simplyblackandwhiteerotic
fortunatelyfuriousgiver
princessbabysnakes
She texted him from work and told him to be waiting for her on the bed, naked and on all fours. He felt so vulnerable, so exposed, and both frightened and excited by what was to come. To his right laid his belt, per her orders, so he knew he would taste her harsh lashes and carry the marks for several days. And even though he knew she believed corporal punishment should always produce tears, he was still hard for her and aching for her touch.
She’d also used “the” word in her text—”bitch”—that let him know the second act: she was going to take her strap-on girl cock and make him her whore. She was now comfortable enough that when she fucked him, it was so brutal that it felt like her girl cock was splitting him in half. She never let him forget that she was taking his manhood, shriveling up his male ego. She was taking his hole and turning it into a pussy. He was her whore, and she always made him beg her to fuck him hard, to use him like he was a bitch in heat. And thinking about it only made him harder, almost frenzied with the craving to give in to her.
He desperately wanted her. He desperately wanted this. He needed these moments where he was reduced to nothing more to her than a toy that existed solely for her own pleasure and enjoyment, an anonymous slave she could objectify and brutalize without regret.
As he heard her car pull into the garage, his cock began to pulse with anticipation. Then he heard two car doors slam shut and a second muffled voice. He had to fight hard to stifle the instinctual urge to flee. But he stayed put. This was where she wanted him. This was where he’d stay.
miss-alpha-wolf
onlyshecums
growlbadkitty
