1. The Devil's Pact Slave Chronicles Chapter 2: Julie, Naked in the Park


    Date: 5/16/2016, Categories: Fantasy, Blowjob, Domination/submission, Exhibitionism, Humiliation, Male Domination, Male/Female, Mind Control, Water Sports/Pissing, Author: mypenname3000, Rating: 87.5, Source: sexstories.com

    are!” “Yes, yes!” I moaned over and over as I reached my climax imagining all the filthy, shameful acts Karl was going to make me do. “Degrade me! Punish me! I need it! I was such a bitch!” “Now you're my bitch!” I could feel his seed pumping into me, his thrust hard, powerful. He leaned against me, breathing heavily on my shoulder. I turned my head, staring into his blue eyes. “My property,” he whispered and kissed me; I melted inside. I was glad to be his property. “God, I always have to piss after cumming,” he groaned, pulling out of me. “Get down on your knees.” My heart thudded in excitement. Was he going to piss on me? How revolting. My cunt itched to cum again. “Do it,” I moaned, staring up at his dick. Feeling even more depraved, even more like a dirty piece of trash, I opened my lips. A stream of acrid, yellow liquid splashed into my face. I had to close my eyes as the disgusting fluid drowned my face. Some poured into my mouth and I swallowed it eagerly, while more ran down my neck, soaking my tank top. The fabric stuck to my tits, molding about my orbs. My fingers found my cunt, rapidly jilling as I showered in his piss. I moved my head around, letting it soak into my hair and run down my back, all the way down to tickle the crack of my ass. “Oh, yes!” I moaned as my orgasm neared and neared. This was so degrading. I opened my lips, swallowed another mouthful of disgusting urine. I came. “Oh, God yes! I'm your filthy toilet! Your pee slut!” The stream petered, ...
    died, but that ammonia smell lingered in my hair and on my clothes, and left a residue behind as it dried on my skin. I rubbed my cunt faster as my lips found his cock, sucking the last few drops of piss out as my orgasm spasmed hard through my body. I licked my lips, savoring the horrible flavor as one last, delightful shudder passed through me. “What a filthy whore,” he grinned; I couldn't agree more. “Why don't we get some breakfast.” I grinned, eager for the reactions when people realize I was drenched in his piss. My orgasm faded, but that itch returned to my cunt. I was a dirty whore, excited for the next humiliations Karl had in store for me. I knew I would enjoy them all. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Sunday, July 27th, 2014—Julie Sumner My tongue was firmly shoved up Karl's ass when the phone rang. We were supposed to be leaving for a wedding soon. Chris, Karl's D&D buddy, was marrying his six girlfriends today and Karl was his best man. I was dressed in a lovely, pink dress, so low-cut my tits were about to pop out if I breathed to deeply. I'm sure that's why my boyfriend chose it. I'd be wet and excited all evening anticipating the embarrassment of a wardrobe malfunction. I worked my tongue into his tight ass, enjoying the sour, disgusting flavor as my hand wrapped around his waist and vigorously jerked his small, squat cock. One hand flew up and down on his shaft, lubed by his pre-cum, while the other massaged his heavy balls. Karl had to fish his phone out of his ...
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