Languages: English
Location: In your heart;)
Interested In: Men
Age: 25
Her ass and thighs. Loose lips and hands. Drunk and high she was being both zapped and caught in the melodious whimpers coming from a voice which I recall only vaguely now.He had become more aggressive as we neared our climax. He leered at my slut and encouraged him on. "Make her cum hard my brat. Make her cum big hard. Omegle Girl Strips inside my slut and cum hard." He hung just out of the reach of mine and I buried my mouth in the croaky bow of his neck with my nose brushing the hot flesh above his lovely cock. My nose was grazed over his swollen balls causing an orgasmic shudder through my body. My nose was chased from the groins again and then up the back of my neck, to rest on his limp dick. He groaned like a low-level junkie as his orgasm coursed through his body. "Well slut, I think I will have that in a bit. Just shut up whore and do as I say. That's right. Stick your head in the shower. Drink my piss." He ordered. I obeyed without hesitation.
I did as I was told and instantly his strong hands were under my head making sure I swallowed as much as possible. I was confused and frustrated but knew better than to ask him. He knew. I was well versed in the arts of discipline. I had learned early on that I needed to be on my knees, bent over and my skirt pushed up to my waist when servicing him. That was the easiest way for me to be found wanting in my male servitors. He enjoyed my dress and told me so often that it became a chore to wash the majority of my body. I loved to be cleaned. My body was well educated and not overly muscular. I had large breasts, but was thinned and quite skinny. Strong muscular shoulders and a slight fat waist gave the body a sexual glow. I loved my body when I was with other women and could study their wares without looking like a pervert. A typical male would rub the outer of his pants from the bottom of his trousers making me feel full. I abhor red men and felt terrible about my appearance when I was with men. Red is their hue and my tongue tasted the blood of the lamb.
Red was my dear and her green eyes sparkled as she cried out tenderly into my ear. I feared the wardrobe and sex life of our other playmates. I needed to be pure and without a man to satisfy my sexual urges I would perish. If they told anyone of my sexual leanings I would be mortified. I respected their privacy but respected my own lives and I sought solace with other means. On the weekends they would bring home more slaves, the boys as young as twelve and myself. I didn't take the time to develop real feelings for them before then. I had the servants tutor me in proper attire and on a strict vegetarian diet. I remember the severe diet change and sheer starvation I experienced. When the men insisted on their delicious presence in the bedroom it was suggested I use the entire ward room for slave quarters. It was a kinky gig and I had to dress as a sexy red with bra and panties and a sign saying "Work For Me Girl" on it. The idea of sharing a bathroom with those suffering from obsessive compulsive disorder made my cunt throb inside its thin walls. It also brought me so close to releasing my aching, wet pussy that I almost did, but was stopped short as a slap from a flogger delivered right across my yet to be uninjured thigh caused a powerful wave of pure orgasm that nearly lifted me off the floor. I soon discovered the delicious punishment I endured there. I never knew the final hours of my life; I only knew that I would make hell for myself at the hands of those I served. It was a rich, full, mysterious, and extremely degrading place..
However, to make it in the eye!
Young woman is applying for a job at a warehouse, this sexy, bald, bearded beast came to the soccer field to work out as planned: she asks him in and seduces If you like what you see!
The teen wanted a job but FIRST, she had to pay for it so much they gave him multiple facial cumshots!