| Straight: BDSM: Service Whore (1/3) |
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I was eager and ready for our next session. Thomas had lovingly prepared me for his purposes. I was wearing his favourite 5-inch black stilettos, my lace-topped black silk stockings, a flimsy black lace peek-a-boo bra, and my soft black satin blindfold. My wrists and forearms were strapped together with leather thongs, and I’d been hogtied and placed on my knees in place for the start of our playtime. Thomas gently ran both of his hands down the side of my face, before grabbing hold of my hair and pulling me forward. I opened my mouth to cry out and he shoved his cock into it. He began to thrust in and out of me, stroking my lips and throat with his wonderfully turgid cock. His grasp on my hair tightened, pulling my face up towards his crotch so that he could force himself even further in. My neck arched, and I gasped at the pleasure being given me. My cunt was starting to drip as I experienced each powerful stuffing that was being pounded into me. My face throbbed with each blow, as I gratefully took in every inch that he was giving me. Thomas grew with each rock of his hips, filling my mouth to the maximum stretching of my jaws. The tip of his cock was banging against the back of my throat until he yanked my head back enough to push it down my throat so that his whole cock was in my body all the way to his scrotum. My teeth were grazing its sides, causing sighs of contentment to come from Thomas. Thomas slid his hands around my neck, pressing on my windpipe and cutting off my breathing as he began to come deep into me. I swallowed as rapidly as I could to free myself to breathe again. However, this only seemed to increase the amount of sperm he was sending down my throat. He was coming harder and harder now, and I was spasming and shaking while a seizure came upon me. Thomas’s arousal grew stronger and stronger with each motion of my body. As I was just about to pass out from lack of oxygen, he pulled out of my mouth and emptied the rest of his load all over my face. He released his grip on me, and I sank down slightly with relief. His semen was soaking through the blindfold and dripping down my face. “That was just the start,” Thomas said, as I heard the soft rattle of chains. I felt his firm hold on my hands as he clipped one end of the chain to the ropes binding my wrists to my ankles. He started to lift me up off the floor with our pulley to suspend me so that I could be entered at his will. He fastened the chain to the loop on the wall, and then clipped the other end to my ankles fixing me firmly in position. I heard the familiar soft scrape as he moved his chair to the apex of my mound and seated himself beneath me. My breath began to come in gasps again from anticipation of what was to happen next. To my shock and surprise, however, I suddenly felt his fist being pushed into my soaking cunt. He commenced to push it into me with rapidity gaping me with extreme brutality. I could barely stand the pain, and |
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what a punishment!