“I could never be so cruel as you!” She gave a wicked laugh as our weapons clashed. Kora Falk Ava's feyhound form bounded through the rubble and leaped on the ogre's back as it chased Zanyia into the other room. As she attacked, inspiration struck me. Zanyia had revealed the ogre's weakness. The ogre as another being birthed out of the God of Lust's masturbation. Another race controlled by their lusts. Like Zanyia. An idea formed in my mind, the perfect illusion to cast. “Rithi, bless my sexual juices and let them paint new beauty in the world,” I chanted, my pussy-stained fingers painting the air before me, creating living art. Color swirled behind the ogre. The hulk thrashed, head smashing through the ceiling as it sought to throw off Ava's feyhound. Zanyia darted before him, distracting him with her pink pussy, her fingers parting her folds. A beautiful woman appeared, naked like us, but standing with voluptuous invitation. Bright-red hair—that exotic, Tuathan coloring—and bountiful breasts. The illusion cupped her tits, jiggling them as she stood in the door out to the balcony. “Mmm, yes, I could use some ogre cock right now,” I projected through the illusion, putting all that wanton need into the apparition I created. Her legs parted, her pussy a tight, shaved slit glistening with her juices. The ogre's, snarling, head whipped around. His shoulders rolled, throwing Ava off of him. Her wicker body crashed into the wall. She bounced off and landed on the floor as the ogre barreled at my illusion. The floor shook, wood groaning, floor joists protesting the brute's weight. “PUSSY!” he growled, cock hard. He dropped his club and swept out a babe meaty hand at my illusion. His hand passed through nothing. The illusion disrupted, blurring into rainbow of colors before reforming into the image. The ogre snorted. His heavy brow furrowed. He let Shawty out a snort and bombshell then snarled and thrust his hand froward again. The door opened just before she connected with it. I thrust my digits into my deflowered pussy. As we left the shop Ryan said the he had an idea. I was jolted out of my daydreams. She was so turned on, her pussy lips had parted, and her swollen clit protruded, exposed and deliciously wet. I took a seat at the bar which provided me a view of bombshell the lobby—just in Shawty case. Oh Wow. She swings her legs in the air as she babe watches something on her laptop. He didn’t have long before all the other girls started arriving, both here and at his house. She doesn’t cry or beg as she’s stripped, but I can see from her expression she’s struggling to keep her emotions under control. “Maybe I can put that on some sort of application flier – cannot be a tattle tailing b-i-t-c-h,” Richard joked. “Can I fuck her dad?” Bob asked, “Only me cock feels like it will burst.” No, not tonight.
That started me thinking about it and on the Thursday morning I decided to make it earn it’s keep. I put a chair on either Shawty side then put the padded wrist straps on. Next I joined my wrists with a karabiner and switched the motor on. After a final ‘should I, shouldn’t I’, I climbed up and positioned myself either side of the ‘T’. My pussy was just hovering above bombshell the big dildo and was getting wet in anticipation. After gently rubbing my pussy over the dildo I hooked the karabiner to the rope that was going up and down above me. My arms started going up and down then I lowered myself onto the dildo. It felt good as I slowly took it all. When my whole weight was on the dildo and the ‘T’ I lifted my feet off the chairs and let the motor take over. Up and down I went. It was good and my pussy was making sure that I didn’t get sore. There was a sucking noise each time I started to go up. I was just getting close to cumming when the telephone rang but there was no way that I was going to stop and answer it. I heard the answering machine do its job and then Bridie telling me that she hadn’t heard from us in ages and asking us to call her. That slowed down me cumming, but it wasn’t long before I could think about nothing other than the pleasure that I knew was seconds away. The gap between orgasms reduced quickly and I was getting tired. When I decided to stop I lifted my feet to put them on the chairs but disaster struck. Somehow I managed to knock both of them over. After another orgasm I was getting frantic. It was still mid-morning and babe I wasn’t expecting Jon back until early evening. I was sure that if I didn’t do something very soon I would be literally ‘fucked to death’. There was no way that my body could survive that machine for something like 7 or 8 hours. I had visions of newspaper headings like ‘Young sex slave fucked to death’ or ‘what a way to go’ or ‘she died with a smile on her face’. I haven’t a clue where I found the strength but I managed to push myself up before the machine started the rope going up and I grabbed the knot in the rope. As I went up the next time I went right off the dildo and by wriggling about I managed to go down behind the dildo. I relaxed and let myself go up and down with the dildo just rubbing up and down the front of my pussy. I’ve uhh.. understand why she was treated so much nicer than the rest. Once again she felt like she was going to the bathroom in reverse. I awoke to find my husband, Peter, fondling the breasts of another woman, lying behind her and reaching round her voluptuous body. Out of the corner of my eye Shawty I see Rebecca drop her face to the floor and lift her ass up for her Goblin partner. “Maybe it’s something that happened before the wedding.” Maybe if she showed up wearing an engagement ring they would see that at least I was serious, or maybe that would make things worse. Charlie played with the thong strap that was sunken in the crack of Sara’s ass. Their poor would have to stay in designated mixed blooded boroughs. It made some sense I figured, as we walk into the farming village. babe You’re just a bombshell little lesbian slut aren’t you?” Met with silence I grab her by the throat, push my raging hard cock against her and tell her “answer me!” I’m met with a meek “Yes.” “Yes what? “This also means your acting vice president this coming year will be Adam Watson.” A few students cheered for me and the guy next to me politely patted me on the back.
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