Submissive whore mommy Jessica is patiently waiting for Daddy to get home. I’ve been a naughty slut and word got back to Daddy that I was sucking dick without his permission. I know that I’m going to be punished when he gets home and I have to admit that although it turns me on, it’s so humiliating when he punishes me. It’s embarrassing when he bends me over his knee and spanks me like I’m a little girl. I try not to let Daddy see me crying but the sting of his hand across my bare ass brings tears to my eyes with every strike. He knows that and he makes sure that I can feel how powerful and strong he is through his blows across my ass. He keeps me on the verge of tears but brings me right back by rubbing my little pussy and teasing me. It’s humiliating when he makes me stand in the corner with my back to him after he spanks me. He strokes his big, hard cock and comments on the bright red hand prints across my skin. He always asks if I’ve learned my lesson yet and the answer is always “yes sir” even though we both know that he’ll have to continue to punish me the entire time that he owns me. This time, Daddy knew that a spanking was just the start of the punishment that I deserved. He stood me in the corner after he spanked me and scolded me for a while. Then, he made me bend over and grab my ankles. I thought that he would just beat my ass with his thick, leather belt like he usually does but instead, he shoved his rock hard dick into my ass and started force fucking me with no lube or anything. I knew better than to cry or scream but it really hurt the way he reamed my dry asshole. My hole prolapsed around his huge dick but Daddy didn’t give a fuck. His only goals were to punish me and to shoot his load so he kept thrusting in and out until he did. He busted his load and then made me lick him clean before standing me back in the corner to think more about what I had done.
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Jacqueline Becomes A Hot Submissive Slut For Her Masters
I loved being a submissive whore this weekend more than everl! As I lay spread eagle on the cold concrete floor of the abandoned warehouse, my heart raced with anticipation. Dominic approached me slowly, his eyes burning with desire as he ran his rough hands over my body. He tied my wrists tightly to the metal rings embedded in the ground, pulling them up above my head until they were stretched taut. The rope bit into my skin but I didn’t care; all that mattered was feeling him inside me again.
He stood back for a moment, taking in every inch of me exposed and vulnerable before him. His gaze lingered on my breasts which jutted out from their restraints begging for attention. With a smirk playing at his lips, he reached down and pinched one nipple hard causing it to ache with pleasure-pain mixed together perfectly . “You’re so fucking beautiful when you beg,” he growled low in his throat making sure everyone knew who belonged where at this moment .
Without further ado ,he knelt between my legs teasingly running his tongue along wet slit causing me shudder uncontrollably underneath him . His fingers found their way inside me once more preparing me for what was about come next while continuing oral assault driving both of us wild with passion . Just when think couldn’t take anymore ,he positioned himself at entrance pushing slowly yet firmly inside filling every corner inside once again claiming what rightfully belonged only him alone .
As he began thrusting harder faster deeper into pussy ,I arched back against restraints moan ing loudly feeling every inch of him stretching me out completely . The sound of our skin slapping together mixed with heavy breaths filled the air around us creating an erotic symphony only meant for each other’s ears alone .
With one hand gripping onto my hip firmly ,he reached around grabbing hold fistful hair pulling back head forcing me to look into his eyes as he took control both physically emotionally pushing boundaries further than ever before . His hips slammed against mine relentlessly driving both closer towards climax neither wanting let go until finally reaching peak simultaneously screaming each other’s names as waves pleasure washed over them leaving them spent but wanting more still.
Pedicured Princess: A Extreme Foot Fetish story!
This guy, John, had me so damn worked up. He wasn’t your typical foot fetishist. No, this man was a foot worshipper, and he knew exactly how to make my toes curl. Pun intended!
He started slow, asking permission to admire my feet—oh, how I love that dirty talk! He went on about how my feet were so prim and proper, like a proper lady should have. But little did he know, I had a secret fetish of my own. I craved the dirty, the taboo, and John was about to deliver.
He began licking and sucking my toes, tongue weaving between them, sending shivers down my spine. Then, with a wicked grin, he took the whole foot in his mouth, slurping and sucking like a hungry babe.
But that wasn’t enough for this foot fetish freak. John reached for his pants, and out came his thick, throbbing cock. He placed my foot on his lap, the other caressing my sole, as he began piston-like movements. My pussy was dripping wet, and my feet were getting a workout of their own.
He fucked my foot, yes, fucked it good! While he did so, I imagined my feet wrapped around his meaty shaft, a sight I knew would be sinful and wrong but oh so right.
John was a man on a mission. He flipped me over, spread my legs, and dove into my pussy, feet still getting the VIP treatment. He licked and sucked my juicy cunt, making me squirm and moan. Then, with a grunt, he stood up, positioning himself at my feet.
He slammed into me, feet-first, making me gasp. The depravity of it all—having my pussy and feet worshipped—was a rush like no other. John fucked me senseless, the filth pouring from his mouth, calling me his foot bitch and slut.
It was disgraceful, it was debauched, but I loved every minute. That’s my story, an unromantic, wild foot fetish romp, and it gets me so damn horny every time!
My Gangbang phone sex Extravaganza
This filthy slut with a penchant for the extreme, my ultimate fantasy involved a wild gangbang. Multiple cocks, a kaleidoscope of pleasure—that’s what got my juices flowing.It started with a chance encounter at a local bar. A group of hunks noticed my appetite for flesh and fun. They offered me a ride home, but we all knew where this night was headed.
In the back seat of their car, hands groped my body, making me moist. Three pairs of hands, three hungry mouths—it was like a carnal initiation.We reached my place, and the real fun began. I was the center of attention, surrounded by eager bodies. Their hands all over me, stripping me bare, made me feel like the sex queen I was born to be as they pushed me onto the bed.Cocks of all shapes and sizes surrounded me. I couldn’t get enough—sucking, licking, taking them one by one into my greedy holes.
Then, they started fucking me for real. First, one rammed my pussy, while another violated my tight ass. They pounded me mercilessly, and I loved every minute of it. My body was on fire, the sheer animalistic energy in the room making me wild.
Another pair of hands pinched my nipples, sending shocks to my core. I was drowning in pleasure, each thrust an affirmation of my slutty existence.They pounded me into submission, cumming in my mouth, my pussy, and all over my body. I was a mess—drenched in sweat and cum, yet craving for more.That night, I became the gangbang queen, and the memory still makes me wet. There’s nothing like being at the mercy of a group of horny guys, their primal instincts taking over.
It’s a fantasy fulfilled—an erotic tale I’ll recount forever, remembering the gangbang that left me breathless and begging for more.