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Bondage Whore Bernice

bondage whoreBeing a bondage whore is rough sometimes. I mean I like being tied up and abused. I do not like being tied up and left. And that is what happened with Jake. He was this younger guy I met in a fetish room for bondage on Reddit. He only lived 30 minutes away. He was looking for a submissive to play with and I was looking to be tied up. He looked like a normal middle-class man. Cute and clean. Did not appear to be a druggy type of guy. We discussed safe words and everything. I felt confident this would go well. It did for the most part. He tied me up in several different positions. We had fun. Until the end. I was tied up like the victim of a home invasion at the end. He left me on the floor bound and gagged with no one home. My daughter was on a date and my son was hanging with friends. I had no clue how long I would be like this. I had to pee. I ended up pissing myself. I was embarrassed but I had no way of getting loose. I was stuck in this position. Until my son and one of his friends came home. They were stoned and found my predicament humorous. My son mocked his submissive whore mother who smelled like a toilet. He told his friend who had to take a leak to piss in my mouth. He did not miss a beat. Pulled out his cock and pissed down my throat. So did my son. Now I really smelled bad. My son did untie me but not out of the goodness of his heart. He untied me to fuck me. His friend and him took turns tag teaming me. I acted like I hated it. But I loved it.

He Demanded Holiday Pay With His Cock

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“I wasn’t asking you.” His massive hand was wrapped in my hair, his cock mere centimeters from my willing, open mouth. “You are going to give us holiday pay.” He slammed his cock back down my throat, choking me and forcing me to swallow all ten inches of his juicy johnson. I was helpless in his grasp, a filthy submissive whore who needed this more than he could have ever known. Right then, all I knew was his meat in my mouth as he shamelessly and recklessly throat fucked me. I was lost and hypnotized by the rhythm of his hips, his cock slipping in and out of my hot, hungry little fuck hole. My pretty pussy was dripping under my skirt.
He yanked me up by the hair suddenly, his other hand slapping me roughly across my slutty face before settling tightly around my neck. “We are getting holiday pay, right whore?” He spit in my face, and I started to cry. It was so fucking hot, the way he was handling me like a rag doll. I knew I wanted, no needed, more of his viscous caress. He didn’t give me a chance to answer, ripping my soaked panties off my fat ass and shoved them right into my mouth.
He picked my fat ass up, threw me on the desk, and slid his throbbing cock up into my tight, soaked slutty slit. I was moaning through the panties, so he slapped me again. I could taste the blood in my mouth. It only turned me on more as he roughly fucked me there in my office, not giving me any choice in the matter. I nodded, crying out as I came on his forced cock. He spit on me, came on my face, wiped himself in my hair, and left. When he went, he left the office door open, and everyone was peeking through the door at my wrecked form.

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