1. Pain Slut


    Date: 1/31/2016, Categories: BDSM, Author: scale3, Rating: 100, Source: xHamster

    She was kneeling in front of his chair, her knees widespread, her firm, young body bent backwards, her arms behind her, forcing her taut, white breasts to thrust out from her heaving chest. Her long, blonde hair was in disarray, and beneath it her black silk blindfold could be seen. Her knees bore signs of rugburn, and a thick slime was oozing from her hairless cunt. A splatter of cum, his cum, was dripping from her tits. He smiled down at her. He had just witnessed her fuck his dog, a carnal display of a****l lust that so excited him, he had ejaculated on her chest before he could get his cock into her mouth. The dog was across the room, licking it's receeding organ, and he had just taken her from her position on all fours to the position she was in now. She was still breathing heavily, her face a deep red that burned with shame. The unnatural union was the culmination of a week of lustfull acts commited on her young body, commited almost hourly during this past week that he had owned her. Well, posessed her, really. He didn't actually own her, he had k**napped her. He smiled at her shame, feeling his cock stirring again. His cock ached. He had cum more times in the past week than he had in probably the last three or four years. To have a young captive at his mercy, to be able to enact all of his brutal fantasies, was exciting beyond belief, and he had not been wasting any time. He knew he would have to let her go eventually, and he was going to make sure he did everything ...
    he had ever wanted to do to a captive female. He had stumbled upon her quite by accident. He was checking on a rental house he owned in the East Bay, and he was passing the Greyhound bus station when the teen's thumb shot out. He pulled over on a whim and she ran up to his car. He smiled at her, &#034Where ya headed?&#034, he asked. &#034I'm trying to get to 'Frisco&#034 she said. He inwardly winced. People from San Francisco hated hearing it called 'Frisco. &#034Far out, that's right where I'm going&#034, he said, &#034hop in!&#034 She threw a backpack into the backseat as she opened the door and sat down. He looked in the rear view mirror as he pulled away from the curb. Noone around &#034Good thing I came along&#034, he said, &#034lotta weirdos around this part of town.&#034 &#034You got that right&#034, she said, &#034I've only been in Oakland a day and I can't wait to get outta here. I hear 'Frisco's cool though.&#034 &#034Yeah, I've been there a couple of times, on business, that's what I'm doing now&#034, he lied. &#034I live in Tracy, way east of here, out in the sticks. You got friends in, um, 'Frisco?&#034, he asked. &#034Nah, not really. I just hitched down from Seattle, but I know a gal that came down a few weeks ago. She said she'll be hanging around the Park. I'll find her.&#034 His mind was racing as he checked her out. Dirty Levis, low on her hips and full of holes, a thin top that exposed her belly, and her pierced belly-button. Her skin looked warm and soft. ...
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