1. Don´t Go Into The Woods


    Date: 7/29/2015, Categories: BDSM, Fetish, Author: klammer, Rating: 100, Source: xHamster

    swallowed I felt his slime passing from my tongue over my tonsils and falling over the back of my throat. “Was it good?” “Yes Sir,” I answered politely. He pulled the toilet paper to wipe his ass several times and then the roll was empty. “Girl, there’s not enough toilet paper. Isn’t maintaining this bathroom your job?” “Yes Sir,” I replied. “Well then I guess your tongue will have to be the extra toilet paper I need. Isn’t that right?” My eyes opened wide like a deer in the headlights. I didn’t answer. I was so sickened. “First for being insolent and not answering I’m going to give you a spanking later. Second, answer me,” he said with a very authoritative voice. Almost crying I answered, “Yes Sir.” “Are you answering that your tongue is a wet wipe bitch?” “Yes Sir,” I answered with my least assured and most diminutive voice. He got up; all three hundred pounds of fat with gray and black body hair and turned around with his ass in my ass. “Now clean my asshole and make sure you do a great job or I’ll have you eat my shit in the toilet.” The next minutes were disgusting as I licked his bum. At lease the toilet paper had run out after he had wiped pretty clean. I didn’t know that when I began licking but still it was a vomit inducing moment. “Don’t you dare vomit girl or you’ll lick that up too,” he said. I held back the choke in me. He reached back and grabbed my head pulling me into his ass. “Lick in the hole.” Finally it was over and we exited the bathroom. A few of the ...
    men were hanging around. One of them was looking at me and asked, “Hey is that shit on your nose?” Mortified I answered, “Yes Sir.” “Well, when I ran out of toilet paper she offered to let me use her tongue. You might say she’s a Ôwet wipe.’ And I think she enjoyed it,” the man said. Turning towards me he rhetorically asked, “Did you?” He knew my only answer could be, “Yes Sir.” One of the other men said we should make a “Call the Wet Wipe Girl” sign and hang it in the bathroom. “Go wash your face and show me a curtsy before you leave.” I curtsied and said, “Thank You,” and went to the sink in the kitchen to wipe his poop off with tears falling down my cheek. I had sunk so low since I had gone on my vacation. Chapter Four: Sinking DeeperInto Depravity After that incident humiliation became a part of the program. One morning I was standing in the kitchen when one of the men came in. He had me turn around facing him and lift my skirt. He unzipped his fly and told me not to move or utter a sound. And then he started peeing. His urine splattered on my Ôclit’ as he called it and the warm pee soaked my panty liner and cascaded down on the floor. When he was done he had me lower my skirt and wait there. While I stood there I thought about how many times I had cum in my panties when one of the men rubbed me there or that I could make myself cum while being spanked. Who was I? What had I become? Between being sickened by what was done to me I had also become aroused by command. Five ...
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