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“No, Animalsex please, don’t. I’ll do whatever you say.” With those words she began to wriggle out of her dress, all the while trying to maintain some dignity and not expose herself to anyone who might pass by. I retrieved the bag of goodies I’d assembled earlier, and throwing her dress over my arm, I got out and led the way to the door of our rented room. She hesitated a moment before following, but in a second she was next to me, naked except for a pair of shoes. I fumbled with the key a bit, to prolong her discomfort, but finally the door swung open and she bolted into the room ahead of me. Setting my bag down on the bed, I turned to look at her. Her eyes were glittering with excitement and her nipples were hard enough to cut glass with. She was panting from the adrenaline running through her system. It seemed the risk of being seen had heightened all her senses.
I Animal sex thumbs drank in the sight of her nakedness. I had visualized this hundreds of times, but nothing prepared me for the sight of this nubian princess standing before me in all her glory. I had seen many women in photo spreads in magazines who had nothing on this girl. I could see moisture on her pussy, testament to her arousal. She was shaved except for a narrow strip above her labia where she had her wiry pubic hair clipped short–a kind of landing strip just above her treasure. I looked lustfully at her for a long minute before I spoke.
“Go Animal love farm to the closet area and reach up and grab the rack there. I’ll be with you in a moment.” As she turned to do my bidding, I busied myself in the bag I had brought in. I brought out two pairs of padded handcuffs and approached her. As I snapped one pair on each wrist, and the other end of each onto the clothes hanger bar, a shudder of anticipation went through her. Sweet Thing was now not going anyplace unless I freed her from captivity.
“Your Xxx animal safe word is George Bush,” I said. “If you get freaked out, say ‘George Bush’ and the game will be over. But don’t say it unless you really want it to end, because it won’t start again-ever. This is a one-time option. Any questions?” When she shook her head no, I returned to my bag of tricks. In it I found the adjustable spreader bar I had made, and a silk scarf I intended to use as a blindfold. Covering her eyes would only serve to arouse her other senses to a higher lever of anticipation, so I began there. I’m sure she was wondering what I was doing when she heard me telescope the spreader–metal on metal makes it’s own sound. I locked it in place at a length of about three feet and proceeded to shackle her ankles with the padded ends. This left her bound in a position standing facing the “closet” area of the standard motel room, her hands shackled to the clothes hanger bar and her feet spread wide, unable to see, unable to move to any degree.
In this position I knew she had to be feeling very vulnerable, and as I stood I ran my hand up her leg along her inner thigh, avoiding her juicy pussy and passing over her delectable ass. I stood behind her, my face close to her head, the whiskers of my moustache tickling her neck I whispered in her ear, “Now you’re mine. There’s not a thing you can do to stop me from doing whatever I want.” Her breathing quickened in response.
Going Teen animal sex back to my bag, I retrieved an ostrich feather and started running it along her sides, from hips to armpits, occasionally reaching around to tickle the bottoms of her breasts or her soft smooth belly. I was purposely avoiding her pussy for awhile to heighten her arousal and let the anticipation build, and it seemed to be working. She was squirming around, not trying to get away from the feather, but more in an attempt to stimulate herself, shifting her hips, trying to rub her own clit with her labia, but unable to do so because of the position I had her in.
By Bestiality links this time, Sweet Thing was whimpering with desire and moaned “Please touch me. Let me cum now.” I slapped her on the ass. “Quiet! You are not to speak unless I give you permission! I will decide if and when you will be allowed to cum. This is what you desired and fantasized about all this time, and I am in control. If I don’t wish to let you cum, you will not cum! If I wish to go recruit a dozen men to come back here and fuck you in all your holes till you’re full of cum, that is what I will do! Do you understand?”
She Zoophilia pics nodded her head. “Tell me,” I ordered. “I understand, sir.” “Do you wish to continue?” She nodded her head. I had dropped the feather by this time, having a hard time controlling my own lust. I wanted to drop my own pants and take her, sliding my rock-hard cock deep into her hot channel, but I had to maintain my composure. Reaching around her, I began to fondle her breasts, and she gasped in pleasure, throwing her head back. I stepped forward until my body was pressed up against hers and she ground her ass back into my crotch, further inflaming my own passion. My right hand crept slowly down over her belly, finding it’s own way to the promised land. When I reached her landing strip, I stopped my hand’s downward descent, not allowing her (or myself) the pleasure of clitoral stimulation. Instead, I rubbed gently around her pubis, stimulating only the general area, but stopping short of anything that would bring her off. I wanted to delay her first orgasm as long as I could, trying to make it that much more explosive when I finally did allow her to cum.
All Bestiality passwords the while, Sweet Thing was grinding her beautiful ass into my crotch, giving me a kind of standing lap dance, and making it more and more difficult to control myself. I disengaged myself from her body, deciding it was time for me to cool down a bit while I contemplated what tortures to inflict on her next. Looking into my bag of tricks, there was a small assortment of dildos and a butt plug, along with a few old neckties I had tossed in. I selected the butt plug and greased it up with a small amount of the lubricant and then squeezed another glob onto my index finger. Rubbing my finger around her anus, getting it wet and slippery, elicited a moan of desire from Sweet Thing. I inserted my finger gently into her tight puckered hole and began to swirl it around, fingering her and loosening her in preparation for the plug. It was only of medium size, but no doubt it would hurt if she wasn’t properly prepared for it. I had no desire to inflict pain on her, thus all the cuffs were padded and I would use neckties instead of ropes when I tied her. I also didn’t want to leave marks that she would have to explain to her lover.
When Zoo movies I felt she was sufficiently loosened up I removed my finger and placed the plug at the entrance to her back door. She arched her back even more, opening herself up to the invader about to enter her bowels, and I began to push it in, gradually fucking her with it, giving her a little more on each stroke as she grew accustomed to it’s size. We finally reached the widest point and it slipped all the way into her tight ass like it was suctioned in. She groaned with desire, thrusting her ass back and forth, no doubt getting some measure of satisfaction from fucking the soft plastic intruder in her own back passage. I could see her anus clenching around the base of the phallus and I knew she was squeezing her sphincter around it. By now she was beginning to perspire, possibly more turned on than she’d ever been before.
“Talk to me,” I said. “Do you like what I’m doing to you?” I knew she did, because I could see a trickle of pussy juice making it’s way down her leg, evidence enough that she was enjoying herself. “Oh God , yes,” she exclaimed. “You’re driving me crazy! Please fuck me now! I need you in my pussy so bad!”
She Real beastiality moaned as she heard the unmistakable sound of me unbuckling my belt, thinking I was going to give her what she asked for. A puzzled look crossed her face, though, when she heard the sound of me pulling it out of the belt loops of my jeans–now she had to be wondering if I was going to whip her with it. Instead, I took the end without the buckle and started to lightly flick it between her outstretched legs, the end reaching around to lightly slap against her clit. After only four or five slaps she was moaning loudly and on the verge of her first orgasm, and I stopped once again, leaving her hanging on the edge , just short of cumming. Reaching around her torso, I started in on her nipples again, gently pinching and rolling them between my fingers, pulling them away from her body. Her back was arched so deeply, I was afraid she might hurt herself, trying to get contact on her pussy with my body. She was panting and squirming with arousal.
“Please Dog fucking girls make me cum!” she whimpered. “I’ll do anything you want, but I need to cum! Please! I need it so bad!” Deciding it was time to allow her the release she needed, I sat down on the floor, putting my head between her outstretched thighs and next to her hot pussy. I reached out with my tongue and flicked it lightly over her clit a few times, before burying it deep in her slit. My slippery tongue entered her channel of love and I curled it toward the front wall of her vagina, finding her G-spot and fucking hard against it. Sweet Thing dissolved into her orgasm almost immediately, shaking and grinding her pussy hard into my mouth.
“GOD, YESSSSS!” she screamed, releasing a torrent of love juice into my mouth and down my cheeks. Her legs sagged as all the energy momentarily left her body, leaving her hanging from the cuffs on her wrist, her breathing ragged and uneven after her crashing orgasm. I got up off the floor and removed Sweet Thing’s blindfold. She blinked and squinted her eyes at the light after having them covered for so long. Next I uncuffed her hands from the bar in front of her and re-cuffed them behind her back. Leaving the spreader bar locked onto her ankles, I steadied her while she awkwardly made her way the few feet to the foot of the bed. I told her to sit there, and her legs spread lewdly as she sat with the bar holding her feet so far apart. Her pussy was still drooling it’s lubrication of lust, the labial lips inflamed and red, presenting me with a sight I’ll never forget. She looked so sexy and I was as inflamed with passion as she had been earlier. My cock was trying to burst through my jeans and I was on the verge of cumming in them. I quickly got a necktie and tied it between the handcuffs on her wrists and the bar holding her feet apart. This would prevent her from standing or leaning forward to make any contact with me as I stood in front of her.
Once Zoophilia pics she was secured, I hurriedly unzipped my jeans and exposed my hard cock to her eyes. She watched me hungrily as I began to stroke myself, only inches from her face. I knew I wouldn’t last long in my aroused state, but I tried to prolong my own pleasure, as I had hers. “Let me suck you off,” she said, trying but failing in an effort to lean forward and take my member into her mouth.
“I can’t let you,” I groaned. “ I promised my girlfriend I wouldn’t fuck anyone but her. If I put my dick inside of you, I’ll be breaking my promise.” All the while, I stroked myself faster and faster, on the verge of release. “OPEN YOUR MOUTH! AND DON’T MISS A DROP!” I shouted as my orgasm overtook me. Thick ropes of cum shot out of me with the force of a firehose, hitting her on the cheek first, then directly into her mouth, and finally the last few drops dribbled onto her breasts. I nearly passed out from the intensity of my release, stumbling back into the chair behind me.