The Mistress of Baltimore

The Mistress of Baltimore

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I've never known love. Never known the soft and loving touch of family. The only family I have is troubled and dark. Love. It doesn't exist for people like us. People who live on the streets, wrapped in filthy cloths to barely keep us warm on the more cold nights. As it is, we barely have food to fill our bellies. And yet, we are the most distinguished of humans. Once, I was with my family out on the streets of England, hoping for a small bite, when a young man tailored in the most extraordinary cloth, pushed me down onto the ground and proceeded to rape me in front of everyone. After what happened, I experienced such terrible nightmares. Blood, screaming, crying. Begging for forgiveness. His face as he thrust against and in me. But still, at least I couldn't feel the pain. At least, in my dreams, I could pretend it wasn't real.
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𝗕𝗶𝗹𝗹𝗶𝗼𝗻𝗮𝗶𝗿𝗲 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝘄𝗶𝗳𝗲 =========================== He walked in and locked the door. "The only time you talk in this whole fucking week is to a little boy?" He walked towards me and started to remove his blazer and undoing his pants. "What are you doing?" I asked strongly yet I was internally trembling. "Fucking you" And with that he grabs me, turns me around, grabs my hands and pushed me down the table behind me. Before I could process, he lifted my dress, and in a second his dick entered my surprisingly wet pussy. He wasn't sweet at all. He was harsh and I tried to not moan so that I don't embarrass myself in front of others and so that he doesn't hear a voice from me. "The way people looked at you pissed me off so fucking much" I held on the table sides as he was ruthless on his thrusts and I started to cry at the pleasure and humiliation that was building up. "I just wanted to remove everyone's eyes" he said and I cried more. His thrusts were so hard that my legs lifted from the floor and were in air, my pussy was at the mercy of his dick. He bends over me and I felt a tear in my dress. He removed my hair from the back, and whispered, "Scream out loud, don't hide those pretty little moans from me, let others also know to whom does this pussy belong to" ======================== ||FAST PACED BOOK||

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