For the final humiliation, Delilah came over and ordered Brad to pay the hooker. She picked up the large stack of bills, Brad’s money, and shoved it into his hands. “Crawl over and pay the prostitute and thank him for letting you suck his dick and for fucking your girlfriend the way she deserves to be fucked – by a real man!”
“First, you need to taste some desert!” I told him, reaching out with a smile. The plate was handed to me. Part of me wanted Matthew to actually see the cum-covered mess he was about to eat. Anna had taken the liberty of smashing it up a little so the cum was mixed in quite well. It was still very visible in white, creamy blobs all over the top of the cheesecake.
What turned me on most of all was how well he could deep throat it. Despite the pain in his balls, the pressure of the cage as his cock stiffened instinctively, he managed to open his jaw wide and take the largest dick all the way down his throat. His eyes watered and his lips started to get puffy in a matter of minutes, but he kept on sucking.
Matthew looked up at me, his expression one of desperation, humiliation and need. He didn’t need to suck a dick; no, he needed to please me, to get me off. I knew there was nothing more disgusting to him at that very moment than taking this man’s dick into his mouth; but at the same time, it was as if that was the only thing in the world that would satisfy him. Because it was what I wanted. And he could see, as my skirt was rolled up, that I was already fingering myself a little, watching, a hungry smile on my face, a bit of a knowing smirk. He knew I’d been waiting for this all night, and he didn’t want to keep me waiting any longer.
Matthew was gagging on the warm cock because of its size. He could barely get a couple inches in at first, that is, until I told him he had to. I grabbed him by the hair and told him not to disappoint me, that I wanted him to deep throat all of that cock, and that I knew he could do it.
I pulled him by the hips to back him up, made him bend over, but ordered him to keep his palms flat against the glass and to keep watching, to never close his eyes, and to never look away. I wanted to humiliate him, to make him watch me fuck his ass and treat him like a whore.
Having his legs up, knees bent, ankles strapped in stirrups was even more objectifying and hot. The position was such that his legs were pulled back and up far enough that his ass was pointed up and his hole was visible and accessible to all. Still tight and willing, it sat there as an invitation to all that wanted to violate him – by finger, by tongue, by dildo, or by cock.
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What is it about humiliating you in front of other ladies that gets me so incredibly wet? Knowing you are bent over, holding the edges of the table, silky pink panties pulled down around your thighs. I can just picture her there, smirking at you, and you are so bright red with humiliation.
First, I will order you onto the floor on all fours to inspect you. Even though we share the most intimate lives and intense personal relationship, I know you will still feel so, so violated when I spread your ass cheeks and inspect your pussy. I plan to take my time. You’ll hear the snapping on of my latex gloves, the squirting of some lubricant, and I am going to humiliate you verbally as I prod, poke, and finger-fuck your tight hole until you start whimpering. Some tough executive you are!
It was her leather harness. The one with 8 inches of latex shaft. It had been a few weeks since she deflowered a virgin, and his pouty pink lips seemed to be inviting it. She moved her thumb over his bottom lip and it quivered a little. She already was imagining him on all fours on the penetration rack, his tender ass cheeks opened for her, the large head of her latex penis pushing painfully into his sweet, tight hole.
et’s see. The more aroused you make me – the more sensual your visit will be. The more flat and uninteresting your shopping visit was, the more I will bring an arsenal designed to deflate your ego and degrade your pride, until I leave you a whimpering, groveling mess. Not much for the rest of your productivity, don’t you agree?
In order to ensure that you make the shopping trip delicious for me, let me give you some advice. First, I highly recommend that you propel your own humiliation into high gear but asking Peggy if you need to “try on” what is in the box. You know she will smile broadly, and you’ll be gazing at her cleavage and probably eying some of the sweet, college-aged help buzzing around, and she’ll assemble a little group of girls – is that a ‘gaggle’? – to take a peek.
Chastity Challenge Hello my slave, How does your cock cage feel today? Is your pathetic dick swelling up in its confines as you read this, reminding you once again who owns the keys? The pleasure in chastity, for me, is in know that you are constantly aware of my power over your. Your useless dick […]
You do NOT have to be a bitch! I think most men are attracted to different types of dominance, far more than they are to the stereotypical "cruel bitch" that is common in literature and porn. I'd like to offer a few alternatives to the "cruel bitch" that I think is just as effective - and much more natural and fun - for women to embrace.
You will start by kissing the tips of my boots one at a time, and by then I know your cock will be straining in the metal cage. You are to pull down your panties so I can see and I may put the heel of my boot over your heavy, aching balls.