ANNA-BROOKS GETS OWNED, Pt.4

(Hello! This time I thought it would be fun to see where the Roberts Boys got it from. If you are not sure what I am referring to, please click my profile. Of the 12 multi-chapter stories written so far, 10 are about the Roberts boys and their sexual hi-jinks/adventures, so it’s high-time I wrote something about their Dad. This one incorporates a young lass’s introduction into BDSM, hope you enjoy it!)



Anna-Brooks hung up and tossed the phone away. She looked at me with a mixture of disbelief and carnal hunger. “I can’t believe I did that..”



I smirked. “I can. Do you know why?”



She shook her head. I got to my feet and kicked off my sweats. I grabbed the standing mirror and positioned it opposite the bed. I leaned down and took her by the hair again, manhandling her as I pulled her to a standing position. I pulled the bra down on one side and, standing behind her I nuzzled her neck as I tweaked her nipple, then pointed at the panting nearly-naked woman with the wet pussy in the mirror. “Because I own this, and you need to admit it.” I moved my hand down and toyed with her pubic hair and said it again. “Admit it Anna-Brooks….”



He sat back onto the bed as Anna-Brooks stared at her reflection. She almost didn’t recognize herself. Her boyfriend would hate this woman. Her mother would be ashamed. Her father would disown her. But…she LOVED it. So why was it this old man, older than her father, that was making her so fucking horny?



Anna-Brooks felt Her Man place his hands on her hips and guide her ass backward. Anna-Brooks spread her legs slightly and began to slowly lower herself onto Mike’s cock. It was an ‘old man’s’ cock. It was also the cock she longed for. She nodded as he told her to watch herself, then she obeyed, continuing to watch her reflection, as this old man began to fuck her.



Anna-Brooks watched her face change to a furrowed, tortured pleasure as a man three times her age cock guided his cock inside her, penetrating her inch by wonderful inch. She should have felt shame as he pulled the shoulder straps of her bar down and grabbed two handfuls of her tits, her face furrowing and wincing as the dick she craved continued to leisurely sink deep, deep, deep into her, yet what she felt was far from shame, & she gasped aloud when she felt herself sit down fully, Mike Robert’s cock resting in her all the way.



“Look at that woman. What is she?” I asked softly in the ear of this fine piece of ass.



“Yo-Yours…” Anna-Brooks whimpered, her mouth hanging open as he now moved her up and down, rising and then falling back down onto the cock that owned her.



“What is she?” another slow pump as before. “Who owns you?” I pulled her firmly down onto me, digging myself in.



She moaned loudly this time, staring at my cock in the mirror stretching her cunt.



“Yours. I belong to you.” Another slow pump, and Anna-Brooks said in a pleading tone “I’m yours, Mr. Mike Roberts. You OWN my pussy, now PLEASE fuck me…”



One hand pinching her pink nipple, the other one snaking around her waist and finding her clit, I gave her another pump as she started making a long whining moan, I asked her again, and told her to yell it, then let her go.