1. The Preacher's Wife is a Fallen Angel


    Date: 2/2/2016, Categories: BDSM, Mature, Taboo, Author: imornery81, Rating: 97, Source: xHamster

    end of this and then thread these eyes into the end of the dowel before you come in the house. And once you do come in, go downstairs to the living room and kneel and wait for me there. She then got out of the van and went into the house without even pausing to look back and see if I was doing what she asked. Fortunately, they had a vice to hold the dowel and I found the drill and a bit big enough for the pilot holes. Using a screw driver in the eye of the bolts, I easily ran them into the dowel and made what I knew would be used as a spreader bar in just a few minutes. I returned the tools to their places and cleaned up the saw dust then went to my assigned place in the basement. When I descended the last couple of steps into the basement, I could hear the sounds of a porn movie in the room to might right, so I followed them into the f****y room, where on a 60 inch TV a larger than life pussy was slowly sliding up and down on a man’s cock. It was the only part of the man visible, since he was otherwise wrapped in black plastic that held him to whatever it was he was lying on. I knelt down on the floor and watched. It was the only light in the room. The porn star was just climbing off of the guy and his cum was flowing out of her onto the black plastic when I heard her say, “Is that what you want to do to me, slave? Do you want to shoot your load from your cock deep in my hot wet pussy?” I turned and there in the doorway, silhouetted by the hall light was a form I knew had ...
    to be Julie, but looked nothing like the preacher’s wife I knew! This form was standing in tall platform shoes spread a little further apart than her hips. I could just make out black fishnet stockings encasing perfectly proportioned legs that flowed into sexy hips and a tight, thin waist. Her breasts seemed to jut out unnaturally and she had pulled her long hair back into a tight pony tail. She stood there, hands on her hips, a riding crop in one hand and a shopping bag in the other. My already stiff cock gave a slight jump as I took in the transformation! She walked over and hit a button on the computer and the feed to the television died and the room was lit in a strange blue light. She turned and looked at me and I could see now that she had on a red with black lace shelf bra with no cups and a matching set of panties. As she set her bag down in a chair and bent over to retrieve some different items, I realized that the panties were truly just a g-string and that she was virtually naked, and VERY fit! &#034Stand up and come here,&#034 slave. She then fastened the wrist and ankle cuffs we had bought and had me sit down in the chair. She then pulled some soft cloth over my head which basically blindfolded me. “Those are the panties I was wearing this morning. You made me soak them, you filthy slave. I figured the best you deserved was to get to sniff them while I used you!” My heart pounded as In inhaled the fragrant aroma of her earlier arousal! She tied a rope around one ...
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