In a Magic Bottle Part Three

Kayla Cumsalot 1844-33-CANDY Ext 357

Part One, Part Two 

My hips drove back away from the lash of the flogger, and he clicked his tongue against his teeth. “Where do you think you’re going?” His big arm slipped behind me and pressed his forearm against the top of my ass to drive my hips forward. My feet almost came off the ground until just my tiptoes braced me in the cooling earth. His warm breath tickled along my throat, and he spoke something to the trees. His magic, as it had before, obeyed him, and the brace of the tree holding me in place extended to take the place of his arm and prop my pussy up for him. He then bit into my neck, and I screamed out.

A flock of nearby birds fled with the sound. Their wings flapping hard to escape the danger, I could not flee. “Mine.” He purred then licked the mark his teeth had left in my soft skin.

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Molly 1-844-332-2639 ext 449

I sat on the edge of my bed, slowly pulling the first white thigh-high stocking up my leg. The opaque, silky fabric contrasting sharply with the navy blue of my duvet. I adjusted it over my calf, my fingers lingering at the knee; savoring the soft knitted fabric, before guiding the lace band to rest against my upper thigh. The silicone grip squeezing gently against my skin.

I leaned back, lifting my other leg to repeat the ritual. I took my time, appreciating the texture and the way the stark white highlighted every curve of my legs. After tugging the second one this way, and that to get it just right; I stood and took a good look at myself in the full length mirror.

Bright white thigh-high stockings, matching full coverage undies, and a white plunge bra. I looked amazing. It was always nice to take my time and pamper myself a little while dressing up. I ran my hands down my body, adjusting my bra slightly and then down to pat my ass before putting on the black and white dress I was wearing for the evening.

A key turned in the front door lock.

Smiling to myself

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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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Stella 1-844-332-2639 ext 322

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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Hypnotic Breasts

Lea 1844-332-2639 Ext. 244

You can’t look away. The way they wobble and jiggle. How these big breasts ripple with every shake and bounce. You’re hypnotized and addicted. It makes me laugh as I encourage you to keep stroking your prick long after it’s gone numb gooning to my hypnotic breasts.

You whine and pump but never blink. Dry, bleary eyes forced to watch as I shimmy and shake in front of you. When you’ve been jerking off for so long, just leaking precum and riding the edge, you are never allowed to cum.

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BBC Gang Bang Train

Francie 1844-332-2639 xXx 208

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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I'm Gonna Fuck Your Tuck

Trans Goddess Alexus 1844-332-2639 Ext 349

I shaved you smooth for your humiliation session. It should be so hot for me and total denial for you. Stand in front of the bed and watch me tuck that little dick up between your legs. I’ll push your balls up into your body where I won’t have to see them. I want that pussy looking good as fuck. Look down at your new pussy, isn’t it what you’ve always wanted?

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Cory 1-844-332-2639 ext 407

He’d been especially obedient today, never once faltering as I asked him to fetch my slippers, dust the bookshelf, or even whisper a shy “good girl” whenever I caught his eyes darting away in embarrassment. So, I decided that a reward was in order.

When I called him into the living room, he hesitated at the doorway. I guided him onto the plush couch. My hands moved with deliberate slowness, brushing against his smooth skin, feeling the delicate tremor that rose with each lingering touch. I slipped my fingers under his robe, tracing the curve of his waist, then sliding down to his hips, where the soft fabric clung to his slender thighs.

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Danika * (844) 332-2639 x 466

I have this friend; let’s call him Ralph. He’s a very needy man who often has me rolling my eyes at his desperate requests for attention. However he is great at eating my pussy, so I often just give in. Typically after he’s made me cum a few times with his skillful tongue, I let him climb between my legs, acting as if he can actually get me off that way. I can’t feel him, and he thinks humping me like a jackrabbit is going to make things better. I’ll let him cum inside me just so I can watch him clean up the mess. But not today. Today, I was feeling a bit bratty myself and denied him his own orgasm. That’s right, the sweet cum slut Danika Denied an Orgasm.

I could hear his breath hitching as he yanked at his protruding member, that resembled a thumb more than a cock. His hand seemed big and clumsy, and he protested when I told him he would be Denied an Orgasm tonight. Gently asking him why he deserved to come made him scramble to answer, the look of humiliation at the question coloring his face, making me smile. Continue reading “Danika Denies an Orgasm”

Daddy's Naughty Girl

Goddess Rita 1844-332-2639 Ext 413

They say the apple doesn’t fall far from the tree, and that’s so true for my naughty daddy and me. I’m horny all the time, just like him. I always have been. It seems like the older I get, the hornier my daddy is getting for me. I keep catching him sneaking into my laundry hamper and stealing my panties. I just know he’s jerking off into them, and I wish he’d forget the panties and just pump his load into me!

He’s been acting like it’s too naughty for us to fuck, but I know he wants to. He just needs a firmer push from his naughty girl.

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