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Steph fell in love with it and decided to let Fitz ink it onto her body. As Fitz thrust Steph got closer and closer until finally she was pushed over the edge. As she drove home Steph decided that her husband Phil was going to be completely sissified. Amanda took out the first needle and showed it to Steph. Amanda kept pushing her needles through Steph’s areolae, one by one. As a final act Amanda pushed a slightly thicker needle directly into the tip of each nipple. By the time Phil got home from work Steph and Amanda had recovered. Steph decided that today was the day she would insist upon Phil wearing girly underwear. Steph said, “Now, Phil, here’s what I want you to wear.”
Breaking the kiss the blonde stood back and taking the brunette by the arm led her into the stable block. The rope going over the joist caused the brunettes hands to be pulled up and eventually the girl had to bend over as her arms went higher and higher. The blonde walked to the presented rear of the brunette and without any warning bought the cane slamming down on the other girls backside. The brunette had stopped reacting to the individual cane strokes and had just been moaning and swaying the whole time, but she jumped a little at the hand on her cunt. The brunettes legs went, the blonde dropped the cane and grabbed her before she pulled her arms out of her joints.
We stood up, both of us covered in each other's blood. We looked deep into each others eyes for what seemed like forever. Then, without a word, I grabbed her and bent her over the alter. Her perfect pink pussy was throbbing and begging for my cock. I inserted myself, slow at first. I thrust forward very slowly and gently, and as her moans increased, so did my thrusts. She was soon begging me to fuck her harder and harder. I had no choice but to oblige. I grab a handful of that beautiful, fire red, hair and placed my other hand around her throat, pulling her into every powerful thrust. Our screams pierced the night as we came together.
As she looked back to see how it was going, she saw Liam place his hand onto the girls. Slowly, Liam opened the door, and Claire looked back, glaring at Ariella for a moment's time. Liam placed a hand onto Ariella's cheek, pulling her in close for a kiss. She slowly pulled the zipper down, turning her head to Claire, watching her reactions. Looking back to Claire, Ariella placed a finger to her lips, biting down and smiling. Liam began gently licking her pussy lips, making her moan, making her beg for more. Liam reached both of his arms up onto Ariella and began to rub her nipples between his fingers. Claire was close to cumming as she listened to Ariella moan her husband's name.
“Shut up, Sophie!” Jessica said, then looked at me and added,” I need some painkillers. When her feet touched the floor, a soft whine escaped her lips and her left cheek started to twitch. Jessica curled up her toes, hesitated for a second, then said,” It’s fine”. “I need an ankle,” she said, gasping.” “You are driving me mad, Sophie,” Jessica said to the cat, then slipped her hand under my shirt, her cool fingers rubbing my chest gently. “My ankle feels much better now,” Jessica said and thrust her bottom up to meet me. “What’s the problem?” I asked and looked down at her ankle. “Poor little tootsie!” I said and started massaging her thigh, just above the cast.
Getting back to the types of themes we have-a few days ago-we had tattoo fetish evening were people inked up in the club." Once you pass the entrance you look to your right and see a hot girl sucking a guy's cock and another guy fucking her ass off. You re-open your eyes and move your head forward to get a closer look at the girls butt and you see how red her cheeks have become. Hiam takes your hand and leads you to the entrance of one of the dance floors- but you two do not enter. While you're walking through the dance floor you see a hot girl in latex pants with a massive hole in her backside and no panties.
"Mrs. Tandy wants to see you," she said with a smile that made her look almost beautiful. "It's nice to see you Mrs. Tandy," John said. Her drunk husband, driving at high speed with a sheepish smile on his face; his free hand slipping under her skirt, squeezing, rubbing, making her feel like a whore; the fear on his face when he lost control of the car; the rain of broken glass; the enormity of the impact that crushed her body. "Mrs. Tandy, are you ok?" John said and guided the straw to her lips. John could feel the redness creeping up his face and looked at the floor to avoid her green eyes.
The spank-ing lasts a long time and my buttocks get hotter and hotter, the pain gets stronger until I plead with her to stop ... Lick my pussy till I come.” She spreads her legs exposing her warm moist cunt. “I told you not to get a hard-on,” she rages, “and now you get another spanking.” This time she throws me face down on the bed and proceeds to whip me with the belt from her skirt. “Now I’m going to fuck you,” she says, and she slides her cunt up and down on my penis. Be-fore I can recover she begins to push it in and pull it out, fucking my ass with hard thrusts.
Johnny stuffed his cock deep into my mouth while Ronan started kissing and biting my neck, working his way down my back, squeezing my breasts, and ending at my ass: biting, kissing, and spanking me. Ronan swelled in my ass, I could feel that he was getting ready to cum, he pulled out of my ass and Johnny left my pussy to take his cock in his mouth. Both men pumped my pussy making sure that they were as deep as they could go; I was full of cock and dripping wet, gushing cum every time they moved. Johnny had his hand around my throat looking me in the eyes, as soon as he began to cum Ronan grabbed my hips and thrust deep.
A shop-boy came to me, looked down at my bandaged foot and asked if I need any help. The first thing I saw when I woke up in the hospital two days later were the toes of my left foot protruding out of a white plaster cast. 'But my right leg is not in plaster!' I said, removed the sheet covering my body, and saw the white plaster on my right thigh, ending just above my knee. When he was feeling the cast, I felt warmth between my legs that spilled up my spine. I was thrilled when he was caressing my right foot, his gentle hands moving slowly over my instep, heel, around my ankle and up my calf.
I wanted to shout again for it seemed like getting worse but the stuffing had stopped me again. He rammed in and out again and again and again and I was on the border of passing out again, an action which I really would have liked to happen but the pain stopped me. He then proceeded to push both my feet together and I suddenly felt his manhood on them; he grabbed my legs and stroke his cock with them two times when he stopped and I felt a fluid coming out of right onto my socks. I then heard steps and felt the stuffing being pulled out of my mouth and I wanted to shout but it was stuffed again immediately again.
The board was pressing hard against my scrotum and anus while my hands were stretched high above me in the time-release locked handcuffs. My mouth was full of taste of cum, my hands tied high above me in pain, my nipples two spots of huge pain with the clothespins on them, my bound penis just about to explode from pain, and my anus and scrotum sore from the plank I was sitting on. First I got off the board and released my bound cock and then removed the clothespins from my nipples. I tried to get my hands into the front but I couldn't and that only resulted in pain for my balls as I pulled them quite hard a few times.
She leans even closer to me and says, "Would you buy me a drink?" i meekly reply, "Yes Ma'am i would like that very much." i motion to the bartender to bring me two more whiskey's and two more beers. She sees me visibly start to shake as i continue to gaze upon Her. She knows She has me right where She wants me. i start a rhythm between my fingers and thumb, continuing, a little faster now. She kisses me on the cheek with those now pouting red lips and says to me, "Good boy." She gets off of the stool, pulls Her skirt down over Her now glistening thighs and walks towards the door.
"Easy now, kitty-cat," Flint murmured, a paw in the small of his back as he plunged the brand into a bucket of cold water, steam rising in a plume. The fresh pain was a welcome distraction from the deep, heated throb of the first brand and she mewled piteously as she was marked, tail aching from how forcibly he pinned it up and out of the way to do his work. She turned slowly on the spot, wincing as skin pulled uncomfortably between the brands, the fan working to remove the mingling scents of burnt flesh and fur from the room.
"look into her eyes." "you want it don't you?" "Yes Mistress." "Open your mouth." Pain has been building in my body, the water is splashing all around me, your words are taking me deeper and deeper and what you are offering me it the ultimate intimacy, the ultimate gift. Your fist in my hair guides my head twisting and turning you place me in the flow. I can feel your breath in my ear, your fist in my hair, your fingers on my cock and balls, your eyes watching the experience on my face. "Hold perfectly still no matter what." I cannot reply, my mouth open wide tongue extended in such a nasty way.
"We have to place her on the table over there!" Pratt said to the nurse. "Could you please ask Moira to help us?" the doctor said. Jill was lifted up and her upper back was placed on the table. The doctor pulled a padded bar from under the stool, and adjusted it so that it propped up the calf of her injured leg. "This makes me brimming with joy," Jill said scornfully. "I was reluctant to do it myself so I asked a big pick-up truck to help me," Jill explained mockingly. "It seems you are serious," Jill said and looked intently at the doctor. "We have only white fiberglass now," Pratt said as he finished with the wadding.
I closed my mouth pretty quickly because Mike has come up with some awful punishments and I didn't want to provoke him into making things worse that they already were. As he strapped the leather band tightly onto my head and tied it to one of the hinges, he casually mentioned that he had figured out a way to take the car from the garage despite my bound body. Mike had planned it perfectly, my head, arms and neck were all supported by the many turns of rope he had tied tightly around my limbs, while the bulk of my weight was supported by the heavy leather straps around my middle and and chest. Mike reached back and took the garage door remote from the hood of the car and hit the button.
The bitch actually likes it!" He reached up and crudely smeared Sophie's juices across her lips. "Now I like to see a bitch squirt some piss," he said, "but I'd rather see her squirt some pussy juice. There was a brief whining noise, and suddenly Sophie felt something nudge at her dripping pussy. Sophie's pussy stretched wider this time, easily accommodating two inches of big, fake dick. It pulled back further too, coming completely out of Sophie's pussy before pounding back in. Would you like to sniff my ass, you little bitch?" Sophie pushed harder and harder, fucking his ass with her tongue. When the last few drops spurted from his dick, he pulled away, and Sophie's tongue popped out of his ass.
"When you say things like that," I said as I pulled her body close to me and wrapped my arms around her tightly, "it feels as good as fucking you," I said as I pushed myself deep inside her, pulled back and thrust in again fast and hard for a couple minutes, until I needed to catch my breath. I held her tight while I fucked her hard and fast, deeply thrusting in and pulling out again and again, until I was again out of breath, and stopped, relaxing, feeling the wonderful combination of stimuli - the rush of endorphins from working up a sweat, the sexual arousal from knowing that with each thrust, Anna had to use great force of will to stay still and prepare to accept the next one.
I might be a little rusty, but I can promise you that you'll feel better in no time." The truth is I had only taken an introductory reflexology course as an elective back when I was studying for my undergraduate studies, and the latter had not only taught me a few basics of massaging feet, but was finally paying off as the perfect clutch. Once the gentle kneading started, though, she gave in and let out a barely audible purr, her body sinking slightly deeper into the couch and her face showing subtle relief. A couple of minutes later, Amanda pulled back her feet and gingerly started sitting back up. Alternating between light tickles on her soles, caressing her silky insteps and running my fingers between her dainty toes, every touch brought out a giggle or squirm, as she twitched, pointed and flexed her feet.
The other day I decided to punish the worthless piece of trash by ordering her to insert large objects. She began with a coke can will this be bugger enough master she said I agreed she easily slid the can into her pussy so I ordered her to find something bigger. The look of pain on her face and the moans she made are what I live for 3 quaters of the bottle where now inside her she said master I can take no more to which I replied all of it . Get all the way down u worthless little whore I shouted and she slowly slid the rest of the bottle into her tight pussy.
A million things go through my mind, "I'm a good girl, what would people think?" "Maybe he won't answer the door." "Could he be a serial killer?" "What if I don't like it?" Finally after hours, OK moments, the big heavy wooden door opens. "Hello, Sub, I've been waiting for you." I look into your eyes, still unable to speak, the rest of the world melts away. "I think these would look lovely pierced, don't you?" You twist my nipple, just hard enough to make me cry out. "I think you should crawl, sub, down on all fours." You lead me farther into your house, and upstairs. You push my knees farther open and I feel you pull apart my lips roughly.
I didn't want the man to think he excited me so I tried to remain calm but my penis was betraying me; it began to rise and the blood began to pump into my member. The man's tongue started to push against my lips, I didn't want this but my cock was working to a different hymn sheet. My penis starts to rise again; this didn't go unnoticed by Madam who exclaimed, "Oh look Amora; our slave likes men; he's a homosexual." Ian was now guided over and made to squat above my face, "Start rimming slave," Madame commanded. "We need a rest slave," said Madame as she stopped the torture. Madame continued, "I get two hours rest now before we continue; during that time those cocks will stay in your mouths.
My heart skipping a beat and my breathing gets heavier...I slowly but surely start falling into fifiland.....wanting much, much, more torture to my breasts......He ties another cable in the middle....making cushions between each cable....squeezing the breast even tighter....I moan with pleasure, it sounds more like I'm squealing.....I feel the pain and pressure and I love the feeling...like a d**g going directly to my already wet pussy.....He runs his fingers across the slit, checking to see how aroused His bitch is....oh fucking yes, I'm aroused like a bitch in heat.....He grabs my nipples squeezing them hard, twisting them between His thumbs and forefingers.....I yelp from pain and lust....God I want more....He adds another cable , joining my breasts together, pulling at them as I feel the additional pressure building......they are getting harder, sensitive, changing color....