Legendary Whore - Sex Stories

Legendary Whore

... again, wrapping your soft hands around the rest of my shaft. You expertly twizzle your tongue around your new toy. You like having a good mouth full and eagerly await my thick cream but I have over plans. As I’m about to jerk I let go of your hair and pull out of your vacuum. “I want you to cum on my face!” You say as you start rolling your fingers over my head, rubbing my shaft up and dwon with a twisting motion with the other hand. As you give me the best hand job I have ever had you reach down and start to play with yourself. Your fingers soon become slippery as the get soaked in your sweet nectar. “I was going to cum on your tits but....Haaaaaa!” As I speak you f***e your fingers inside my anus making me cum hard all over your face. You rub my prostate as you frantically polish my rod making another spurt of jism spurt all over your face. I pull your fingers out of my anus and back hand you. A tear drips down your face and I lean forward and lick the salty goodness of your tears off your pretty face. I wrap my hands around you throat and squeeze gently, just enough to let you know that you are mine. “Behave or I will punish you. Understand?” Your make-up now smudged all over your face has also left a mark on the back of my hand. I wipe it on your sweaty tits as you nod with a sexy grin and a growl. My disciplinary action struck a lustful nerve and you start to squirm, your hips rolling underneath you. You can feel your heart ponding inside you. Your warm wet snatch aching ...

... for me to be inside you. I scoot backwards a little placing my feet on the floor and start to wet my wick on your beautiful dripping wet lips. You grow impatient and doing a crunch you sit up a little and take hold of my shaft, popping me inside you. It feels so good inside you that it takes my breath away and almost as a reflex reaction I drive myself all the way inside you. You wrap your arms around me and start rubbing up and down against me while I’m inside you. It feels so good to finally have me inside you, you’ve been aching for it since I go up and brought you another coffee. “Hey! What did I say? I like to play with my food and tease a little first, you’ve ruined my fun. Get on your knees down on the floor.” You obey and I walk over to my dressing gown which is hung up on the back of the bathroom door and remove the long fabric belt from about the waist. You bow your head as I walk over to you and fold the belt in two. I kneel down in front of you. My throbbing shaft still hard, the wick so wet with your melted candle wax that you can smell yourself, even I can smell you on me. “Open up.” I tap you and the side of your chin and you open your mouth. “I’m sorry.” You say as you realise that the belt is for you to bite down on like a bit-gag but I’m not interested. “Shut up!” I kneel behind holding the belt in your mouth like a bridled hoarse. You start to tremble with apprehension wondering what your punishment will be. I start to rub you up and down with just the tip ...