“Being a hard fucking reporter does have its down side..” Clarissa mused.
“Clarissa I would wait.. No I would.. Butt, butt..” Angie was objecting to the same style that has got her ahead in this cutthroat business.
“Look Ang, if we wait then we will miss the chance cuz in a hour the Gambler will be gone” applying the final touch to her lips. “So what do you think” Clarissa asked so suddenly that all Angie could do is stare, slack jawed and wet. Very wet even as she toyed with her cunt. “Thanks, some how I knew that I would get the blown away answer from you” Clarissa grabbed ahold of Angie’s bum as she passed. Stopping just beyond the threshold to the group Moanroom, “Wish me luck” blowing Angie a lick through her gloss red lipstick.
“Yeh.. (trying to control her spasming hips) good lick” Angie was failing at control. Butt her fantasy of Clarissa tongue flanked by that shade of red just drove her hips forward.
Kneeing on the table, tits pointed straight forward, clit lusting for someone to touch it. Clarissa froze as the Gambler fingered her wet hole.
“I bet you want ‘the interporn’. Umm..” checking something behind Clarissa’s body. “Only if you can win just one hand of Mmm.. poke-her” her finger targeted Clarissa’s clit. “You’ve lost the first round” she said.
Nodding before the first word left the Gambler’s mouth, trembling with the need to cream by the second word. “Yesss.. Oh ye.. (swallowing hard) I cum OooohOooohOooohOoooh..” Clarissa moaned.
“Oh such a cute face” now playing with Clarissa’s bound tits. Each tit wrapped in its own leather binding. “Butt..” breathing heavily in Clarissa’s ear. “Ooo, you’ve lost again” the whisper was there..
Butt all Clarissa wanted was to have her orgasm even if it meant.. “OooOoooOoooo fuckkk Mmm.. Mmmmmmmmm” thrusting out her hips. Clarissa’s cunt looking for the same finger that had turned her world upside down only seconds ago.
“You, my future sex slave are not bearing too well” following her down on the table where just a light spanking away from a double loss.
“You are.. sOoo, fuck Mmm as I.. OooOoooOoooo (yea, I win one not squirting..)..” Clarissa’s breath trapped between her lungs and her mouth. “..No you can’t.. Ooo Ooooh Ooo yes yesss.. OooOoooOoooo” loosing all sense of what was on the line. Butt the clipping of metal on metal drove Clarissa’s fantasy into overdrive.
“Tisk Tisk, you just creamed for..” the Gambler purred, allowing Clarissa her leg to rub against while sucking on her nips.
“Ooo fuckkk Mmmmmmmmm..” not even sure which end triggered the first in a double orgasm again. With her clit needing to orgasm or her nips languishing by the flicks of the Gambler’s tongue, either could have been first. “I’m cum.. OooohOooohOooohOoooh yesssssssss.. my tit.. nip.. OooohOooohOooohOoooh fuckkk.. yesssssssss” this did it now with only one last chance for any salvation. Knowing that the Gambler was all female gave her solaced. “No deep strokes cuming..” Clarissa was caught once again in mid thought.
“Oh what’s a matter my sweet” thrusting her faux cock deep into Clarissa’s darkest desire. “Do I have something that you weren’t expecting” giving a little tug to those nipple clamps that have arrested Clarissa’s firm points. “You are so easy to read that I could not have been any more transparent” pulling her new found cock back till the crown battered against Clarissa’s asshole. “You look so fucking tight and.. hot” the Gambler whispered thrusting with full force back into Clarissa’s asshole.
“I won’t (at least not out loud) cum.. not until..” taking a pause as her first silent orgasm lubed the fake cock. “Until you answer my.. my.. …” taking short breaths as the faux cock plowed into her pleasure zone.
“Mmm, I know you want to cream my sweet” flicking the nips that rose above the clamps. “Cum to mommy so I can spank your cute bum” as the dildo impacted full force into Clarissa’s asshole. “Fuck that felt so good, even better than I could do maybe..” ran though the Gambler’s mind.
“Pound.. pound my ass..e yes yesss yesssssssss..” Clarissa stopping before the dreaded next bump. Searching her memory looking for the one thought that would terminate any further pleasure pushes.
“Mmm let me keep.. pounding on.. on her asshole.. Mmm Mmmm” loosing herself after so much work? “I.. I..” cum on just fucking cum! “I.. Ooooh yesss OooohOooohOooohOoooh” the Gambler rang out as her clit was punched back once again by the faux cock. “Yesss, I just came.. and and Ooo fuckkk OooOoooOoooo” the thrust only made it half way as her body rebelled.
Slipping the blindfold off of Clarissa’s eyes. “You win (once again looking behind Clarissa’s prone body), you only have sex minutes so make it quick” doing short thrust’s as the joy ran though her body.
Tag: Bondage
EST: LAW & PUNISHMENT 105 Busty Buster Dream Master (FF MF MFF MFM BDSM ANAL BONDAGE SEXUAL VIOLNENCE)
These cases are the real reason why the Internal Sex Bureau Gangland has been formed. Any case, name, event is purely fiction. Butt the search for the truth will continue! With ISB Gangland insurgents inserted into every facet of organized and gang type activities.
This is their case, their story…
“Tisk Tisk, if I remember correctly” I said loudly. “This car is exactly in the same place as it was yesterday” my boots fell hard on the asphalt as I approached the driver side. The wrap to the window with my flashlight. My eyes flashing through what I could see. My cock hardening.
Opening the door, slightly just like this morning. “Officer, I.. well I didn’t expect you to” shutting my mouth down with the engine. Taking one last look at myself in the rearview mirror.
Taking a deep breath as he opened the door for me. The pop of the seat belt, the sting of the rough edges as they passed between my breasts. Slowly standing and offering my wrists to the Officer, not even bothering to offer an answer as my eyes were looking down.
EST: LAW & PUNISHMENT 104 Red Dream Master (FF MF MFF MFM BDSM ANAL BONDAGE SEXUAL VIOLNENCE)
These cases are the real reason why the Internal Sex Bureau Gangland has been formed. Any case, name, event is purely fiction. Butt the search for the truth will continue! With ISB Gangland insurgents inserted into every facet of organized and gang type activities.
This is their case, their story…
Plunging the bell. Listing to those magical notes. Watching my latest hire moving that spankable ass to the last table. “Lil, would you cum and see me before you go” always having to remind the help for their short memory.
“Today is payday so if she wants the check then” watching as her chest, her fuller chest is squeezed together. “Oh ho David, you have yourself a…” waiting for Lil to step in side the kitchen. “Go and grab the box from the back” looking to make sure she threw the deadbolt and flipped the sign from open to closed. Marching right behind that… My cock was stiff. Just from being this close!
“David!” I hollered still thinking he was at the stove. “There.. there is no box…” my heart was pounding like a mad woman as I was, was restrained! Feeling a cock.. the only cock in this place! It was pressing against my.. my ass crack!
EST: LAW & PUNISHMENT 103 The Cry for Sex Dream Master (FF MF MFF MFM BDSM ANAL BONDAGE SEXUAL VIOLNENCE)
These cases are the real reason why the Internal Sex Bureau Gangland has been formed. Any case, name, event is purely fiction. Butt the search for the truth will continue! With ISB Gangland insurgents inserted into every facet of organized and gang type activities.
This is their case, their story…
Stumbling, not sure of what just happened besides getting gang banged. I.. I touched myself as I felt the wetness. The, the bl… Stopping not twenty feet from my car as I stared at my hand. “No! This, this can’t be” I said in shock. Butt it was already too late. My hand was moving towards my mouth. The sent, one that I could not hide from…
The taste, the smell was all me! Even as I look down my legs to see the cum. To see my cunt, yes my aching, throbbing cunt begging for more. The radio startled me back to the present. My eyes widened with fear. My feet where running!
EST: LAW & PUNISHMENT 102 Cinco Mafiosos Dream Master (FF MF MFF MFM BDSM ANAL BONDAGE SEXUAL Violence)
These cases are the real reason why the Internal Sex Bureau Gangland has been formed. Any case, name, event is purely fiction. Butt the search for the truth will continue! With ISB Gangland insurgents inserted into every facet of organized and gang type activities.
This is their case, their story…
“Waiting is always the (radio static) 106.9 the Beat Down (radio static)” the thump against the drives side door in Lily’s Hot Hatch damn near gave her a heart attack. Cracking the door, “Yes, may I help you” drifted from my young mouth. The feel of having everything ripped away from you was happening again! The pull to my hair, other sting of gripping the door and having that ripped from you reach. The jerk to my body as I am pulled from the car. Knowing that one slip, one drag and I would be a bloody mess.
“Look what the kitty drug in” came this strong gaelish accent from the collector. Tossing Lily amongst my friends.
The grip changed hands butt was just as rough. “Mmm, esto no es lo que querías Héctor” as these words were spoken from a well read thug.
EST: LAW & PUNISHMENT 101 Lust, Passion, DPed Dream Master (FF MF MFF MFM BDSM ANAL BONDAGE SEXUAL VIOLNENCE)
These cases are the real reason why the Internal Sex Bureau Gangland has been formed. Any case, name, event is purely fiction. Butt the search for the truth will continue! With ISB Gangland insurgents inserted into every facet of organized and gang type activities.
This is their case, their story…
Getting awoken by the cool spray of water. Rolling over trying to shrug off the dream. As the rain now sounded like two people. Snapping open my eyes as my tensed.
“Puppy?” A coy call barely heard without any water that was running. Realizing where I was as the stretch came at the right time. On my knees, chest on the floor, arms out over my head. Going from the traditional stretch to the cat stretch felt so good. What felt even better was the surprise I got. The licking, the sucking on my, my.. Mmm! “Shit don’t.. don’t stop!” My legs started to slide butt I did not care cause of the immense orgasm that had claimed me!
Owned – Chapter Four – A lonely mom learns to love enslavement by grown son and his domineering girlfriend … Rape, Incest, Humiliation, (lots of) Forced Orgasms, Drugs, FFfM, BDSM, Long
Chapter 4 *- Call Me Abby*
The first time I met Melanie in person was on my back tied to my bed.
Frank Jr. was in my bedroom that morning doing FaceTime with her on the iPad when I came out of the shower in my bathrobe and a towel around my wet hair, telling her to come over and meet his mom. I was confused, both that he had a girl, and because up til then he had been treating this day like one of *those* days: I take some kind of pill he gives me, shower, then surrender utterly to whatever he wants to do to me for as long as he wants to do it. Plus, the restraints and flog were already laid out on my bed.
I never knew for sure which trip I was taking because he never told me. He only made me take the drugs once or twice a week, and never the same one twice because he didn’t want me to develop a tolerance to anything. But after performing my ablutions that morning, I was starting to feel the warm melty edges that made me think it was probably the X, which isn’t as extreme as some of the others.
Owned – Chapter One – A lonely mom learns to love enslavement by grown son and his domineering girlfriend … Rape, Incest, Humiliation, (lots of) Forced Orgasms, Drug Use, FFM, BDSM, Long
No one was harmed in the construction of this fantasy.
Chapter 1 – *No Pun Intended*
I may not be the smartest tool in the shed, but I like to think that I’m honest with myself. And according to this book I read on not being a victim, that’s one of the hardest things to do. But for the life of me I can’t figure out why my life is like this, now. Like, do people get what they deserve or is it all just random?
I’m not what you would call religious. Not anymore. I lost my faith when my son began using me for sex. Truth be told, I had always had doubts, but something about being your own son’s sex slave makes it pretty obvious that nobody is looking out for you no matter how good you were for all your damn life.
I think on some level I had always known the church was hogwash, but I believed in God. I guess my being so devoted to the church was my way of showing Him that I was good. And in return He blessed me with a demon child who was never happy and grew up a bully.
Kativa, The Desert Rose Ranger [Fantasy][f/M][Rape][bond][humil]
Kativa, The Desert Rose Ranger
Syn: A 19-year-old half-elf ranger girl is betrayed while on a quest to help rid an isolated city of the Bandits that terrorize it’s merchants.
Tags: Fantasy, Rape, Bondage, Choking, Light piss play, Punishment, Humiliation, Degradation,
Kativa Reference
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Ch. 1 – No Good Deed
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“How goes the hunt Kativa?” An Innkeeper asked the patron who just entered his establishment. The patron was Kativa Swift, a young half-elf Ranger girl who had spent the last three months clearing bandits from the trade routes north of Shutaku, an isolated Merchant city located between viscous mountain range and even more viscous desert. The ranger had just gotten back from her third lone expedition out against them. The rest of the Inn’s patrons all looked at the girl with hush anticipation.
“Let’s just say the Ghanzan bandits will have to change their name soon.” Kativa answered, referring to her success in her latest expedition in pushing the bandits out of the Ghanzan Mountain Range.
“Hazaaah!” One of the patrons cheered and was soon joined by the rest of the inn. Kativa smiled and laughed, feeling a sense of warmth from the adoration.
[F] Gooning, Inc [Bondage] [Orgasm Denial]
Wendy was a working woman. She was successful, if you measure success by salary. She worked for Mr. Smith, a multi-millionaire. Could you describe Wendy’s job as a “secretary”? No, not really. It was kind of odd; a job to fit Mr. Smith’s tastes as a man.
Wendy parked in front of Mr. Smith’s private estate: a sprawling mansion. A valet took her keys. What kind of house has a private valet? Well, he was a butler, but what’s the difference at that point? Wendy always found the thought of her five-year-old Honda being parked alongside new Teslas and Lamborghinis amusing. She walked into the mansion, greeted by the servants. No one in that personal palace, save for Mr. Smith, knew her job. At least, she thought no one did. They surely didn’t act like they knew what she did in that back room.
Mr. Smith, tall and elegant, walked down the swept-out steps of the entrance hall. He welcomed Wendy with a charming smile. “Shall we get to it, then?” he said nonchalantly, opening the door under the stairway. Wendy nodded, grimacing, and stepped into that dark closet-like room with only the pale light of a widescreen monitor illuminating it.