Forced Sex – A Bargain I Couldn’t Refuse

Forced sex doesn’t always mean rape. Sometimes, it’s blackmail, sometimes it’s all in the persuasion. Almost like blackmail phone sex, but not quite. Let me elaborate.

I walked into the house wearing heels, a pencil skirt, and a blouse. There he waited in the living room to give me my tour. As we walked through the rooms I began to fall more and more in love with the house. I wanted it so bad. The location was perfect and so was the decor.

“So, what do you think of the house?” He asked.

I nodded, “I love it. It’s perfect and I’d like to make you an offer higher than your asking price. To ensure I get it, you understand?”

It was his turn to nod as though he were thinking about something. “I could accept that,” he began, “but offers are coming in all the time. I wouldn’t be able to assure you of anything at the moment.”

“Well, if a higher offer comes up I’ll gladly compensate you.”

He shook his head and wrapped his hand around my waist instead. I tried to pull away, but he assured me if I “convinced” him, he’d gladly give me the house. I have to admit that it was an offer I just couldn’t refuse.

No, I didn’t like it, but I did want the house.

So, he pushed me down to my knees so that I could give his cock and balls some much-needed attention. I spluttered the entire time, not wanting to do this. Despite my hesitance, the clothes started coming off anyway.

Before I knew it, he was sitting on the couch and I was riding him, my tits in his face and moaning despite my unwillingness. I couldn’t help how good it felt and I hated myself for it.

Then it happened; we both came so hard and he filled up my pussy.

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