I have also ordered her to sit on your face and smother you. She is to do it until you beg for mercy. She is going to wear g-string panties as she does this, and you have to try to work your tongue up between the g-string and her ass. If you can reach her ass with your tongue, she might give you some mercy.
This time, though, I am going to fuck you on your back. Your legs up (I might even put you in some high heels). I will fuck you, standing, your ass up in the air. You will be forced to look up at me, at your own pathetic dick in your face as I pull your panties down even more.
Paul has not worn men's underwear in months now. He wears my panties to work every day, or wears the silky things I make him pick out and try on at the Victoria's Secret at the mall. This humiliation ritual is just one of the many things I do to him to keep his male-ness in check and turn him into the perfect lesbian slave for me.
Every time Angela gave Cole a deep thrust, he'd be pushed forward onto my cock and gag on it more, trying desperately to press his hands into the table for leverage. Nothing worked; Angela was strong, and she was getting into it more and more.
This time, I won’t make him suck my dick, or beg for lubricant. As much as I long to see his eyes water, his cheeks turn even more read as he gags on it, I fear that time has been lost and I really am behind schedule.
“You want to be a cum drinker, don’t you?” she cooed, petting his head and moving her hips back and forth suggestively, pumping the large, long cock in and out of his mouth. He slurped and moaned and jerked faster with his hand. She watched the precum glisten at the tip of his dick.
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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.