petes478
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Seeking Rachel. Mid-thirties, long blond hair, craves sexual degradation and public humiliation of all kinds.
Sitting at her desk each day wearing her trademark white silk blouse, and padded Victoria's Secret White lace brassiere, she dreams of being taken, suddenly, and forced, used, utilized by men who use her for rough sex. In reality she is a delicate flower of a woman, applies her make-up each morning "just so", and is always quick with a smile and joke for her office mates. Nobody who knows Rachel would ever dream that this somewhat shy, pleasant, carefree girl has the need to be mastered, controlled, forced, ogled, used, degraded, and humiliated.
Rachel fantasizes every night as she closes her eyes about sneaking off from work during lunch to the bondage boutique down the road, and slipping into the french maid's costume, before going downstairs to the "dungeon" where, she has read, women are whipped and spanked in the plain view of strangers (men and women) for the pleasure of all involved.
Rachel longs for the anticipation of having her wrists cuffed and connected to the bar on the ceiling, her body tightly restricted while standing, her tits and nipples standing straight out, perky in the shadow-light, while her bottom is spanked and whipped, and she cries out.
Just this thought makes Rachel flood in between her legs, and she opens them up wider, stroking her clit as she continues imagining the dark hooded man with the enormous bulge in his jeans (that she knows is for her, and she will be made, be forced, to "pay" for this upcoming pleasure in some way).
Rachel is sweating now, craving his force, his control, her body/soul and mind are all his now, she has no will any longer.
"Who are you?" he asks, calmly, standing before her.
"I am your slut puppy to use as you choose, Daddy. Use me hard, and force me, slap me, spank me, hurt me."
The first "thwack" stung her as she realized he had whacked her ass with a
light buggy whip.
Her body and mind still convulsing from the surprise, the sting, the punishment, the pleasure she was deriving by knowing this was all exciting and arousing the crowd made her swoon.
He unbuckled his jeans and she saw a massive erection, big, thick, pulsating, throbbing, surrounded by glorious red pubic hair as if his cock was on fire.
Rachel heard the clank of the chains as her wrists were uncuffed, and the man grabbed a handful of her hair and pulled it hard, forcing her into blind submission, stinging pain shooting into her head, he forced her to her knees, sweating profusely, he forced her mouth to his hard throbbing cock, and she hungrily began to suck his dick, but as he used her head as a yo-yo, she gagged a few times, and the force of this face-fucking was strong and powerful. Rachel had no thought or choice in this matter. She was being face-fucked hard and fast, and her saliva began to drool down her cheek and chin, making a long swirl of drool which fell all the way down to the floor. The man was rough and hard, seeming to take particular delight each time Rachel made a sound of slurping, or gagging. She wasn't Rachel anymore. She was his. Theirs. To be used and abused as much as they liked. She was being forced and some part of her deep inside herself LOVED it!
Her mind was made up, she didn't have to weigh any possibilities. This desiciveness and clarity brought her calm, peace.
When he rolled her over onto all fours and she heard the excited voices and noises from the crowd of onlookers and passers-by in the dungeon, she felt in one way a million miles away, full of gauze and cotton like in a dentists office under amnesia. While at the same time Rachel was extremely, exquisitely aware of the effect this man and this scenario was having on her, and the effect her naked body and submissive degrading behavior was having on the crowd.
She felt him crouching behind her, on his haunches, a finger in her asshole, pulling her asshole open, and another finger in her mouth, as if he owned her, body and soul, crevie to crevice.
She heard the eruption from the crowd as she simultaneously felt her slick, wet, cunt being penetrated by this rough hard man, balls slapping up against Rachel's buttocks with each thrust as he had his way with her, thrusting harder and harder, pulling her hair tighter and tighter as he fucked her cunt hard and fast from behind.
Are you Rachel or Rachel-like?
Write me.
Sitting at her desk each day wearing her trademark white silk blouse, and padded Victoria's Secret White lace brassiere, she dreams of being taken, suddenly, and forced, used, utilized by men who use her for rough sex. In reality she is a delicate flower of a woman, applies her make-up each morning "just so", and is always quick with a smile and joke for her office mates. Nobody who knows Rachel would ever dream that this somewhat shy, pleasant, carefree girl has the need to be mastered, controlled, forced, ogled, used, degraded, and humiliated.
Rachel fantasizes every night as she closes her eyes about sneaking off from work during lunch to the bondage boutique down the road, and slipping into the french maid's costume, before going downstairs to the "dungeon" where, she has read, women are whipped and spanked in the plain view of strangers (men and women) for the pleasure of all involved.
Rachel longs for the anticipation of having her wrists cuffed and connected to the bar on the ceiling, her body tightly restricted while standing, her tits and nipples standing straight out, perky in the shadow-light, while her bottom is spanked and whipped, and she cries out.
Just this thought makes Rachel flood in between her legs, and she opens them up wider, stroking her clit as she continues imagining the dark hooded man with the enormous bulge in his jeans (that she knows is for her, and she will be made, be forced, to "pay" for this upcoming pleasure in some way).
Rachel is sweating now, craving his force, his control, her body/soul and mind are all his now, she has no will any longer.
"Who are you?" he asks, calmly, standing before her.
"I am your slut puppy to use as you choose, Daddy. Use me hard, and force me, slap me, spank me, hurt me."
The first "thwack" stung her as she realized he had whacked her ass with a
light buggy whip.
Her body and mind still convulsing from the surprise, the sting, the punishment, the pleasure she was deriving by knowing this was all exciting and arousing the crowd made her swoon.
He unbuckled his jeans and she saw a massive erection, big, thick, pulsating, throbbing, surrounded by glorious red pubic hair as if his cock was on fire.
Rachel heard the clank of the chains as her wrists were uncuffed, and the man grabbed a handful of her hair and pulled it hard, forcing her into blind submission, stinging pain shooting into her head, he forced her to her knees, sweating profusely, he forced her mouth to his hard throbbing cock, and she hungrily began to suck his dick, but as he used her head as a yo-yo, she gagged a few times, and the force of this face-fucking was strong and powerful. Rachel had no thought or choice in this matter. She was being face-fucked hard and fast, and her saliva began to drool down her cheek and chin, making a long swirl of drool which fell all the way down to the floor. The man was rough and hard, seeming to take particular delight each time Rachel made a sound of slurping, or gagging. She wasn't Rachel anymore. She was his. Theirs. To be used and abused as much as they liked. She was being forced and some part of her deep inside herself LOVED it!
Her mind was made up, she didn't have to weigh any possibilities. This desiciveness and clarity brought her calm, peace.
When he rolled her over onto all fours and she heard the excited voices and noises from the crowd of onlookers and passers-by in the dungeon, she felt in one way a million miles away, full of gauze and cotton like in a dentists office under amnesia. While at the same time Rachel was extremely, exquisitely aware of the effect this man and this scenario was having on her, and the effect her naked body and submissive degrading behavior was having on the crowd.
She felt him crouching behind her, on his haunches, a finger in her asshole, pulling her asshole open, and another finger in her mouth, as if he owned her, body and soul, crevie to crevice.
She heard the eruption from the crowd as she simultaneously felt her slick, wet, cunt being penetrated by this rough hard man, balls slapping up against Rachel's buttocks with each thrust as he had his way with her, thrusting harder and harder, pulling her hair tighter and tighter as he fucked her cunt hard and fast from behind.
Are you Rachel or Rachel-like?
Write me.
