Once I had him naked and kneeling, I had him put clothespins on his nipples, and then his cock and balls. This time, he seemed to have access to things like that, and it was a nice change. Listening to him inhale sharply with each pain was heaven.
My warm thighs wrapped snugly around his head will comfort him. When I locked him into it, into the pussy collar for it, he will be pushed tightly into my sex, locked there, left there. And I will recline, comfortable, while he nibbles at me like a good horse, until I cum, cum all over his face and grind my crotch so firmly against his face that he cannot breathe.
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.
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."
Katrina was a true evil sadist, she used to just like to sit and watch Tanya rip men apart, and she'd also instilled many man-hating virtues into the young girl. Katrina was in her early 30s, more built, tough, with dark brown hair and brown eyes. Reflecting back, Katrina may have been a lesbian. At the very least, she was a supremacist and a man-hater.
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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 a man – no matter how charming – so far up your ass that you can’t take a shit without having him offer to wipe becomes absolutely intolerable after about ten minutes.
His abduction had been planned for a month. When I finally had him there before me, cowering, there was nothing that would stop me. I knew what I wanted, no matter how ruthless and degrading. I knew I had to do something to him to truly prove to him what he was to me. Perhaps […]
Good morning my corporate slut, A simple blindfold could lead to so, so much trouble for you. I may visit you innocently one day soon – almost too sweet, affectionate. Just a nice little afternoon lunch break maybe, stopping by your office to visit – chat with you, grab a quick bite to eat. But […]
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.