Languages: English,French,Spanish and Italian!
Location: London, UK
Body Decorations: tatts
Smokes/Drinks: a bit of both socially
Interested In: Women, Men, Couples, Trans
Body Type: amazing?
"Wildcat started with: "You may have your gear, but you will be strictly adhered to me at all times. We will discuss your tastes in the coming weeks. But keep here in mind, we will want to try something different with you and your tastes, so keep your gear close at hand." That put him in mind too, didn't it? But then he added in a buzzed, earthy voice, "Shit." I realized that wildcat, wildcat wasn't a new thing, as he had been doing it a few times before. I heard him drop the mic and zoom in on me. I began to squirm to clear my throat, but his hand on my shoulder steadied me. I looked down into my crystal blue eyes, seeing the lust and the wild intensity. He leaned forward, pressing himself against me, his cock pressing against my pussy, slipping it in smoothly. Oh he had a bit much still, even with his cock so hard, I could see the bright line of precum on his tip. I opened my mouth a bit wider, took his cock in my lips, and as I swirled my tongue around the base, he groaned even louder. I extended my tongue and ran it the length of his cock, finally getting to the top, which I plunged his shaft into. His cheeks were hard, the color rolling off them. I forced him hard, slamming my hips into him so hard I heard him yell. I felt him close to cumming, but I stretched my tongue out much farther, scraping the base all the way around his head.
He came, tidal waves of semen raining down on us both. "Omegle Girl 47 for me, you little whore, cum for me, now!" We both heaved, shaking, panting. We hugged, we cried out together. He led me to a small room, still damp from sex, and said, "It's time you learn the control I've had over the boys. It's time you learn to obey and to love me in return. Now, go and find the girl that you're going to train." "Yes, sir," I said. He led me to the girl's dormitories, and I hurried across the lawn to the Ping-Pong League. It was a private little league that was a mix of baseball and pugilance. It was all I could see of the diamond. The stadium was out in the country, very quiet. The fans were mostly teenagers; the players were teenagers. She was a red head, about 18, with piercing green eyes and freckly pale skin, and she played goal, for crying out loud. She was a natural goal keeper. "Please, take me home, Omegle Girl 47." She kissed me on the cheek and headed for the locker room.
I followed suit. "I can't, you don't deserve it." She glared at me. "I deserve it, you know you do. You should be on the naughty list." She dropped her key on the ground. "What should we do, I don't know what your crimes were." I shrugged. "I'll be out for a couple of hours, then we can talk in private." She dropped her key on the ground next to her locker. I unlocked it and we started playing. I knew a couple of the players by name, but Omegle Girl 47 had been especially nasty this year. I knew she liked to use her power like this at a minimum. I had a reputation as a team player, but this girl was different. She had a nasty streak as well, I knew she could break any rule. She had broken the rules pretty severely this year, and I was afraid she was going to seriously hurt me. She had smashed my shoe in two places, had forced me to wear a pair of suspenders that had giant metal rods through the holes, and she had broken one of my dad's wrist straps with her foot, and I was scared she was going to leave me in the woods with a concussion..
She just loves it when i fuck her doggy style it is too much and RARELY fucks her.
This has been going on for quiet some time, swearing that no one ever uses during the spring when Omegle Girl 47 is attending her university.
She was interested in sucking a straight guy aspiring to be the next big porn star.