Month: March 2024

The avenger

Finally an older woman sitting unobtrusively in rear of the room stood, “I’ll fist-fuck the slut’s cunt until it looks like so much raw prime rib and then I’ll use the biggest strap-on cock I can find to do the same thing to her tight asshole.”

The Avenger smiled and tugged on Carmen’s leash. “Sold! Madam, see Stephen right over there to set up a time and date. On to the next offer …” Suddenly Carmen let out a scream and yanked against her leash. Hugo put her back under submission with a flurry of blows with crop to her tits, strategically aimed at her pert nipples.

“Next offer,” said The Avenger, “$5,000 dollars. What are my bids?!”

A junior executive from accounting, who was already feeling the effects of one-too-many drinks, stood unsteadily, “I’ll donate five grand and I’ll hold a big party for everyone here so we can all spend the whole weekend fucking that useless bitch raw.”

The photographer

“Those perky tits just beg to be photographed, don’t they?” Forny moved in front of her and she suddenly let loose a low moan. Forny laughed.

“Janice are you about to cum?”

She looked up at him pleadingly but her breathing began to quicken and deepen. Her nipples becoming even harder.

“What a trooper you are Janice, having an orgasm with your ass crammed full, just so I can get pictures. Wow, pretty soon the whole world will get to see what you look like when you cum!”

She could hold back no longer and the vibrator mired deep in her ass started an enormous chain-reaction orgasm leaving her wracked and shaking in the chair. The room seemed much quieter now with the no noise but her raspy breathing, the camera motor and the dull whir of the vibrator inside her.

The photographer

“Well, Miranda,” he chided the helpless model, “I’d have to say I’m a bit surprised.”

The camera felt as though it had a mind all its own, leading him around her tautly tied nude body, and snapping picture after picture of her most intimate regions.

“I mean I always knew you model-types would be way too thin …” he laughed as he patted her belly, “but those tits are tiny. And such a furry bush! I always thought you runway sluts keep your pussies shaved and smooth??”

He yanked at the dark thatch of pubic hair that highlighted her pussy lips and pointed toward her navel. “I think there’s a call for that au’natural look … and I bet it would look very dark and edgy with my fingers in your twat!”

The photographer

In moments he had forced the struggling woman into a chair and gagged her with a prop gag from his camera bag. Suddenly he didn’t feel so weird for carrying it, as if he knew he’d be needing it some day.

A moment more and he had Michelle tied to the chair with packing cord, hands behind her back with one arm over and one pulled back. With a firm grip and a quick yank, he tore her blouse open and used scissors to cut of her bra, exposing her heavy breasts and big pale nipples that slowly hardened when exposed.

His camera was out in a flash, and the motor was whirring with picture after picture of the helpless innocent Michelle.

He ran his finger tips over her underarm and softly stroked toward her large tit. “Such smooth skin, such a soft underarm.” Michelle’s skin dimpled with goosebumps and her nipples became rock hard. Forny squeezed her exposed nipple and gave it a firm yank. And the camera whirred and clicked again and again. Finally he sighed, scrolling through the digital content and seeming pleased.