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GRACE’S VERY HARD LESSONS
by Dark Avenger. Copyright 2006,2007,2008. Email comments to darkavenger at tokyo.com.
The story so far:
With Grace’s reluctant submission to Nakamori, Royston moves forward with her training to the next level.
To deepen her programming into a complete slut, she is made to take the bus to work with benwa balls
inside herself, learns from Natasha the art of fellatio without hands, and watches videos of Nat
enjoying massive facials. Grace’s boss, Mr Shih gets to test-drive her newly trained slut mouth, and so
does Steve the hotel bellboy, along with a few observers.
Royston considers accepting a bid for Grace to appear on the cover of a nude photography magazine to
further humiliate her. In the meantime Grace comes to the conclusion that her only friend at the company,
Ming, may also be a victim of blackmail like herself, but is torn how to talk to Ming about it without
giving away herself.
Mr Shih prepares the company for an important meeting with some Japanese investors on the coming weekend.
Unknown to Grace, she has some responsibilities she has not been told about..
CHAPTER 26 (MF, self, nc, toys, anal, humiliation)
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THURSDAY, 7.07pm
“Yes that’s right, fuck my pussy.” Grace sat on the floor of the executive toilet, holding her knees against her chest,
rocking herself back and forth. Her thighs spread, Grace gave a low gurgle as her fingers found easy access to her
swollen labia through her crotchless panties.
Most people had left the office by this time, and Grace herself had just been given permission to masturbate to
orgasm after being fed cum by Royston. She had locked the executive toilet from the inside to do the deed. After
she has cummed, she was to return to Royston to replace the butt plug in her anus with a larger plug. Grace can
hardly remember the reason why she was supposed to cum every day now. All she felt now was that whenever
the benwa balls and butt plug was removed, she would feel empty, like something was missing.
Grace diddled her slit, lost in her own world of pornographic imagery. She re-lived the moments of the men in
Pub Street ejaculating in her mouth, the insulting names they called her, the taste and consistency of Mr Shih’s
cum, Royston’s cum, the office janitor’s cum, the bellboy’s cum, Joe’s cum, all mixing in her mouth, warm and
sticky, some runny some thick. She recalled their erect cocks which she licked, blew, and sucked - splattering
semen on her face and her tits; the pungent smell that stayed in her mouth after she swallowed like an obedient
bitch.
Her mind conjured up the image of her fan - the burly bearded man - watching her masturbate in public, sitting
in the men’s toilet in the shopping mall with her skirt up like a slut. Her fingers were buried in her pussy,
stroking her clit shamelessly, as Joe took pictures of the tramp begging to cum. A bitch in heat. Look at that
exposed cunt, displayed wide open for the world to see. So disgusting, horny, nasty, dirty, shameless, hopelessly
wet and needy. The burly man shoved his fat cock into her mouth, and then pissed on her as she caressed her slit
on the cold floor of the toilet.
The raw images, vulgar sensations, guilty pleasures, and confused emotions all collided in her mind and body in
a rising whirlpool of lust. She heard, smelt and saw herself chained, whipped, gagged, tongue-fucked, finger-
fucked, fucked in doggie position, in standing position, in suspended position, by Royston, Nakamori, Natasha,
Mr Ko, Mr Shih. Violated, molested, raped, impregnated, gang-banged by Mr Sorag, George, Steve, Joe, and Tony.
They took turns fucking her mouth, her pussy, her ass. And they would fill all her holes with semen, saliva, cunt-
juice, spit, urine and more semen. Oh just look at that fucking bitch. She was near her much needed release!
Dawn was there watching in the background, a look of disgust on her face, much like when she saw the benwa
ball fall out of Grace’s pussy, only this time she actually called her nasty names.
Grace’s finger-tips, slippery with her own juices, were furiously fucking her own cunt, plunging wantonly into
the slushy wetness that would soon liberate her. She was cumming. She was cumming like a whore!
In her mind’s eye, she was in a doggy position. Nakamori was shoving his thick cock into her mouth, as Sorag
fucked her ass from behind. Meanwhile, Nat was licking her clit from below her as Royston twisted and pulled
on her nipples. George from the office was watching her, wide-eyed and his pants betraying his hard-
on. Nakamori’s photographer Joe was filming her gang-bang, while Tony the creepy mailman and Steve the
young bellboy stood at the sidelines, watching the show and stroking their cocks.
Grace’s hips lifted off the floor in a desperate pelvic thrust as she tried to fuck herself deeper against her fingers.
“Uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh……………” Her body stiffened as she reached climax. The point of no return
which she hung on to as long as she could, the dividing point between lust and release, between need and guilt.
Two seconds later, the violent convulsive spasms took over. The young executive orgasmed in wild abandon,
twitching uncontrollably on the floor, soaking her skirt thoroughly.
Guilt, sin, abysmal shame. That was what grace_slut felt. Her eyes shut, and mouth slightly open, her body
rocked softly on the gleaming tiles of the washroom, her pussy’s contractions weakening. The release was what
she needed so desperately after being forced to tread the orgasmic edge the whole day long by Royston, her
senses teased to the limit. For a brief moment as she curled up on the damp toilet floor, she found solace in the
fleeting embrace of drifting slumber.
She woke up with a start. She had to report back to Royston with evidence of her orgasm. The cum-juice soaked
tampon was the evidence. On days where he felt like being cruel, he would have grace suck her own juices from
her tampon, or have her squeeze it out and spread her secretions over her face, neck, behind her ears, and arm-
pits.
He would then have grace take the public bus back to the hotel during peak hours – as he had said, she deserved
to let everyone know what a cum-whore she is, and they would know because the scent of her vaginal secretions
could be detected by any man standing next to her. They would know she was a bitch in heat, as they brushed
against her in the bus, or had their nose in her hair or near her nape. If they were lucky, they would catch the
glimpse of a bare nipple as a button or zipper was deliberately left undone, and she would of course be bra-less,
having left her bra in the workplace. She might also have her cunt stuffed with benwa balls, or a vibrator taped to
her clit, with Royston secretly monitoring her from a few seats away from where she was standing…
**
FRIDAY 12.15pm
There were three men in the large conference room. A huge oval table made of polished mahogany occupied the
center. Plush high-backed chairs were arranged around it.
Mr Shih had Ming call for an emergency meeting. Grace had hurried to the conference room thinking it was
regarding the programme for the Japanese investors that afternoon and on Saturday.
When she arrived at the conference room, she knew it wasn’t about the preparations for the meetings with the
Japanese investors, because her co-workers Ryan and Jim were not there.
Instead, another client was there with Royston and Mr Shih.
Mr Shih motioned to Grace to shut the door, which she did. Awkwardly, she stood there for a few seconds,
tongue-tied.
“You remember Grace, don’t you Mr Sorag?”
“Yes of course I do.”
“Grace, come stand over here,” motioned Mr Shih.
Obediently Grace walked over. Mr Shih had her stand between the two of them. She stood there awkwardly,
heart racing. She glanced at Royston. Royston’s eyes did not betray any emotion.
Her boss, Mr Shih spoke again, as if Grace was not even there.
“You may not know this Mr Sorag, but when I first interviewed her for the job, her skirt was short just like this.”
With his fountain pen, he stabbed at the hem of the extremely short and clingy skirt that was riding up her hips,
barely covering her legs mid-thigh. Grace never quite wore something so daring, at least not before this whole
episode began where she was blackmailed. Mr Shih was exaggerating. Yes she always wore dressy, sexy designer
suits, but not something so audacious and slutty. This outfit came to her just this morning, delivered by Steve the
bellboy, and like all other mornings, Grace had no choice but to stick to the wardrobe that has been chosen for her.
Compared to the previous day where she had crotchless panties, and the day before that where she had no
panties, today’s outfit would be considered classy. Below her jacket, she was wearing a black halterneck top.
Underneath her pencil skirt, she was wearing the rose mesh boyshort panties from Victoria Secret’s Angels line.
Royston had hand picked it for this special occasion. Since Grace is not shaved, her darker pubic patch would be
visible through the thin mesh of the cherub-pink panties, a sight that would make any hot blooded male’s
adrenaline pump. With its ruffled ribbon trim, flocked roses, center bow and low-rise cut, Grace had all that she
needed to make a first impression on Mr Sorag. A first impression where she would be dressed so little, at least.
“Yes, many young women use sex to sell themselves,” Mr Sorag said, shaking his head disapprovingly. “Even
smart career women.”
“Oh yes, definitely. Her top looks like this, see? Like lingerie. Show him Grace.”
Flushing, Grace unbuttoned her jacket. She reluctantly pulled up her top.
“Damn it slut. I asked you to show Mr Sorag your top, and you flash your tits. But while you’re at it, hold the top
up with your mouth. Yes… there.”
“Yes a slut, she is,” mumbled Mr Sorag, his eyes locked on Grace’s apple-sized tits; sweet tits that were only half
covered by her pink push-up demi-cup bra with their scalloped lace patterns.
“And these young women are ambitious and materialistic," Mr Shih continued, "They don’t mind what it takes, as
long as they get what they want. Take Grace for example. To secure herself a promotion, she offered to suck her
senior’s cock.” Mr Shih sneered in disgust.
That was a lie, but Grace could only endure it in silence, her cheeks red, eyes trained on the table top, wishing she
could disappear.
“Oh?” asked Mr Sorag, raising a bushy eyebrow. He rubbed the stubble on his chin with his meaty hand, and
Grace could see the mental label that he was already putting above her head. The Thai businessman was eyeing
her appraisingly, reconsidering the young executive standing before him.
“Grace offered to suck cock eh?” said Mr Sorag. “She is certainly an attractive one. It would be hard for any man
to resist that offer, “ he continued, in a pensive mood. “ I think I will get a better picture if I can see her without
the jacket… and the skirt.”
“Grace, do as Mr Sorag wishes.”
Grace took off her jacket, while still keeping her top up with her mouth. She then undid her skirt and dropped it,
revealing her rose mesh boyshorts. She could not resist looking up at Mr Sorag whom she knew was staring at
her. His eyes had a definite glint in them. He was clearing devouring her form. She looked at Mr Shih, and
recalled in a humiliating flash how her boss had just fucked her in his office yesterday.
“But they get greedy. And sloppy." Mr Shih went on, "Like Grace here. She was caught stealing money from the
company.”
He turned to Grace. “Take off your bra so that Mr Sorag can take a better look at you.”
“Greedy slut, yes.” Mr Sorag acknowledged absent-mindedly, as grace’s hands reached behind her back to
unhook her bra, before letting the cups fall forward to reveal the modest treasures within.
His mind was clearly elsewhere. He was staring openly at the girl’s assets. Mr Sorag did not like overly busty
white girls, like the air-brushed models in Playboy magazine or Hustler. He liked his women petite, natural, and
feminine. He loved petite Asian women, especially when they were pinned below his stocky frame. His eyes
raked across Grace’s slim shoulders, drinking in the contours of her collarbone, the fine hairs on the back of her
neck. His eyes moved further down to her naked tits, unblinking, as if he was counting the number of dimples in
her areola. He would get the embarrassed executive’s nipples soon enough into his mouth. He loved to suck on
sensitive nipples, to roll them with his fingers and hear the girl’s audible reaction when he does.
“So now, Grace here has offered to do anything to stay out of jail,” Mr Shih quipped.
“Anything yah?” said Mr Sorag, turning his head to Mr Shih, then back to the girl.
All eyes were trained on the young woman standing there with her top pulled up, baring her tits to the lascivious
Thai man.
Grace’s face felt very warm. There was an uncomfortable silence for grace, before Royston chipped in. Royston
had stayed silent all this time and now spoke for the first time.
“On your knees, slut,” he said in a low voice, almost growling.
Grace dropped slowly to her knees in front of the Thai man, facing him.
Mr Sorag looked impressed. This capable young woman, was to all outward appearances a professional,
seemingly carving a successful career in a male dominated world. Now in private, she was on her knees, baring
her tits, wearing only panties and heels, to no more than spoken commands.
“Half-mast,” Royston said.
Mr Sorag watched intently as the attractive executive hooked her thumbs under the elastic band of her boyshort
panties, and pushed the panties downwards while keeping her back straight, thereby inverting the undergarment
and letting the band now snap back around her knees. Her arms went back to her sides, her thighs, hips and
upper body in a straight line from knees up, with her lower legs parallel to the floor, like a capital “L”. Her eyes
were lowered submissively.
The Thai man marveled at the little triangle of light pubic hair covering Grace’s mound. In her kneeling position,
her genitalia was still hidden by her closed thighs. He felt his erection stirring in his pants. He couldn’t wait to see
more, to touch Grace’s private parts and explore all her intricacies.
"Get down on all fours like the bitch you are, slut," Royston said firmly.
She balked but did not wait too long before leaning forward to place her palms and then elbows on the floor to
join her knees. She was on all fours, her head down. She was glad that Royston did not put her in any of the slave
positions. It would have been infinitely more humiliating to be laying on her back in Position Four with her legs
in the air and hands holding spread knees.
"What did I tell you about access!" Royston snapped. Grace shifted her knees on the floor further away from each
other. She spread them as far as she could, stretching the panties still encircling them to their maximum.
This position would give unfettered access to any handler’s hand reaching from behind.
Incidentally, Royston was thinking: in a Thai dog show, many of the pet girl puppies would have their labia
pierced, and this was a great position to show off their clit jewelry.
"And push that scrawny ass up higher, " Royston quipped.
She complied reluctantly, but without any whining or whimpering as she knew this would annoy Royston and
probably turn on Mr Sorag.
Grace pushed her upper body close to the ground, like a stretching feline, keeping her ass high and out.
Mr Sorag got out of his seat, adjusting his rather uncomfortable erection. He walked in a semi circle around Grace,
like a predator closing in on a particularly delicious prey. He dropped to one knee behind her, uttering a gasp of
admiration. His hands cupped her ass cheeks, squeezing the soft flesh, pushing them together and pulling them
apart, as he admired the rear view of grace’s pussy. Grace silently endured the groping, her face wincing and
cheeks burning. Again, a humiliating flash of an older memory came to mind – the image of Royston’s boss Mr
Ko eating her cunt out and forcing her to orgasm against her will.
The middle aged man swore in Thai as he probed and massaged poor grace’s cunt lips, parting them with his fat
fingers to peer at the pink of her cunny hole. It looked slightly moist, glistening in the bright conference room
illuminated by sunlight from outside.
He switched his attention to her other hole a little higher up.
From her anus protruded a ring – the end of a chain of transparent baby blue anal beads. Six anal beads were
connected to a semi-rigid plastic cord and each one inside grace’s rectal passage. His finger grasped the ring and
jiggled the entire anal beads chain without pulling it out, causing Grace to fidget and make gurgling, unladylike
noises.
Mr Sorag let go of the ring, and pinched her cunt lips together with two fingers, as if he was examining their girth.
Grace mewled and babbled but did not turn back, her eyes fixed on her trainer Royston. Royston had also
squatted down in front of Grace, cupping her chin with both his palms to keep her head up and forward, like a
man would keep his pet dog’s head still as the vet examined the animal. Grace looked imploringly into Royston
eyes, the humiliation apparent on her face as she felt the man behind touching her privates. She grimaced, letting
go a soft ‘uhhh’ as Sorag buried a thick finger up to his knuckle into her tender pussy. He would rotate that finger,
and hook it up and down, feeling the elasticity of Grace’s young cunt.
Mr Sorag seem satisfied with his examination, and started massaging grace’s clitoral hood as he began speaking,
as if that were a reward.
“I would like to bring her to Bangkok, ” said Mr Sorag, half-turning to Mr Shih, who was watching and listening
intently. Mr Shih did not immediately respond but appeared to be considering.
Grace suffered in silence, as the massaging of her privates continued for the next minute.
There was a silence in the room as the Thai man peered at the puckered anus of the girl, expanding and
contracting involuntarily as he played with the girl’s clit. When her anus relaxed, the surface of an anal bead was
partially visible, like it was ready to pop-out if she pushed.
Mr Sorag knew that the girl was trying her best not to make any noises as his fingers probed, and teased. He
knew from how her stomach and pelvic muscles were tensing.
Thinking back, it was almost exactly one year ago when he had first met Grace at a conference with Mr Shih. She
was dressed smartly in a designer suit, confident, and eloquent, and most importantly great eye candy. Mr Sorag
had told Mr Shih then that he would like Grace to work on his deal. He even hinted to Shih that she should come
along to a few entertainment events, but Shih had said no to him back then. Now the capable executive was on all
fours, her pussy and asshole open for inspection by him. He couldn’t wait to fuck the attractive young woman’s
asshole.
After enduring the humiliating grabbing and inspecting of her privates by her client, grace was ready to burst
into tears. She felt infinitely worse that the business man’s manipulation of her clit was starting to make her
insides mushy, as much as she didn’t want it. She could feel it. Soon the moisture would become visible to the
men around her too.
Royston seemed to know what Mr Sorag was thinking, but had other plans.
“Crawl slut,” instructed Royston. “Leave your panties around your knees. You look good this way.”
grace began to crawl on all fours slowly around the room. She could not hold back the tears any longer, so they
rolled down her face as her limbs moved robotically. Her halter-neck top was rolled up, leaving her breasts bare
and exposed. Her panties clung about her knees as she dragged the forlorn undergarment with her crawl. Grace’s
hair fell forward, partially hiding the misery on her face. The panties around the knees made moving difficult. It
made her lap of shame even more demeaning, and her audience could see the protruding end of the anal beads
sticking out of her anus.
“How can grace be of … service in Bangkok?” Mr Shih finally asked the Thai businessman.
“I have a friend opening a club. She will be a nice addition to one of the cages there. With pierced clit and nipples.
Yes, she can show off her lovely body there. Nipple rings and clit stud. Maybe pierced lips too if we can stretch
them with some weights.”
Crawling under the amused gaze of the three watching men, Grace’s sobs welled up uncontrollably from her
chest to her throat, causing repeated sharp, audible intakes of breath that sounded like hiccups. Her chest and
shoulders heaved violently with each sob, as she moved on all fours, her pert breasts dangling below, and her
panties binding her knees.
Mr Shih laughed.
Ignoring her pitiful sobbing, Royston egged her on. “Yes, quite a show you will put on, Grace. Finally you get to
be famous; think of all the people watching you then. Show us what you can do Grace!”
He slapped Grace’s ass, causing the frantic girl to have a sudden spurt of speed in her crawl.
Her masters made her parade her body and soul in absolute obedience to their commands. Beg, sit, crawl, heel,
beg again, crawl faster.
Crying, showing that she was nothing but a crawling, obedient, puppy slut slave, who would do anything in the
world, unable to stop destroying her own dignity. She demonstrated without doubt to Mr Sorag what a base,
filthy, dirty animal she was, obeying whatever Mr Shih and Royston commanded. Showing how she could not
stop her wretched self from giving in to their orders, each degrading command stripping her of self-respect.
Mr Sorag waited until Grace had crawled in front of him again. Bringing one arm under her belly, he pulled her
small body towards him, eliciting a squeal from the startled girl. Then he used his free hand to cup her fuck
mound. Grace whimpered, fearing the worst – not that she would be fucked, but that her defiant cunt would be
juicing like an over-ripe peach when she finally got her fucking.
Massaging her mound, the man undid his fly and brought out his hard cock. His meat was purplish and swollen,
glistening with sweat, and delighted to be out.
The stocky middle-aged Thai businessman grasped his throbbing cock. The shaft stood perpendicular to his hairy
abdomen. He carefully positioned the large uncircumcised cock knob against her slit. The slender young woman
tensed. He grunted something in Thai and slapped her on the ass, causing her to gasp. Then he eased his massive
cockhead between the swollen lips of the whimpering girl.
Mr Sorag smiled to himself as her trembling grew more pronounced. Grace would be in for a further surprise, she
did not actually look at his penis earlier. Like some men in Thailand, he had a traditional procedure done, called
fang muk, or ‘inserting pearls’. He had little beads inserted below the skin of his penis, for the purpose of
enhancing the sexual pleasure of his partners.
He was poised to penetrate the pretty young executive. Her body trembled like a frightened young animal, and
he could feel the rapid thumping in her chest, as he his hands pulled her body into a ready position.
Grabbing a fistful of hair at the back of her head, Mr Sorag gave a strong forward thrust. Grace moaned aloud in
despair as he forced her young cunt open with his thick cockshaft. Then he gripped her hips with both hands and
drove hard all the way with a loud satisfying grunt. The penile beads did their work, tearing up her soft insides,
making grace scream in pain.
With his cock buried inside her, Mr Sorag pushed Grace towards the window, making her waddle awkwardly in
front of him, impaled on his rigid fuck-rod. If Grace had more wits about her, she would have been mortified at
the thought of how she must look to the two men seated at the table - waddling obscenely like a duck. But in her
current situation she was hopelessly and helplessly impaled on an incredibly large intruder inside her, splitting
her open in a searing hot blinding flash of pain that blocked out everything else.
Pulling aside the roman blinds, Mr Sorag pushed Grace against the exposed glass. Then he let the blinds swing
back in place once more, this time, hanging between her back and the front of his body. Below the blinds, his
hand controlled the back of her neck with a vice-like grip, keeping the naked girl pressed against the window.
Any lucky observers looking out from the windows across the street would see the naked Grace being fucked, but
they would not see the one vigorously fucking her from the rear.
Grace burst into fresh sobbing, as he thrust again, and again, burying his thick fuck tool completely inside her
small tight belly. He gyrated his hips in slow circles, enjoying how his hard tool was stretching her pliable insides.
She tried to retreat behind the blinds, but his strong hands kept her where she was, pressed tightly against the
clear glass, fully exposed to everyone across the street. Even worse, the afternoon sun was shining directly on her,
lighting her naked body clearly for everyone to see.
Grace's panicky eyes darted all over the vast number of windows in the opposite building. There was a flash from
an office window a few floors above, but it could have just been the sun reflecting off a window. She could not
see anyone in the offices directly on the same floor across the street with the glare of sunlight in her eyes. Were
there office workers across the street enjoying her free show?
Mr Sorag was thrusting into her with harder strokes now, his hands grabbing her small titties, squeezing and
kneading them. His fingers dug into her soft flesh, pinching her already taut nipples, making them shamefully
hard. He mashed them flat against her ribs. Grace cried, and her eyes desperately searched the windows across
the street, wondering if someone somewhere was watching; laughing at the spectacle of the pale-skinned girl
being fucked in broad daylight against her own office window.
Grace let out a yelp as her rapist’s cock speared into her cunt tunnel, his hands holding her down by her small
shoulders. He was hammering viciously into her, almost lifting her off her feet with each cruel thrust that also
had his pearl-implanted cock-head scraping harshly against her vaginal walls.
Then Mr Sorag grabbed the end of the anal beads and began to pull it slowly out of her ass. As each bead popped
clear, Grace spiked closer and closer to a searing climax. She quivered helplessly, teetering between pain and
blind pleasure.
"You very fuckable slut," Sorag whispered into her ear, sinking his shaft into her "you've got the tightest cunt I've
ever fucked. I wonder about your asshole, is it tighter? "
He let go of the back of her neck, and Grace was finally able to back up from the window. The blinds fell back
into place. "Hands on the floor!" He rasped. Grace struggled to comply. She ended up bent over at the waist with
her hands on the floor, legs shoulder-width apart, with his erection still buried inside her. The thought flashed
through her mind of just how she must look to Royston and Mr Shih, sitting comfortably in their chairs, watching
her debasing performance in amusement.
With the anal beads out, her asshole had brief respite. Grace cried out in pain as the man pushed a grubby middle
finger into her abused asshole.
“Your asshole clamping my finger, grace cocktoy,” he pointed out helpfully, as he wriggled the digit. “Squeezing
my finger tight – FUCK.”
Sorag increased the fucking pace, slamming his hips harder and faster against his fuckhole, his distended organ
becoming slicker with the fuckpet’s juices coated all over it.
He buried an additional finger into her violated anus to join the first, twisting them in her hot moistness, enjoying
the wincing on her face and her rectum clutching his two fingers involuntarily. Sorag grinned. He used the little
fuckpet ruthlessly, cramming her cunt and fingering her asshole until her thighs began to spasm and knees give
way. Still he pounded her. She was leaking juices over his tool, and he would happily point it out to her.
Grace started to wail now as he held her floppy body up only by her elbows behind her, making sure his pretty
prey stayed on course with his thrusting hips.
His strokes become faster and faster, until finally with a very loud groan he pushed Grace down to the floor,
flipping her to face him. “Pretty cocktoy – open up mouth !”
Grace knew the drill, for she had been trained many time by Royston. She had her mouth open and waiting.
“AHHH..AHH…AHH…AHHH….AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH” the Thai man grunted like a buffalo, pumping
his tool furiously as he approached his imminent release.
Mr Sorag inserted the first inch of his erection into her wide-open mouth and shot a thick load down her throat,
then pulled his erupting tool out and blasted her face with hot burning cum.
“ARRGGGHHH……AHHGGG…AGGHHH….”
The man’s eyes rolled as he pumped his spasming cock with his fist, releasing a massive torrent of cum juice,
aiming right at the smudged make-up face of the distraught girl.
A stream of thick cum shot across Grace’s face, covering her right eye. The next stream of hot cum streaked all the
way across her nose and landed on her already messy hair. As Grace tried to avert her face, one more blob of
white sticky cum landed squarely on her glossy lips. Mr Sorag’s hairy hand held her chin in place, making sure
the fuckpet didn’t escape, his other hand pumping his still erupting cock at her face. The last two streams of
sticky semen from his jerking organ deposited across her cheek and slightly open lips.
Mr Sorag grunted in satisfaction, leaving his spent cock on Grace’s luscious lips, noting how the trained slut knew
that she should clean his cock with her tongue. Using his mobile phone, he took a picture, a memento of the time
he jizzed on grace’s face.
Afterwards, Grace could not really recall the details of what happened next, but it seemed that Sorag wanted to
fuck her virgin asshole, but Royston did not agree to it. Mr Shih mentioned something about an auction, or
highest bidder. Royston said something about how she had been trained with butt plugs but her Owner had not
given consent. She was allowed to go home earlier because she would have a busy day tomorrow with the
Japanese investors.
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