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

    panty-encased twat right into his face. Holding him tightly against her, she smoked while she bitched at him. “You fucking ugly cocksucker! Making me do this when I want to just sit for a minute and have a smoke? You needle-dick little faggot! I ought to fucking smack you in your fucking head!” And then she smacked him in the back of his head, keeping her pussy mashed against his nose, making it press her soft, white cotton panty crotch further and further inside of her. “Fuckin’ freaky retard!” Smack. “Pussy-sniffin’ dickless wonder!” Another smack, and so on, for the duration of the three-minute rap song that every other girl in the club was grinding dick to. As for Wendell, he scarcely noticed the slaps to his head. All he knew was that his face was finally in a pussy - and not just any pussy, Her pussy. Well, not her actual pussy, really – it was still hidden behind her lace-trimmed panties - but so what? It was still better than looking at pictures of pussy and wondering what it felt like. (He’d never even saw the vaginas of the two ugly fat girls that he’s slept with. He only stuck his dick in them for a few seconds, nothing more.) He’d waited his entire life dreaming of being up close and personal with a faultless shrine like this, and he couldn’t get enough. He wanted to always remember how clean and fresh it was, how soft it felt through the thin cotton. He never wanted to forget the feeling of her strong thighs pinning his head against the back of the booth. He’d ...
    never felt such bliss. He tipped her an extra thousand. For the rest of the night, Diana thought about what she did. She’d been righteously pissed and shouldn’t have lost her temper, but when he knelt down and starting licking her boots it was like he was clowning her right in front of her best girlfriend. And then, after making him smell her sweaty pussy and smacking him in the head about twenty times, she realized he was getting off on it and got even angrier. When the song was over, she quickly grabbed the extra money he held out to her and made him crawl out of the club on his hands and knees while she followed behind him. She’d kicked him in the ass as many times as she could, all the way past the cashier’s stand in the lobby, screaming that he was a fucking pussy bitch-ass punk motherfucker. It wasn’t until after he left that she realized how much money he’d given her. The owner of the club, an ex-dancer named Kari, tried to lecture Diana that night about her outburst. She’d put all of her savings (plus the money of some of her best long-time customers) into buying this place and making it into something she could be proud of. If she let the dancers beat the shit out of every guy that annoyed them, she’d be out of business in a week. “Diana, could I talk to you in my office for a minute?” she said calmly to Diana who was back sipping a drink and smoking with Karolyn. Diana smiled at her sweetly and followed her to the manager’s office, which was located in the back of the ...
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