We were just going to Hang Out Part 3 - Sex Stories

We were just going to Hang Out Part 3

... god please.” “Girl I going to have you, you going to beg me to have you, to take any way I wish,” she told me with a confident tone in her voice. Running her hands up my body I felt her hands on my boobs. She first pinched my nipples holding them tight in between her thumb and index finger, pulling them away, tugging. “Aaaaahhh, Please don’t,” I yelled! “Sensitive nipples, I see.” She pinched them harder as she pulled on them. I could not take it, now she was setting me a fire with desire; my nipples are very sensitive, just play with them can make me cum. She was pushing all the buttons, again the pressure was building, and I was going to burst. Holding my breast she really went at my pussy, I could feel it throbbing. “Oh shit, Fuck! Bitch stop it,” I yelled as I again squirted my love juice all over the floor, on her legs, covering the strap-on. My legs quivering, sticky with my juices, if I was not tied to the sawhorse I would have fallen off of it. So far I came five times and two of them were explosive. I heard her walk around the horse, grabbing my hair, “Ok, girl suck it, clean my hard dick of your cum.” I refused to open my mouth, my body my betray me, but I refuse to give her the satisfaction of doing anything easy. She tried to push her dildo into my mouth as with her pussy I would not open my mouth. She pinched my nose trying to force me to breathe in through my mouth; I held it as long as I could. When I open up to suck in some air she quickly shoved her ‘cock’ ...

... into my mouth. She was making me take the whole thing, feeling it in my mouth, I tried to push away. She just grabbed my head and hump. “Take it, girl Suck it all.” She said with a winded breath. Forcing the ‘cock’ in deeper I could feel it trying to go down my throat. I have deep throated real and fake cocks many times, but a rubber cock is different than a real cock, after all I did it last night for JT on Skype. I choose not to, which caused me to gag. I could taste my own juice on the dildo. The harder she pushed the more I gagged. At one point she made it, she had the whole nine inch dildo in, the rubber balls hitting my chin. I threw up, the sandwich and soup, which coated the strap-on, her leg and shoes. “Oh, bitch; you are a big mess maker.” I have the feeling I am not the only one that as vomited in this room. The bitch washed down the floor with a hose. Still chained to the saw horse I watched her wash down her legs, removing her socks and shoes and cleaning her ‘cock’. Walking past me, “I’m not done with you yet,” I heard paper tearing behind me. The taste of my lunch and of my pussy still in my mouth, “please no more, don’t touch me,” I pleaded. “Oh, I’m still hard,” she laughed. I felt her hands on my ass, spreading me wide to allow the dildo in my still wet pussy. “I thought you were a slut, you even get off getting face fucked.” I felt the prick entered my pussy in one fast deep motion. Pounding me again with a slow deep fucking, again pinching my nipples. I came ...