“Dry your hands,” he said to finally break the tense silence that had existed since she had begun washing up.

He guided her by the arm toward the stairs and pulled harder on her as she began to pull back and to resist.

“You want sleep don’t you?” he snapped and yanked her hard to haul her up the stairs blubbering and snivelling. “I’m putting you to bed.”

And that he did, he laid her down on the single bed and handcuffed her ankle to the metal bed frame. Then Henton ripped the thin apron from her body and stood looking down on her nakedness, his cock at full erection and sticking out excitedly from his body.

“I’m going to give you a pearl necklace,” he said evenly.

She sniffed heavily and looked away.

“I don’t want gifts from you.”

He was stunned for a moment and then realised that the naive little bitch didn’t understand. He roared a loud laugh and then mounted the bed, straddling her body with one knee each side of her body and sat down on her thighs.

She fought like a tiger, spitting and thrashing her head side to side and bucking her body beneath him as he roped her left wrist and tied it to the head of the bed. She wailed and swore as he used his brute strength to wrestle her other wrist into position and then bound that also securely to the bed head.

Henton sat astride her, upright and with his cock pulsing, her warm thighs beneath him transmitting her wonderful heat up to his balls. He placed his hands at the sides of her breasts, his palms inward and leaned forward to slot his big cock down in the valley of her breasts. Slowly Henton began to jerk his hips, rubbing his cock against her chest and pressing in with his hands to crush her tits against his throbbing rod of flesh. Her soft orbs enveloped his shaft in a warm and silky soft valley of firm tit and he groaned as the sensations began to wash through him.

“Do you know why it is called a pearl necklace?” he panted excitedly and increased the pace of his thrusting to fuck into the tight tunnel formed by her compressed tits.

She gagged and turned her head. Morag didn’t want to know, the awful feel of his cock against her and the dreadful and revolting way he was rubbing against her churned her stomach. All she wanted was for him to come and to get it over with… The realisation began to dawn on her. When he did come, his sperm would shoot out under chin. She shuddered at the thought. Then his horrible messy seed, that whitish and semi-transparent muck, would trickle down either side of her throat… pearl necklace! She gasped in horror and wriggled her body against him to try to buck him off.

“Nooo! Stop! Stop!”

His pumping arse gained speed, jerking his hips to rub his cock in and out of the cleft of her tits, his excitement heighten now by her realisation of what would happen. He chuckled and grunted, moaned and sighed as he fucked the slut’s tits hard and frantically. The way she struggled and wailed, pulling at her bonds and bucking under him made it a ride to end them all. He sniggered as he fucked her, his wild thrill feed by her desperate wailing.

“No! Please no” she screamed as she sensed him about to come and then retched as the first forceful jet of his cum hit under her chin. She gagged and retched again as spurt after spurt of his hot sticky cum hit her throat, puddling first in the dip below her Adam’s apple and then trickling revoltingly down either side of her neck.
Henton grunted loudly and panted, crushing her tits harder together around his cock as she spat his thick cum out in excited jerks.

“Like your pearl necklace?” he sneered and rubbed himself slowly to a finish. He sat on her for a while afterwards, watching the slut cry and his cum trickled down around her soft throat. He left his cock between her soft, warm breasts until it had completely softened and the tingling sensations of his orgasm had ended.
“Sleep now, now silly young girl, for tomorrow you have other services to perform.”

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