Cock whore plain slut Brian Bonds is here to stretch his hole out for you. Obeying his Daddy’s orders, he starts deep-throating a long thick dildo until it’s covered in his drool. He’s desperate to push it into his ass and stretch himself open. He fucks himself fast and hard on it, showing you his rosebud. Next, he runs a closepin zipper across his torso and wraps the ends around his cock and balls. He edges himself and right when he’s about to cum, he rips the zipper off for his pain and your pleasure. Finally Brian brings out a gigantic dildo he can barely wrap his lips around. He slowly sinks down on it, stretching his greedy hole until it’s loose and gaping. Then he pushes an extra large plug into his ass and blows his load.
A friend gave me his phone number weeks ago. «Call him. Just call him,» she said. I’d stopped dating. It wasn’t the guys. Well, maybe a little. «Look, I’m over ‘relationships’ for the moment. I just want to be by myself for awhile. That’s all.» My friend shrugged. «Call him,» she said again. I was the youngest of three girls. Growing up, I’d watched my sisters and their boy friends. Clumsy kisses in the barn. Hands groping, pushed away, more groping. I had dreams, murky pictures in my head. And I’d fumbled with myself some nights, unsatisfied, my fumbling increasing my longing. Like cocks were doing now. Oh, I’d had lots of cocks the last few years, big ones, small ones. Cocks that were hair-trigger, and cocks that had to be coaxed. Cocks that loved your basic fuck, and cocks that wanted anything but your basic fuck. And I’d lie in bed afterwards with every one of those cocks (never guys, or men, just cocks), damp, salty, sometimes fumbling in the dark after they started snoring, and I wanted more, less, nothing, everything. I wanted something I couldn’t admit to myself. I wanted and wanted, but I was afraid. «Call him,» my friend said. It was the thought of lying in the dark that stopped me from calling, and the scent of supposed love, and the emptiness, the loneliness, the unhappiness that was always worse after it was over. I was fumbling in the dark. When I finally made the call, he told me to come alone and to wear a skirt and blouse. No underwear. My hands shook. I shaved everything that night. Everything but my head. I shoved a chair in front of the mirror and sat in it, naked. I touched myself, my legs spread and feet resting against the wall on either side of the mirror. I investigated each fold of my pussy and cunt, then touched my fingers to my mouth, tasting myself. And I fondled my breasts, watching, playing with my nipples until they hardened. I slipped my fingers in and out of myself, the fingers of one hand in my asshole, the fingers of the other in my cunt. And all the while, I watched. I was a stranger to myself. I was nobody I’d ever met before. The first thing he did that night was to tie me bent over a cage. Some other girl was locked inside of it. «You think I’m going to fuck you?» he said, leaning close, but not touching me. «Only if you’re lucky.» And he cocked his head, his eyes sad, as though he pitied me. «Don’t worry.» He smiled then, but it made me shiver. «I’m only going to hurt you a little.» I wanted to say something sexy. I wanted to make him want me. I wanted to do all the things I’d learned through the years, the way a girl takes control. But I couldn’t. I was falling. I was out of control. I was breaking into pieces. He smiled because he knew everything the moment he saw me. He’d watched my eyes wander once he’d unlocked the door to his «special room» and led me inside. The walls were covered with straps, ropes, chain, shackles. My body was on fire. That night he cut my clothing off me. He shackled me to a metal bar. He locked a heavy steel collar on my neck. Chain between my legs, around my breasts. Metal in my mouth, my ass. Metal clamps pinching my nipples. And later, vibrator in my cunt. He stretched me out spread-eagle, lying on my back. He wrapped leather around my neck and tightened. He cut off my air. He made me come over and over. After he was done with me and let me loose, I kneeled in front of him and kissed his boots. He put a thinner collar on my neck and locked it in place. «You’ll do everything I say. When I call, you’ll come immediately.» I stared at the floor. «Yes sir.« »You’re mine now.» I shivered, not from cold, but from something else, something new, an electricity. For the first time, I wasn’t fumbling in the dark anymore. «Yes sir.»
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Cory is wearing a bright pink dress, and she is surrounded by the basketball players from her team. She pulls out a cake and she tells the boys, «today is my birthday! Did you get me a present?« The players» tell her that they didn«t know it was her birthday so they didn»t get her anything. »I have an idea in mind for what you can give me as a present!' she tells them. She grabs the players' and she brings them over to the couch. Her hands feel around the players' lower halves, and then she strips out of her dress. She doesn't have any panties on underneath, so she is completely naked once they pull the dress off! She gets down on her knees in front of the three players, and she pulls all of their cocks out. She starts to give all three of them a blowjob, one right after the other. She strokes the other cocks with her hands while she has one in her mouth. Then all four of them move over to the couch, so they can continue. Cory gets into the doggystyle position next to the couch while two of the men sit down on the couch and one man gets behind her. One of the players' starts to fuck her from behind with his Bbc, while she sucks the cocks of the other two players'. One of the players« starts to fuck Cory»s ass while she's still in the doggystyle position next to the couch. At the same time that she's getting anal, she is using her mouth and two hands to jerk off the other two Bbc's.