Olivia Rose exposes your bisexual fantasies

Olivia Rose bisexual dildo video

Your mind is consumed by one thought, one desire, one fantasy. It’s always there, lurking in the back of your mind, waiting for the perfect opportunity to surface. And that opportunity comes in the form of your lovely redheaded girlfriend from JOI Humiliation, Olivia Rose.

She knows you better than anyone else, especially when it comes to your deepest, darkest bisexual desires. You may try to hide them, suppress them, but she sees right through you. She knows that deep down, you crave something more than just her touch and her body. You want to explore new territory, push boundaries and experience something taboo.

“I catch you checking out guys all the time!” she says with a sly smile on her lips. “I know what your secret thoughts are.” Your heart starts racing as she speaks words that you never thought you would hear out loud.

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“You really wish that you could unzip their pants and see what they’re packing,” she continues, running a finger along your jawline. “How big and juicy their cocks are…” Her voice drops to a sultry whisper as she leans in closer to you. There’s no escaping her now.

“And I know that, deep down, you really want to suck it, don’t you?” Your breath hitches at her words and she nods knowingly. “You want to take that big juicy cock and get it all hard in your mouth.” The image flashes in your mind and you can feel yourself getting aroused. You’ve always been curious, but never had the courage to act on it.

But today, Olivia has other plans for you. She wants you to satisfy that craving, indulge in your fantasies and explore every inch of your hidden bisexuality. And she’s going to guide you every step of the way.

“Today, I want you to do just that!” she declares boldly, leaning in closer. “I know you have a dildo laying around that you like to use…” Your cheeks flush with embarrassment at the thought of her knowing about your secret toy. But she doesn’t seem fazed, in fact, she seems eager to see you put it to good use.

With one smooth motion, she pulls out your big black dildo and holds it up for you to see. The sight of it makes your heart race and your mouth water. It’s long, thick, and incredibly lifelike.

“Let’s get started,” Olivia says, placing the dildo on the bed between you two. “First, I want you to take off your clothes.” Your fingers tremble as you comply with her instructions, stripping down until you’re completely naked in front of her. She takes a moment to admire your body before continuing.

“Now pick up the dildo and hold it in your hand,” she instructs. You do as she says, feeling the weight of the toy in your palm. It’s cool to the touch but quickly warms up against your skin.

“Good. Now imagine this is a real cock,” she says, running her fingers along its length. “Imagine how it would feel in your hand, how it would taste in your mouth.” You can feel yourself getting more turned on by the second as she guides you through each step…

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Fetish fun with Joslyn’s stripper boots

Joslyn James boot fetish

This horny guy just loves it when his girlfriend Joslyn James lets him sniff and kiss her stripper boots! And on this particular day, he wanted it even more than ever…

Joslyn James lets her boyfriend kiss her stripper boots

As the door swung open, the rich smell of leather and sweat filled the air. The source of the intoxicating aroma was none other than his girlfriend Joslyn James, fresh off her shift at the strip club. She strutted into the room with a confident swagger, clad in clingy hot pink fabric that accentuated her every curve. But it was her thigh-high patent leather gold boots that caught his attention, reaching up to her perfectly sculpted thighs.

His pulse quickened as she made her way towards him, a seductive smile playing on her lips. This was a sight he could never tire of – his girlfriend, his lover, his favorite stripper, his everything. His heart swelled with pride and possessiveness as he watched her approach, knowing that she was his and his alone.

He couldn’t explain what it was about her feet that drove him wild. Maybe it was the way they looked in those shiny boots, reflecting the light from the window and drawing his gaze like a moth to flame. Or maybe it was the scent that lingered around them, a heady combination of leather and her own musky essence after a long night of working the pole.

Joslyn knew exactly how to play into this foot fetish desire of his, teasing him with a seductive grin as she lifted one foot up to his face. He could feel his arousal growing as he took in every inch of boot leather, wanting nothing more than to worship and pleasure her feet in all their glory.

With trembling hands, he handled the boot and planted eager kisses on each inch of shiny gold leather. He caressed every curve and crevice with reverence, reveling in the softness and warmth of her skin. He could feel himself losing control, intoxicated by her scent and the power she held over him.

Joslyn watched in amusement as he moved on to the other boot, repeating his passionate display of affection. She had always known about his boot fetish, but it wasn’t until they started dating that she truly understood the extent of it. And she loved every minute of it – the way he adored her feet like they were precious gems, the way he worshipped her with such devotion and passion.

“You like that?” she asked with a sly grin, knowing full well the answer. He nodded eagerly, unable to form words as he continued his foot worship. In this moment, all that mattered was her boots, her feet, and his desire for both.

Joslyn leaned back against the couch, letting out a satisfied sigh as her lover’s tongue traced patterns across the sole of her foot. This was their special time together, a time where they could indulge in their desires without any judgment or shame.

And this was just a taste of what she had in store for him. This was only the beginning of their night filled with foot worship, domination and endless pleasure at the hands (and feet) of Joslyn James. Experience the beginning of your own boot fetish tonight on Bratty Foot Dom, the ultimate foot fetish site from Ash Beckett Films.

Goddess Kyaa’s ball busting dominance

Goddess Kyaa crushing trampling ball busting

Goddess Kyaa crushed, trampled, and busted her man’s balls! She found enjoyment in depriving her man of comfort and made it her mission to make him suffer. Her tall, lean body had no mercy as it trampled him like he was scum beneath her feet. He wasn’t allowed to look at her- only the viewer, you, could gaze upon her perfection and bask in her glory. He felt so small and insignificant compared to this powerful femdom woman who had taken complete control of his life. And even though he’s at her whims, and even though she humiliates him for being short and having a small dick, don’t you find yourself wishing that you were in his place?

Goddess Kyaa crushing, trampling, and ball busting on Domination 4K

She commanded him not to look at her. “Only the camera gets to look at me,” she reminded him with a wicked smile. Goddess Kyaa was amused by his weakness and powerless state, asking if he wanted her to crush his penis beneath her feet or kick him in the balls as if he were a pathetic little worm. Even though he would never be good enough for her, there seemed to be something satisfying about seeing how much pain she could inflict on him before breaking down into tears. Still, he remains strong beneath her, facing the challenge of taking her kicks and letting her berate him in ways that no one else ever could.

Her lean but strong legs moved methodically up and down his body, crushing each area of flesh beneath them. He didn’t stand a chance against this goddess, but that’s not why you’re watching, is it? You want to see what happens when absolute power is placed in the hands of such a cruel master, and maybe, just maybe, you wish it was you beneath her. His tiny frame shriveled up beneath every step she took, begging for mercy even though he knew deep down that she would never give it.

Goddess Kyaa continued to trample and crush her man’s body, enjoying every moment of his suffering. She relished in the power she held over him, knowing that he would do anything for her just to please her. Her strong legs moved up and down his body, causing pain and discomfort with each step. But he didn’t dare protest or ask for mercy, for he knew it would only make her more cruel.

Despite all this, it’s crystal clear that you wish you were him at that moment! With Goddess Kyaa using him like her own personal carpet, wiping her feet on him and reminding him that she would never fuck him! As if that wasn’t enough humiliation, she then made him kiss her shoe as a final act of submission. It makes you realize just how much control Goddess Kyaa has over her man; maybe you shouldn’t utter a word lest you receive similar punishment!

Why does Goddess Kyaa’s femdom performance captivate you so? Maybe it’s because deep down inside, you crave a dominant woman like Goddess Kyaa who could take control of your life and make all your fantasies come true. Or maybe it’s simply because there is something alluring about witnessing such an extreme display of power and control. Either way, there’s more of it to be devoured on Domination 4K. Enjoy.

Locked by Alexa Nova: A POV Chastity Fantasy

Alexa Nova chastity POV on Domination 4K

Indulge your naughtiest cuckold fantasies while caught up in Alexa Nova’s chastity device! You’re totally at her whim and you’d better hope you don’t get hard!

Can you imagine what it would be like to have a hot redhead like Alexa Nova locking you up in chastity? Imagine no more, Domination 4K has got it for you in living color.

Alexa Nova’s chastity device is a formidable tool for punishing your misbehavior. She takes pleasure in locking it around you, trapping your most sacred possession and leaving you begging for release. It is a potent reminder that she is always in charge.

Alexa Nova locks your dick in a chastity cage on Domination 4K

You’re Alexa Nova’s boyfriend in this delectable POV video from Domination 4K. Not only is she berating you for having a small dick, she’s threatening to fuck another guy who is bigger than you! And all the while, you’ll be watching!

You’ll be all locked up in Alexa’s chastity toy, watching her get plowed by a huge dicked guy, and all the while wishing it was you in his place! Talk about agony and ecstasy.

The device is made of smooth, glossy plastic that gives off an intimidating aura of power. It creates a sense of imprisonment and helplessness as soon as she slides it onto you. There are no visible markings on the lock or the device itself, so there’s no way to tell when you might be released from its grasp.

Once it’s in place, Alexa loves to tease and taunt you, her wicked smile unyielding as she teases out your desires before ultimately denying them to you. The sensation of being deprived of your sexual gratification can be overwhelming at times, but the longer she keeps you locked up, the more your passion for her grows.

Wouldn’t it just be too much if Alexa Nova took her new man’s larger dick and began pleasuring herself with it, while you, her smaller-dicked boyfriend, can do nothing but watch in helpless torment?

Imagine being locked up in chastity and denied the ability to satisfy Alexa! It is a cruel and unusual punishment, one that you must endure silently while your rival receives all of Alexa’s attention and worship.

But you’ll just imagine all that while you’re locked in your special place of pleasure and pain…

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Kajira – BDSM Story

She knelt before him, awaiting his pleasure. Her nude body covered with a fine layer of scented oils so that she glowed in the candlelight; her head bowed in respect, her back arched to press her breasts out for greater display. She waited, and enjoyed knowing he was drinking her in with his eyes.

Her long dark hair was held back with a single leather strap tying it away from her face, her dark eyes emphasized with eyeliner until she had a stark, gothic look to her. This contrasted with the naturally angelic beauty she had, the innocence and serenity her face exuded.

Her breasts were adorned with shining jewels hanging from each nipple, carefully dangled in place with golden plated nipple clamps. Her shaved pussy lips were likewise adorned, the jewels hanging down between her legs and catching the candlelight, they seemed to shimmer.

As he walked towards her, his hard-soled boots clicking on the stone floor, he toyed with a whip in his hands. She could only see his feet and the tail of the whip switching back and forth, like a cat’s tail as it gets ready to pounce on prey. Her entire body was tingling with excitement and anticipation. She had no idea what he would do to her, and that made the wait delicious.

He paused before her, feet set shoulder-width apart, and gazed down at her. She felt so terribly small kneeling before him, so fragile in his presence. She trembled with excitement and fought hard to keep her breath measured and even.

She heard him breathe in deeply, smelling her, the oils aromatic, sensual, like spices from some far away market place, her own scent mixing with that and her arousal obvious in the air. She smelled like exotic sex and he was savoring her. He enjoyed every aspect of her, and for that she was so grateful to him, to be devoured by him, piece by piece, each morsel coveted and desired in turn.

Reaching his hand out, he allowed the harsh leather tail of the bullwhip to caress her back gently, toying it over her sensitive skin. It was like a long leather tongue licking her all over. She shivered, but held her stance for him.

The whip’s tongue slipped over her shoulder and licked across her breast. She bit her lip to keep from moaning. The rough leather tasted her, savoring her flesh. She was trying not to shake from the thrill. She was not doing a good job. Her body went through periodic spasms of excitement at its touch. At his touch.

The leather pulled away, and again she calmed. He had not moved an inch through all of this, his feet, like stone planted before her. Now his fingers touched her hair gently. He tasted how she felt, and she wanted so badly to just push into his light touch. He caressed her silken strands and then sighed. He loved the feel of her. He devoured another bite.

Music slowly lifted to the air and he tossed the remote to the couch, many feet away. The music was rhythmic drumbeats and cascading tunes. It was exotic and powerful and seemed to penetrate her. He stepped back a step and waited again for the music to sink into her soul and capture her.

She felt it in her soul, and he always somehow knew when it had finally gotten to her. She was Kajira, meant to dance for his pleasure. It was for this purpose she was made. She was pleasure . . . His pleasure.

He watched, and when the music was in her blood, coursing through her veins, he stepped back again and tapped one foot lightly. There was no need for anything grander. That was her beckoning to begin. She rose up gracefully, almost like she floated to her feet, and raised her eyes to him. He was smiling, she had pleased him. Her heart was about to explode in pride and that power swept through her, it was time to dance.

She let the music take her and her body swayed and then turned. Muscles strained and pulled and she seemed to flow from one stance to the next. As she danced he waited and measured. At the perfect moment, his whip swung back and then flicked out like a viper’s tongue, lancing her ass with pain. The pain becoming part of the dance, she swirled and leapt in the air in joy.

She landed gracefully, and her body moved on, never stopping, always in perfect fluid motion. The whip snaked out and cracked again near her feet, making her leap high over it, then above her head and she collapsed and writhed on the floor. The whip and she rose and fell and danced, perfect partners, both so fluid that they held no form for long.

The whip licked her other ass cheek, and her cry of pain melded with the music and became a greater chorus. She spun and faced him for a split second and then dropped and leaned back as the whip cracked an inch above her belly. The two moved with such unison that they were in fact one.

She was on one foot; her body twisted and paused in mid air when the whip cracked between her legs. She could feel its power course through her pussy, her sexuality released and aroused, it joined the dance.

As she moved, one hand found her slit and she bent, displaying herself, spread open for him. She knew that he would see how aroused she was by him. She displayed sex for his pleasure, so that he would know she was always ready to please him. Then she spun and moved to the next pose. Her body tensing and relaxing as she did.

She was, by sheer force of the dance, close to orgasm. The power of being his, of the dance, of the seduction of the whip, brought her to the edge of cumming but she held back. That energy added to the dance and made her more passionate. She danced on and the whip licked across her back, the searing pain making her flesh burn for him.

She danced and danced and the whip licked her all over. Legs, ass, breasts, back, all felt it’s kiss as she danced. She was pure fire now dancing for him. She was in fact pure sex. As she was meant to be for him.

Then the whip shot past her and cracked, the long leather tongue snapping back and grabbing her arm. The force of his muscles pulled her in a spin that ended with her kneeling before him. With a flick of his wrist he looped the tongue around her other hand. She was bound by his whip before him. She looked up, trembling, almost unable to contain her sexuality any more.

He dropped quickly in front of her, crouching like a tiger over her. He slid the handle of the whip back between her legs, grabbed it, and pulled the tongue up her ass crack and across her clit. She cried out in pleasure.

Grabbing her hair, he worked the tongue back and forth across her pussy, the rough leather licking her raw and forcing her bound hands into the act, pulling them down between her legs.

He pulled her hair hard and she arched her back in response, her ass cheeks clenching slightly and increasing the friction. He rubbed her with his leather tongue, her own fingers playing with her dripping wet clit. She cried out . . . begged. . . . pleaded . . . Finally he gave her what she needed.

“Cum.” Was all he said.

Her body convulsed and shook uncontrollably. She felt the fire of pain and passion exploding from her, the leather tongue not allowing her to simply collapse; it kept licking her and licking her until she was screaming out incoherently. She screamed and opened her eyes again, saw his smiling face and then collapsed on the cold stone floor. He released her hair an allowed her to slump into a pile.

With a gentle flip of his wrist he pulled the whip free of her pussy and ass, then another and her one hand was free. He leaned down and kissed her and freed the other hand. Caressing her for long minutes until she knew where she was again, he smiled at her. Giving her a last kiss, he stood and walked away again. His boots clicking on the stone.

She lay there and shook and trembled. She was fulfilled. She was his pleasure. She had danced for him, and in so doing, fulfilled all she was meant to be. She was Kajira. She was made for his pleasure. In this, was she complete.

BDSM Library: Anal Slut – Part 4

   Once it did, she moaned and let herself sink onto it, resolving not to pull the hurting monster back out, but to let it claim her all the way.  There was still about four inches of black cock protruding from her obscenely stretched asshole when she stopped sinking.  She paused to catch her breath before lifting herself a full ten inches off the floor, the head of his cock still in her, then lifting her feet, her hands pressed on his chest, as she let her hot asshole slowly slide back down the hot, greasy shaft.  At the end of her slide this time, there was only three inches of black cock remaining outside of her, and she reached between her legs to feel the immense girth that impaled her.  She felt that fleeting itch, that elusive, anal-orgasm itch somewhere deep inside her.  She spread her ass cheeks and rocked back and forth, and another two inches of meat disappeared into her ass.  She felt his stomach and balls only an inch from the cheeks of her ass, and she felt an orgasm overwhelm her. Her cunt squirted and her asshole spasmed and she felt herself sink that final inch, impaled on twelve inches of massive black cock.

   He was nowhere near to orgasm however, and when she recovered, he made her start over, sliding her body up and down the shaft, her asshole grasping his rod.  Her Master came over and had her suck him off while she was impaled, and as his cum shot into her mouth she had her second anal orgasm, even more intense than the first.  She had been impaled for almost an hour now, and her ass was very sore.  He made her sit there, motionless, and as she did she felt the fullness, and the soreness and pain, and in spite of herself she came again, sobbing, her body betraying her as it convulsed.  Her Master finally said she had had enough, so the huge man rolled her onto her back, his cock still fully up her ass, and fucked her, pulling his twelve inches out of her and thrusting it back in until he finally came, fully imbedded to the hilt in her ass. 

  After he pulled out, she spent some long minutes cleaning his cock and balls while both men stroked her and told her what a good little anal slut she was.  The black man told her that he had some friends that would like to come over the next day. She shot a quick glance at her Master, the greasy black cock still between her lips, and when he said that would be fine, she just sighed and went back to work.

 

                                                     End…  Anal Slut

BDSM Library: Anal Slut – Part 3

   “I am an anal slut. My ass is available for use by male cock, and I will spread my asscheeks for any male wishing to use me. Thank you, Sir, for using this slut.”  

   She then had to tell the man to spread the word to his friends if he thought that she was a good ass-fuck, and to have them call her Master if they wished to use her.

   When the man left, her Master printed the words out on a piece of paper for her to memorize, and he tested her hourly during the evening to make sure she had them right.

   The next day it was another stranger that showed up at the house. This time though, she was made to slowly strip in the living room, then get into her slave position on the floor while she recited her anal slut script.  Then the man watched as her Master made her take the belt from his pant loops and present it to him so that she may be whipped with it, and whipped she was.  Then she sucked the stranger to full erection, and greased up his cock with her own hands, then presented her ass to him , hands and knees on the floor.  He fucked her long and hard, and her Master again manipulated her clit, allowing her to cum with the man’s cock in her ass.

   Later that afternoon, another man watched as she stood naked in the living room, hands atop her head, while her Master strapped her, front and back. The man laid down on the floor on his back, and her Master had her squat over the man’s cock and take it into her ass, slowly impaling herself. As she ass-fucked herself on the stranger’s cock, her Master took his leather strap and whipped the front of her body; her stomach and the fronts of her thighs, and then directly across her tits. She screamed out in fiery lust, and as the man came inside her bowels, her Master cruelly pinched her nipples, stuck his cock in her mouth, and he came, too.

   Her Master told her that his goal in her training was for her to be able to orgasm just from a cock in her ass with no other stimulation. No touching of the clitoris, no whipping, no pinching of her nipples.  Just the friction of the cock in her anal canal, and the thoughts of what she was doing. She tried. She would get so close, yet the feeling was so fleeting, and then it would be gone. She had practiced on over two dozen cocks now, and could not quite get herself to cum with just a cock in her ass, and she knew her Master was a little disappointed in her.  Then one day a new man showed up. A big, bald, black man. He had the biggest muscles she had ever seen, and when she saw the huge cock on the man she almost fainted as she straddled him.  It took a full five minutes of lowering and raising her body on and off the huge black pole before she could let herself down onto it far enough to let the big black head gain an entrance into her greased ass. 

BDSM Library: Anal Slut – Part 2

   She thought she would die, and her Master put his hand on the back of her head, stroking her hair, and telling her, ‘be still, pet.’  She was trembling as he took the crop from her mouth, stroking the backs of her thighs and her burning ass with the stiff leather.

   She heard the crop whip through the air a split second before she felt the welt rise, and it was all she could do to keep from screaming. A few encouraging words from her Master helped her hold position, and the next twenty three strokes were briskly applied, and at that point she could have cared less who else was in the room.

   Her knees were pulled up as far as they would go towards her head, and she was frantically trying to rub her burning, welted ass on the cool covers beneath her. She felt the bed sag behind her and realized that a man was kneeling behind her. She felt a hard cock bounce off her ass, and heard the unmistakable sound of the lid pop off of a Vaseline jar.  To the side of the bed she could see her Master’s boots, standing next to her, and she now knew that the man behind her was the stranger.  His finger was now applying the grease to her anal pucker, and a finger slowly inserted itself into her asshole, all the way to the palm of the hand. 

   She heard her Master telling her that she was an anal slut, that this is what she had trained for, and as he stroked her hair she felt the strangers cockhead at the entrance to her ass, and she moaned as the flared head made its entrance, slowly easing into her.  The man stopped just inside her, and her Master untied her hands and told her to spread her ass for the man.  She reached back with both hands and pulled her ass cheeks wide, and as she did she felt the cock slide into her ass, until she could feel the hair on the man’s stomach against her beaten ass and thighs.  She began to salivate as she was stretched, the pain giving her a faint pang of pleasure as he withdrew, then slowly sliding into her again. 

   The man was re-positioning himself behind her, and she spread her knees wider, thrusting her ass back to him as he began to increase the speed of his fuck. She had taken six full, hard strokes of cock in her ass when her Master reached between her legs and stroked her clit, and she came against his hand, her cunt squirting on his fingers and her ass clenching on the strangers cock imbedded in her asshole, and she felt the man’s hot spunk squirting into her bowels.

    She was sobbing with the intensity of her orgasm as she felt the man withdraw, and she felt his sperm leaking from her gaping asshole, and then he was in front of her, his shrinking penis covered in the slime of their fuck. She sucked the juices off of his cock, and sucked the sperm from the hair around his balls as best she could, then her Master’s erection was in front of her, and she sucked her Master off with the most loving devotion she could muster, gazing lovingly up into his eyes as he held her head, shooting his seed into her sucking mouth.

  Her Master then made her walk, naked, to the door with man.  She was then made to assume the prostrate slave position, and thank the man for fucking her in the ass. She then repeated the words that her Master related to her. 

BDSM Library: Anal Slut – Part 1

   She had been with him for about a month when it started.  She had committed to being his slave after only a few weeks into their relationship, her life devoted to his pleasure. She found total release in submitting to his desires, and she found him to be a strict but loving Master. 

  She had never taken a man anally before she met him, and he took great delight in penetrating her there; holding her knees hard against her chest while he pressed his hard cock against her greased asshole, slowly letting the head pop into her ass while she gasped, making her open herself while he slid his hardness into her, then slowly withdrawing the entire length, all the way back out, to begin the process again. She was always spanked before the anal sessions, and she could feel the burning in her ass cheeks as she pulled them apart for her ass fucking. 

   He made her beg for them, too. The spankings. And the ass fuckings.  He would spank her soundly, sometimes for an hour or more, until she was reduced to sobbing.  Then he would make her beg to be fucked in the ass.  Even after the spanking, and after all the times it had happened previously,  she never failed to feel a rush of shame and humiliation as she begged for it, begged for the man that had just so mercilessly spanked her, to penetrate her between her spread, burning ass cheeks. He would manipulate the throbbing clitoris that protruded from between her waxed-bare cunt lips with his thumb, and he would make her cum while she was impaled on his cock, her ass muscles clenching the shaft while her cunt convulsed in orgasm. 

   He frequently did not cum while fucking her ass, and he would hold her there, impaled on his hardness, while telling her that she was in training to be an anal slut.  That her ass would be opened by others, and that she would gladly spread her ass cheeks to accept other male cocks, and that she would do it without hesitation.  She always agreed, knowing that it pleased him for her to agree, and her reward was usually more stroking of her clit, allowing her to cum again.  He would then pull out of her ass and straddle her head, and she would open her mouth to take his cock between her lips.  She could smell the acrid smell of her own asshole, and feel the greasy Vaseline on her lips as she slowly, lovingly sucked the hot sperm from her Master’s cock, swallowing it as if were the nectar of the God’s, which, to her, it was.

    She was on her hands and knees on the bed, and had just completed a long session squirming under her Master’s belt.  She held a riding crop between her teeth.  Her Master had told her that he wished to mark her with two dozen welts from it next, and she was to hold it for him, and as she concentrated on not letting it fall from between her teeth, she heard the doorbell ring.  She was told to hold her position as he left the room.  She heard voices; her Master’s and that of another male, and she felt herself flush as the voices entered the room.  Her head was on the mattress, her ass thrust up in the air. Her Master had left the belt draped across her bright red buttocks when he left the room, and he was now telling this stranger about how she had just been whipped with the belt, and that he was just in time to see her be whipped with the crop. 

Passion Under Pressure – Part 2

They stood staring at each other a few moments and then, as if they’d both heard a silent bell, smashed together in violent bear hug. Staggering around the room, they dug their hands deep into each other’s hair, ripping and tearing, as their legs fought frantically as each struggled to maintain her balance against the other girl’s violent pressure. Krys finally managed to trip her brunette opponent but Stephanie’s tight grip caused them both to smash onto the carpet with arms and legs flailing. On the rug they began kicking, punching, slapping and pinching as they rolled back and forth, each trying frantically to pin the other. Their cries of pain mingled with their harsh breathing as the intense exertion began taking its toll.

 

After about ten minutes of viscous back and forth action, their young slender bodies were covered with sweat and scratches but neither showed any sign of weakening. Stephanie managed to gain the upper hand for a moment, her sweat soaked panties pressing down on Krys’ flat tummy as she reached down and dug her claws into her rival’s scratched tits. Twisting and turning the tiny boobs she bathed in the sweet sounds of Krys’ screams but pleasure quickly turned to pain as the redhead’s hands got a double grip on her own pretty titties. They swayed back and forth a few moments, torturing each other’s breasts, both now crying from the pain they were inflicting, until Stephanie couldn’t take it any more.

 

She tried sliding off of Krys but the redhead reached out and grabbed her panties, pulling them down to her knees and exposing her smooth round ass and brown fringed cunt. Krys leaped on the tied up Stephanie and wrapped an arm around her neck, hoping to choke the fight out of her squirming opponent. Stephanie felt Krys’ grip tighten around her windpipe and knew she was in trouble. Kicking and bucking only managed to work her panties down to her ankles. Krys was holding on for dear life, knowing that she was moments away from defeating this bitch and winning Paul all for herself. Then she felt the hand in her panties, followed immediately by a wave of intense pain.

 

Somehow Stephanie had worked her hand back into Krys’ panties and found the crimson bush. Grabbing a patch of pubic hair, she ripped it out by the roots. Krys quickly rolled away, grabbing at her wounded crotch. Quickly kicking off her panties, the nude brunette jumped on the sitting redhead, wrapping her strong legs around her throat and smashing Krys’ head to the floor. Lying on her side, Stephanie ramped up the pressure, squeezing with every ounce of strength she had left in her body as Krys thrashed, kicked and punched her back, desperate to escape. After a few moments of futile struggle, Krys lay still.

 

Stephanie reached down and grabbed a fistful of damp red hair.

 

“Say it!” she growled.

 

Getting no response, she gave a firm yank. Krys moaned in pain. Stephanie pulled harder causing Krys to cry out in agony.

 

“I give up. He’s yours. Let me go.”

 

Stephanie released her grip and stood up. Looking down at her beaten and bloody rival she smiled a small smile and then put a foot on Krys prone body. The better woman had won.