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.
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.
With careful little movements Brad turned toward her as she slowly opened her closet door. What he saw was shoes...shoes everywhere, more shoes than he had ever seen in his life. Boots and boots and more boots - in black and white and beige, leather and latex and wool. Some with heels, some without. Some high, some low. And stiletto heels, some 7 inches, some less. He gasped and said, "Jesus Christ, that's a lot of shoes."
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So you want to be my sissy So you want to be a little slut, do you?
Sometimes I have to wonder if you know who you are dealing with. If you know how cruel I can be. Sometimes I wonder if you will try to back out once you see the tools I lay out that I plan to use on you.
Are you feeling even more girlie? The panties, the shaved crotch, the pantyhose – all of these tasks make you more and more feminine and move you closer to perfection. Perhaps you will be my little cheerleader bitch, my bimbo whore, my sweet little lesbian sissy or my cocksucking cunt. I suppose it just depends on my mood?
I have no limits on the evening. I plan to let my girlfriends have their way with you. No matter what they want to do. I will tell them – the sky is the limit. I will show them how to fuck. I will show them the best positions. I will show them how we can take you, two at a time.
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.