“Cum on Clar, it can’t be that bad” throwing open the curtain that Clarissa was hiding behind to get changed. “Wow, you really..” pausing to let any chuckle go, “.. put that thing together!” Angie shouted loud enough to let the entire Pink Sand Entertainment Coliseum know. “Well first off” Angie skilled fingers snatched a bell that was hanging off her left nip. “This here is (pinching the bell as the end opened up) all wrong, soooo..” Angie dragging that word out as the bell clamp seized Clarissa’s left nip. “Mmm Mmmm, a good tight fit wouldn’t you say” Angie was good at distracting people. So good by the time Clarissa figured out what was happening to her the right clamp had already pinched her right nip. “Now the chain, (arching a eyebrow) Oh yes there is a chain” the silent clip to one nipple bell went unnoticed. Pulling on the chain was causing Clarissa to becum short on the very thing she relied on, her breathing. “This isn’t even (tugging on the chain) your most sensitive nip” Angie was flirting with Clarissa. The slack of the fine golden chain meant Angie was done. Taking a deep breath to steady her nerves, opening her eyes to get her bearings. The feel of someone pulling on your most sensitive erogenous zone sent shivers down to Clarissa’s cunt. “This is how your nip clamps are supposed to be worn” with the flick of her wrist the space between them was jerked closed. Instinctively Clarissa folded her arms behind her back while Angie brush her hair from over Clarissa’s left ear. “I can see you have been learning well in your Submissive class” butt why was she whispering. Jerking on the chain, “Dose this get you off” letting her tongue splash in Clarissa’s ear. “You are being awfully silent over there, what don’t you want to cum” getting the feeling of something seizing Clarissa’s hot spot. “Mmm.. Mmmm” Clarissa wanted to cum so bad every fiber in her body was telling her to allow the orgasm to has her way with Clarissa’s body. “It’s a good thing you don’t (yeh a classic Angie, forcing a orgasm out of Clarissa) have to have a orgasm cuz that would just be sooooo bad” this whisper was followed by a tongue. “Now step out her so I can critique you and your fashion” jerk on the chain till both tits where standing at attention. “To think that you, my Slut could make me want to fuck you is truly a achievement” the simple touch of Angie’s finger knocked Clarissa into a chair. “Now to complete the costume. Hands back..” and Angie must have been practicing cause the speed that she bound Clarissa’s arms was amazing.
Jerking on the chain again, the feel of all three erogenous zones being teased by a simple bell was to much for any one person to stand. “May, may.. I cum” even the voice that called out was too shaky to be cuming from Clarissa. “Did.. did Angie hear me? Perhaps I.. Ooo Ooooh.. …” the orgasm setting off like a thunderstorm through her head. For every thought came in flashes even as the booming of her loins rumbled the heavens. “On your knees my Slut” Clarissa following the pull of the chain blinded by the impeding orgasm that was still rumbling in her mind. “Mmm, what’s wrong with this picture” Angie spoke with truth behind her words. “Open your mouth Slut, so I can lube the toy your naughty ass will hold” plunging in and out of Clarissa’s mouth with a bigger butt plug then the previous one she has had. “Oh my what a good Slut you are” this praise came at a sharp price for now Angie had her heel on Clarissa’s neck with her ass high in the air. Teasing Clarissa’s asshole with the smooth plug was much to easy butt the quivering told Angie that she was dying to cream. Planting that tail would complete the costume butt not Angie.
Wiggling it in, pushing and pulling it out all the while Clarissa body begging to release the flood waters before the cunt breach. Once more a jerk of the chain brought Clarissa back to her knees. Bending backwards to the sound of plastic being paddled just like what Clarissa wanted. “Eat me and..” squatting just over Clarissa’s face, “.. you can cum.”
Feeling the pressure of Angie squatting over Clarissa’s head, smelling the musk of one pussy that she knows all to well.
The tongue struck first tagging the lips as her lips pulled on them. Her teeth snagged the tightness of the opposing lips, slowly closing down on them. “Cu.., …m fuckkking ..u..” the thrust of Angie’s hips. The gasp that sealed Angie’s own orgasm struck without impunity. “Ooo Ooooh yesss your fu..kkking Mmm Mmmm Mmmmmmmmm..” the chair moaned as Angie gripped it in a futile attempt to over power that which she lives for.
“You are all set (wiggling Clarissa’s tail) just wait for..” the moan set the stadium on fire with the Pink Sand Rack leading at the end of the first period. “Here they cum, you look great, ready in five, four, three..” holding up her hand with two digits, then one.
“This is Clarissa Love cuming all over your screen from the Pink Sand Entertainment Coliseum on this Kitty Day. Marty Chestbanger, what are you looking to do to settle a old score from the Tailahassee Ass Clappers..”
Source: reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/qcrn4z/wet_dreams_university_225_kitty_day_dream_master