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When dressed
Date: 8/24/2015, Categories: BDSM, Fetish, Author: klammer, Rating: 100, Source: xHamster
under your desk, but you push me back with your foot, keeping me there for the rest of the day, in case you needed to be sucked again. . New Years Day would be spent pleasing her completely, striving to make her cum as many times as possible, knowing that my own pleasure for the entire year would be dependent on how many orgasms I could give her in this one day. As the evening wore on and it came closer to midnight I would become more and more eager, begging her to do all the things that excited her but I had been resistant to. By 10:00 or 11:00 PM I would be begging to submit to any pain, humiliation or degradation that might make her cum one more time. I would not enjoy being beaten up. I am a slut through. I would enjoy being f***ed to my knees, spanked or my face slapped as you f***ed your cock down my throat in front of your friends, letting them watch as you fucked my face for your pleasure. Once you had finished with me you would push me to the ground at their feet and let them use me as well. There is no way I could comply while at work. From the moment that I get home from work on Friday, to my morning pee on Monday morning, every single time I must pee it will be in the tub, legs up over my head, mouth open, spraying all over my face and filling my mouth until it overflows. Thank you for the deliciously humiliating assignment. Twice last night after I got home I lay in the tub and peed on my face. This morning as soon as I woke I did the same with my first morning ... pee. All over my face with my mouth open. I will continue to do this, making it the only way I am allowed to pee, right up until Monday morning. Thank you for the humiliating assignment and allowing me to share it with everyone. When the local cop pulled me out of the rest stop toilet I was petrified. I couldn’t be arrested, the story in all the papers, all my friends and f****y knowing. When he stopped and took me to the sleazy motel I was confused. When he stripped, laid on the bed and told me to straddle his hips and made me f***e myself down onto his big dick I thought I was safe. As I f***ed my hips down, impaling myself on his cock for him, he made me tell him how much I wanted it, how I was just a filthy faggot who needed it. I did. I begged him, I degraded myself, I humped him. When he told me to describe every dick, every sack and every ass I had licked that evening and called me a disgusting faggot pig, I came. He didn’t. I described every man who had used me, every cock I had sucked, every ass I had licked and all the cum I had swallowed. As I got more descriptive and disgusting, he came, filling my ass with his hot sticky goo. Pushing me off him, he dressed and left, leaving me miles from my car. I knew he would be back to check that rest area, I would be there waiting for him, with another batch of stories of all the disgusting things that I let men do to me. After four months I would beg to obey. I would stick my ass high in the air, even knowing that someone who ...