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

    until she came. In between orgasms, she’d make him kneel and lick her shoes and suck her toes. While he worshipped at her feet, she’d sit and smoke cigarettes, talking to Karolyn or one of the other girls about men she was currently fucking, or men she wanted to fuck. Then, sometimes without even asking her friends to leave the booth, she’d panty-**** his face again. For her part, Diana should have been enjoying her time with Wimpy Wendell. All she was doing, really, was getting paid huge money to masturbate and drink with her friends. She never let Wendell talk to her, so there was no annoying conversation to put up with, and once she closed her eyes and started humping his face, she forgot he was even there. He was just a tool, really, not even human; a cash-dispensing face she could jack herself off on. What could be better? But something was wrong. Wendell didn’t seem to be suffering enough for it. Having some idiot crawl and beg for a whiff of her panties was starting to do nothing for her. What guy wouldn’t like shoving his face into her pussy, she thought? Where was the thrill there? All her life she’d taken advantage of boys who were willing to make fools of themselves for her, so what? After she took Wendell’s money, the rest was only to fight the boredom. There were other, more fun things she’d been thinking of doing to Wendell. She’d talk it over with Karolyn and some of the other girls, and the thought of ruining another person, really fucking them over, excited ...
    them on many different levels. She was a natural born man-hater, and those kind of thoughts really made her pussy wet. How far could she take it, she wondered. Where would his breaking point be? How much sexual power did she really have? Tonight would mark Wendell’s fourth visit with her, and she was ready to step up the abuse another notch. Wendell, crawling through the club looking for Diana, had decided that he’d had enough. First, he gets slapped, ripped off, and kicked out. Then, humiliated, slapped, and panty-****d. Then, for the last two visits: panty-****d and ignored. And now, like a sick robot, he was back for more. He knew he had to stop this, but he didn’t know how. No matter how beautiful she was (and she was more beautiful than anyone he’d ever dreamed of) he didn’t know if he could take this anymore. He needed… he needed to touch her - or any woman for that matter. He needed to have some kind of normal human contact in his life instead of being taken advantage of three times a week by some bitch that hated him. And, it was getting expensive. Wendell was only a millionaire on paper, and this kind of cash and credit card spending spree was going to make a real dent if he wasn’t careful. Maybe if he saw a ther****t. Maybe he could find some kind of sex-fetish Paxil that could cure him of his sick desires. Sick desires? Wanting to bury your face into a teenaged pussy was a sick desire? How about the things you were putting up with to be able to bury your face in the ...
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