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The last thing I remember is that I have left the bar with a beautiful young woman, after that I totally tap in the dark. I can’t see anything, but I can feel that I naked and tied up must be because it is cold and I can’t move. Where did I get into how through cotton wool I hear a murmur, quiet music runs in the background. Then finally the darkness passes, the cloth is pulled by my eyes, only slowly my eyes get used to the new situation.
What I see makes me shudder, I am captivated between two poles and how I already felt naked.
But what the worst thing is about it. I stand on a stage and feel the eyes of the people who sit in the hall at the bottom, greedy and hungry on what happens. I look at mine helplessly Tie up tearing around, but I have no chance, they are just too firm. I see the woman coming out of the corner of the eye, which led me out of the bar.
Your sight leaves my breath and makes my heart beat faster.
She only has a corset that lifts her wonderful big breasts up, she tiles and stretches when she comes to me. She walks behind me, whispers in my ear, my dear I am Petra, and will now spoil you how you have never experienced it before. And the more you let yourself fall into this situation, the better it becomes for you.
While she whispers to me, she rubs her breasts over my back, nibbles on my ear. Her nipple Are so hard and hot, so that I have the feeling that they have to leave burns on my skin.
Despite this unusual situation, I feel how I alone excited me. Feel like my sword rises, as if it wanted to say, see how big I am. My god where should lead there, her lips lick and suck, along my back.
Suddenly she bites me in the butt so firm that I have to cry out, in fright and pain. The audience groans softly and murmurs, something of encores.
She does him a favor, keeping it up, nibbles and bite her, in my buttocks. They are definitely completely red and sore, then finally lets them off from them, but only around then in mine Nipple bite.
First they lick and suck on them so that they get big and hard, I didn’t even know that they can be so receptive to tenderness. But especially where they are hardest, she bites in so that I scream up again. I almost have the feeling that the audience could feel my pain because they too groan and scream.
Finally hears her teeth loosen from my breasts, again your hot body rubs over my skin.
Your nipples play with mine, then rubbing over my stomach to my trembling sword. With the pointed strawberry of her chest, she traces one of the cheeky drops of pleasure, which is on the glowing glans. Moaning I win in my bonds, try to meet her, but that doesn’t allow her to. She rises again, and gets two big feathers from somewhere, which lets her slowly over my back.
So that I mean to feel every fiber.
She doesn’t let any of my muscles, slowly she goes down, like a touch she touches my buttocks. She goes playfully, she lets the springs hike through my anus, touched like a delicate kiss, so that my testicles. Moaning I stop the air, my phallus trembles with greed and lust. I see the audience through a fog, see that some women buried a hand in her lap.
Others, the sword of their companions, have grated it hectically with a partially red excited head.
The men look star, with glassy eyes forward, rushed onto the stage, where I continue to win the feather. My feelings beat disk trees, argue with each other, on the one hand I find it totally horny, on the other hand I would like to sink into the ground with shame. Yes I hate my penis that he can be manipulated by her.
For minutes, minutes that occur like hours, she strokes my thighs with her feathers. Always touches my testicles as if by chance, or strokes through the anus, every time I grab a gasp and moan.
Then when I am almost close to madness, she comes forward, there she first strokes my cheeks and my chin. In doing so, she looks at me with a look that makes me shudder that I have never seen such a greed.
Your nipples stand like a one, on it and on your oppressed gasp I can see your own excitement. In a sensible way, she lets her torture tools hike over my neck, towards the shoulders and arms, and then play with my breasts. Again and again she lets the feathers slide over the hard, shattering threatening nipples, seems to be happy to get even tougher.
Finally the feathers’ journey continues, over my stable to my hot waiting center.
But this probably has to wait longer, because the springs hike without touching the throbbing link, down on the thighs. Carefully and gently drive down to your feet and then find the way back. Again, they spread up on the tremendous, twitching thighs, again they find their way to greedily, after touching phallus long past to the navel. There she stays there for a while and then hiking down again.
This game repeats her for a while, she keeps driving me into the madness, including the spectators, and again and again when she slides past my sword.
They too are feverish with them, can hardly wait for them to finally touch my penis. After an endless while, she finally has a view, she caresses my gold pieces that are filled. Again I can’t avoid groaning.
Now the feathers slide, right and left, along my shaft when they hit my glowing glans, it would almost have been over. I almost threw my seed out because one of the bristles, buries into my sensitive little opening.
Exposing to pain, I win under my springs, including the spectators, some of the women have probably stimulated their men too much. Because it partially injects their seeds forward, others have settled on the lap of their companions.
The whole hall only smells of sex and satisfaction, He literally fogies the senses. It massages on the right and left, my penis, with the feathers, I’ve never been so intense and at the same time so tenderly touched. If she continues like this, I’ll explode right away.
Only with extreme willpower, I can hold it back, she also helps to put the shaft together at the root.
Slowly he relaxes a little the warrior, but only as long because the feathers put her on side to get to her knees between my legs. Breathes here and blows her warm breath, on my plump testicles, then I feel the warm draft on my shaft. Slowly he hikes to the glowing glans, which flinches suspiciously, my limb trembles like a branch in the hurricane. The audience groans again, probably expects the explosion at any moment because my phallus looks like a dragon that throws out his fire immediately.
But she has me and she fully under control, know us, or much more to control me, know it, this explosion what you are all waiting for.
Sometimes easier, and sometimes firm, blows or breathes on my horny hardness, suddenly she also sets her tongue and her lips. She licks over my plump testicles, takes it into her mouth. For a while she stays on the gold pieces, almost it seems as if she enjoys it back and forth hiking through her play with her tongue.
Only when I already get black in front of me do her lips caress and nibble along the shaft to the top. There she absorbs the drops of pleasure, lets the throbbing acorn immerse yourself in her lips.
So that I can feel what heat awaits me later. Her lips massage gently, but determined over the edge of the crown, just as my pelvis shoots forward, she lets my sword out again.
The spectators groan just as disappointed as I do, an Ah, and oh, goes through the room. But again and again she lets her tongue slide over the twitching shaft, plays with the small opening, and then again with the testicles. Until I mean, right away, yes that the lava overflows the next time I stimulate the lava.
Finally she lets him slide between her wonderful lips, lovingly she sucks him deep into it.
Ahhhhh what heat, ahhhhhh for a feeling, ohhhhhhh please God let me enjoy it. Ohhhhh bittttttttteteeee I don’t want to come yet, I think desperately, the sweat runs from my forehead with exertion. Over the shaft, her deep blue eyes look at me with a look that goes through and through me, so it was almost about me. She lets him slide out briefly and whispers to me, not yet, not yet.
Then she picks him up again, massaging it with her lips and teeth that scrape over the skin.
Moaning I win under your lips, try to keep my seeds back, which I have the feeling in the glans. Sometimes gently, and sometimes hard, she sucks faster, but she buried a hand in her rose. Her fingers slide over the protruding pearl, let them cheer, rub moan and suck them on.
But she still has everything under control, first she wants to come, and then I can spin my desire. Your grotto is directed towards the audience, so that everyone can see their lust.
Some of the ladies rub with her, her flowers, panting and moaning to swear together with her. Finally the time has come, she screams and exudes itself visible to everyone, her honey flows towards the spectators from her leaves.
She lets her own pleasure end for a moment, then she lets my phallus slide out of her lips. Now she kneels next to me, takes my shaft in her hand, and lets her glide up and down. In it she has a special oil, it develops an enormous heat and makes my sword shine, the light has run out.
And only a headlight shines, it is aimed at my trembling and twitching middle.
The women seem to stop the air and the men moan, they seem to feel every friction on my penis, on their own body. My sword shines in the spotlight, all eyes are directed at the small, twitching opening in my glans. You expect the gush of love juice. I also feel it now it is so far, your hands drive up and down faster and off to my sword, which is already burning like fire.
And not just through the oil, I winding my hands under my hands, oh my god, ahhhhhh how should I endure that, oh bitttteteeee let me come.
“Finally” I can finally come, “may free me from the pressure,” Jajajajajajaaja moans the audience. Your eyes are almost tangible on my sword. My thighs tremble, mine Legs become weak, everything turns in front of my eyes, I scream helplessly. Ahhhhhhh I come, ahhhhhhhh now, yes now ohhhhhhhhhhhhh I come.
I explode trembling and trembling, yes I cut my love juice towards the viewers.
The women scream and the men groan, more and more, it is as if the current doesn’t want to stop. She picks up the last drops with her lips until I was exhausted, more or less, hanging in the bonds. I just get along as the curtain sinks and the audience claps and calls for the encore.
She goes while two other girls free me forward, and thanks for watching and then coming back to me. A little fearful, probably prepared for my reaction, she kisses me gently on my lips, says thank you for playing along.
And sorry for captivating. Too exhausted for talking, I can only nod.
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