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The owner of that voice, a woman, radiated a cold authority mixed with a hint of evident delight at our discomfort. The moment they ripped off my gag and blindfold, my eyes, burning and slow to adjust, locked onto the figure before us. She was everything you picture as a female dominatrix personified, decked out in leather and lace. She was the very image of dominance and control, almost like she stepped out of every BDSM dominance, fucked up movie ever made.

Saturday, 6:00 PM The weekend had arrived, offering a brief respite for relaxation. My thoughts remained fixated on Hazel and the sight of her breasts tantalizingly escaping from her cleavage. However, I needed a different kind of diversion, something integral to my world, as it had always been. Hence, I decided to request the contact information of a British girl named "sub lolla" from a website. She boasted blood-red hair, an exotic aura, and a slender frame. Yet, for a dominatrix, these attributes held little relevance. What intrigued me was her willingness to submit and allow me control over her life and habits—an essential dynamic in my relationships. It's how I've learned to engage, an

None of my pack ever believed in BDSM, or have any interest in sex clubs, I heard what they said when this club opened. Running fingers through my hair, i watched a woman who was bent over a spanking bench get her ass tanned, her tender white flesh blushed a nice rouge as the man, her Dom, went at her for some misdemeanor. The scene left my cunt creaming, her skin was dark, and it took a lot for her ass to show any hint of red. I knew as I had been told before, finding a man to become my Master or Dom had put me in some bad situations, the men within my pack didn’t believe in taking a hand or cane to woman, let alone punishing her.

“Girlfriend? Oh shut the fuck up, I broke up with you weeks ago, or are you too dumb to get it? Amy! Four big, rough-looking men stepped out of the shadows behind me. They had come when I called. They didn’t ask questions. They just did what I paid them for. They grabbed him, tied him tighter, spread his legs wide so his cock and balls were completely exposed. He struggled, cursing, but it was useless. I walked up to him slowly. I slid my skirt up to my waist, showing him I wasn’t wearing panties. My pussy was already wet. “You loved breaking me,” I said softly. “Now I’m going to break you.” I turned to the four men. “Fuck me right here. Right in front of him and use every hole. Make me scre

Damian dominating me and Dorian worshiping me. It drove me insane. They pulled out. By the looks of their bulging cocks, they were not done with me. Not in the least bit. And I was ready, a little tired but lust clouded common sense sometimes. Dorian lubed his cock and laid on the bed face front. “Come sit on this, baby. I wanna feel that tight ass.” Eyeing his monstrous cock that made me wanton with lust, I crawled over in a little rush. “Every hole,” Damian said, spreading my legs wide as I lay back on his brother. His fingers parted my pussy lips to expose my swollen clit and entrance. “Look at her dripping for us, Dorian.”

“You’re going to carry a priest’s bastard while wearing your habit every day. Everyone will see your belly swell and never know it was conceived on the main altar.” The filthy breeding talk destroyed me. I came harder than ever, squirting around his cock as he pumped load after load deep into my womb. When he finally pulled out, he pushed a thick candle deep into my overflowing cunt and lit the wick, letting hot wax drip directly onto my clit while the candle fucked me. I thrashed and screamed in overwhelming sensation. Father Dominic stood over me, stroking his spent cock as he looked down at my completely ruined body — cum leaking from both holes onto the sacred altar, wax burns on my tits

Laura tasted sweet and salty, and Victoria couldn't get enough, then she sucked her clit, gentle then harder, while sliding two fingers back inside Laura's hands tangled in her hair, pulling her closer. "Oh god, Victoria..." Laura's legs started shaking, her hips lifted off the couch as she came, flooding Victoria's mouth,Victoria kept licking through it, swallowing every drop, until Laura went breathless. But they weren't done, Victoria stood up, her lips shiny with Laura's cum, and grabbed the thick strap-on from her desk drawer she then buckled it on, the base pressing right against her own clit, Laura's eyes went wide when she saw it. "Turn over," Victoria said. Her voice came out rough.

"I'M COMING FOR MY TEACHER!" Dominic didn't slow down. He wanted to finish the story with a bang. He gave five more massive, bottoming thrusts that felt like they reached my throat. I felt my world turn into white light. My pussy clamped down on him, and I screamed as the biggest orgasm of my life hit me. "TAKE IT ALL, BELLA!" Dominic roared.

The chair creaked loudly under us with every bounce. “Oh my god….yes…right there ahh!” I moaned, riding him faster. My pussy was creaming all over his cock, juices running down his balls and soaking the chair. I lost control, bouncing harder, screaming every time he bottomed out. “Daddy, fuck…your cock feels so good!” Dominic suddenly stood up, still buried deep inside me, and carried me across the room. He pinned me against the wall, my back to the cool surface, and started ramming into me hard. Deep, brutal strokes that made my whole body jolt with every thrust.

The Dom nodded to Ben so he tipped his head in return. There was a heavy set woman dressed completely in black leather who had another slimmer woman wearing minimal leather garments and a leash. Their blue and red rings were evident. Ben caught the cruel smile on the Dom's face as she yanked her sub closer to pinch the woman's nipple. The slim woman squealed and whimpered but the way she bit her lip afterwards gave away her true feelings.