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

    second to come back to reality. “Um… yes,” he said, then added quickly, “That is, not just your boots. I mean, your whole outfit’s great. It really shows off your legs. The boots, that is. Your whole body’s great, don’t get me wrong, but your legs are really great.” Wendell could’ve died. Could he be more of an idiot? Couldn’t he think of another word besides great? “Well, thanks, Mr. Pathetic,” she said, crossing her legs. “But the answer is Fuck No. I’m off for the night.” Wendell stood there confused. She couldn’t be off. He just saw her doing a lap dance for someone not ten minutes ago. A fairly risqué dance, if he saw it right in the dimly lit booth. It looked like she was giving the guy a hand-job. “Oh. Well, sorry to bother you,” he said. Then, hopefully, “Maybe after your… break?” He couldn’t wait to run his hands over her body and feel her ass bumping against his cock. The thought of it gave him the beginnings of a chub. “I’m not on break, I’m off for the night, shit-for-brains,” she said, with an exasperated huff. Everything she said to him ended in an insult, Wendell noticed. He also noticed how great her tits looked pushing up out of that lacy bra. Then, he saw her share a quick, unsettling look with her friend. “But…” she looked straight up at him, smiling. “If you beg me, I might… punch back in and dance for you. Right Karolyn?” Karolyn answered her by taking a long look at the small bulge in Wendell’s pants and smirking. Wendell said “Beg? What do you mean ...
    beg?” Diana said, “You know, beg. On your knees. Get down on your knees, lick my boots and beg me to dance for you.” She took a long drag from her cigarette and held it in, sharing a look with Karolyn and trying not to laugh. Wendell stood slack-jawed. “Oh,” she added, blowing the smoke out in his face. “And I’ll only do one dance, and I want a five-hundred dollar tip.” Wendell was stunned, unable to answer. Five hundred dollars! Even though he was a millionaire (barely), thanks to his stock shares at ResearchPharmagenics where he was Vice-President of Incidentals (Government/Heavy Industry Division), it was still a lot of money. And begging? Licking her boots? This was crazy. And unfair! Everyone else in here only had to give a woman a twenty-dollar bill and they would twist on their dick like a cheap Mexican whore, and he had to beg for it? It figured. Wendell just didn’t have luck with women. All of his life, even average-looking women disdained his wimpy looks (he’d never done a single bit of exercise in his life and his thin, soft body showed it) and wouldn’t even talk to him, much less date him. And the acne-scarred fatties that eventually would agree to socialize with him found his awkwardness around women more annoying than endearing. He’d never had sex with a girl more than once (including the fat foreign-exchange student that he lost his virginity to), and his last sexual experience was more than five years ago when he was in grad school. It went so badly he was afraid ...
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