Each boom went right through her, the base would truly steal the very breath from Clarissa body if given the chance. “Good evening Miss Angie if you need anything at all then please let me know” the maître d’, “now if you would” taking Angie’s hand in a submissive way. For this short trip Clarissa was left out of the conversation due to the whispered tone and the base (Clarissa nipples we’re hard as a rock due to the pounding through her body). A quick jerk on her collar and she knew that meant to kneel right by her Mistresses side. Sneaking a glance up to see the expression on Angie’s face, “Fuck my pussy is so fucking wet and it because of..” Clarissa knew speaking her name would most likely becum a orgasm. Altering her gaze before her cunt would need some attention, “Mmm.. that sent (jasmine and rose hips along with the unmistakable sent of fresh cum) where.. where is it cuming from? (sniffing the air as silently as possible) Oh my fuck it cum from.. from (running her hand up Angie’s inner thigh, Clarissa’s mouth beginning to water) Mmm.. can I” her hand already said enough. “Fuck what am I doing? (Parting Angie’s legs) I’m here for cock not (she could feel her pussy dripping with desire) pussy.. hell I could have pussy any time (taking one last whiff of the sent) I want” Clarissa’s tongue parted the skin lifting the sent from a passing fancy to a full fledged desire. Kissing the right lip, running her tongue over the left. Before she was to involved with her first BDSM experience Clarissa flashed Angie her desire. “Tisk Tisk, you are going to wait till I tell you to.. Now eat me my sweet” Angie told her that she would not like this environment butt the only thing she didn’t like so far was that Clarissa could not touch herself. Savagely attacking Angie’s slit, Clarissa tongue already doing what it does best incite pleasure. Lapping at Angie’s clit, diving up into the pink ocean as Clarissa jowls became over ridden by cum. Pulling her forward, tugging until her entire ass seated on Clarissa’s chest. “Mmm, someone has done there homework.. these stools are the bomb, the perfect slave master set up, the top for the master and the bottom for the slave” Clarissa purred. Lashing out with her tongue, in circulating Angie’s clit like a pro. Pulling back with her tongue at just the right speed, at just the right time. “Ooooh fu.. (pulling Clarissa closer to her cunt).. lick, lick you little bic.. … …” Angie’s hips bucked as Clarissa’s mouth plowed into her pussy. “Ooooh yesss.. Ooooh fuckkk yesss (Angie’s hips twitched, her cum feel from the darkening clouds) You are so bad that I.. I.. … (unable to hold back another second) OooohOooohOooohOoooh OooohOooohOooohOoooh OooohOooohOooohOoooh..” rolled through Angie as the maître d’ stepped up. Waiting till the orgasm was done. “Ma’am.. I have found what you requested. I will be back to get your order.. cuz that little tramp would look good in leather not lace” his speech gave way to whispers upon his retreat. Brushing back Clarissa’s hair, “Mmm, I will be waiting till you get done to return to my (the quiver said more then words could ever) wet pussy and finish what you started.” looking at a familiar face, “You can take her as long as the payment has been taken care of” Angie growled to Trish. A quick look at her Vibraphone, “Tell Isabel to enjoy.”
Feeling Trish tugging on her leash was one thing butt to be paraded around this club, made to look like a salve and for what. “Wait where is she taking me? Does she have (Clarissa’s pussy just became flushed with cum again).. a collar too” echoed through Clarissa’s mind. Almost running into her, “Got to pay attention cuz fuck I would go lesbian for that piece of ass” a rap at the door brought Clarissa back to reality as Trish tugged on her leash once more. “Just remember what Angie said always look down unless.. unless” a cop to her ass distracted her. Trusting out her chest, tensing up her legs, wanting to sprint out that door and never look back. “Mistress Angie says to enjoy Mistress” Trish addressed Mistress Isabel. “Wait? What the hell I wanted cock! Not thi..” Clarissa’s thoughts echoed in her head as Isabel’s hands roamed her body. “.. Oh my fuck.. what have you done to.. to.. Mmm Ooooh Ooooh..” her thoughts turned to words as Isabel pinched her nipple, squeezed her pussy. Pulling Clarissa around to the front of Trish, “I can see where she can improve (a snap of her fingers and Trish feasted on Clarissa’s creamy slit) for that you shall get a (the unforgiving leather paddle cracked against Clarissa’s ass cheek) a spanking” leaning in till Isabel’s breath wrapped around Clarissa’s ear, “shall we say ten times” she purred. “Yes ma’am, may I have another” Clarissa wanted to cry out. Was it the paddle or Trish’s tongue making the room spin she could not say butt by the tenth spanking, Clarissa wanted Isabel. “I will tell Mistress Angie this she does like (gripping Clarissa’s reddened ass just made her cum that much harder) a good spanking” turning her back to Clarissa, sporting thigh high red leather boots and a corset that matched. “Now we shall see how good she is” Isabel gave the cum over here finger curl. Bending over while on her knees, thrusting her ass in the air. Clarissa dove right in, no kissing, no lip dragging, no biting Isabel’s ass just straight tongue fucking sex. Licking over her mound, up and down. Licking over her asshole as the tongue wanted to have more cunt. The moaning started, thought not sure who was first. “Mmmmmmmmm Ooooh Mmmmmmmmm Ooooh Ooooh OooohOooohOooohOoooh..” butt Clarissa ended it, thrust her tongue into the tight cunt. Twisting and turning till Clarissa was on the bed, Isabel grinding on her face. Orgasm after orgasm ripping though Isabel butt that was not it. Spreading Clarissa’s legs, pulling them back, exposing her pussy and ass. As Isabel propped forward beckoning Trish to cum to her, they kissed, a deep full on kiss with Isabel taking charge. “Eat her out” she whispered, gathering up Trish’s hair as she guided her face down, down to the soaked pussy. Pulling hard to force Trish’s tongue to enter where no tongue has been before. Reaching around her slender frame, still face fucking the dirty little whore who lays below her. “Ooo Ooo Ooooh yesss..” a big orgasm hit Isabel as her toes curled her finger dipped into her own ass. “.. Ooooh fuckkk yesss.. fuckkkkkk yesssssssss OooohOooohOooohOoooh OooohOooohOooohOoooh fucking OooohOooohOooohOoooh sshittt..” rolled through her body picking up steam as it traveled from one end to the next. The tightening of the stomach, the shortness of breath, the cum as it dripped over Clarissa’s mouth, as her tongue danced inside of Isabel’s pussy. She had the biggest orgasm on record cause in the end Clarissa was tongue fucking Isabel’s asshole. “I shall give Mistress Angie my full support for this one (snagging Trish’s leash), cum cum darling we must leave” gently pulling on her lead. “Mistress Angie you have done well in finding that one, I would gladly pay you shall we say ten thousand sextons for her. She is shall we say.. resting in room L” tugging on Trish’s leash again as they left the club.
Tag: Bondage
In The Spider’s Web
Short synopsis: D.Va is out patrolling when suddenly a sniper shot cripples her mech. Ejecting and running for safety. While fleeing D.Va triggers a sleeping gas trap and falls unconscious. She awakes in an unfamiliar setting, completely naked, bound, and gagged. A lone figure, D.Va’s captor, walks out of the shadows revealing herself as Widowmaker. D.Va undergoes major sexual abuse but can she defy her Talon captors or will she crack and reveal major Overwatch secrets?
Tags: Kidnapping, Heavy Bondage, Gagged, Masturbation, Sadism, Lezdom, Commission, Fanfic.
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“I just finished checking. The talon operatives were already gone when I got their mercy,” I said while leaning against the frame.
“Well check around the camp’s permit one more time then you can come back. We’ll get them next time if it comes to that. Be safe!”
“I’ll do another sweep, and I’ll head back. Try not to worry so much Mercy,” D.Va commented before jumping back in her mech.
A good fuck part 2 (MFt) (bondage) (strap-on) (non-con)
Continued from my last post
I set up a small camcorder we kept on a tripod in the corner of the bedroom and focused it on the bed.
I tapped Rachel’s shoulder, pulled her back, and lifted my girlfriend onto the bed, leaving her head dangling over the edge for ease of access. I crawled on top of her, kissing my way from her collarbones to her pelvis, stopping only to plant a ring of kisses around each nipple. I turned around, grabbed her thong with my teeth and looked up. Rachel had resumed throatfucking and was pinching and pulling her own nipples. I removed my girlfriend’s thong and kissed my way from her feet to her soaking, gushing cunt as she squirmed, from pleasure or from inability to catch her breath, I’m not sure.
As I reached her lips I gave them a quick lick, teasing her, not quite touching her clit. She moaned around Rachel’s cock, begging for more stimulation. Her hands found their way to my head and pushed me deeper into her muff, her fluids dripping down my face onto the bed.
Tex Gets More [MMMm] [BDSM] [Interracial] [gay]
**Tex Gets More [MMMm] [BDSM] [Interracial] [gay]**
Story is extreme. Contains gay, BDSM, interracial content. If that may offend you – don’t read.
In [Tex Gets What He Asked For](https://www.reddit.com/user/DungeonToyMaker/comments/gmsfei/tex_gets_what_he_asked_for_mmm_bdsm_interracial/), I (Tex) get bound and spit-roasted by two black dudes in an ABS video booth. They ask if I want to continue the festivities. This story picks up with the ride from the ABS to their place.
Perhaps not my smartest move ever, but I find myself strapped in the front seat of a stranger’s car with two loads of black cum dripping off my face and my hands bound behind my back. As we pull out into traffic the dude in the back adjusts my seat so it leans all the way back.
“Let’s get you cleaned up a little,” he says, “don’t want our neighbors feeling like they need to get in our business. Now open wide.”
His fingers scoop the globs of splooge toward my mouth. There’s quite a lot – which he begins to unceremoniously push into my mouth. “Don’t swallow until I tell you to.” He continues working the cum into my mouth until he is finally satisfied. “Now you can swallow.”
Tex Gets What He Asked For [MMm] [BDSM] [Interracial] [gay]
# Tex Gets What He Asked For [MMm] [BDSM] [Interracial] [gay]
Contains gay, BDSM, interracial content. If that may offend you – don’t read.
A few years ago I lived in the San Francisco area, and took advantage of BART to visit adult book stores (ABS) – particularly ones that catered to black men. This story recounts my most memorable experience. In hindsight I was lucky nothing went seriously wrong – I was taking way too many chances, so DO NOT TRY THIS AT HOME!
After walking about 8 blocks from the BART station, I was standing at the entrance to my favorite ABS. It was hit and miss, but I’d sucked and fucked plenty of black cock there, and was hoping for a “hit” today.
Upon entering the ABS I bought some tokens for the video booths. When I entered the dimly lite booth area I saw several black men loitering around. Even though I knew the answer, I asked, “anybody know which booths have glory-holes?”
“Try 16 or 17, I think you’ll find what you’re looking for white boi,” said one of the lurkers.
Texas Flight Attendant Strips From Her Uniform and Masturbate For Her Husband and His Poker Buddies [FM] [exhibitionism][masturbation][flight attendant]
[ORIGINAL STORY WITH UNIQUE PIC IS HERE ON IMGUR](https://imgur.com/w6Swt4p)
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I am a real flight attendant for a major US airline but what you wouldn’t know from your flight with me is that I am also an addicted exhibitionist.
My husband knows this and has, for the most part, supported me in acting out my exhibitionist fantasy on my airline layovers. I told him early on in our relationship that I had an exhibitionist compulsion that, instead of looking for a cure, I had learned to embrace. In other words, I wasn’t willing to give it up in a marriage. He claimed he understood and continues to try but he does have his jealous moments which I completely understand.
So he really surprised me one time when he said he had been talking to his friend who owns a machine shop just north of the San Antonio airport about having an after-work Friday night party and he wanted me to go.
I said, “It sounds to me like an all guys type of party. Why do you want me there?”
He said, “Because, my exhibitionist wife, we want you to be the entertainment.”
The One Where I Dominated [M]y [F]riend and Her [F]riend [Kinky Threesome] [Some Rough Stuff]
Still posting a few of my old stories before I get to the new ones. This is one of my favorites. PMs, etc always open.
So, this one is with Mia again (if I keep going, you’re gonna hear a lot about her). She and I were a few months into our relationship, and she was already champing at the bit to get kinkier. A couple months in, I had taken her to a munch (a bondage meet up), and she had had a hell of a time. It put a lot of ideas in her head.
One of her ideas, expressed quite fervently, was for a threesome. She specifically wanted to bring in her friend Paloma. I did not know Paloma (by design, it turns out). At the time I was around 27, Mia was 24, and Paloma was 20. That was what I knew going in.
Disclaimer: I am not actually the biggest fan of group play. I’ve had a number of threesomes (and moresomes), and I’ve gone to parties. I like it, but it’s not a big kink of mine. And I actually find threesomes more emotionally complicated than CNC, if you can believe that.
Happy Birthday Part 1 [f] [Self-Bondage] [Sensory Deprivation]
Before I entered the room, I made sure to leave a note taped to the door.
“Happy 18th Birthday, Nathan. I’m sorry I couldn’t be there to celebrate yesterday, but I hope this present I left in your room makes up for it. You can do whatever you want with it for as long as you want.
-Sincerely with Love, Your big Sister Karen”
My Quarantine Survival Guide, Part 3: Internet Porn is a Terrible Influence ([MF], [Group], Hoarding Catan’s Lumber)
[Part 1](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/geb1ns/my_quarantine_survival_guide_part_1_reenter_riley/) and [Part 2](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/ggmr2f/my_quarantine_survival_guide_part_2_but_buddy_mf/), for those feeling nostalgic. I… know how this one is gonna end now, but we’ve got one more part from a happier time. With Riley the adventure is never permanent. Anyway, here’s some amateur porn in literary form:
“Benny touched by dick.”
I spat my mouthful of orange juice back my glass and looked at Brian. The aforementioned dick-toucher had left the apartment ten minutes earlier to retrieve liquor and other crucial quarantine supplies (also beer and bottled water).
“What?”
Brian shook his head at me and squinted then turned back to the game, Ness sending Pikachu flying off the edge of the stage. “It was, like, real quick. Basically an accident.”
I’d made the observation a moment before that they had seemed to be getting along better this morning. It mainly came from a place of small-minded competitive behavior, as they’d been teaming up and kicking my ass all morning. And worse, denying they were doing it. I couldn’t get him to admit that he saved the hammer for when I respawned, but this admission I get? I shook my head, trying my best to not be too judgmental and keeping myself guarded in the probable event that Brian was fucking with me.
Texas Stewardess Strips From Her Uniform And Masturbates For Her Husband And His Poker Buddies [F4M] 34
[ORIGINAL STORY WITH NICE PIC IS HERE ON IMGUR](https://imgur.com/SKBsMEQ)
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I am a real flight attendant for a major US airline but what you wouldn’t know from your flight with me is that I am also an addicted exhibitionist.
My husband knows this and has, for the most part, supported me in acting out my exhibitionist fantasy on my airline layovers. I told him early on in our relationship that I had an exhibitionist compulsion that, instead of looking for a cure, I had learned to embrace. In other words, I wasn’t willing to give it up in a marriage. He claimed he understood and continues to try but he does have his jealous moments which I completely understand.
So he really surprised me one time when he said he had been talking to his friend who owns a machine shop just north of the San Antonio airport about having an after-work Friday night party and he wanted me to go.
I said, “It sounds to me like an all guys type of party. Why do you want me there?”
He said, “Because, my exhibitionist wife, we want you to be the entertainment.”