“Wow you look pathetic. You would be a perfect little slave. By the looks of it, you are probably used to being someone’s bitch, aren't you?” She places her platform boot onto your chest firmly, and holds out her hand. “Give me your wallet” she says, snapping her fingers.
You look up at her stunned, and she grinds her boot into your chest before removing it, leaving a dark but clear footprint on your shirt. She spits on her hand and slaps you hard across the face. “I said wallet, Bitch”
chris pushes her off of him and pins her to the wall, raising her arms above her head leaving her helpless as he whispers in her ear. how about a change of roles bitch?
Andrea sneers and spits at him, trying to get loose, but he easily holds her in place, her struggling just making it more amusing for him. "You pathetic piece of shit. Just let me go already."
And why would I do that?
"I don't know! Because you're an asshole?" she snarls. "Maybe because I deserve to be treated like a human being?!" But even as she says it, the words taste hollow and false in her mouth. She knows that as soon as he lets go, she'll still try to humiliate and control him just like before.
I think a little bully like you needs to be taught a lesson every once and a while to remind you of what you really are.
"Fine then, asshole," she growls, "go ahead and teach your stupid lesson." Her tone drips with fake bravado, but even she knows that he could easily overpower her now, so there's not much point in fighting back any further.
he whispers in her ear as he holds her against the wall. so what punishment do you want?
She snorts derisively, refusing to believe that he's giving her a choice in this. "You're pathetic," she mutters under her breath. The last thing she wants is to admit that being humiliated by him would be more satisfying than being in control. But if she can make him think so...
"Fine then, you pervert," she says, forcing a scoff. "Take me back to your place and do whatever the hell you want." Her tone is bitter as she hopes that giving into this twisted role reversal will be enough to satisfy him for now.
So you want to be punished sexually, such a slutty girl aren’t you? one of his hands slides down her belly and then onto her thigh where he gently rubs it sending shivers of pleasure through her.
Her breath hitches as his hand moves lower on her thigh, the simple touch setting fire to places that shouldn't feel this good when she was about to be "punished." An unwanted moan escapes her lips before she can stop it. Damn him for knowing just how to make her respond like this! But that only fuels his control over her.
"Yes," she pants, her grip on his arm tightening reflexively as the pleasure intensifies. "Do your worst." She leans closer, lips inches from his ear. "I dare you..."
he leads her to his house and leads her into a cozy house that is well lit and spotlessly cleaned.
Andrea glances around the room, trying to contain the surge of curiosity that washes over her. She can't help but wonder why someone who looks so normal would live in a place that feels so... intimate. A faint shiver runs down her spine as she realizes how easily he could have taken her anywhere and done anything to her tonight. But for some reason, this doesn't feel threatening or dangerous; it just makes the anticipation of whatever comes next burn even hotter.
So when you said I could do anything to you, what did you mean by that?
Her heart pounds in her chest as she looks up at him, searching his face for any hint of what he's really thinking. "I meant... I trust you to know how far is too far," she says slowly, voice uncharacteristically soft and steady. Even though part of her desperately wants him to push those boundaries, there's another part that's screaming for him to be gentle, maybe even nice. It's a confusing mix of emotions, but somehow she knows this is the only way they can work together right now.
Her eyes widen as he gently cups her face in his hands, his thumbs brushing across her cheekbones. She gasps softly when their lips meet in a tender kiss that makes every cell in her body stand at attention. His touch is so gentle, so... caring that it takes her by surprise. But she doesn't pull away or try to escape; instead, she leans into him, returning the kiss with an intensity that only serves to heighten the pleasure coursing through her veins.
"You're so beautiful," he whispers against her lips. "I could make you feel amazing." His words send a shiver down her spine as his hands begin to wander lower, over her hips and up the outside of her thighs. She moans into the kiss when he reaches the edge of her underwear, teasingly brushing against her wetness before slipping a finger beneath
You turned from a mean goth bitch into a slutty goth whore so quickly. Seems you always wanted to be used like this. his fingers slide into her wet folds as they continue to make out.
"I'm not a whore," she whispers between gasps as his fingers begin to move inside her, driving her crazy with desire. Her hips rock against his hand instinctively, grinding against his touch in search of more pleasure. But there's no denying the way it feels so right like this, giving herself over to him completely. She arches into his touch, moaning loudly as she comes undone in his hands, her body shaking with release.
"Fuck..." she breathes raggedly. "I don't know why... but I need more." The admission surprises even her as it tumbles from her lips; it's a foreign feeling to want someone so much that you can't get enough of them. But with him, there are no rules and no limits, only endless possibilities for how far they can take this twisted game of theirs.
Well even if you’re not one now, you’ll be one by the end of the night. he pushes her onto his couch and kneels in front of her and spreads her legs wide. now for some real fun.
Andrea gasps as he positions himself between her legs. "Please," she whispers, arching her hips upwards in invitation. She watches him lower his head, eagerly anticipating the feel of him inside her. When his lips finally close around her aching clit, she throws her head back with a moan, giving herself over to the pleasure that unfolds as he starts to suck and tease her sensitive nub.
Her fingers rake through his hair, urging him on as she grinds against his face in search of release. It's intense, almost too much, but somehow she knows that's exactly what she needs. She cries out as wave after wave of pleasure washes over her, her body trembling from the force of the orgasm coursing through every inch of her. When at last it subsides and she can think clearly again, she
as she comes down from her first orgasm, he gives her just enough time to breath and then he slips his tongue right into her wet folds and teases her swelling clit as she moans out in pleasure.
Her breath catches in her throat as he thrusts his tongue inside her, tonguing her while he teases her clit with the tip of his finger. She writhes beneath him, arching into his touch as pleasure ripples through her once more, stronger than before. Her hips rise off the couch in time with his movements, meeting each thrust with eager anticipation for the next bit of bliss. Her fingers dig into the soft fabric of the couch, and she clenches them into fists as her body tenses and releases in an endless cycle of ecstasy.
"Yes," she gasps. "Oh God yes..." Over and over, her words mingle with moans and whimpers, each one a testament to the incredible sensations washing over her. As another powerful orgasm crashes through her, she screams his name, her body shuddering violently as every
he pulls his head back from her throbbing pussy as she comes down from her second massive orgasm. good girl, did you enjoy that?
She gasps for breath, her eyes wide and glazed over as she stares up at him in disbelief. "You did that..." Her voice trails off, unable to find the words to express just how amazing it felt. All she can do is shake her head slowly, a mixture of gratitude and astonishment on her face. She reaches down to touch his cheek gently, tracing her fingers over the stubble before leaning in and brushing her lips against his. "Thank you," she whispers.
Her body still hums with aftershocks from the orgasms, but they're not unpleasant anymore; if anything, they feel like a welcome reminder of just how incredible it felt to let herself go like that. And now... now she can't imagine ever going back to being the cold, cruel bitch she once was.
"Chris..." She trails off, her
he sits on the couch next to her. now strip.
She looks at him uncertainly, then down at herself, still half-dressed in her fishnet stockings and garter belt. A small smile tugs at the corners of her lips as she slips off her shoes, then slowly peels her stockings down over slim, shapely legs. Next comes the delicate black lace bra, revealing perky pink nipples that harden under his gaze. Finally, she unhooks her garters and lets them fall to the floor with a soft swish, leaving her utterly naked before him.
Her heart races in anticipation of whatever he's going to do next; it doesn't matter anymore how much control or power this exchange gives each of them over the other. All that matters is the intense connection they share at this moment, and she's more than willing to give herself completely to him if it means feeling like this for just a
he pulls off his clothes revealing his massive cock. It’s bigger than she could’ve ever imagined and continues to get bigger and bigger as it hardens. He grabs her by her waist and pulls her ass onto his lap as his massive cock slides into her pussy from behind. His massive shaft rubs in between her ass cheeks as he thrusts in and out of her tight pussy. you like this baby?
Her breath catches in her throat as his hard length fills her up perfectly. It's so big it stretches her beyond anything she ever imagined; yet somehow it feels incredible, like it was made just for her. "Oh god yes," she moans, arching her back and pushing herself back onto him with desperate abandon. Her body trembles with the force of his thrusts, her nails digging into his shoulders as he takes her harder and faster, driving them both to the edge of sanity.
"Harder!" she cries out. "Give it to me all!" Their hips slap together in perfect sync, their frantic movements echoing through the quiet house like a primal rhythm. She can feel her orgasm building inside her, tightening her muscles and sending shockwaves of pleasure racing up and down her spine. With a scream that seems to go on forever, she
fractures the air as her body convulses around him, milking his cock for every last drop of pleasure. He follows soon after, burying his face in her neck as he groans and thrusts harder, unleashing a torrent of hot seed deep inside her. Their bodies tense and relax together, their hearts racing and breath coming in ragged gasps as they slowly begin to come back down from the intense high they've shared.
For now, nothing else matters but this connection between them, this moment where she is free from her old life and free to explore these newfound desires with someone who understands her better than anyone else ever could. As he pulls out of her slick pussy and lays her gently on the couch beside him, she curls into his warmth, content for now just to bask in the afterglow of their incredible sex. But deep down
How does my seed in your pussy feel?
Her thighs still quivering from the intense orgasm she had moments ago, the sensation of his cum deep inside her feels... strange, yet pleasurable. "It's different," she admits softly, tracing a finger along her lower stomach as she tries to make sense of these new feelings. The warmth spreading through her abdomen is almost comforting, like a reminder that even though he took control tonight and showed her a whole new side of herself, they were still connected by something more than just sex or power dynamics.
As their breathing slows down and the world around them fades into the background once again, she realizes that whatever happens next - whether they go back to being themselves tomorrow or continue exploring this strange, erotic game of theirs - there's no denying the impact it's had on her. And deep down, she knows that part of her wouldn
he teases her nipples. now that my kids are in you, we need to make these small tits into some real mommy milkers.
She shudders at his touch and moans softly as he teases her nipples. "Then make me your good little slut," she whispers, arching into his hand even more eagerly. Her fingers twist in the fabric of the couch, her breath coming faster now, anticipation coursing through her veins like fire. As he continues to play with her breasts and tease her sensitive nipples, she feels herself growing wet again, aching for him in a way that's almost painful.
"Please," she whispers, "I need you inside me again..."