1. Owning a Dominant Bitch - Complete


    Date: 7/6/2015, Categories: BDSM, Fetish, Hardcore, Author: qudduse, Rating: 100, Source: xHamster

    and the area around it began to swell immediately. He charged as I peppered him with quick shots but he was too big for me and I was slammed against the wall. ‘Oh shit,” I thought as my hurt ribs seemed to explode and cause stars to dance in my vision. ‘Screw the boxing,’ I told myself, ‘this is a fight.’ As he tried to bear hug me I brought my knee up sharply catching part of his groin, he winced but it wasn’t a dead on shot, so I tried with the other knee, and caught him perfectly. He released me and grabbed his crotch as I began hammering him with punches as fast as I could, backing him up as I followed. He crashed into the door and fell to the ground outside the room, even with the help of his group trying to hold him upright. I grabbed the door and yanked it shut before anyone could get to it. I set the deadbolt lock and the slide bar before heading back to the stall were Wendy was peeking out. “Are you ok?” she asked concerned. “Yeah,” I winced as I took a breath, “just knocked the wind out of me.” It was a lie but she seemed to have enough problems. She looked me over as if to be sure and then began summoning her courage again. “I need your help,” she hesitated and blushed deeply. “I’m being blackmailed by someone and the k**s at school say you helped Diane.” I leaned against the wall as she explained that another girl at our school was blackmailing her and she had no one to turn to. She had heard the erroneous rumor that I had saved Diane from a blackmailer and now ...
    she wanted me to help her as well. She constantly glanced at her watch while telling the story and finally she stopped almost mid-sentence. “I don’t have time to tell you everything,” she hesitated again and the blush returned. “I have to do what she says because she will punish me if I don’t.” I didn’t say anything and watched as she pulled off her top to reveal her bare tits. I know I was staring because she was suddenly waving a permanent marker in front of my face. “I need you to write on me,” Wendy explained, “On my breasts… ah…I mean tits.” “Write what?” I quizzed. “She wants,” the girl started and then almost broke down, “I need you to write SLUT on one and WHORE on the other.” “Fuck this,” I said, “You might be able to see it through the shirt and we still have to get out of here.” Wendy’s eyes went wide. “NO, PLEASE!” she cried, “You don’t know what she is capable of. I need you to do it or I have to find someone else. It’s all part of her sick games. PLEASE DO IT!” She began to sob and some of her makeup began to run. “Ok, ok,” I said as soothed her the best soothingly as I could, “Show me what you need me to do.” She showed me where to write and how big to make it. The two words were very large and barely fit on her ample breasts. She looked at her watch when I finished and must have realized she was almost out of time. She Wendy took a deep breath and turned her back to me before bending over to expose her bare ass. “I need you to write your phone number on my ass,” ...
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