1. Power


    Date: 9/3/2015, Categories: BDSM, Fetish, Author: niklayteh, Rating: 100, Source: xHamster

    legs around him and flicked him on his back on the floor. Her hot pussy was once again pressing hard against his mouth as she writhed on top of him. As her moans grew more intense she ground against his face, oblivious to his struggling breath. As his sight started to close in his tongue stopped its vital work. After a second's pause she leapt off him - furious that she'd been denied her climax once again by a frail man. A couple of sharp slaps to his face and a tweak of his nipples brought him back to full consciousness. &#034HA! You'll just have to fuck me instead.&#034 Maintaining eye contact all the time she straddled him, hitched up her skirt again and slowly lowered herself onto the strap-on. How could such a small woman accommodate such a size? He didn't know how she did it, but the whole thing was inside her, she rested her hands on his bare chest and began to rock back and forth. He picked up her rhythm and started to thrust his hips; this gained the briefest of acknowledgements from her eyes - the barest twitch (had he imagined it) but then they went on in this bizarre mockery of sex. His own cock was hard and trapped by the briefs against his thigh being chaffed by the strap-on's harness. The harder and faster he thrust the sorer and more painful the chaffing; but she demanded it of him, he'd already disappointed her once this evening he couldn’t disappoint her again. His arms were trapped underneath him, he was in pain and discomfort at every thrust, but he kept ...
    going. The strapon harness was now digging into his own cock and it felt like it was stripping the skin off one thrust at a time. She increased the tempo and he struggled to match her. The sight of her on top of him was too much and his body betrayed him - he ejaculated within the flesh coloured briefs. He could feel the warm spunk trickle down the leg initially providing some much needed lubrication, then it started to get sticky and make things worse. She knew from his face what had happened and seemed to increase the f***e of her thrusts. There was a cruel set to her lips. As he whimpered in pain her breaths started to come shorter and quicker, he thrust harder even though his body was now screaming at him to stop. His cock, in post-orgasmic sensitivity, was pleading for him to stop, his shoulders and arms were screaming, the skin on his crotch was on fire, he was struggling to breath with her weight pressing down on his chest. But he kept going. He could see the tension building in her, he could feel it in her hands as she dug her nails deep into his chest like claws. With a single sharp scream she came. There was no collapse into a loving embrace. No post-coital stroking and cuddling. After taking a moment or two for her breath to slow down she rose easily from him and smoothed her skirt down. Using her toes in a non-too-gentle manner she kicked him until he rolled on his side. She reached down, unclipped one of the wrist restraints and left the room. He heard her walk ...
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