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

    wimps, and judging from the way you’re sucking on my shoe like a cock-starved monkey, I’d say you were the biggest wimp in the world. So I’m going to charge you a special five hundred dollar homo tax every time you come in here. That’s before I even decide to dance for you. Five hundred dollars, cash, just to crawl up to me and beg me to dance. You got five hundred dollars on you, homo?” Wendell shook his head yes, gurgling into her shoe. “Well let’s see it.” She demanded. Wendell reached into his back pocket for his wallet and pulled out five crisp hundreds. She saw a lot more just like it stuffed inside. Shit, she thought. This could work out great. She pushed him away from her with her foot, knocking him to the carpet. “Now get over to that booth and wait for me, slurpy. I’ll be there in a minute.” As he crawled away from her towards the booth, she shared a high five with Karolyn, and wondered what she’d gotten herself into. She knew one thing: Even though she hated wimps in general - and this wimp in particular – for five-hundred dollar tips she was going to make the most of it. If Diana wondered what she was getting into, Wendell really wondered what he was getting into. He’d already put in a full days worth of masturbation going over the events of last night. He kept replaying the warmth and smoothness of her thighs, the scent of her wet panties, the way she yanked his hair and slapped him, the names she called him - he just couldn’t stop thinking about her. And now ...
    she was making him crawl through the club and fucking his mouth with her shoe? He couldn’t figure out why she was doing this. All he knew was that he wanted to be close to her pussy again too badly to say no. It was all making his head spin. When Diana finally approached the booth, Wendell stuck his hand out and spoke up first. Maybe she’d be friendlier to him if they could just get to know each other as people. “Hi. I never introduced myself. I’m Wendell.” Diana stared at him. “Wendell, huh? As in Wimpy Wendell? I’m Diana. As in Miss Diana. Where are you supposed to be right now, Wimpy Wendell?” Wendell thought for a second. “Um, on my… knees…?” She answered him by staring at him silently. Wendell slunk out of the leather booth and knelt down in front of her. Without warning, she slapped him in the face so hard that he fell to the floor, crying. He’d never been hit so hard in his life. “Ow!” He yelped. “Oh god! What the fuck! That really hurt. Ow. Ow. Ow.” “Shut up, you big girl,” she said, with surprising tenderness. She knelt down and gently put an arm on him and coaxed him up, speaking to him like a c***d. “Shhh, stop whimpering. Jesus. Shhh. Hey, it’s okay. Here, c’mon, get up. Back on your knees, that’s it. There.” Wendell found himself kneeling again, looking up at the most beautiful teenaged girl in the world. The teenaged girl who owned the only pussy he’d ever been next to. She held his crying face in her hands. “That hurt, huh?” she said, smiling sweetly. Wendell ...
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