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The salon sluts part 2

Date: 5/18/2017, Categories: BDSM, Fetish, Hardcore, Author: mrwolf75, Rating: 100, Source: xHamster

breathing became hoarse and erratic. Then, he would stop just short of her release. Again and again, he would bring her just to the brink of orgasm and then stop. The whole time he was instilling thoughts in her mind. “Sheila you will become obsessed with your new sexy image.” “Yes, Master. Mmmm Yes. Mmmmmm.” “You will be constantly filled with thoughts of masturbation. These thoughts will be strongest whenever you apply your make-up or dye your hair. The heavier you apply your make-up the more you will feel the need to seek sexual relief. You will discover that even your tongue can bring you to orgasm if it is allowed to feel the soft, velvety skin of a man’s penis. But, the only way this stimulation can reach a climax for you, is if your throat is allowed to feel the warm, thick liquid of male ejaculate. At this point you must suckle like a weaning calf or you cannot cum. You must earn the right to swallow the maleness into your body. Your system will process the protein and it will nourish you, becoming part of you.” “Please don’t stop! OH GOD! DON”T STOP! I will. I WILL! I’ll swallow every drop. Please let me cum” John continued the stop and go stimulation of Sheila’s aching tits. “Your hair, Sheila. You know I love the smell of freshly dyed hair.” “Yes, Master, yes! I’ll dye my hair for you. Any color you want! AS OFTEN AS YOU WANT! OOOH, LET ME CUUUMM! PLEEEZ! John stopped abruptly and ordered Sheila to her knees. Sheila was still panting loudly as she fumbled with ... John’s zipper, eventually freeing his rock hard cock. As she began masturbating orally with it, John began, once again, stimulating her tender nipples, as he continued to implant the thoughts that would eventually turn Sheila into the wanton slut that he had always fantasized about. “I want your dresses so short you will have difficulty sitting down without exposing yourself. From now on, you will never sit with your knees together. You always will sit with your knees wide apart. You will open your legs when getting in or out of cars. You will show cleavage at all times. I want you to constantly fondle your hair, as if to call attention to it. Any time anyone makes a comment about your hair, you will quickly point out the fact that it’s bleached or dyed. Telling people that you bleach your hair will embarrass you, because we all know that nice girls don’t bleach their hair. Do they, Sheila?” Sheila awkwardly shook her head without removing John’s now throbbing cock from her mouth. John felt himself beginning to spasm as he finished that last sentence. He leaned over and lifted Sheila’s hair to his nose, inhaling the sweet fragrance of yesterday’s brutal blonding. Immediately he began shooting his thick, warm load down Sheila’s throat. Spasm after spasm, as his balls pumped their entire contents into her warm, hungry mouth. He had just finished his last uncontrolled jerk as Sheila began to tremble and shudder, panting and gasping. UMMM. UMMM. UMMM. UHHH. OOOH. GOD! OOH! OOH! ...