This time, right down into his own face, and half of it into his mouth. He came so much that it started to hurt; his body was still convulsing with orgasms even though there was no cum left. He was dry-cumming, and it hurt so bad it made him scream, until finally the humming of the electrodes stopped and the pulsing orgasms stopped and he could hear her pouring a liquid into a small cup.
Jessica fucking the man slowly, with deep, accurate thrusts as she held his hips; Katrina standing behind her, both hands cupping the younger girl's breasts from behind and massaging her nipples, and her own cock pushing at the crotch of her jumpsuit.
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.
He gagged on it. He shut his eyes tight and I was the one to laugh at him. "How does it taste!? You are going to learn to love it!" I told him as he swallowed it down. "You are going to be coating your lips with it. You are going to be drinking it from my shoe. You are going to be licking it off my pussy. You are going to be sucking it off a dildo. You are going to be begging me to let you drink every single last drop!"
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.
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I stick my fingers in his mouth. One. Then two. Then three. Wearing gloves. Black latex gloves. Simply satisfied to watch him fight to keep up with me. Violating his lips unceremoniously. No rhyme or reason. His eyes shut tight as if there were mirrors there (there aren’t).
I am speculating now, but I think submissive men are still, for the most part, sensation-oriented, and the femdom of their dreams, or in their fantasies, is more sensation-driven as well. That is, domination is a series of acts and reactions mostly based on physical, sensual, sexual, erotic things. She does it because it turns her on (the act); he endures it because it turns him on (either the act, or her enjoyment of it, or a combination of both).
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.
I had to inflate it about half way to get it into your tight hole, and I had to loosen you up with two fingers because you did not wear your training plug long enough before I arrived.
If it’s a pair of my moist panties, you will worship them and adore them, kneeling to lick the crotch, to suck on them, to wash them clean with your mouth. I know you’ll spend even more time on this task, because you enjoy it so much. I could include a cute little bullet vibe for you to strap to your pussy and endure the relentless vibrations that make you so hard, unable to cum, while my panties are over your face and you are sucking in my pussy scent.
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.
I know you’ve got plenty of experience serving me in front of one of my friends, or serving a girlfriend of mine while I give direction. You’ve even had the pleasure of having a cock both in your ass and in your mouth at the same time, but I bet that memory is almost a blur. You’ve been dual fucked, and you’ve been used by me and a friend. You’ve proven that you are capable of serving two demanding women at once – both orally and anally.