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Amy Goes From Hair Stylist to House Slave - 10

Date: 12/28/2015, Categories: BDSM, Hardcore, Lesbian Sex, Author: THIRDCOAST, Rating: 100, Source: xHamster

fragrance of sex now smeared on my face. Next the cherries came out. She rubbed her slit with her fingers. I wished she would release my mouth so I could pleasure her. But she just kept stroking herself until she was wet. Mistress got the jar of cherries and began stuffing them into her pussy. She ended up with about 10 of them inside her. She reached into the bag and removed the wooden spoon, tapping it on my body. The cord had been wrapped around my breasts. This made them tight and red. She was tapping the spoon on the tops of them. Not hard, but with a steady rhythm. While it didn’t hurt at first, with the steady tapping, they soon began to turn red and started to sting. She would tap the pins causing some pain. I practiced my breathing that Master had taught me and it let me get past it. She continued down my stomach, near my vulva, and between my spread thighs. My body was responding to her ministrations. My nipples were peaked and stiff to the point of hurting. My juices were leaking from my splayed folds. Mistress grab me between my breasts on the rope bra, and flipped me over onto my stomach. This had my breasts pressed against the cool floor. my arms behind my back, and ankles still pulled back against my thighs securely. This had my ass sticking up in the air. Some of the pins were now caught beneath me, pulling at my flesh. Mistress ran the spoon between my thighs. Tapping on the inner part until she got to the folds of my wet pussy. She tapped them, then the ... area just above my clit. I jumped, afraid she was going to hit me there. I whimpered around the phallus taped in my mouth. She stopped and started walking around me. Her heels clicking with every step. I was so aroused and waiting. Fear, mixed with the pleasure and pain of her ministrations had me ready to explode. “Are you ready for your Mistresses big black cock?” “MMmuuffff MMmuuff” I tried to say yes. Not that I felt that she could understand what I was trying to say, but I think that she could see the need in my body. Either way, she knelt between my thighs and rubbed the black phallus up and down my splayed folds. Pressing the head against my slit, she eased it forward and the lips flowers open, taking the cock of her strap on. Started with a slow steady rhythm, she slowly increasing in speed and f***e. I tried to push back against her thrusts, but my restraints held me stilled. I combination of the pins on my labia and Mistress’s black cock going in and out of my pussy was overwhelming. The sweet mixture of pain and pleasure. Mistress pressed down on the small of my back, forcing my hips to curl downward. Her black cock was now hitting my cervix with each thrust. “MMmuufff MMmuufffff” My breasts pressed against the cool tile, my back arched, I had given up control of my body, now I was edging closer to an orgasm and no way to ask for permission. Mistress kept pounding my open and needy pussy. “MMmuufff MMmuuuuufffff” She leans over and pulls the duct tape slowly off my ...