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!”
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.
All I wanted, though, was to see him used like a whore for everyone else's pleasure. I wanted to have them line up for a piece of my man; I wanted to see his mouth and ass used at the same time. I wanted him to feel objectified and exhausted, and for the evening to end without an ounce of him gone to waste. I want him to be stretched at every orifice, and prove that he could handle it, and could continue to be of service.
Delilah stood up and left him there on the floor as she mixed a cocktail, then stacked up the dollars into one large pile and went to the closet. “First, you will get me dressed. I want to be smoking hot for the male hooker, and while you get me ready, I’ll tell you what I want you to bring back. I don’t want to be disappointed, you see. I want your money to go to good use. And since you’ll be sucking his dick for me, I want to make sure he’s got a nice big cock. Even though everyone has a bigger cock than you!” Delilah burst out laughing.
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I’ll ignore you as part of your objectification. I’m going to watch TV and call my girlfriends on the phone and tell them that I am sitting on your face and that you are a corporate brown-noser now, and hope to graduate to king ass-licker by the end of the month. I’ll pull back the receiver so you can hear them laugh at you.
Fucking you with, hard relentless thrusts so the desk shakes, the mirror rattles, and your muffled moans echo through the room. My breath hard in your ear, my cunt wet against your thighs as I fuck, fuck my property.
Sarah looks simply priceless batting her eyelashes at me as she pulls out a
pair of nipple clamps and hangs them from her pinkies. But next to this stranger, no matter how alluring, she
shivers and feels helpless and alone. Relying on him -- a stranger.
It falls together beautifully.
I met Dirk on the Internet about 2 months ago. Now, I must admit, he is my total whore. And we have never met. Dirk is my Internet slave, my phone slave. But I have total control over him, and this works for me because my desire is so spontaneous and so outrageous that I […]
High Cost of Inflation: The Blow Up Doll Good morning my corporate slut, It’s all about calculated risks, isn’t it? You knew it was a risk seeing me. You knew it was a risk becoming my slave and my property – because when I am in this mood, you know that I will get what […]
Submissive men on the net often ask me why they have such a bad reputation, and why they cannot gain trust of the women they are courting. They ask me why they get treated with suspicion and are kept at arm’s length for awhile. They wonder where the bitter resentment comes from when they talk […]
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.