waited for his fate.

I turned to him.

“It didn't go the way you wanted, did you?”

He looked at me through the eyes of a hunted animal. I smiled at him with my lips.

- Tell me honestly: you were going to fuck me that night, right?

He swallowed, and yet, nodded repentantly. And what is there to hide, play up or try to explain? Everything is obvious ... These are his hints when we were in a bar, then a ride home in the back of a taxi, and his rearing member in trousers ... However, today he will have to understand that playing with a beauty from a bar may not be so innocent like sex with his cute little wife ...

- You were going to fuck ... me? - Now this thought made me laugh.

He mumbled something in response, obviously expecting to explain something, but I already didn’t care what he could say, ask for, or offer.

- Well, let me start ...

I began to bypass the table, and he made the last desperate attempts to free himself. In vain! Ropes firmly held him, and the muscles froze from one position, not allowing them to use the full force.

- Calm down ... - I asked, running my fingers across his back, until I brought them to his ass.

I walked around behind him. Yes, his ass was worth it to fuck her!

I had with me a bit of oil, and I smeared them with a dildo and slightly moistened the entrance to his “opening”. He tried to tighten and move the buttocks, and it only amused me. I laughed, making him feel his vulnerability, as well as the awkwardness and futility of his efforts to preserve his muscularity!

I suddenly wondered how his testicles and penis felt, and I sat down, inspecting them. Yes, I thought then, of course, he clearly didn’t have enough with such an aggregate of his only modest wife ... However, after today's quarrel with his little wife, he will be extremely respectful and careful, not even thinking of looking at other women, and even less so bars, with the intention to remove the whore.

I could not resist, and slapped his palm on sagging testicles.

He flinched and gasped, as if from an electric shock.

However, his eggs and dick did not interest me at all, and I rose, hanging over my captive. He languished in anticipation, and I saw how the muscles of his back, his shoulders, and his hands tied behind his back were stretched, his fingers now and then pressed into fists. He was clearly worried, but did not make any attempts to free himself or to dismiss me with his pleas.

I stretched his gluteal muscles to a little to relieve the tension, and to my touch he reacted with a faint mumble, as if resisting his plans and hoping that I would give up my insidious plan.

But everything in me was bubbling, and I myself did not understand why I was lingering.

I parted his "buns", trying on the entrance, but for a second I stopped and asked him:

- Well, ready?

It was obvious that this decision was not easy for him. He nodded slightly, and his palms clenched into fists. Thus, morally and physically, he was ready to survive the rape!

For me, this meeting in something was also a novelty, and I entered it with one sharp push-push, immediately dipping the didlo almost to the ground, for which I had to take a small step forward.

His body disgustingly arched from the pain piercing through, as if it was planted not on a silicone analogue of the penis, but on a real stake! On the back, the spine clearly stood out, which rose from the pelvic line and rested on the back of the head. He raised his head so high that it seemed like it would just break at the base of the skull. The fingers of the palms literally broke each other in a painful fit.

I understood his reaction! The “device” was very large, and even when I used it for myself, I rarely immersed it in myself more than half! Here, I drove him into a narrow "point" almost the entire length!

Waiting until the painful spasm slightly receded, I slowly got out of it.

Giving him a little breath, take a breath and restore moral strength, I again pushed his device into his ass to the most artificial testes.

He filthy disgustingly, and even from here I could see how his zenks poked out of orbit, how sweat broke out at the temples, and veins around his neck swelled, threatening to break through the skin.

I got out of it ...

He immediately wilted.

I understood that he should be given a break so that at the end of the meeting he would not lose not only his strength, but also his reason.

I smack slammed his palm on the bottom.

- How are you dear? Nod if you hear me ...

Some time passed before he really gathered his strength (or found them in himself?) And nodded.

By that moment, I already had everything flowing between my legs. But an even stronger desire burst into my chest, in the region of the heart! I liked being the Lady and the Sovereign! I liked that someone was completely dependent on me and my will ... I could torment, and could pardon! But pardon after the most sophisticated torture !!!

Real waves of pleasure and delight flooded me at such moments, and this gave me more joy than standard traditional sex. My heart beat with anticipation of further fun, and my blood literally boiled. I felt that my cheeks were flushed, and in order to at least a little refreshment, I drank some wine - cool, seasoned and expensive!

I plunged into it again, but this time slowly and slowly, so that he understood what was happening and could not do anything. He quietly screamed, and I realized that everything that was happening reached him, but I could only put up with my own helplessness!

I began to gradually accelerate the movement and build up pressure, going deeper. He groaned harder, arching his back, and in his groan there was so much a martyr's plea that it only stirred me up!

I pressed my body against his ass, completely immersed in it, like the first two times, and furiously fucked him! Sharp! Hard! Rough! As he wanted with me ... Just turned out differently, and I fucked him! I fucked him !!! I!!! Fucked !!! Him!!!

More ... More ... More ... He moaned, and for a moment he contrived to turn his head so that he could see me, and then I splashed him in his foul eyes with the remnants of wine, and continued to have it again ... And also more ... more and more ...

At some point, I had my back and my legs cracked, but the desire to have it did not weaken. I just pulled away, leaving in his ass did did at the level of the head.

I had to take a breath!

I slapped him on the tortured buttocks.

- And now, come on yourself! - I suggested.

I have already said that I expected a little more from the evening than usual, and now I watched how the failed lover, in whose “point” diddl’s head protruded, began to wiggle backwards towards me, driving didlo into my ass!

- Come on, come on! - I drove, looking as he sits on the device, actually fucking myself.

Albeit reluctantly, albeit with loathing of himself, with moans and snot, but he did it!

He fucked himself!

And from the awareness of this I was taken apart by laughter!

“You are a cracker ...” I noted, and taking him under the belt, pressed against his weary butt. - Let me help...

He let out an animal mooing, but dutifully weakened his ass, allowing me to penetrate it.

- So it would be before! - I noted, and rolled it into the new head! ...

... After some time I got sick of it, and I left his butt alone. I walked around the table, on which my captive lay in the form of hunted game, and looked down at him.

- How do you feel? - I asked quite kindly.

Broken by torture and humiliation, he did not answer, but bitterly swallowed. His eyes clouded with tears of shame.

I put in front of him my iPhone, which was a record of his humiliation. And turned on the "play." For a while he watched the footage, which I was going to use against him, sending him to the family if he refused to support me in the future. Now you understand why I choose only married men to sacrifice? What to take with a bachelor except trampled pride ... And such as this, will pay me a tribute for my silence! No, I'm not greedy, I wasn't going to rob him, but I also had my own price!

I interrupted the recording and pulled the gag from his panties out of his mouth, and he gasped for breath. In this case, with anguish, like a crying child. I patted his cheek.

He turned a face full of misery on me. It was no longer a man, but a sexless, weak-willed and controlled creature.

- Please ... let me go ... I can no longer ... tolerate it ... What you need, I ... I will do everything ...

"How cute!" I thought, and smiled at him only with my lips, but in the ear I said:

- Of course you do, dear! And now...

I brought the "trunk" to his lips.

- ... you will suck!

In him, it seems, there is still some pride left, and he turned his head away, his lips compressed.

- No ... mmm ...

I did not like it, and I firmly grabbed his hair, with his head up.

- My dear, we both know that this will happen. But there are 2 ways: either you will do it yourself, or you will still do it, but with broken teeth, what I really didn’t want to do - I don’t like blood! So, I count to three ...

He did not think long, and on account 2 he was already reaching for the object with which he had shamelessly, grabbing him with his mouth! At the same time, his face twisted in disgust and rejection of what was destined to be done! Oh, I wish: I had just been picking them in his ass, and now he was taking a dildo in his mouth!

I laughed, looking like he, miserable, made several translational sucking movements, but this did not suit me fully, and I stepped closer, shoving his trunk in my throat along the glands.

I also wanted to place the improvised testicles there, but then I decided that he would just lick them to me, as I certainly wanted me to do!

He began to choke and cough before vomiting — so deeply did didlo fall into his mouth, but I was indifferent to his temporary sufferings and forced inconveniences!

Ahead of us, we had a tse-ee-barking night !!!