Never in a million years did I think I would run into my old roomie from college! But there she was, across the room eating dinner with a hunk of a man. There was no ring on her finger so I knew that he was a boyfriend not a husband. And then the memories started flooding my mind of our college days and how we shared more then a dorm room and my pussy began to get soaking wet. I had to go over and say hello and I was hoping that all the time that had elapsed since our wild days would melt away and she would share her tasty morsel with me. Walking over to her my heart beat faster and the juices were flowing. It was just as I hoped it would be. We went to her place after dinner and shared her hunk just like the old days. It was the best dessert ever!
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Lets Celebrate!
Imagine my moaning and screaming – what’s that remind you of? Maybe like the Native Americans when they too get excited and dance about making whatever sounds they make. Well me, I’ve switched it up a bit and as these cocks please me you can only enjoy hearing these moans and screams of excitement. A type of excitement you could never give me. But you already know that, you can’t do anything right let alone fuck me like these guys. Fuck me fucking good you stretch my holes to all their limits. Make me scream and make noises you have never heard before. Do you know why you could never please me this way… help me relieve my sexual frustrations? You know… you’re just too much of a bitch to admit it. You’re a tiny cock motherfucker who could never please a woman. Even if your fucking life depended on it! So if you don’t mind (and we both know you don’t) go ahead and step aside and watch as some real men get to work. They work hard to please me, to fill my cunt up with their massive cocks while you sit over their rubbing one out with a measly two fingers. Wow, that’s pathetic. Laughable of course, perhaps it would make you even harder over there if we were to allow ourselves to laugh at you desperately wishing you were man enough to fuck a woman such as me! Mmm, no no, you just listen. Listen to the sound of their cocks pushing my holes to their limits. To the sound of my loud loud screams. My excitement and pleasure is clear… I’m sure the neighbors think we are celebrating Native American Day… but we both know that the only thing we are celebrating are these giant fulfilling cocks and you’re sure to celebrate by cleaning up all the cum.
Playing with frat boys.
So I found myself with an invite to a Frat party as a form of entertainment. This silly little boys might have been thinking they were just going to get some slut in leather, but they were so very wrong.
I showed up at the pig pen at the appointed time, my long coat wrapped tightly around me and my black suitcase. It was clear these young lads had no clue to how stupid and pathetic they really were. Each one was seeming to show off just how manly he was. Moving into the living room, I set my suitcase on the coffee table and removed my coat. I frowned deeply at the cat calls and whistles as I revealed that I was wearing a full black leather bodysuit with a red corset.
I was reaching into my suitcase when I felt a hand on my backside. Reacting, I stood up and slapped the hand away with my riding crop. Looking to the young man, I glared. “No one may touch the Mistress without permission.” I told him, but he just gave a laugh and reached out to touch me again. I whipped his hand hard, then his face. “What did I just say?!” I growled at him. The boy looked shocked that I had hurt him. “…the fuck? We paid you for you.” he tried to whine.. I hate whiners. This one needed a lesson in manners. Getting back into my things, I pulled out a set of leather cuffs and with a little work, I had them hanging from the wood beam over the living room. I had the rude boy come to me and I locked him tightly into the cuffs.
“Now the real fun comes in, my dear one.” I purred. His Frat brothers were gathered around, on chair and couches. I cut his shirt free, giving a nod of approval at his chest but then I pulled his pants and boxers down. He had tried complaining about this, but I did so without him. His naughty little secret was out there now. He really did want me to be there.. just got him.
This big tough talking man had on a pink lacy thong and clearly a teeny tiny dick. I couldn’t help but start laughing. “Oh my little prize!” I said as I reached out, touching it for all the other boys to see. It was clear he was getting hard, though he didn’t really grow in size. “Oh don’t worry my lovely..” I cooed, “You’re going to love this my little tinky winky.” Getting into my goodies, I pulled out a huge black dildo and after applying some lube, I shoved it up his cute little ass.
He came on the spot but that didn’t stop me as I thrust it in and out of him. “Tell all your brothers here what you really love!” I yelled at him and as he shuddered, he cried out, “Big black cocks!!”
Grinning, I knew my work with this one had only just started.
My Wicked Indulgence
Two beautiful victims, Cassandra and Fiona. Both needing and wanting his brutal attention. Both begging for the ultimate abuse, degradation and pain. They both live to bleed for him, would gladly die for him and love to be used by him. When he is aggravated or stressed he can take it out on either one of them. Both of their pussies throb and flow hot and wet for his brutality. The savage beast in him is soothed as he beats them before fucking their bleeding and broken bodies until he is satiated. He loves both of them in his own sick and twisted way and they love him. He fears that one day he will beat them to death and have to fuck their corpse and then try to find a way to dispose of it. And he admits that his biggest fear is also the ultimate fantasy. That he often masturbates to the fantasy after he has brutally assaulted them and they are laying beaten, broken and bloody on the floor next to his bed.
He brought them to me for a session. Why he cares how they really feel deep inside is beyond him. But after several sessions with me he is beginning to dig deeper.
They are both just as beautiful as he said. Both adamant about needing the abuse like the air that they breath. In our session together I gave them the abuse they crave just like he does. I have to admit that I derived a great deal of sexual satisfaction and felt empowered as the abuser. It was much like the power I feel when humiliating my husband during cuckold sex.
I look forward to many sessions with the three of them both watching the girls be abused and abusing them myself. I must confess that I have no intention of trying to help any of them now that I have tasted the thrill of abuse.
Using them will be my wicked indulgence.