Languages: English
Location: Land of Pleasure
Interested In: Women, Men, Couples, Trans
He is not a nice man and will not answer to the kind of questions that boys will be asked by a woman, but he is a dom too and has made an effort over the years to be the "best man" to his brothers, who are all over the globe. I have tried to intervene, but it is a losing battle. It takes too long, it gets messy, it is harder to convince men to do things they would never normally consider doing. I have had a lot of experience in this area, even though I'm not very good looking, yet men still try. It takes a while for them to realize that a woman could be a sex machine. And while a woman's intelligence may be more discerning than an intelligent man, she will always give equal time to her needs and desires. Men, on the other hand, are cannon fodder. Handsome white guys, if you are good looking and if you are popular, good looks and a willingness to fuck are what women flock to a man. Over time, women discover how to grab a man's attention without actually developing him, first by making comments and slowly, building a relationship. A relationship built on the backs of male sex partners. So, for example, if you are a nice looking dude, attractive, and if you are even remotely successful, a beautiful, and if you are a well endowed male, then you are in good company. If you are lucky, a woman will take you out to dinner and give you a beautiful gift, usually. It is a rare occasion, like tonight, when a woman will give a young,understanding male gift. Sometimes, a girl will give a young,understanding female just the same, but usually this doesn't come up. Most times, a woman will take the initiative and develop the trust of a man, while his curiosity is the spark that ignites the flame. This evening, at dinner, it was my honor to serve Chant'e.
As a matter of fact, I'd only known her for dinner. I'd asked her how she liked me and she said that she liked French. So, needless to say, it was a beautiful evening. And Chant'e, a lovely woman, a goddess of the kitchen, our dinner. Our little conversation flowed. She told me about her day and about herself. She spoke of her feelings. She talked of her desires. She didn't hold back. She spoke of nothing. When she spoke of herself, it was always strong. She spoke of her fantasies. She spoke of everything. She was always an inch away from the edge of despair. And tonight, she was dancing. She danced hard and fast, pulling on her flogger hungrily, keeping time with her movements. I watched, hoping she would break the spell.
I watched as her lips curved in the coarse French accent she spoke to herself. Her small, fine, perfectly manicured hands curved up her side and under the white fridged fur of the flogger. Her long red fingernails ran through her hair and she was entirely naked except for a piece of plastic that stuck to her lips. A large blanket was placed over her and her mouth, which was covered with a kiss expression and the plastic was removed. She moved closer and closer to the edge of despair, gathering her courage and daring a deep breath. A rope from the bag was tied to her mouth, but she could not stop trembling, trembling until she sobbed. The stiff leather of the flogger grew harder and the air beneath her increased humid humidity. She bit down on her lower lip and inhaled sharply. Her breath became hoarse and she tried to control the trembling that threatened to cut off circulation. My knee rested on a rolled up towel and Chant'e placed a snug but gentle squeeze on it, but the movement only made her tremble harder. Her hand flew between her legs and was frantically gliding over her pussy, searching for her tender swollen glistening opening. Nothing was touching her except the flogger and the occasional glance of a quizzical "Well, you know, that can be remedied by more water… aren't you?" With only the tip of the finger of her right hand glides across her anus, Chant'e surrenders to her enemy and lets out a little moan. The rope pulled tight and the flogger descended even harder… and Chant'e´s hips bucked, sending the rope and the man's hand crashing into her pussy and dripping down her thighs. The flogger landed at least twice on her quivering ass and more blows landed on her cunt, her ass. The screams were getting louder and the torment had become unbearable. She stopped fighting and broke into an intense orgasm..
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