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

    to ever try again. Instead, his social and sex life consisted of stroking his small dick and dreaming about all the cute girls he remembered from high school and college, sexy girls he saw walking in the mall, half the secretaries where he worked - “Well, dick-head? What are you waiting for?” Diana was really getting tired of this interruption. “Fucking whip out your cash, kneel down, lick my boots and beg. Or get lost, because me and my girlfriend here can’t wait to start talking about what a major dork you are, and we don’t want to seem rude by doing it in front of your face.” If he did what this woman wanted, who wouldn’t talk about what a dork he was, thought Wendell. But he didn’t know anyone here in Tampa, so what did he care if they talked about him? And isn’t this why he took the yearlong sabbatical from his company and moved here in the first place? So he could “explore some life options” and have a “period of personal growth and risk-taking”? And pussy is a life option, isn’t it? Pussy is personal growth, right? Fuck it. This girl looked like she was made in a sex-goddess factory. He didn’t care what he had to do. If he had to risk a little embarrassment to get her to stub out her cigarette and shake her ass for him, then so be it. He knelt, too nervous to look up at her. Leaning forward, he ran the flat of his tongue over the top of her boot while he reached in his back pocket for his wallet. “Please Miss, please may I have a dance?” he mumbled, licking at her ...
    boot again. “Please?” Wendell’s skin prickled with excitement. He as if the whole world was watching his debasement. He heard laughing and giggling around him. His penis grew fully erect and began to drip. He would never forget this moment - the taste of her boot-leather, the hot presence of her over his kneeling body, the overwhelming sexual thrill of his shame - for the rest of his life. Diana was so mad at him for calling her bluff and ruining her cigarette break that, after kicking him the face and telling him to quit slobbering on her and shut the fuck up, she pulled him by his hair and jap-slapped him right in the face. “Fucking asshole!” she spat. Then, still holding a hand full of his hair, she yanked him behind her as she stormed over to the nearest empty booth. Karolyn called after them, laughing. “Oooh boy! You’re in for it now, weirdo! Kick his ass, Diana!” she hooted. Diana threw Wendell roughly into the booth just as a new song was starting and pointed a warning finger at him. “All right, freak, you win. You wanted a dance? You got a dance. Happy? Now just shut the fuck up and give me your fucking money,” she said. Wendell, speechless and afraid, handed over five new hundred-dollar bills and a twenty. Diana snatched the money from him and then smacked his arms down. “Sit on your hands and don’t you dare open your mouth,” she commanded. He quickly obeyed. Then, climbing up, she stood astride Wendell in the booth, lit a cigarette, and shoved her sweetly perfumed ...
«1234...1213»