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Queening for a Day

Date: 10/26/2014, Categories: BDSM, Fetish, Interracial Sex, Author: AfroerotiK, Rating: 100, Source: xHamster

his hands with her soft flesh. That propelled him deeper into true sub space and he went even wilder on her strapon. “Yeah, I’m a cock-sucking slut. Give me that hard Black meat. Fuck my face. Mmmmm, yeah, I love your cock.” All of his inhibitions were gone. Bret was behaving like he’d always wanted; he was free, free from restrictions, free from societal constraints. “Bret? Sweetie? Did I tell you that you could suck my dick?” She pushed him to the floor harshly but it wasn’t a deterrent to Bret, it was inspiration. Making himself prone at her feet, Bret begged for her forgiveness. He placed his lips on her stilettos and kissed them. He ran his tongue over the smooth patent leather and pleaded. “Please, forgive me. I’m so sorry. I was so overwhelmed with your beauty, your brilliance, your sheer power.” Shauntay removed her shoe, kicking it to the side of the room, and waved her foot in Bret’s face. She placed it gently on his lips and he inhaled deeply the aroma, the slightly musky, familiar scent of a sweaty foot that had been encased in leather. It was more intoxicating than poppers for him and infinitely more arousing. He wanted nothing more than to run his tongue over that foot. Her toenails were painted a brilliant turquoise to match her lingerie but remained clearly visible through the reinf***ed toe of her silk stockings. He licked her sole and then placed her entire foot in his mouth, as much as he could swallow. He worshiped her foot, praising it, praying to it. She ... kicked him hard in the side, sending him to the floor, curled in the fetal position. Removing her other shoe, she circled him like a lioness circling her prey, the queen of the jungle stalking, surveying, ready to psychologically devour her helpless victim. Bret’s heart was racing and his breathing was labored. She rubbed her stockinged foot over his cock and balls. The threat hung heavy in the air but remained unspoken that at any moment she could kick him in the nuts and make him scream out in agony. Bret waited for what he was sure to come. To her credit, Shauntay prepared him for the evening of erotic torture. “I own you now, you understand that, don’t you, Bret? You are mine to play with, tease and torture, to destroy in any way I see fit. Your screams will be my music; your pleas for my benevolence will amuse and entertain me. I will use your body for anything I see fit and you’ll beg for more. I’ll allow you to be the filthy, disgusting, lower-than-human scum that you long to be, that you’ve been craving, needing to release inside you. The need grows stronger each and every year, to be more perverse, to submit to a mistress so cruel, so diabolical that your mind reels with the creativity with which she degrades you. I’m that mistress, Bret. I’m the woman who will turn you into a pain pig, who will make you crave dicks, real dicks; big, hard, black dicks shoved in your tight, white pussy.” Bret rolled his eyes in arrogant disbelief. “Oh, you don’t believe me, Bret? You ...