1. (Femdom story) Wendell and how he got that way by


    Date: 7/21/2015, Categories: BDSM, Fetish, Hardcore, Author: wickedguy333, Rating: 100, Source: xHamster

    said. “I had them on about an hour ago while I was getting laid.” Then holding his wallet in front of him, “Of course, I’m going to have to charge you just as much as if I was doing dances for you since all you do is sniff my pussy anyway, so enjoy it.” Wendell heard a new song start up as Diana and Karolyn dragged him to the pole at the center of the stage. A camera flash went off. Then another. Someone pulled off his shoes and pants. He was shoved down in front of the brass pole and his arms were taped tightly to it so that he was f***ed to kneel upright. Karolyn used his belt, and more tape, to tie his ankles behind the pole. He could move his hips slightly, and his head, but that was all. The DJ chimed in over the music as a new song started up. “Geee-entlemen, put your hands together for the lovely Diana! Center stage! Diana!” Diana took center stage to a noisy round of whistles and applause. She was wearing a sparkling red mini-dress with red heels and red thong panties. After taking her first, introductory prance around the perimeter of the stage, Diana gestured towards Wendell to introduce him. People were laughing hysterically at Wendell and his predicament, especially since his teeny cock wasn’t just peeking out of his shorts but was dripping a rather huge amount of pre-cum as well. Smugly, she sauntered over to Wendell and turned her back to him. Smiling at the crowd, she lifted her dress and pressed her bare ass into his face, covering it completely. His nose, ...
    already covered by pussy-wet silk, was f***ed deep between her tight ass-cheeks, rubbing against the sweaty moisture of her thong. She began vigorously bouncing her ass against his nose to the beat of the music. Wendell’s cock twitched up and down in frustration as she ass-smothered him, which caused the growing crowd to laugh and holler even more. Diana pulled away from him for a moment, giving him a clear view of the crowd of dancers and customers gathering around the stage to get a closer look. Craning his head to the left and right, he also saw that his image was being broadcast on the large television screens above the sides of the stage. He nearly fainted. Holy shit, this is all on videotape, he thought. If this ever gets out – Another flash went off. It was Karolyn, standing near the stage with an expensive digital camera. And on it went, for Diana’s entire three-song set. She ground the soles of her shoes in his face, kicked him in his chest, humped his nose, wiggled her butt-cheeks inches in front of him, yanked on his nipples, titty-slapped him, and generally made his cock scream out loud. In no time he was thrusting his hips like a madman, fucking nothing but thin air, desperate for orgasm and an end to his suffering. As her last song came to a close, she grabbed the pole and lifted herself up so that her legs were wrapped around Wendell’s head, smashing it against the pole and his face into her sweaty pussy. “Mmmmmmmmmffffffffffff!” he screamed, as Diana rocked her ...
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