1. Wendell and How He Got That Way, part 2, by ButtFl


    Date: 7/31/2015, Categories: BDSM, Fetish, Taboo, Author: wickedguy333, Rating: 100, Source: xHamster

    would return, triumphant over common sense, and the world would once again go far, far away. Wendell felt like he’d had been onstage forever. Every girl available to put in stage time had taken a turn with him. He watched the last dancer - a tall brunette who had been rubbing the toe of her high-heeled shoe against his cock - bending over to pick up her money. She looked like an Italian model and had sneered at him, laughing, while he rubbed himself against the toe of her pump. She’d left him moaning softly into his panty gag, uselessly thrusting his hips, and with an ever-widening pre-cum stain showing on his ragged pouch. This is how Diana found him. She marched over to Wendell, smirking, and shoved her perfect titties down towards his upturned face. They were barely held in place by the tight white men’s tank-top that she wore. She also was wearing baggy, black, pleated pants and a pair of black Doc Martins. Wendell didn’t understand the outfit at first. He was too lust-soaked to comprehend it all. Not even when he saw that her hair had been gelled back into a tight bun on her head, and the pencil-thin moustache drawn on her lip did he realize what was to happen to him. “Ready for the big finish, candy ass?” she said, leaning in so that her breasts were inches from his face. Wendell nodded and thrust his hips, trying to make himself cum. He was ready for anything. To Wendell’s relief, Diana immediately yanked her smelly thong (soiled from an earlier romp with a ...
    jizz-happy male stripper that worked at the club on Sunday and Monday nights) from his face and undid his gag (featuring an even fouler pair of panties she’d found abandoned on the dressing room floor), and threw them into the off-stage darkness. Wendell was dry-mouthed and parched – and still vainly humping his cock into thin air. He might as well not have bothered, but he was getting some friction on his cock-head from the tattered pouch that surrounded his genitals, and that gave him hope. Diana ordered him to open his mouth and stick out his tongue. “Open wider, stupid. Stick it out farther.” Then, she popped her right breast out of her wife-beater T, and placed her exquisite eighteen-year-old nipple against the flat of his tongue. Slowly, she squeezed cool water from a sports bottle on the top of her breast so that it ran down to her nipple and into his mouth. Some of it dribbled down the sides of his mouth as he tried to swallow as much as he could without appearing to move or lick her. “That’s right baby. Drink it all down,” she cooed. Wendell had never been allowed to touch his tongue to her body before, unless it was to suck on her sweaty toes and feet. It was only the second nipple that was ever in his mouth in his life. As small of a gesture as it must have seen to her, it meant the world to him. It was a moment of nirvana that he would remember forever. He hunched against his pouch with purpose now. After emptying the bottle, Diana stood up and pushed her breast back into ...
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