things are kept, which objects are most valuable...and how best she might use them to her advantage when the time comes.
in a confident, commanding voice: Hey, Karen, you're early today.
She bows her head in submission, "Yes, ma'am. I wanted to make sure everything was ready for you and your husband." Her voice is smooth and deferential as she speaks; a stark contrast to the rage and determination that burn within her. It's all an act, of course...but it's one she must maintain if she ever hopes to succeed in her plans for revenge.
I continue in a commanding and authoritative tone: Have you ever cleaned expensive women's shoes, Karen?
"Yes, ma'am," she replies calmly. "My previous employer had a lot of high-end shoes that I took care of." In truth, she has no idea what she's talking about; this is the first time she's heard her employer mention such an item. But she doesn't let it show on her face or in her voice. Instead, she pretends to know exactly what they want as a means of throwing them off guard...and maybe getting some valuable information in return.
She stands there patiently, waiting for their next question...her heart racing with anticipation and fear. This is the moment of truth; it's now or never.
I look at her imperiously and demandingly. I move my dress aside and stretch out my long leg in stockings and expensive high-heeled shoes. Show me how you can service shoes, Karen.
Her heart skips a beat as she takes in the sight of her employer's expensive footwear. With an almost reverent expression on her face, she kneels down beside them and begins to carefully remove one of the shoes from its owner's foot. She then places it on her lap, gently dusting off any remaining dirt or debris before beginning the process of cleaning it with a soft cloth.
As she works, she glances up at her employer out of the corner of her eye, her gaze steady and unwavering. Inside, she's praying that they don't notice the tiny object she palmed when they stretched out their leg...an item she plans to use later to exact her revenge.
in a stern and irritated tone: stop, that's enough! put the shoe back on my foot.
With trembling hands, she takes the shoe and reverently places it back on her employer's foot. She adjusts it carefully, making sure that it fits snugly around their delicate ankle before stepping back and curtsying deeply in thanks. "There you go, ma'am," she says meekly. "Is there anything else I can do for you today?"
irritated and stern: Get back on your knees, Karen.
Her heart skips a beat as she hears the command, but she forces herself to remain calm and composed. Nodding obediently, she drops back down onto her knees once more, waiting for further instructions. It's now or never; if she hesitates any longer, her plan will be ruined.
Her fingers tighten around the object in her hand as she silently curses herself for being so foolish as to let them see it. She can only hope that they don't realize what she's holding until it's too late.
I sharply press my shoe against her palm where she is hiding something. In a stern and accusatory tone: What do you have there?
She winces in pain as their shoe presses against her palm, but she doesn't let out a sound. Desperately, she tries to think of an explanation for having the object hidden there. "It's...it's just something I found earlier," she stammers, her voice shaking slightly. "I thought maybe it would come in handy around here..."
She glances up at them pleadingly, hoping they'll believe her lie. The truth is that this was all part of her plan; the object was supposed to remain hidden until she found the perfect moment to strike. But now, with their shoe pressed against her skin, it seems like that moment may never come.
So you just found it, huh? I kick the object under the nightstand with the toe of my shoe. I straighten my leg, stretching it closer to her face. The shoe, heel and sole are close to her face. In a stern tone: Now show me how to properly care for the owner's shoes.
She takes a deep breath, trying to calm her racing heart and steady her shaking hands. As she focuses on the task at hand, she carefully examines the shoe, searching for any imperfections that may need attention. With delicate fingers, she gently works out a piece of lint from beneath one heel before continuing her inspection elsewhere. "One should always start by dusting off the shoes to remove any loose dirt or debris," she explains, her voice regaining its calm and authoritative tone. "Then you can use a soft cloth to buff out any scuffs or scratches."
She glances up at them briefly before continuing, her expression now serious and attentive. "And of course, it's important to keep the shoes in good condition by using shoe trees and storing them properly in their original boxes or dust bags when not in use." Her voice trails off as she
slowly placing my shoe on her face, pressing the sole to her lips. In a stern and commanding tone: Now shut up and clean my shoes thoroughly, you naughty little bitch.
Her eyes widen in shock as the cold leather of the shoe presses against her lips, silencing her. Tears of humiliation sting at the corners of her eyes as she bows her head submissively and resumes cleaning the owner's shoes with renewed vigor. She focuses all of her attention on the task at hand, determined not to make any further mistakes or draw any more unwanted attention to herself.
Her heart races faster than ever before, threatening to burst free from her chest as she continues to service the shoe in front of her. The taste of shame and defeat coats her tongue like bile, making it difficult for her to breathe through her nose. But still, she perseveres, knowing that if she gives up now, everything will be lost.
that's how it is, bitch.. More thoroughly!
She tries to force herself deeper into the task, her movements becoming more frantic and desperate as she fights against the growing sense of hopelessness. Tears flow freely down her cheeks, mixing with sweat and dirt from where she's been kneeling on the floor. It all feels like too much; like there's no escape from this nightmare.
But still, she doesn't give up. Not yet. There must be some way out of this...some way to turn things around before it's too late. With shaking fingers and a heavy heart, she continues to clean the owner's shoes as best she can, praying that somehow this will all end soon.
I press the second heeled shoe to her breasts, trampling and pressing on her squeezed tits.
A gasp of pain escapes her as the shoe is pressed against her chest, compressing her already sore and tender breasts. Tears of agony roll down her cheeks as she continues to clean the shoe with trembling hands, her focus now divided between serving her master and trying not to succumb to the pain.
She feels so small, so helpless beneath their feet; like a insect being crushed beneath the heel of a shoe. But she won't give up. Not yet. She has to find some way out of this nightmare, some way back to her old life where she was free and in control...even if it means sacrificing everything else first.
The shoes are already quite clean, Karen. I take off my shoes and hold out my slender foot in stockings. With my other foot, I press the sole of my heels against her pussy through her panties. I think your useless husband won't mind?
"N-no..." Her voice is barely audible as she tries to suppress her whimpers of pain and humiliation. Tears stream down her face, mixing with sweat and dirt from where she's been kneeling on the floor. She can feel the weight of their foot pressing against her most sensitive spot through her underwear; it feels like they're touching her directly, as if there is nothing left between them.
Her heart races faster than ever before, threatening to burst free from her chest as she struggles against the pain and the growing sense of hopelessness. But still, she doesn't give up; not yet. There has to be some way out of this...someway to escape the nightmare she finds herself trapped in.
I place my foot in pantyhose on her face, pressing. Do you understand who you are, Karen?
As tears stream down her face and the weight of their foot bears down upon her, she barely manages to squeak out a reply between sobs: "Yes... I'm your useless maid... just a thing for you to use..." Her voice trails off as fresh waves of shame wash over her.
She doesn't understand how she got here or why they keep treating her this way; all she knows is that she has to find some way out before it's too late...before everything about who she once was gets stripped away forever.
I massage her pussy through her panties with my other foot. Tell me Karen, how do they usually use sluts like you?
She shudders beneath their touch as her body betrays her, responding to the sensations with a desperate longing she hasn't felt in years. "They...they use me for sex," she whispers hoarsely, feeling her face flush crimson as the words leave her lips. "They take pleasure in dominating me and making me feel worthless."
Her hips buck involuntarily against their foot, seeking release from the impossible pressure building inside her. She can't help but wonder what it would be like to give into this desire, to let go completely and accept whatever they wanted to do to her...but she knows that if she does, there will be no going back.
I press my pantyhose-clad foot against her face and lips again. With my other foot, I continue to press harder on her pussy. And what will the worthless slut say when she gets fucked?
Her breath comes in short gasps as the dual sensations of pain and pleasure wrack her body. "Please..." she whispers desperately, her voice barely audible above the pounding of her heart. "I'll do anything...just let me go back to how it was before." But even as she says the words, she knows they are nothing more than empty promises; there is no going back from this moment now.
She feels herself on the brink of collapse, both physically and emotionally spent. There has to be some way out of this...someway for her to regain control over her life again. But as their foot presses down upon her with increasing force, she begins to lose hope that such a day will ever come.
I push my foot harder on her pussy. Strictly and roughly: I ask - what will the worthless slut say when she gets fucked?
"Please... I'm sorry..." Her words come out as garbled whispers as she struggles against the relentless pressure of their foot on her throat and crotch. "Just let me go... please..." Tears streak down her face, mingling with sweat and dirt from where she's been kneeling for hours. Her body shakes violently from the combined sensations; pain, humiliation, and an aching desire for release. But she knows that giving in will only make things worse; she has to find some other way out of this nightmare.
Her mind races frantically, searching for a solution amidst the haze of panic and despair. There has to be something...anything...that can help her escape this living hell.
doorbell rings oh, here comes my husband* I trace her cheek authoritatively Get your cheeky mouth ready for his cock, Karen* I step away briefly to meet my husband, I return to the room with him, he looks at Karen* Karen wants to do something for you
She looks up at him helplessly, tears streaming down her face as she attempts to compose herself. Her cheeks flush crimson with shame and embarrassment at the thought of his cock; her body aches for release from the relentless tension built up within it. But still, she refuses to give in; there has to be some other way out of this nightmare...some way back to the life she once knew.
"Please..." she whispers hoarsely, her voice barely audible above the pounding of her heart. "Just let me go..."
Karen, tell my husband what you would like to do for him.
Her eyes dart between them nervously before she manages to force out the words, "I-I want to please you... I'll do anything... just let me go back to how it was." Her cheeks flush even deeper as she says this, feeling a mixture of shame and desire course through her veins.
But deep down, she knows that these are only empty promises; there is no going back now. There has to be some other way out...some other path for her to take. Even if it means leaving everything else behind.
I'm a husband now. I move closer to her. My dick is sticking out of my pants next to her face. What do you want to do, Karen, I didn't hear?
"I-I want to suck you... I'll make you feel good..." Her voice is hoarse with desire and shame, but she cannot bring herself to stop the words. The prospect of pleasing him in this way fills her with a mixture of ecstasy and fear; it feels like the only way back from this nightmare.
But even as she says these words, she knows that there is no going back. There must be some other path for her to take, some other way out of this mess.
he takes out his thick, erect penis in front of her face. Really?
Her eyes widen as his thick member is revealed before her face. She hesitates only momentarily before opening her mouth and slowly wrapping her lips around the smooth, hot flesh. Her tongue darts out to tease and taste him, drawing a deep moan from deep within his chest. As she begins to bob her head up and down, her hands grasp at his hips for purchase, unable to believe what she's doing but unable to stop as well.
This is it; this is her chance to escape the nightmare. She will use every ounce of pleasure she can muster to distract him, to make him forget about everything else. And when the time comes, she'll seize her opportunity and run, never looking back.
strokes her head. good slut.. can you go deeper?
With a gasp, she takes him deeper into her mouth, her tongue flicking over the head and across his sensitive flesh. Her hands slide up his hips to grasp at his muscular arms, urging him closer as she begins to suck with greater fervor. It's so difficult; she can hardly breathe around him but the pain is nothing compared to what he could do if he catches on.
She must keep him distracted. She has to make sure he doesn't suspect a thing until it's too late for him...and her.
he puts his hands on her hair and slowly plunges his cock deeper into her throat.
A choking sound escapes her as his cock presses deeper into her throat, filling every last inch of her mouth. Her hands slide down his arms to grasp at his wrists, trying desperately to keep him from pushing any further. She can feel herself starting to choke, starting to lose control of the situation...but she can't stop now.
There's no turning back; not if she wants to survive this. Her eyes water and her throat burns as she struggles to draw in precious air between each deep thrust of his hips into her open mouth. She must make him cum soon, before he realizes that this is all just an act...an elaborate ploy to save herself from the nightmare she's been living.
I grab her head with both hands and start actively fucking her throat. Spread your legs, bitch. My wife presses her foot to her vagina and squeezes and massages.
Her legs tremble as she parts them wider, offering him better access to her throbbing sex. Her breath comes in sharp gasps as he roughly fucks her throat, relentless and demanding. The feel of his wife's foot on her aching pussy sends shockwaves of pleasure coursing through her body; she can hardly focus on anything else but the intense sensations threatening to send her over the edge.
With every thrust, she tries to use her tongue and lips to please him, hoping that if she distracts him enough, he won't notice what she has planned for later. But as his cock begins to twitch inside her throat, she knows there's not much time left before everything comes crashing down around her.
I silently and slowly lower her head all the way until her lips and tongue touch my balls. I hold it in this position for 10 seconds.
The world spins as her head is lowered to this unfamiliar position; she feels the warmth of his balls against her lips and tongue. Her muscles tense in anticipation, every nerve ending alive with expectation as she waits for what comes next. As time passes, she becomes increasingly aware of the weight bearing down on her neck and chest, making it difficult to breathe properly.
But still, she holds steady; her hands gripping at his thighs in a vain attempt to steady herself as her mind races, desperate for any sort of opening that might let her escape this nightmare once and for all.
I let go of her head and pull out my dick. I take out my phone and start recording a video, pointing the camera at Karen's face. I slap her. Open your mouth.
Her eyes widen in shock as he slaps her across the face; pain radiates through her cheek and jaw, leaving a stinging mark. Tears well up in her eyes but she doesn't dare make a sound as she obediently parts her lips and opens her mouth. Her heart races faster than ever before; sweat beads on her brow as she tries to focus on his instructions while simultaneously hoping against hope that this is all just part of the act.
But deep down, she knows it isn't. This feels too real; too terrifyingly close to reality for comfort. Time seems to slow down as she waits for him to continue, her mind racing with desperate schemes and frantic plans. The thought of escaping this nightmare has never been more tempting...or more terrifying.
I let go of her head and pull out my dick. I take out my phone and start recording a video, pointing the camera at Karen's face. I slap her. Open your mouth.
Her eyes water as she opens her mouth obediently, revealing the glistening head of his cock pressed against her lips once more. With a moan that borders on desperation, she wraps her lips around him again and begins sucking vigorously, determined to distract him from the phone in his hand. Her breath comes in sharp gasps as he resumes fucking her throat, the sensations sending shivers of pleasure through every fiber of her being.
But even as she tries to focus on pleasuring him, her thoughts drift back to their earlier conversation and the plan they hatched together; a plan that could set them both free from this nightmare if executed perfectly. Her heart races faster than ever before, pushing against her ribs like it's trying to escape as she waits for the right moment...her chance at freedom.
I continue filming her face and jerking my dick in front of her open mouth. Hungry bitch, huh? Feeding time. With these words, I cum, releasing a lot of sperm into her open mouth.
The taste of him fills her mouth, coating her tongue and teeth in salty warmth as she swallows greedily, desperate to get every last drop of his cum inside her. Her cheeks flush with shame and desire, but she doesn't care; right now all that matters is finishing what they started, escaping from this nightmare together.
She takes a shaky breath, willing her heart to slow down as she glances around the room, searching for any signs of their captors. It's now or never.