As she rubbed her pussy back and forth on her slave’s tongue, she looked down on that thin little stick of a body, spread out flat on the hardwood floor for her–beneath her–and saw a tiny two-inch bulge poking up through the fabric of the panties she had dressed her in.
Eleanor laughed–not just a giggle or a small chuckle, but a steady stream of powerful laughter. “You’re never gonna fit inside my pussy with your tiny white dick, you little faggot,” she said as she rode Matty’s face.
When she heard her groan from beneath her pussy-folds, she only laughed again–and harder. Matty soon got back to her licking, anyway.
She soon found the sweet spot to tongue, right on Eleanor’s clitoris; it was somewhat impressive and surprising how easily she always seemed to find it.
“Oh, that’s it, right there,” Eleanor breathed out before releasing a great and feminine moan into the air around them. Her licks shot lightning through her body from the bottom up.
Finally, she pressed down hard and wrapped her thighs around Matty’s arms, closing them about her thin little twig of a body.
As her slave sucked her clit, she heaved out a long and luscious moan until she squirted out right into Matty’s mouth. She let it all leak out inside and proceeded to stand up, slowly removing the center of her holiness from her slave’s little face.
Eleanor looked down on Matty’s head on the floor beneath her. She looked absolutely pathetic, her skeletal form covered in nothing but her lacy little bra and panties. “Get up, sissy boy,” she commanded, waving her right hand upward.
“You’re gonna get me in trouble,” Matty said so insolently to Eleanor’s surprise. She had given her the gift of worship, and now she craved the cruelty of punishment?
Matty rose to her feet anyways, careful not to bump up against Eleanor, who stood right above her still. The slave looked Eleanor in the eyes with great intensity. “I’m a girl, Mommy. Just look at me,” she said very vividly.
Eleanor just looked at her face for a moment. She was still wearing the makeup she had put on her earlier, but her lipstick was obviously smeared now that her face had been ridden. Her hair was even longer than her own.
She was really just a pale little beta, but she looked good. Then, she pieced together the perfect thing to say. She smiled. “You’re right. You’ll never be a real man.”
“Yes, Mommy,” Matty said. She looked like she almost dropped to her knees again. What a crazy little bitch.
Eleanor just kept smiling at her. She got exactly what she wanted, anyway.
“Don’t talk to me for the rest of the day,” she ordered her directly, as she always had.
“Yes, Mommy,” Matty obediently answered, as always. She felt the sadness flow out of her eyes as she watched them widen.
“I’m going to fuck Dominik and you’re not coming with me this time,” she explained. Her smile didn’t stop, purely because of Matty’s weakness being made so palpable to her.
The sissy was just frozen in front of her after humiliating herself and worshiping her. Maybe she would cry, but Eleanor liked that.
Matty only wailed, “Yes, Mommy,” like the little wimp she was.
“You’re my little bitch and I love that.”
Eleanor made sure to turn around the moment after affirming her. She didn’t even really expect to say that to her… it was pure intuition, pure instinct, pure impulse. Matty, she left frozen there, tantalized by the sight of her walking away again.
She grabbed her leggings and thong from the floor and traipsed back into her bedroom to put them back on and make sure she was all ready for the liaison of the night.
Matty could keep the bralette and panties; that privilege was one she clearly cherished in her broken little heart. What a faggot she was dating. It all made her more excited to see the sissy’s bully.
She heard a little whimpering sob behind her, and her pussy tensed up.
Contemplating this night, now long gone in the past, Eleanor felt somewhat remorseful. She did what she had to do to keep the sissy in line–it wasn’t that which she worried about–but perhaps she had been a touch too cruel along the way, especially on that night. Surely a slave as obedient as her deserved at least a sliver of mercy.
Wistful in her reminiscence on that cool and rainy summer day of gray, she wondered how Matty was holding up back at the cuckold camp and whether the dommes there had gone too far the way she had. In that moment, she resolved to give Matty a new name when she finally graced her with her presence once again–a totally feminized name, for her totally feminized slave.
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Finn’s knees ached and his heart pounded out of his chest as he knelt before the powerful black owner of the camp, Abraham. Both of them were totally naked, aside from the bright pink leash and matching collar Fiona had left around Finn’s neck for easy access. Abraham held it in his strong right hand, now.
Finn slurped and gagged on the length of Abraham’s hard black shaft–the first time he had ever been made to suck a cock. It popped out of his mouth and he heaved for a breath of fresh air.
Whack! A stinging pain hit Finn’s right cheek; Abraham had slapped him, and hard. Amplifying his own shame, he had whimpered like a girl at the hit. “Suck on it, faggot!” he bellowed down at him.
Though Finn was still making noises of weakness and disgrace, Abraham just grabbed his head and forced his mouth back around his cock. After he was sure any resistance had been crushed out of Finn’s body–small and white in comparison to Abraham’s black excellence–he let go and let Finn instinctively follow the rhythm on his own.
Finn surprised himself; he didn’t ask to do this, didn’t volunteer, and certainly didn’t want to be sucking dick, but something about it felt so… natural at the time. And so he obediently bobbed his head up and down on the black man’s cock, slurping its sides rather quickly and even licking its tip with his tongue.
Abraham held his leash tightly, high up in the air above his head, which he had reduced to a suck-hole for his cock.
Finn felt his body tense up around his pelvis and crotch; was he hard? He couldn’t be hard, because he wasn’t gay, but here he was sucking cock all the same. He just continued performing his new role, letting the dick fuck any thoughts out of his head, putting even more work into sucking it in hopes of making his swelling insecurities vanish.
It didn’t matter; soon enough, Leya would be back from the trip with her bull and all the others, and everything would swiftly return to normalcy. Leya! His thoughts then centered around her, his beautiful girlfriend.
A vision of her danced through his mind as he knelt there, cock filling his mouth… her light brown curls, her high round cheekbones, the brightness of her smile, the luscious curvature of her legs and tight ass…
A memory came to him now. He was on his knees just as he was then, but it was Leya he was servicing with his mouth. Those luscious legs were wrapped around his head all the way to his back.
His tongue flicked up and down on her pussy as his face was pressed hard into it by the strength of her athletic legs. He soon found her clit directly inside his mouth and sucked on it, hard. She released a flurry of sharp moans down onto him as he pleasured her.
It was the sweetest sound in the world to his ears; too bad they were pressed closed by her toned thighs.
She was so beautiful up there, naked with her ample breasts bare and hanging loose on her petite chest. He was naked, too, hard and leaking precum from the tip of his little erection far beneath his girlfriend’s moaning form.
At that point, after enduring her many liaisons with Jamal, he would savor whatever moment he could in which their bodies would intertwine once again. She squirted all over his face, then didn’t hesitate a moment to unwrap her legs from his head and stand up straight on the floor below.
He fell crestfallen down onto his knees, heaving in breaths of fresh air after taking a facefull of pussy. Leya only traipsed back over to the bedroom, where Jamal waited for her.
She had originally let him eat her out just to clean the cum from her pussy–his cum from her pussy, not Finn’s own–the only time she had ever done that. Then, he was left alone and disgraced for the pleasure of the black man.
Now, he was back on his knees, for the pleasure of the black man all the same–just a different black man this time. He blinked up into Abraham’s eyes from the floor far beneath him. They were stern and tough and seemingly unbreakable, just glaring down at him like he was a disobedient dog, or something.
In response, Finn slurped up his big black cock and let it drag deep down into his throat, going so hard onto the base he practically kissed his balls. The black man groaned with pleasure.
Finn could only keep the big black cock down his throat for so long, however. Soon enough, his mouth fell loose off the dick and he gagged and heaved for air once again. “You’ll learn, whiteboy, you’ll learn,” Abraham said in his deep black voice.
His long black snake of a cock was still hard, right before Finn’s eyes, and didn’t look anywhere near finishing. This was going to be an unbearably long day if he was expected to make him cum purely with his inexperienced mouth.
Abraham’s hands came around the back of his head again, and he knew he wasn’t about to catch a break from sucking dick anytime soon. He opened his spit-stained lips and resumed the blowjob, trying as best as he could to keep thoughts of Leya at the forefront of his fucked mind.
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Chuck knelt on his own basement floor, where he had been left, naked in his shame. The cement floor was cold and hard and hurt to kneel on for so long, but there would be hell to pay if he didn’t do as he was told.
He looked down towards the familiar sight of his blubbering chest and heap of a stomach and thought maybe Ariana was right to have cheated on him–with the rugby star at her college, no less. He couldn’t even see his tiny excuse for a cock past the round lump of belly fat.
Perhaps a better man would’ve seen this as cause for motivation, but not Chuck. He preferred to wallow in his self-loathing, as he always had.
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