
It was a no taboo role play I can get into. I was his housekeeper and he was a lonely man who had a dark secret. Have been traveling on a road for so long and finally settled down but a secret would haunt him. See this man loved to to torture and sexually abuse hookers and prostitutes as he traveled the United States. Have been 5 years since his last kill and last force fuck. And now he saw me, he couldn’t keep his eyes off of my tits and my ass as the uniform he had for me was very short and tight. I never mind showing off my body because the money was good and the house was easy to clean. His grandmother had left him everything. Maybe in hopes that he was settled down and stopped being so evil. This is a man who made his dark fantasies real and now they have been put in a black burner cold as his heart was. He needed to feel a woman fight him as she begged for a life. The blood on his hands not only stained his soul but fed his desires.
Late one night I discovered his shrine. It was a little artifacts; tokens,trophies even of what he took in from his victims. A lock of hair was there as well as earrings, drivers licenses and more. I tried to put them away like I never saw anything but it was too late. There the 6-ft man stood over me angry but satisfied in some way. A light was in his eyes as he wrapped his hands around my throat and pushed me to the ground and ripped off the little maid uniform. For a man who had a force woman to make his cock come, he had a nice big thick fuck rod. Luck me! My pussy wasn’t what he wanted, it was my tight ass he penetrated. I knew he wanted me to scream and beg him but it felt so good, I just bucked my ass back into him and moaned so loud. The only enraged him and made him take his cock out and shove it down my throat. He had found something in me he’d longed for all along a willing victim.

Sometimes you need a little taboo role play with a hot BDSM milf. I understand that. Older women that are submissive whores tend to bring out the worst in a man. The most brutal of all role plays where she is unwilling and punished for not wanting your cock. A hot and sexy Milf like me don’t mean to tease and when a naturally Dominant man comes around everything in our body says serve his dick! Make him happy, do what it takes to please him. Perhaps that is why I put myself in a situation with you that would make me extremely vulnerable. In my tight little flight attendant outfit packing and fixing to leave for a short trip, you stop me and ask if I could take care of your cock really fast before I leave. I remind you with a bit of attitude that I belong to another r master, collared, and requiring permission to service you. My hair is yanked back and I feel your strong hands wrap tightly around my throat. This is it, the moment to take head to your dark fantasies and sexually assault me. You punch my face causing me to cry in pain as you unleash your dick. My throat is used first as the rope is being used to tie me to the doorknob. I am slammed into the door frame unable to move. You belt is used to spank and whip me until I am screaming please stop. That so when you know I am ready. My legs spread you pocket knife cuts my bottoms and panties off. I feel you enter me, and you yank my head back questioning how slippery wet my milf cunt is. Yes, I enjoy being used in such a way, yes, I came on myself master! Cum in me and claim this worthless submissive tonight.

I am catnip for men like you. I wonder why? Well, it probably has everything to do with the morbid things that make my subby cunt drip with need. I can only dream to be used as hard as I deserve. My newest torture provider is making sure that I get exactly what I deserve to. His cock swells to the max when he gets to pierce me, drain me, drink from me and lay me open. He makes sure that I know that I am the perfect toy for his dark fantasies. I take pain like my body was made for suffering.
I’ll tell you anything that you want to know about what he does to me. He told me that the next time we see one another we’re playing Russian Roulette. The last time he had me at his hand I had to wear a scarf to hide the mottled purple and yellow bruises that he painted me with using his belt. His hands felt even better though when he dropped the belt and just grabbed on. If I win the game I will blog again. If not, well you will know just what became of me, right?
