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Episode 148: Jenny's Bad Dream free porn video
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The only information supplied by jenny's grandpa rawbadboyz for this story is her age (17) and an insistence that she really does enjoy being strangled. The events of this fantasy are entirely of my creation and may have taken place over the last 3-4 years.
Grandpa took great delight in punching a new hole in the fixing strap of Jenny's slave collar, so he could fully tighten it around her skinny just-teenage neck, especially at bedtime.
Often the wide black leather slave collar was the only thing Jenny wanted to wear on the weekends, dancing around grandpa's flat in just her new black bra and panties.
In the evening laying across his lap, while grandpa watched TV, he would slide a finger under her collar to check it was just tight enough to restrict her breathing, then stroke her breasts while she gently sucked him off.
He loved watching her undress,wash and brush her teeth ready for bed, then lay back, open-legged, masturbating for him to get off to sleep.
Unfortunately Jenny's sleep was nearly always ruined by bad dreams - she would suddenly sit bolt upright in grandpa's bed, gasping for breath, sweat dripping off her nipples and a damp patch between her legs.
The nightmares always involved her being suspended by the ankles to a high tree branch, naked - legs spread wide, head hanging down.
Passing travellers often used her open mouth as a urinal, sometimes giving her bare breasts a rub if she serviced them well.
Born as recently as 2003, Jenny had only a shaky knowledge of history, but imagined herself in some rural idyll, in medieval times, always in the same tree used for hanging criminals and witches.
One time after watching the Day of The Jackal, she startled awake when the villagers balanced a watermelon between her upturned legs for their archery practice.
The first few arrows narrowly missed penetrating her shaking thighs, then one scored a direct hit on her bullseye, splattering her upturned body in watermelon pieces and juice - she climaxed noisily, to the delight of the watching crowd.
Two hard cocks entered her wide open mouth, while one of the older women attacked her dripping cunt and arse with two knobbly hand-carved wooden dildos - she came like a drain, spraying a jet of pussy juice high into the air, coating everyone within a 2 metre range.
Her basic peasant rags never lasted more than a day, except for the leather slave collar, which tightened up each time it rained or someone pissed on her face.
The local blacksmith was very happy to forge her heavy iron anklets and thigh spreaders for attaching to the chains dangling from the tree branch, in return for a quick suck and fuck.
One time she remembers him turning a piece of lost rusting armour into a shewee for the village girls to urinate on her face without the need to undress.
Jenny often woke up trying to scream, choking on their hot acrid taste in her mouth until grandpa soothed her shakes, stroking her hair and uncovering her nose.
Around 1600, her evil younger sister Cheryl started entering her dreams, setting fire to her pubic hair, spread with pig fat, chanting “burn the witch”, just for her own amusement.
Cheryl worked with the blacksmith to fashion weighted crude iron nipple clamps and a spiked chastity belt, adding to her sister’s nighttime agony each time the red hot metal entered her flesh, then chilled with buckets of cold water.
One time Jenny was rescued by her dad, dressed as the Black Knight, cut down from the tree, a noose around her neck and forced to run along naked, except for a heavy chain mail belt around her waist, behind his horse, stumbling and falling over, across the rough ground to his castle.
When Jenny arrived, sweating and covered in mud, the stallion took a keen interest in licking her clean all over, his long tongue and then even longer erection plundering her depths and threatening to split her open until grandpa, dressed as the Red Knight dragged her out of the stables.
Kneeling on his round table, head secured to the middle, each knight took advantage of her cunt or lubed-up arse as they chose, for 10 minutes vigorous fucking, before rotating her to the next place.
The rope around her neck gradually tightened making her eyes bulge as her openings gradually filled with fresh heraldic seed - she passed out of course in the castle dream, startling awake in her bed back in the real world.
In one particularly nasty nightmare, Jenny journeyed back to what she considered Roman times, tied to a chariot wheel by wet leather thongs, her mouth stuffed with the cocks of castrated slaves, cumming for the amphitheatre crowd before being torn limb from limb by the lions.
The only information supplied by jenny's grandpa rawbadboyz for this story is her age (17) and an insistence that she really does enjoy being strangled. The events of this fantasy are entirely of my creation and may have taken place over the last 3-4 years.
Grandpa took great delight in punching a new hole in the fixing strap of Jenny's slave collar, so he could fully tighten it around her skinny just-teenage neck, especially at bedtime.
Often the wide black leather slave collar was the only thing Jenny wanted to wear on the weekends, dancing around grandpa's flat in just her new black bra and panties.
In the evening laying across his lap, while grandpa watched TV, he would slide a finger under her collar to check it was just tight enough to restrict her breathing, then stroke her breasts while she gently sucked him off.
He loved watching her undress,wash and brush her teeth ready for bed, then lay back, open-legged, masturbating for him to get off to sleep.
Unfortunately Jenny's sleep was nearly always ruined by bad dreams - she would suddenly sit bolt upright in grandpa's bed, gasping for breath, sweat dripping off her nipples and a damp patch between her legs.
The nightmares always involved her being suspended by the ankles to a high tree branch, naked - legs spread wide, head hanging down.
Passing travellers often used her open mouth as a urinal, sometimes giving her bare breasts a rub if she serviced them well.
Born as recently as 2003, Jenny had only a shaky knowledge of history, but imagined herself in some rural idyll, in medieval times, always in the same tree used for hanging criminals and witches.
One time after watching the Day of The Jackal, she startled awake when the villagers balanced a watermelon between her upturned legs for their archery practice.
The first few arrows narrowly missed penetrating her shaking thighs, then one scored a direct hit on her bullseye, splattering her upturned body in watermelon pieces and juice - she climaxed noisily, to the delight of the watching crowd.
Two hard cocks entered her wide open mouth, while one of the older women attacked her dripping cunt and arse with two knobbly hand-carved wooden dildos - she came like a drain, spraying a jet of pussy juice high into the air, coating everyone within a 2 metre range.
Her basic peasant rags never lasted more than a day, except for the leather slave collar, which tightened up each time it rained or someone pissed on her face.
The local blacksmith was very happy to forge her heavy iron anklets and thigh spreaders for attaching to the chains dangling from the tree branch, in return for a quick suck and fuck.
One time she remembers him turning a piece of lost rusting armour into a shewee for the village girls to urinate on her face without the need to undress.
Jenny often woke up trying to scream, choking on their hot acrid taste in her mouth until grandpa soothed her shakes, stroking her hair and uncovering her nose.
Around 1600, her evil younger sister Cheryl started entering her dreams, setting fire to her pubic hair, spread with pig fat, chanting “burn the witch”, just for her own amusement.
Cheryl worked with the blacksmith to fashion weighted crude iron nipple clamps and a spiked chastity belt, adding to her sister’s nighttime agony each time the red hot metal entered her flesh, then chilled with buckets of cold water.
One time Jenny was rescued by her dad, dressed as the Black Knight, cut down from the tree, a noose around her neck and forced to run along naked, except for a heavy chain mail belt around her waist, behind his horse, stumbling and falling over, across the rough ground to his castle.
When Jenny arrived, sweating and covered in mud, the stallion took a keen interest in licking her clean all over, his long tongue and then even longer erection plundering her depths and threatening to split her open until grandpa, dressed as the Red Knight dragged her out of the stables.
Kneeling on his round table, head secured to the middle, each knight took advantage of her cunt or lubed-up arse as they chose, for 10 minutes vigorous fucking, before rotating her to the next place.
The rope around her neck gradually tightened making her eyes bulge as her openings gradually filled with fresh heraldic seed - she passed out of course in the castle dream, startling awake in her bed back in the real world.
In one particularly nasty nightmare, Jenny journeyed back to what she considered Roman times, tied to a chariot wheel by wet leather thongs, her mouth stuffed with the cocks of castrated slaves, cumming for the amphitheatre crowd before being torn limb from limb by the lions.
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