Category: BDSM

Kayla Cumsalot 1844-33-CANDY Ext 357

Part Two 

“Let’s see just how loud you can get.” He winked and squeezed my throat tighter before shoving my pants to my knees. Most of the heat had leached from the engine after the drive up, but I could feel some of the warmth tingling against my ass and thighs. “Can you be still for Daddy?” I shook my head no with a mocking smirk, and he responded by pressing his thumb tighter along my windpipe. “Try again.” I nodded as I wheezed for my next breath. “Better.” He kissed my forehead and disappeared into the darkness of the night.

The idea of running bounced around in my brain. I could pull up my pants and take off into the cold. Making him track me down and wrestle me to the ground before having his fun, but it was too dark, and I didn’t know where the edge of the mesa was. Instead, I inhaled deeply and listened to him rustling around in the toolbox in the bed of the truck.

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Melanie 1-844-33-CANDY ext 463

You know I’m a switch, and although it’s fun to punish the boys, sometimes this pussy needs some punishment too. I was on the ground, taking it on all fours like a good slut by my Master James. He had my legs and arms tied up as he was brutally fucking me in both holes from behind. I love the abuse. He fucked me with his thick nine-inch cock and my ass and used an even bigger dildo for my roughed-up pussy.

Master didn’t say anything to me during our whole playtime except, “Your knees look pretty all bruised up like that. Maybe I should make your neck match, purple and blue look cute on you.” He continued to play with be, staying behind me, but this time he started pulling my hair, harder and harder. The harder he pulled my hair, the more he was able to reach my throat so he could squeeze it.

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Trampled Fuck Boy

Goddess Rita 1844-332-2639 Ext 413

Boys are basically doormats. Really, they are. Nothing but flesh bags begging to be trampled. Travis knows his place and always lies down on his back so I can break in my new stilettos. The sharp points crave puncturing his skin, and I shiver when he hollers from under my weight.

Last night, he was wearing jeans and no shirt. I guess he thought the denim would protect him from my Louboutins. I stood near his hip and gave a swift kick to his hip. He wheezed a “Thank you, Goddess, please step on me,” and I lifted my left foot to his thigh. I stepped up and pressed all my weight into the ball of my foot. Giving him a small taste of what was to come.

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Stuck In The Elevator

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After a ten-hour workday, I was only a few floors from my bed. I rushed through the lobby of my building, “Hold the door!” I couldn’t miss the elevator. Everything had gone wrong, and if I didn’t melt into my bed in the next ten minutes, surely I would implode. It looked as if an implosion was imminent as the heavy metal doors continued to close. “Hold it!” I yelled again, pushing my high heels across the glossy marble. Just before the doors could close, a large hand gripped the door, and they backed up to let me in.

I almost fell into the box, panting embarrassingly with all of the day’s emotions becoming too difficult to contain any longer. “Th-thank you.” My hip leaned into the back corner, and I looked across the way to see who saved me. Of course, it was none other than my hunky ass neighbor, Chaz.

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I flip the page. The paper makes a crisp sound against the silence. “Section 1: Manual Stimulation Protocol,” I recite, reading aloud as if plainly listing the maintenance steps for a failing engine. “Begin the rhythmic application of pressure in accordance with the provided metronome beat. Speed is currently set to sixty beats per minute. Any deviation in tempo will be noted as a failure in mechanical compliance.”

On my monitor, I watch him. He is trembling. Most men think this is about desire. They are wrong. It is about total hydraulic submission. It is about treating his body as an extension of my own apparatus. “Maintain grip,” I command. My tone is flat and clinical. “Apply lubricant to the friction points to ensure smooth operation of the interface. You are not permitted to deviate from the prescribed movement. If the system experiences an overload, you are to suppress the response. Stalling the mechanism is strictly prohibited.”

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Kinky Kara 1-844-332-2639 ext 306

I loved being in charge. Being the boss gave me a sense of power like nothing before. I was the person who called all the shots. I told everyone what to do. Either they did as I said or they find another place to work. Normally, that is the way things worked at most companies. Typically, this is the way my office operated as well. That is, until this day. Today was different. I found myself working a little later than usual. I could tell most of the cubicles were empty, and 95 percent of my staff had gone for the day, except for my assistant. He usually came to offer his services one last time before heading out for the day. Today was not the same. Continue reading “Power Shift” →

Kayla Cumsalot 1844-33-CANDY Ext 357

Part One

Larry couldn’t help himself. So used to being in control that being tied down under me and not having his way was making him crazy. I could almost see the smoke of frustration wisping out of his ears. He felt so good, so hard against my pussy. I had to lift my hips before he convinced me to sit on his shaft. Instead, I slinked back down to sit on his thighs, and my right hand wrapped around his pussy coated cock. “Look at what a mess I’ve made.” I cooed more to his cock than to him as I began stroking his thick erection.

It pleased me to see his chest rise and fall as he tried to control his breathing. How cute it was to watch him fight so as not to beg me. My thumb smeared around the plump crown of his head to gather the heavy bead of precum, and when it drooled onto the pad of my finger, I lifted it to my lips—slowly, opening my mouth while looking into his dark, honey colored eyes. My tongue lapped at the bit of his juice before sucking my thumb into my mouth.

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BBC Gang Bang Train

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The bare mattress under you is soaked with cum, and your tears but still, the fun continues. At this point, your throat is raw from how many thick black cocks have forced themselves down it, that you no longer scream for mercy. Now, in silent submission, you accept your role as a BBC cock slave.

It’s been days since I’ve chained you to the floor of my basement with just that dirty mattress to keep you company. Well, when the boys aren’t here anyway. This gang bang train has gone on for hours now, and I know you’re exhausted, but it doesn’t matter. It won’t stop until they wish it to.

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 Goddess Rita 1844-332-2639 Ext 413

After a wonderful first date, Josh and I decided to take a stroll downtown. The streets were lined with cute little lights, and people bustled all around. There was so much energy in the air, and Josh was doing anything he could to impress me.

As we walked hand in hand, we passed a small sex toy boutique. On this pretty pedestal was a pink chastity cage with a sign stating it was free with the purchase of a strapon. I squeezed Josh’s hand and squealed. “You’d look so cute in that!” He looked at me with fear in his eyes, but it was clear he didn’t want to ruin his chances with me.

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Kayla Cumsalot 1844-33-CANDY Ext 357

A naked Lacie stood between Amber and me. We circled her, like predators assessing their prey. A lesson needed to be taught, and there was no one better to deliver it. “Let’s get you in this bra,” Amber told Lacie, who lifted her arms. Amber slipped the silky straps up Lacie’s arms and hugged her to clasp the bra tight.

From behind Lacie, my hands scooped into the cups, adjusting her tits so they sat up nice and pretty. Our student moaned at our touches, and we praised how pretty she looked. The lessons for today would be how to clean up a used pussy, both Amber and I were leaking into our panties, and to take cock like a girl.

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