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“You heard, wank for me or you will never get to suck my toes again,” she said with a smile on her face. “Next time I tell you to do something, make sure you do it,” she said whilst squeezing my balls harder. “That’s a good boy, wank faster but make sure you ask me before you cum,” she said. “That better, it’s time for your punishment,” she said whilst lifting her feet to my mouth. I replied, “Thank you Mistress for letting me worship your feet,” with cum on my face. “If you don’t want me to send those pictures to anyone you will do what I tell you,” she said with a smile on her face.
You've got super hot women walking around with guys who barely look okay because of the man shortage. I guess that's why I was able to snag a sexy chick like Sirah Ahmed, this super hot Somali chick I've been living with for the past year. Sirah came into my life and healed me of the anger I felt towards Black women since Monique did what she did. After sucking my dick like there was no tomorrow, Sirah let me do her in the ass. Yep, my sexy lady got on all fours and shook her big ass at me. I felt my ass being invaded by Sirah's strap-on dildo, and in spite of myself I screamed.
"Yes Colette he is Tracy's slave." Joan said. "You should wash your mouth slave." Cindy said as she was walking out. As you can see he likes his new position in life." Tracy said out loud looking at his erected penis. After peeing in him and being cleaned she remained seated moving her asshole back to his mouth feeling a fart coming. Like he did this morning when he threw up after being used by Colette." Joan told Tracy. "I mean I would need him to go down on me." Joan said looking at Tracy. "Joan you can stay if you want." Tracy said as she started to floss. You may use the toilet then sit on the floor beside the bed." She said walking out of the bathroom.
"Get your head under my dress, put your lips around my asshole and make a seal, I will push a stool in your mouth swallow as much as you can then bite it off, I will try to hold back, I do not know if I can, it is the first time I shit in a human toilet. He was already in position, so he nodded his head, he had dreamed about that scene often, so he put his tongue in her asshole and felt a stool coming, it was moving in his mouth, then it reached his throat that he open and he started to swallow.
I quickly pulled the suit on, trying to keep control of my erection, pushing my cock down to at least pretend that I wasn’t massively turned on by this moment. “Now slave, try to enjoy.” she said, standing in front me of me, slipping off my trunks she’d been wearing. “Now, deep breaths little slave.” she said as she came towards me, pulling the swimsuit away from my ass. I looked up at her wet pussy, she lent over me and pushed her hand down my chest over the swimsuit to my cock, she reached under the swimsuit and pulled it out, slowly moving her fingers around the head.
As I continued to massage Simone’s pretty feet, she eventually started moaning softly, while squeezing her legs together and breathing in deeply, and I wondered if she was having a secret orgasm, as the pre-come slowly dripped out of me onto Karen’s foot, making things slicker. I work with a lot of beautiful, sexy women at my job, some of whom are friends with Karen outside of work, and it’s usually difficult concentrating on my work, even without my balls and legs being teased constantly by nylon any time I moved, and having my girlfriend’s pussy juices right under my nose.
"Fine," Veronica muttered, opening her mouth to welcome the starved member inside, the hot silk of her glossed lips gliding slowly down the head until only the blushed crown was inside. Veronica pulled her mouth from Allan’s plush corona in favor of kissing a path up his stomach. Giving one last suckle, Veronica pulled away and moved upward to kiss Allan’s expressive mouth. Allan met her lips with almost the same intensity as she, generously opening his mouth for her; moving his tongue against hers; elevating her craving. He bit his lip, groaned, and released small bleats of pleasure every time her tongue expertly swept the strip of flesh beneath the head of his cock.
The dude is a newcomer from the City of Mogadishu, Somalia, and having been raised in a Muslim country, he's got some real sexist views when it comes to the rights of women. Where Abdi comes from, women are considered secondary to men, and the deeply patriarchal laws of Islam have kept things this way in the nation of Somalia for over a thousand years. Dude was real hesitant but once he had his dick inside of me, he stopped talking all that religious nonsense and instead began pounding my cunt with everything he's got, just like any man would. The Somali Muslim dude wrapped his lips around the head of my strap-on dildo, and began sucking on it. I am a strong, proud Christian dominatrix and Abdi Suleiman is my obedient Somali Muslim sex slave.
"It's true, Chelsea, it's what I deserve, I am attracted to your strength and your beauty but I wasn't man enough to tell you from the jump that I like, no, love your bossy ways, I understand if you want me gone," Stevenson said, and then the big guy stood up, bowed his head gently and then turned to leave. "Eat this ass, Stevenson, put that mouth to better use," Mistress Chelsea commanded as she squatted over Stevenson's face, after making the big and tall young Black man lie on the carpeted floor, stark naked. "Stevenson, that ass belongs to me," Mistress Chelsea stated, and she stroked the burly Black man's big dick while fingering and licking his asshole.
I will miss your slave's mouth." Joan said to Tracy. "Cindy was right as usual your slave has very soft lips." Kim said "Cindy knows that I use a toilet slave whenever I can and she said that yours was worth the detour. "I started his toilet training last week end when we got married." Tracy said. "I drank a lot of liquids just for you slave." Joan said as she was straddling his mouth. You may use the toilet before lying down on the couch." Tracy ordered after Joan was done. Tracy sat on his belly and Joan lifted her dress to sit her naked ass on his face. I really enjoyed your slave." Joan said standing up laughing at him taking deep breath.
Her breasts were right at the level of my face and I was getting turned on just thinking of how hot they looked in that gray shirt, and how I'd love to suck them. "What's the matter Joey, cat got your tongue?" Katey stretched one endlessly long lascivious leg, placed it over my shoulder, and pulled me in closer pressing my face into her hot middle. As she already took in almost all of my penis, she was beyond herself with lust and simply firmly placed both feet on the floor facing me, crouching to reach down to the tiny chair and my body, her large breasts in my face, grasping the back of the chair in her strong hands, firmly pounding away on my erection.
The application required clear descriptions of acts which I would NOT do; Mistress Angela does not believe in the use of “safe” words. My buttocks rest on the edge of the table, allowing Mistress Angela complete access to my cock, balls and anus. Occasionally Mistress Angela will leave me bound on the table all day when she is out running errands, and the tube allows me to relieve my bladder in her absence. Mistress Angela designed and required this table to specifically use me for her entertainment and very often her own pleasures, while she satisfies my need to be dominated. In the past Mistress Angela has allowed me to tongue fuck her juicy pussy and lap at her wetness while she jerked me off.
I would have thought it completely entertaining for my hot Ex and her hot friends to have some random guy all dressed up as a maid serving drinks to everyone at a Halloween party. And there I was, dressed up as a maid, locked in chastity, licking the high heels of my Ex's hot friend in front of an entire crowd of people. And with that, I had to face the realization that I would finally meet the man with the cock who was currently fucking my Ex...while I was locked up in chastity...unable to get hard or have an orgasm...at least until my Ex said it was allowed.
Just a pair of conservative, hard-working and church-going Ethiopian-Americans who have no idea that their favorite niece isn't just a dedicated church-goer and honor student at Ryerson University. There are a lot of good-looking, highly educated guys of all shades in the City of Boston, starting with Deval Patrick, the Governor of the State of Massachusetts. My uncle Salim is half Ethiopian and half Lebanese, and I guess that's where my cousin Youssef gets his hazel eyes from. On screen, a sexy Black woman was getting dominated by a hot white woman with reddish hair and blue eyes. I thrust two fingers into my pussy and watched as the sexy white bitch dominated the hell out of the dark-skinned, big-bottomed Black woman.
I'm not afraid, I told myself as I spread my ass cheeks for my sexy girlfriend Wendy Posse as she applied lubricant all over my aching and rather tense asshole. Then she pressed the strap-on dildo against my asshole and pushed it inside. Lying on my back, I looked at my beautiful sexy girlfriend as she resumed fucking me in the ass with her strap-on dildo. Grimacing, Wendy stroked my cock while pushing the dildo into my asshole. While fucking my ass with her strap-on dildo, Wendy pressed a special button in it. Wendy smiled wickedly and told me that her most naughty fantasy of all time was not only to sodomize me with a strap-on dildo but to also 'cum inside of me' as well.
She raked her pussy up and down my face, rubbing her clit on my chin, my lips, my tongue and even my nose. Then I felt Ariel’s mouth sliding down over the head of my cock, easing its way down until she had taken the whole shaft in her mouth. Ariel’s mouth went to work on my cock again and I hoped that she would suck me off as a reward for making Vickie come and for licking her ass. Just as I thought I felt the first sighs of an impending orgasm, Ariel abandoned my erection. “His cock is already throbbing; he’ll probably come quick and get soft on me,” Vickie said pouting. “Don’t worry,” assured Ariel, “Lee; you’re not allowed to come unless I tell you.
"You can kiss my boots all you like, but I won't be letting you out of that chastity cage," she said eventually. Her feet were mere inches from my face, and I couldn't help but pick up the musky scent of sweat and pantyhose, further causing my cock cage to twitch uncomfortably. "I guess you just really need to think about how you're going to deal with that cock cage day and night for the next thirty days, especially with me around constantly teasing you with my hosiery and boots. "We'll start with this initial thirty days so I can get what I need for my research, but who knows where it'll go from there?" Holly said in her cute little voice, allowing me to taste and smell her feet while she continued to work.
I came into the world a couple of years later, and for some reason my parents felt the need to leave racially diverse, progressive Montreal for the urban wilderness of xenophobic and openly racist Quebec City. Last week you got to fuck my ass so tonight I get yours, I said as I donned the strap-on dildo. I made him suck my plastic cock and when he finished, I pressed a special button on the dildo, spewing hot artificial girly cum all over Toussaint shocked face. Once more the dominant man I know and love, Toussaint smacked my big ass and buried his face between my tits as he slammed his dick into my cunt like there was no tomorrow.
“Here in my home, Caity knows to address me in the way she feels most comfortable.” Still stroking Caity’s shoulder with one hand, she lifted her other as though she going to allow Abbey to kiss it. When Caity called round, she seemed perfectly content, and wasn’t upset at all when Abbey apologised and explained that she didn’t have the time. They stood like this for several minutes, Caity intently concentrating on maintaining the erotic connection she felt, Abbey simply frozen in confusion. She tried not to think about the heat inside that room, or the libidinal look she feared Caity might have perceived in her own eyes. “My mind belongs to Mistress Sarah.” Abbey felt her mind spin with each word.
She then looked pleased with herself as I was now laying on the floor, sucking her toes, as she sat dominantly on the couch above me. Jenna picked her phone back up and continued whatever she was doing earlier while grinning down at me; wiggling the toes of one foot in my mouth and resting the other foot on my chest. Jenna placed both feet over my face and then just kept them there while I was breathing in their amazing scent for what seemed like forever. Once we got there she sat on the bed and pointed to the floor where I could sit and told me to start massaging her feet.
“I need to be used sexually, I mean physically and give you oral sex; you can do whatever you want to me but I don’t want you to let me…you know…” he said as his voice trailed off. I was at the point where I didn’t care if he came or not; I just wanted to come on that glorious cock, and I did, allowing myself a quick release and then grinding away against his body for a second mind blowing climax. “I decided that from now on, whenever I got sexual urges, I would find someone like you to help me get an emotional release and to punish me with some pain during the sex,” he said softly.
With Emma throwing doubt on the correct etiquette when caring for your one inch high boyfriend, Kate reached into her pocket and gently pulled Brad out and placed him back into his jar. Emma pulled open Kate’s black panties and, with a slight look of disgust on her face, tucked Brad inside, positioning him carefully against Kate’s clit. “You know I really wanted you,” Emma confided, looking down at Brad’s tiny head between her towering thighs, “why did you have to choose Kate?” She sighed, “I know you’re going to hate me forever because of this, but I just needed to feel you inside me, one way or the other.” Emma reached her hand up inside Kate’s skirt, squeezed Brad between her fingers and pulled, but the glue held fast.
She expected him to worship her legs, and I could see him touching her soft legwarmers, letting his hands float gingerly over the soft fuzz and feel his way upwards towards her knees and thighs. She ordered him to worship pussy, and I could see his hands grabbing her thighs and from the motions of her hips it was evident that he was eating her out with great fervour, and that she was grinding her crotch all over his upturned face. One soft coat had come off its hanger and fallen into my lap, and I hugged it and used it to caress my cheeks and my neck, still with my eyes glued to the strange scenario before me: my uptight stepfather being drilled in the ass by a mature slut and loving it, begging for it.
Karen, a lithe 42-year-old blonde, exercised authority in the household over her 25-year-old stepdaughter after marrying Malinda's father, Dennis, who was 20 years older than his new wife and cared only about the hot sex he was having in bed with her whenever he felt the urge. Then Malinda was surprised when Karen took her into her bedroom, told her to take off her panties and presented her with what looked like a tight pair of Spanx control underpants. "I find that these help you feel in control during your period," Karen told her, "so I want you to wear them." Malinda stated to protest but stopped herself: she knew by now that it was dangerous to argue with her stepmother.