1. Brandy 2 (Chapter 3)


    Date: 7/5/2017, Categories: BDSM, Hardcore, Author: Headmaster-Michael, Rating: , Source: xHamster

    Whipped for His Pleasure Brandy licked her lips, enjoying the salty taste of his thick cock. It had been a long time since he had filled her mouth and belly with his cum. He pulled the suction cups off of her nipples, but they stood out hard and erect, the slightest breeze across them stimulating where the cups had abused them. She was sure that Michael’s fingers would continue their abuse. With her legs spread so wide, she was defenseless, seeing the eighteen-inch ruler he pulled out of the bag, the heavy wooden ruler swooshing through the air. He had just cum, yet Michael’s cock was still semi-erect and growing. He enjoyed punishing her. She wanted him to touch her pussy, but this was not the way. “I’m going to get your pussy nice and tender; and my cock hard again. Then we can fuck. It’s been a lot of years since I’ve been inside that hot, tight little box. Do you still remember how to pleasure me with your pussy, Brandy?” How could she forget, Michael teaching her how to clench her muscles on his cock as he tore into her, the only way she got pleasure from the act now. “Yes, Master.” He swung the ruler, the position Brandy was in she couldn’t see it, but she heard it breaking the air. She felt the sharp slap on her inner thigh, high up so she could feel the rush of air on her naked pussy. It stung and Brandy cried out. “EEEhhh,” feeling the flesh heat up from the blow. His cock grew when he heard the slap of the ruler on her sensitive inner thigh, her body jerking and ...
    her squeal of pain. He saw the white flesh turn red. The ruler swung and caught the other thigh, a sickening thud as the wooden ruler slashed at her skin. He looked down, a dew covering the lips of her pussy. She might cry out, but it was her pussy that was growing wet, not tears in her eyes. The next blow of the ruler was high up, catching her on the top of her bush, slapping hard. She shook, but barely a whimper came from her lips. He went to work on her outer pussy lips, starting near where her torso and legs met, and them moved closer to her slit. He was beating her lips with the ruler, the hard, unyielding wood smashing into the thick flesh with a thud. It stung, but didn’t hurt, at least by time it got to her brain. All she felt was a tingling in her loins. Her legs were spread obscenely, all of her sex open and vulnerable. He must have hit her lips at least twenty times, both sides receiving equal abuse, her lips puffing up as they endured. She knew he was only working up to the more delicate areas, the soft, delicate inner lips and finally her clit. He wouldn’t be happy or hard until he smashed the ruler into her swollen clit. Michael’s fingers slid between her lips, coated with her juices as he plucked back her lips to expose the soft, pink inner flesh. He had a hard time holding the oily flesh. He started off lightly slapping the flesh, the wet thud resounding in the room. He pulled the lips out farther so he could attack the wet flesh with the thick ruler. Her eyes ...
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