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New Neighbor Makes Me her Bitch Pt2
That was Saturday. Then came Sunday. Being dominated completely and being helpless for a 6’3” bull that has been a strength coach is a dream come true. If it is yours as well, Please read.
I knocked on the door and she stood there looking at me with a mix of happiness and condescension on her face. She had on black yoga pants that hugged her muscular lower body. Her tanned abs were obvious below the sport bra that fought to control her large breasts. She had her hair pulled back in a ponytail.
She pulled me in by the front of my shirt and closed the door behind us. She did not say a word. Still with a tight hold of my shirt, she turned and walked me to her bedroom again. My cock was getting hard. I was going to get fucked again, I knew it. I also had decided I wanted it to happen.
She let go of me in the middle of her bedroom. She said simply, “Strip,” and I did. I watched as she walked over to a closet door and swung it open. On the inside of the door hung all manner of things Whips, canes, paddles clamps and some devices I neither recognized nor wanted to know what they were for. I moved faster as she selected a pink handle with pink rubber strands, lots of heavy pink rubber strands, that hung maybe t two and a half feet.
She slowly walked over and stood in front of me as I scrambled to remove the last of my clothes. “Kneel, bitch,” she commanded. I complied. “Take off my pants!” she said and as I reached for her hips she swung the heavy whip behind her, over her shoulder and down over my back. It slapped hard. The tips swung under my ass and stung. A couple bit my testicles. I yelped and she laughed. “I like that sound!” she said as I worked hard to get my fingers to peel her sweaty work out pants off. The tenth blow landed just as I got both legs down to her ankles and she grabbed handfuls of my hair before allowing me to help her step out of the wet stretchy material.
Keeping hold of my hair, she walked me to a chair by the bathroom. She told me to wait there. I watched as she stepped into the bathroom and peed in the toilet. She smiled at me as she did so. Then she got up without wiping. She walked to the chair in front of me and sat down. Her legs were spread. Her hips were near the front of the chair. I could see her wet pussy. It shone in the dim light. As did the drops on her ass. The whip came up and landed on my back. “What are you waiting for? Eat me, slut.” I had little choice. The whip was rolling off of my shoulder and she was lazily swinging it back around and up a gain… and again … and again.
It was wrong. It was disgusting. My cock got harder and harder. I lost count of the number of lashes. I watched her cup and squeeze her breast. She pulled the stretchy material above each. Then she lifted one to her mouth as she continued to stripe my flesh.
It was pungent, salty… It was her and I suck and licked her like a mad man. When I moved my mouth up after licking every remaining drop from her, she told me to suck there, lick there… I did. I sucked on her clit and licked it like a pro as she called me a good little “cunt whore”. She came like a fire hydrant. I did my best. I tried to drink it all.
“On your back, slut.” I scrambled and laid with my back in the wet puddle of juices that I had missed. Where the whip had stung the worst, it stung even more now! ‘Feet straight up.” I did. She moved the chair up to my bottom. She grabbed my heels and folded my knees so my feet were on the front of the seat of the chair, raising my ass up off of the hardwood parquet floor. “Stroke your cock for me and let me know when you are ready to cum.”
Folded in two, wiped her juice from the floor onto my rigid cock and began stroking it. I had never stroked myself like this. My cock was pointing at my face. I felt her legs spread to the outside of my hips and she was running her sharpend fingernails over my balls. Digging into my ass… fingering my sphincter. She called me her sex toy, her slut. My cock belonged to her and she owned my fat full balls. She flicked them with a lacquered fingernail.
“I’ m ready.” I managed to breathe.
Leaning forward, she hooked my ankles on her shoulders, and stood up, compacting me into a tighter ball. “Cum for me you little whore. Open your mouth and taste your sperm! I want to kiss it from your tongue!” She hissed on me from above as she sat on the back of my thighs. My mouth could barely open, by chin was so hard into my chest. But as I felt it boiling up my cock, I aimed carefully.
Some of it landed in my eyes. Some on my chest. Still more landed in my nose. Most went in my mouth as my whipped back screamed in pain. She grabbed hold of my prick when I finally released it, and she shook it viciously, sending more drips and strands flying over me.
She let me up and I groaned. She took off the bra and grabbed my hair, pulling me into the large shower. She turned the shower on hot. I had to stand there while she piled her mass of dark hair up. She had me soap her and rinse as my back took the hot water. When I said I was done, she told me to kneel. I did. She turned her back to me and bent over putting her hand on the seat at the far end of the shower. “Clean my ass. Bitch.”
I did. I licked around the outside. I pushed my tongue into her. I made her groan. I did it more while she rubbed her pussy and came.
I toweled her off. She kissed my lips and tongue. She said I tasted like sperm and ass. She told me to get dressed and come back next weekend.
Tomorrow is Saturday
Short, not so sweet. If you are a guy who wants to read more of letting a woman be the strong one, let me know.
Ladies, if you are fucking tired of men cumming before your are even wet and would like to control your man and make him your bitch, leave me a comment. What would you do to him? What would you make him do?
That was Saturday. Then came Sunday. Being dominated completely and being helpless for a 6’3” bull that has been a strength coach is a dream come true. If it is yours as well, Please read.
I knocked on the door and she stood there looking at me with a mix of happiness and condescension on her face. She had on black yoga pants that hugged her muscular lower body. Her tanned abs were obvious below the sport bra that fought to control her large breasts. She had her hair pulled back in a ponytail.
She pulled me in by the front of my shirt and closed the door behind us. She did not say a word. Still with a tight hold of my shirt, she turned and walked me to her bedroom again. My cock was getting hard. I was going to get fucked again, I knew it. I also had decided I wanted it to happen.
She let go of me in the middle of her bedroom. She said simply, “Strip,” and I did. I watched as she walked over to a closet door and swung it open. On the inside of the door hung all manner of things Whips, canes, paddles clamps and some devices I neither recognized nor wanted to know what they were for. I moved faster as she selected a pink handle with pink rubber strands, lots of heavy pink rubber strands, that hung maybe t two and a half feet.
She slowly walked over and stood in front of me as I scrambled to remove the last of my clothes. “Kneel, bitch,” she commanded. I complied. “Take off my pants!” she said and as I reached for her hips she swung the heavy whip behind her, over her shoulder and down over my back. It slapped hard. The tips swung under my ass and stung. A couple bit my testicles. I yelped and she laughed. “I like that sound!” she said as I worked hard to get my fingers to peel her sweaty work out pants off. The tenth blow landed just as I got both legs down to her ankles and she grabbed handfuls of my hair before allowing me to help her step out of the wet stretchy material.
Keeping hold of my hair, she walked me to a chair by the bathroom. She told me to wait there. I watched as she stepped into the bathroom and peed in the toilet. She smiled at me as she did so. Then she got up without wiping. She walked to the chair in front of me and sat down. Her legs were spread. Her hips were near the front of the chair. I could see her wet pussy. It shone in the dim light. As did the drops on her ass. The whip came up and landed on my back. “What are you waiting for? Eat me, slut.” I had little choice. The whip was rolling off of my shoulder and she was lazily swinging it back around and up a gain… and again … and again.
It was wrong. It was disgusting. My cock got harder and harder. I lost count of the number of lashes. I watched her cup and squeeze her breast. She pulled the stretchy material above each. Then she lifted one to her mouth as she continued to stripe my flesh.
It was pungent, salty… It was her and I suck and licked her like a mad man. When I moved my mouth up after licking every remaining drop from her, she told me to suck there, lick there… I did. I sucked on her clit and licked it like a pro as she called me a good little “cunt whore”. She came like a fire hydrant. I did my best. I tried to drink it all.
“On your back, slut.” I scrambled and laid with my back in the wet puddle of juices that I had missed. Where the whip had stung the worst, it stung even more now! ‘Feet straight up.” I did. She moved the chair up to my bottom. She grabbed my heels and folded my knees so my feet were on the front of the seat of the chair, raising my ass up off of the hardwood parquet floor. “Stroke your cock for me and let me know when you are ready to cum.”
Folded in two, wiped her juice from the floor onto my rigid cock and began stroking it. I had never stroked myself like this. My cock was pointing at my face. I felt her legs spread to the outside of my hips and she was running her sharpend fingernails over my balls. Digging into my ass… fingering my sphincter. She called me her sex toy, her slut. My cock belonged to her and she owned my fat full balls. She flicked them with a lacquered fingernail.
“I’ m ready.” I managed to breathe.
Leaning forward, she hooked my ankles on her shoulders, and stood up, compacting me into a tighter ball. “Cum for me you little whore. Open your mouth and taste your sperm! I want to kiss it from your tongue!” She hissed on me from above as she sat on the back of my thighs. My mouth could barely open, by chin was so hard into my chest. But as I felt it boiling up my cock, I aimed carefully.
Some of it landed in my eyes. Some on my chest. Still more landed in my nose. Most went in my mouth as my whipped back screamed in pain. She grabbed hold of my prick when I finally released it, and she shook it viciously, sending more drips and strands flying over me.
She let me up and I groaned. She took off the bra and grabbed my hair, pulling me into the large shower. She turned the shower on hot. I had to stand there while she piled her mass of dark hair up. She had me soap her and rinse as my back took the hot water. When I said I was done, she told me to kneel. I did. She turned her back to me and bent over putting her hand on the seat at the far end of the shower. “Clean my ass. Bitch.”
I did. I licked around the outside. I pushed my tongue into her. I made her groan. I did it more while she rubbed her pussy and came.
I toweled her off. She kissed my lips and tongue. She said I tasted like sperm and ass. She told me to get dressed and come back next weekend.
Tomorrow is Saturday
Short, not so sweet. If you are a guy who wants to read more of letting a woman be the strong one, let me know.
Ladies, if you are fucking tired of men cumming before your are even wet and would like to control your man and make him your bitch, leave me a comment. What would you do to him? What would you make him do?
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