I haven’t even be able to sit down most of today, every time I do it hurts. Last night Master had gotten home from a night out with his friends. They were playing cards and it seemed he had last quite a bit. He was frustrated, I know how much he hates to lose and I especially know how angry it makes him. He of course find a way to make his bad night my fault, it was because I was behind in my chores when he left that threw him off. So Master took me into the room and stripped me down. He bent me over the bed and began to spank me hard and repeatedly. I could feel my ass cheeks feel warmer and sting more each time he spanked them. He did this for quite a while until finally I heard him take off his pants. He then gave my ass another round of very hard and rough slaps. Then without warning he forced his cock into my ass, fucking it deep into my ass. He continued with his punishment of me until he finally blew his load in my ass.
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Wicked Games
Master and I were playing one of our wicked little game we love to play. I was the naughty slutty stewardess who seduces him and makes him be a naughty boy and fuck around on his wife. We pretend he is married and as the stewardess, I come over and lure him away from his wife with some lame excuse to meet me in the back. He follows me to the back where I push him into the bathroom and I lock the door behind us. I tease him with my tongue along his sweet tasting shaft and then say no when he tries to go further until he is so fucking rock hard he can’t stand it and he takes me right there banging me hard right there in the bathroom with his wife still sitting in the seat waiting for him to return.
Fuck you bitch you’re not my boss your husband is
Mrs. McCartney is a fucking bitch, and she walks around her house like she’s better than everyone. This fucking whore dares to tell me I don’t clean her house thoroughly enough. I listen to the old bat because I need my job And I don’t want to get fired. Her husband, Mr. McCartney is my boss, and I do extra favors for him to make sure I don’t have to deal with her entirely. I’ve been planning for at least seven months now to get Mrs. McCartney out of the picture and be the replacement wife. I thought I was happy being the mistress but I cannot stand the way that woman walks around pretending she’s better than me. If Mrs. McCartney, the fucking stink pussy whore only knew that her husband was fucking me, eating my pussy and eating my ass out like a fucking porn star she would die. What would that old bitch do if she knew that I was better than she could ever be in bed and everywhere else? I look at her sometimes and laugh. I say to myself you are a fucking lucky good-for-nothing bitch. I want to slap her face but like I said I need this job. I usually go into Mr. McCartney’s home office and give him blowjobs. He cums down my throat and turns me into a cum guzzling cum dumpster skank. I like to wear little tiny skirts and little bitty bikini panties. When I get all dressed up it makes Mrs. McCartney so upset she gets so fucking jealous. I don’t care though I’m glad I make that bitch have a bad day I would do it for free if I could. Whenever Mrs. McCartney’s husband’s cock is in my mouth, he tells me she’s a whore. He Twirls his dick head around my lips while I look into his eyes which makes him so fucking horny. Sometimes we even fuck while she’s upstairs he puts his hands over my mouth to keep me from screaming And then he pounds my cunt hard. I am such a slut for Mr. McCartney, and soon we’re going to have his bitch of a wife cleaning my cunt cream off of her sheets. I can’t wait.
fatal attraction
I was working at a bar part-time, and the bar owner grew a sick obsession with me. My boss wanted me to herself and when I resisted and told her I had a boyfriend she didn’t take it lightly. I needed the job, and she knew I would do anything to keep it. My boss felt humiliated that I turned her advances down. My boss decided I needed to learn a lesson. I was going to be her submissive whore If I wanted to keep my position. I ended up in her office after a heated debate she told me it was time to for me to spread my ass she was going to fist me hard and rough. I had no choice I listened, and I was her amusement for the night. I was going to be taught a lesson, and I was going to be her slut like it or not. I had never been so dominated by a female ever in my life. I was such a strong gal I never would of pictured this.
Bondage Whore Bernice
I want to be your bondage whore. Nothing gets me wetter than being tied up, helpless and at your mercy. I met Tony at a bondage club. We hooked up afterwards. He knew how to tie a strong knot. He bound my legs together and restrained my arms securely behind my back. I couldn’t move. I couldn’t even wiggle my hands out of the ropes. Sometimes guys don’t secure me properly and I can undue the ropes. I am double jointed in the left arm, which helps me get out of predicaments like this one. Tony knew my secret, so he secured me in away that my ability wouldn’t help me. I felt totally restrained. I just met him, so I had no clue what he could do. It was risky bringing a stranger back to my place. I have done it before and it has rarely gone well. One guy left me tied up for three days. Left me alone. No food. No water. No ability to get to the bathroom. My son and daughter found me when they came home from a three day weekend with their father. I told them a burglar got into the house, but I never believed that they bought my story. The same thing could have happened with Tony. It didn’t happen. Tony took his time with this submissive whore. He circled me like a hungry vulture deciding what he could do to me now that I couldn’t fight back. He spit in my face. He smacked my big tits. He sodomized my ass with a beer bottle. He pissed on me. He even took a huge dump between my tits, then pushed them together to smear the shit around. I was not expecting that. He came on my shit covered tits. I thought he was going to leave me there smelling and bound, but he untied me, so I could take a shower. It was a degrading evening. What would you do to me if you had a captive audience?















