Boss Tommy likes to fuck the wives of his employees

You need something to break up a monotonous task, and sometimes it’s good to mix that break with something that will lighten the mood and get the blood pumping. I like to take my breaks by making sure one of my painsluts gets a nice whipping. It might seem arbitrary, but there’s nothing more motivating for myself then to swing my single tails, and well…they will hardly slack off either when they get a nice warm ass from my whips.

This time Boss Tommy was painting one of the new dungeon rooms with his blonde painslut assistant, when she said she was getting tired of painting. The job was only half done though, so she wasn’t about to get out of completing the work. If she was ‘done’ painting, she didn’t need her coveralls, but she didn’t want to get rid of them. Boss Tommy had to make sure she was bound into the hardpoint he put in first in each room before my lashes really made short work of her coveralls. She thought she could get out of her whipping by saying she could go back to work, but by then there was no way he was going to let her down before her body was covered in welts. Her pale skin showed off the lashes so well as boss whipped her pussy and tits too, it was like she provided the perfect contrast to the white of the room with the red of her body.

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Brunette Slut Bound and Face Fucked by Master

Screaming at the top of this girls lungs, the dirty brunette alternative girl endures some harsh BDSM bondage sex, at the hands of her unforgiving Master. His strong hands squeeze tightly the back of her neck, which force her mouth nice and wide open. Pulling his cock out of his pants, now erect and hard he stuffs it into her mouth and makes her gag down on the meat, enduring a brutal face fucking. Almost choking this fucking whore, women sex slaves like her always do as they are told, otherwise they will only suffer more.

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Hells Waiting Room

Julia Robins was a nineteen-year-old college student, home for Thanksgiving. She was quiet, shy, and beautiful. Dark green eyes, black hair, and an even 56 on a slim frame with a peach complexion. She lay asleep in her childhood bedroom with the window open and the pastel pink curtains floating on the breeze. She rolled onto her stomach and dimly heard the click of handcuffs but felt the pull of her arms being bound behind. She opened her mouth to scream but a rough hand quickly covered her mouth.

“Dont scream”, a low voice said roughly. Julia felt a knee on her back holding her down. Something heavy lay on her cheek. “Im going to put this in your mouth and if you dont let me, I’ll make you”.

Julia clamped her jaw tightly as the man tried to force the thing, a ball gag she recalled, into her mouth. Her attacker sighed and kept the gag pressed to her lips with one hand and kept her pinned to the bed with one knee. The other leg kept Julias legs parted. Julias eyes were wildly searching for his other hand. It soon found her, going into her panties. His fingers played along the cleft of her ass and soon went farther. Julia clamped her jaw tighter as one of his fingers entered her vagina.

He work a second finger inside of her searching for just the right place and was soon rewarded as she gasped. He forced the ball gag into her mouth. He removed his fingers from inside of her and reached up to clasp the gag.

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