1. The Devil's Pact Slave Chronicles Chapter 2: Julie, Naked in the Park


    Date: 6/17/2015, Categories: Fantasy, Blowjob, Domination/submission, Exhibitionism, Humiliation, Male Domination, Male/Female, Mind Control, Water Sports/Pissing, Author: mypenname3000, Rating: 87.5, Source: sexstories.com

    short enough that I could take his entire length and it only tickled my tonsils. I felt so self-conscious as Karl started fucking my face—strong hands gripping my honey-brown hair; I felt like a blow-up doll as he grunted and moaned—sure that a hundred people were watching me be such a brazen hussy. What if someone sees me that I know? Blowing a man in the park, even your boyfriend, was the sort of rumor that would dog you. It could ruin my job if my employers found out it was one of the cooks I had behaved so shamefully with. And I would be absolutely mortified if my father found out. He was a Methodist preacher, and he'd have a heart-attack thinking his daughter was some sort of pervert. The more I dwelt on how embarrassing, how humiliating, this situation was, the more my skin prickled, and the more my twat dripped honey down my thighs. Why was I so turned on? It wasn't blowing Karl. I've never enjoyed giving a blowjob. It was something you did to get a guy to go down on you, or because you didn't feel like spreading your thighs and letting him stick his cock in your snatch. So why was this so exciting? God, was I getting turned on by being watched? By being humiliated? “This is what your mouth was made for,” Karl moaned. “Instead of snapping at people and being a stuck up cunt, your mouth was made for sucking my cock.” Well, that was true; his cock just perfectly fit in my mouth, and it wasn't unpleasant when he fucked my face. I normally would never let another man ...
    treat me like this, that's for sure. Of course, I never loved a man as intensely as Karl before. His thrusts became more violent, his balls smacking against my chin. They were heavy and covered in thin, yellow hair. His moans became animalistic grunts, primal, masculine, dominating. I was merely an object to be used for his pleasure, a living sex toy—a doll. How degrading! My fingers found my twat, and rubbed through my dripping lips. I was so primed with lust that the merest brush of my fingers across my aching sex exploded the passion within me. I moaned about his cock, and clung to his hips to keep from collapsing beneath the rapture that blasted through my body. “Oh, yes, keep humming,” he panted. “You nasty cunt!” I was surprised when he ripped his cock out from between my lips. His dick bobbed before me, his fist a blur as he pumped at his cock. “Fucking hell! God fucking damn it!” Cum jetted at me, splashing on my face and neck. A second blast landed on my tits and a third on my right shoulder and hair. I could feel it running thick and gooey down my skin. How much more humiliating would this get? I frigged my pussy faster, aching for another cum. “I want you to jog around the park covered in my jizz like the whore you are,” Karl ordered, squeezing his cock from root to tip, forcing out one last dollop of cum. It hung like a white teardrop from the tip, then splashed on my forehead, hot and gooey. “Alright,” I whispered. My cheeks were flaming red with humiliation. I stood ...
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