Mistress Cruel Love - Chapter 3 - Deviated Prevert - Sex Stories

Mistress Cruel Love - Chapter 3 - Deviated Prevert

... sleep.”

“Baby, I'm sorry but I can't tonight. I gotta get up early.”

“What? You get up early every day.”

“I mean, extra early tomorrow.”

“Why?”

“I got a meeting with HR.”

“Ohhhh...” Heather turned and propped her head up on one arm. “Is this about the Rhonda incident?”

Darius sighed and stared at the ceiling. “Yep.”

“So, you filed the complaint after all.”

“I did.”

“I'm telling you, you're wasting your time.”

“Baby, she harassed me.”

“First of all, based on your telling of it, that's not the impression I got. Second, even if it were true, they're never gonna believe you.”

“If that wasn't harassment, I don't know what you'd call it.”

“I think a woman who obviously has a crush on you, and probably a dominant streak, sensed that you were coming into your kinky, submissive side and decided to feel you out.”

“Oh, she felt me out alright!”

“Uh huh. And then she helped you fix your bench.”

“Ok...”

“Exactly. Everything I've said so far is perfectly okay.”

“You're leaving something out.”

Heather rolled her eyes, her tone growing more annoyed. “Then she asked if you were in an open relationship. When you said no, she backed off, right?”

“She did, finally.”

“So what's the problem?”

“The problem is I was dry humped at work.”

“Oh, Jesus Christ, Darius! Never mind! No pegging tonight! I'm not even in the mood anymore.” Heather pushed the giant, harnessed schlong off the bed. It hit the floor with a rubbery thud and a ...

... clang of buckles. She turned on her side; her back to Darius.

“Babe, I'm sorry...” he said, reaching out to her. He placed a hand on her side but she nudged it away with her elbow. Darius hated going to sleep with Heather angry at him. He never slept well if she wasn't happy. “I didn't mean to upset you, baby. Please, let me make it up...”

Heather didn't move for several moments, but finally sighed and rolled over.

“Give me head you filthy little beta bitch!”

Darius moved to the end of the bed and quickly got into position as she lifted her enormous legs. As he ducked down into her waiting cunny, she grabbed his head and crossed her heavy legs over his shoulders and back. Her doughy thighs pressed against the sides of his face as he dove into her pungent jungle with an eager tongue.

The rubbery aftertaste of the dildo and her thick juices from the previous climax were abundant. A half-gurgle, half-sputter erupted from his mouth as Heather wrapped her hands around his braids and plowed his face into her wet pussy.

“Tongue my snatch you fucking slut! Clean it up good before I cum again! All over your faggot face!”

Her heavy legs closed around him tightly and his head was crushed between blobs of pasty white flesh. His tongue dove into her slick depths as his nostrils desperately sucked in moist, musty air through her slick pubic hairs.

As Heather began to moan loudly and his tongue was worked raw, Darius could feel his penis rapidly hardening below. His ...