Deep Dick Destroyer Owns My Pussy

Orgasm after orgasm, I just keep cumming.

In a dimly lit room, I lie on my back, legs quivering, hair a mess, mascara running. I don’t have one fuck to give, however, because I’m in ecstasy, and this deep dick destroyer is to blame.

Let’s start at the beginning. Two weeks ago, I answered an ad posted by a tall, dark, deep dick destroyer, who was seeking a submissive fuck toy. I don’t usually do this sort of thing, but I responded to the ad. Wow, am I glad that I did.

He instructed me on when and where to be. I followed his instructions and showed up in a sexy black latex dress that was like glue on my curves. Underneath, I sported nothing but stockings and a freshly waxed pussy.

By the smile on the deep dick destroyer’s lips and the huge bulge in his pants, I could see that I had his approval. He invited me inside and offered me a set of leather cuffs for my wrists. My heart was pounding, my palms sweaty, and my mouth dry, but I put the cuffs on each wrist. The cuffs were connected by a heavy-duty chain that deep dick destroyer used to lead me to his playroom.

Deep dick destroyer circled me slowly.

The look on his face said it all; he was hungry, and I was about to be his meal. As a result of that look, excitement starts running through my veins like a thoroughbred horse at the Kentucky Derby. My cunt is dripping wet. My clit is beating like it has its own pulse. I can’t think straight.

Deep dick destroyer orders me to strip for him and put my hands in the air. As I comply, he attaches my wrist cuffs to an overhead bar, leaving me stretched as I stand on the toes of the heels I’m wearing, totally vulnerable and exposed.

Wasting no time, this man grabs a crop and begins to strike me all over. My juicy, plump ass, my perky tits, my flat stomach, as well as the tops and insides of my thighs. With each strike, I wince and let out a small cry, but I cannot hide how turned on I am. His hands run up and down my slick slit, and he nods his approval.

Deep dick destroyer lowers the bar I’m attached to, now I’m on my knees. I gasp in shock and excitement as he pulls down his pants, and his huge monster cock announces its presence. Turns out that deep dick destroyer is sporting 11 inches of premium wood that is as big around as my fist.

My mouth is watering.

He must read my mind, because he begins tracing my lips with his head, then he smacks it across my face. “Open,” he demands in a low, gravely voice. Next, he pushes his dick into my mouth and then my throat. My lips are stretched out and barely fit around his anaconda. I slurp and suck the biggest dick that I’ve ever had with enthusiasm. “Good girl,” he whispers in my ear as he unfastens the wrist cuffs from the bar.

Deep dick destroyer orders me to lie on my tummy over the bondage bench, then punishes and uses my body as he wants for the next two hours. When he is finally satisfied, I am a wet, dripping mess. My ass is still red like a tomato and swollen. My generous, perky tits are sore with whelps. Every muscle in my legs is quivering; I don’t dare get up.

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