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Thread: My Sinful Little Sasha (Hexxed4Life and Assficiando)

Dripping sweat and breathing heavily, Mitch slowly but steadily drove his cock deep inside his little sisters ass before, with instinctual movements of his hips, he pulled out until just the head remained inside her. Sodomizing Sasha would have been enough, would have been more than enough to bring him to a shattering orgasm, but Sasha seemed to be as horny as he was. He was fucking her, but she was fucking him right back, the curvy, petite girl matching his every movement, brother and sister falling into a rhythm that had them grinding his cock deep inside her butthole as he half crouched, half lay atop her. He was straddling her left leg while holding her right against his chest as they, as if one, thrust against each other . Mitchs eyes never left hers as he pulled her hair with his left hand and rubbed her clit with his right, and the combination of her tight, slick asshole sucking his dick inside of her and staring into her eyes as he fucked his own little sister had him on the edge of an orgasm when she whimpered the words that he had only ever heard in his many fantasies of her. Mitch... I'm going to cum. The way she said it...the look in her eyesit was too much for Mitch, and as he quickly dropped onto her body and clamped his arms and legs around her, Mitch began to cum. Oncetwicethree timesover and over, Mitchs cock spurted thick, white streams of cum deep inside Sashas ass, and as he clutched her small, hot body against his and forced the last millimeter of his cock inside her spasming butthole, Mitch kissed her to muffle the sounds that she made as she jerked and thrashed beneath him.
Thread: My Sinful Little Sasha (Hexxed4Life and Assficiando)

Sasha cried out in ecstasy as she came hard, shaking and twitching as Mitch came in her ass. She moaned and whimpered as she came down from her high, trembling and holding onto him for dear life. That was... That was so good, she murmured, giving him a little nuzzle as her eyelids grew heavy. She hadn't even slept yet. She glanced over at the window, and it was already starting to light up just a little. She smiled and hugged Mitch tightly. Hey Mitch, when did you say you had to start work? she asked softly, not wanting to let him go just yet. She could stay like that as long as he'd let her. But she knew he had other things to do eventually, and she was really tired, plus she had to make the bed and start breakfast. Not because he said she'd have to do it to stay here, but because she wanted to do things for him. She snuggled closer and squeezed him tighter. I love you Mitch... she whispered, squirming a little under him as she tried to get a bit more comfortable.
Thread: My Sinful Little Sasha (Hexxed4Life and Assficiando)

Sasha smiled at him as he left, her eyes widening when she looked down at the bills he'd given her. She could buy a lot of slutty clothes with that. Maybe something easy to rip. She smiled and put the money on the counter while she went around the house, cleaning most of it. Her ass was still tender from the night before, and every time she took a step, sat down, or bent over, she was reminded of the way her brother had spanked her. By the time she was done with most of the chores, her pussy was soaked. She went back to the bedroom and rummaged through her bag, taking out a tight t-shirt and her comfy jeans. She got dressed and put on a little makeup, taking her phone and the three hundred dollars as she walked out and locked the door behind her just in case. She got in her Mitch's car and started driving down the road, trying to be as careful as possible. Luckily she didn't get stopped at all, and she pulled into an empty spot close to the entrance in the mall parking lot. Gathering her purse and phone, she turned off the car and stepped out, locking it before going inside and making a beeline for Victoria's Secret. She bought a hundred dollars worth of skimpy lingerie before leaving the store. She spent a good hour and a half going around the mall, buying skimpy slutty clothes and even splurging to get accessories and shoes. When she got home, she put on her new black thong with matching corset, pulling on a red miniskirt and a pair of red strappy heels. She went to the bathroom and put on her red lipstick, curling her hair and adjusting her breasts so that the corset pushed them together. After one last look in the mirror, she went into the living room and sat on the couch, striking a sultry pose while she waited for Mitch.
Thread: My Sinful Little Sasha (Hexxed4Life and Assficiando)

Sasha fully expected the look she got from Mitch when he walked in. She smirked at the way the bulge in his pants seemed to reach out to her as he shut the door behind him and approached her, never taking his eyes off of her. She bit her lip and pushed her breasts into his hands as he started to fondle them, and she giggled when he told her she looked like a hooker. As he looked her over and felt her up, she wasn't the slightest bit surprised or shy about the wet spot in the crotch of her thong. And when his hand grazed that wet spot, her lips parted in a silent moan and she trembled slightly. She still wasn't used to being touched like that, but it felt so good. She smirked to herself as he led her around the house, biting her lip when they got to the bedroom. As he reprimanded her for not even trying to make the bed, she was already imagining what sort of punishment awaited her. When he groped and rubbed her pussy, she almost came right there, letting out a soft whine of frustration when he took his hand away. But when he ripped her thong, she knew he wasn't going to play around and tease her. She obediently opened her mouth to accept the crotch of her panties, biting down on the scrunched up fabric while he tied the strings behind her ears. Sasha didn't hesitate to crawl onto the bed, feeling her pussy start to drip as she watched him take out a camcorder and mount it on a tripod, aimed at her. She pulled her skirt up to her waist and laid her head on the pillow, spreading her thighs a little and arching her back so that her ass stuck out in the air, completely on display for him.
Thread: In the dungeon (CougarGirl and Lowblow Emma)

This is costing a lot, much more than I expected and more than I can afford, but its the only way Ive been able to think of, so theres no way to avoid the expenditure. It will be worth it in the end, though, thats for sure. Its going to take a lot of strength to see it through, but Im equipped for that. Physical strength isnt a problem. My military training has made me tough enough to endure whatever she can come up with, although Ive not been through anything like this before. Mentally, though, thats different, that could be a problem. This woman has a mean reputation. Shell not just be working on my body, shes sure to work on my mind as well. The military train you for that too, but this is a whole different ballgame from what Ive been prepared for. Will I have the determination to stick to my plan? As I turn into the side street, I notice my knees shaking. The door is half way down on the left-hand side, plain with no markings to indicate what is inside. I take a deep breath to steady my nerves and knock on the door. It is opened by a smartly dressed middle-aged woman wearing a white blouse and a knee length dark skirt. Shes doesnt smile, but takes my name and leads me down a corridor, past anonymous doors, distinguished only by the small number painted at eye level. As we walk past each door, I hear groans and an occasional scream coming from within. I ignore it as just too obvious, a trick to unnerve clients. My guide shows me into a windowless room and leaves the door ajar. I look around in amusement bare walls, a dirty floor, a few rails and hooks with chains dangling from them, some metal shelving holding a variety of clips, pliers and such. This is like something out of a B movie, another trick to unnerve timid clients who are looking to be scared for a thrill, just more mind games. This could be easier than I thought.
Thread: In the dungeon (CougarGirl and Lowblow Emma)

Its amazing to think how much things have changed since I took over the business. That was almost 20 years ago now. Then it was just a dingy back street outfit with a sparsely equipped dungeon and a couple of dispirited doms. Now were in new premises catering to a wide range of fetishes with some top class doms. To see the change you just have to check out the cctv feed from some of the dungeons. Theres a politician in No 1, being spanked so that he can learn what happens when he upsets his constituents. Next door in No 2, one of the larger chambers, theres a hen party. Not sure whats going on there, but theyre all chained together with nipple clamps at the moment. While further along at No 5 theres a bridegroom being ass-fucked with a strap-on so hell know what itll be like for his bride on their wedding night. Im not sure who the guy is in No 8. But he looks cute muscular and tough despite being chained with weights dangling from his balls Ill check his details. No time for that right now, though, I have to prepare for a client. What with running the business, I dont get to see many clients nowadays, just the few who are prepared to pay the premium for my personal attention. And this guys prepared to pay my price and more. I check over his answers to our questionnaire all clients now provide a list of their requirements and sign a disclaimer. He seems willing to try anything hes ticked the box that leaves it to my discretion. I like that box. I love discretion. The client arrives on time and I watch on camera as he is shown into my private dungeon in the oldest part of the building. Ive left it very much as it was. Very atmospheric. I always leave them on their own for a few minutes, allowing their imagination to work on what might happen to them. Time to decide what to wear. I dont go in for the more fanciful costumes that some of my doms use. Plain and simple has always suited me best. I make my choice and change.
Thread: In the dungeon (CougarGirl and Lowblow Emma)

Shes not what I expected. For someone in her mid to late 40s, shes still a stunner. Shes wearing black stockings that peep over the tops of her thigh-high soft leather boots. Above the flash of white thigh, theres a silk thong and lace bodice, both in black. Her shoulders are broad and her arms muscular. Her short-cropped black hair it must be dyed but I dont see any roots sets off her pale face that matches her thighs. As she strides around me, her thigh muscles flex and her ass moves in time with the flicks of her crop against her boot. Impressive. I enjoy the view.
Thread: In the dungeon (CougarGirl and Lowblow Emma)

He turns to face me as I enter. Hes nicely built, wearing shirt and slacks with a casual smile. In his early 20s Id guess. I press the button to lock the door. You cant get out without the code and only I have the code I explain. He nods he understands. Now its time to wipe that smile off his face. I switch into my dom mode. Why are you still dressed? I demand. Get that kit off. Off come the shirt and slacks. As a professional, I try to stay detached, but I am a woman after all and the sight of his muscular body makes my knees weak. He stands in his underwear - the smallest of red briefs and a tiny tight red vest. Nice. I cant stop myself saying. Red it wont show the blood. I add hastily to cover myself. I wave my riding crop and off come the rest of his clothes, leaving him standing there in just his smile. Stand up straight while I check you over I command. I walk around, checking him out, mainly Ive got to admit for my own pleasure. Everything is in proportion, except his cock, which is just a tiny mushroom head poking out above his balls. Like its checking whether its safe to come out and play. Its not unusual for guys to be nervous. I flick the tip of my crop across his right nipple. He doesnt even flinch. Same with his left nipple. A smart crack across his abs barely registers on his face. I move round and lay a series of lashes across his ass. His flesh glows but his muscles are like rocks. The point of this is mainly psychological. Clients say they want to be tortured, but often all they want is to feel a bit of pain. The dom has to work out what the client can take and then make it seem like it is what theyve dreamt about. Unlike most who come here, this guy isnt a fantasist. Hes going to be a tough one to crack. But everyone breaks - in the end. And I mean everybody.
Thread: In the dungeon (CougarGirl and Lowblow Emma)

She puts on a good show. Talking about blood and locks that cant be opened. All that strutting around, barking out commands, shes just like a drill sergeant on parade. That crop thing, though, what a silly prop. It just spoils the overall effect. I ask you, can anyone seriously believe her with that? The crack across my right nipple changes my attitude. That thing is no prop, but its just a tickle. Like a gnats fart compared to the stuff I got in my interrogation training. So long as Im prepared, Ill be OK with this. I carry off the flick across my other nipple, but she follows up with a blow to my abs so fast that I only just manage to conceal my surprise. But its only surprise, not real pain. If this is all shes going to do, Ill walk this easy.
Thread: In the dungeon (CougarGirl and Lowblow Emma)

Theres one sure way to break a guy. It never fails. I move round and drive my knee up into his balls. Fast and hard. The leather of my thigh boot crushing his exposed tackle. He gasps and grunts. At first it looks like hes going to stay upright, but suddenly he doubles over. Well its worked once, so Ill do it again. I pull him up by his chin and drive my knee into his groin a second time. I hold him there for a moment, enjoying the sharp exhalation of his breath. Then I let him drop. Down he goes onto his knee, sucking in deep breaths of air. Always kick a man when he is down, thats my motto. So I move behind and send my foot flying between his thighs. A loud gasp and hes rolling on the dirt of the floor I bring it in specially for effect. No, no, no I exclaim. I didnt give you permission to lie down. You do nothing unless I give you permission. But Ill make it I easy for you. Stand up. He stands up, dirt sticking to the sheen of sweat on his chest. I notice he isnt smiling now. I select a length of chain and some clips from a shelf. He watches as I throw the chain over a rail above his head and attach a clip to each end. Then I snap the clips onto his nipples. It gives him a bit of freedom to move, but not much. Theres no more than an inch or two of slack in the chain. That should stop you falling over I tell him with satisfaction. Lets just test it to be sure.
Thread: In the dungeon (CougarGirl and Lowblow Emma)

Shit. That took me completely be surprise. I was expecting something subtle, psychological, but shes just gone straight for the pain. No messing around, just pain pure and simple. Thats what we were taught by the army guys the crudest methods can be the most effective. And naturally they didnt train us for this sort of treatment. You dont go around smashing each others balls, even the army has too much respect for us as men to do that. But this woman doesnt have any respect. Maybe she needs to be taught. But theres no time to think about that now. My main concern is to stay on my feet, not let her see shes hurt me. Shit, shit. This pain just gets worse, so I have to give in and go down. Im preparing myself to stand up and show her how I can take it when she pulls me up herself, by the chin, like shed treat a child. And then before I can brace myself, shes buried her knee in my balls. I manage to stop myself crying out, but she holds me up like I cant manage to stand on my own, grinding away into my raw balls. My face is right in her tits, watching them rise and fall steadily. Until she releases me and lets me fall. Her tits slip from my view. I manage to stay on one knee and try to get myself together, mentally as much as physically. All I can think about is the damage shes doing. I have plans, sex, marriage, family, all of those seem a bit dimmer right now. She I definitely going to regret this, just as soon as I get back on my feet. Shit, shit, shit. Noooooooo I cant stop the scream this time, as her foot lifts me off my knee and leaves me rolling on the floor. Fuck, oh fuck. All I can think of are expletives that flash into my mind between the spasms of pain. I curl up and cradle myself, desperately trying to protect myself from any further attacks. She finally goads me into standing up, but its difficult to stand upright. As soon as I try, another spasm doubles me over. I try to stand proud like on parade, to look her in the eyes, show I can take this. But shit, Im not going to be able to take much more. Do guys really pay for this? She puts on another show, selecting a suitable chain, lots of rattling as she throws it over a rail. Let her, the longer she takes, the longer I have to get my mind working again through this pain. I wonder what she is doing, which is of course exactly what she wants. As soon as she clips my nipples, I get the message. Shes going to make me stay upright, which can only mean she has plans for more pain. Why oh why did I tick that discretion box?
Thread: In the dungeon (CougarGirl and Lowblow Emma)

He braces for another knee, but instead I step back and plant a kick onto his left nut. His reaction is instinctive and almost instant, doubling over until he has taken up the slack in the chain and finds himself pulling his nipples off. He snaps smartly upright, to be met by a punch in his nuts. Again he sinks and this time cries out as he straightens up. Yes I say with evident satisfaction, thats just right. As I step back, my eyes wander down and noticed that his cock is now extending. Not far, but noticeably longer than before, not that that says much.
Thread: In the dungeon (CougarGirl and Lowblow Emma)

Fuck. I cant take much more of this. Knees, punches, my balls feel like punch bags. Theres no way I can prepare, shes ringing the changes all the time. The only way to survive is to overcome my instincts, but shes got me trapped. If I give in to the pain in my balls, I get my nipples ripped off. And the only way to prevent that is to endure the pain in my battered balls. I was planning to see my girlfriend tonight, but the way this is going Ill need to put that on hold. Ill need to act quickly while I still can. Thats my only hope. Whatever I do, I mustnt show any weakness, shell only feed on that. Just let me hold out until I get my chance.
Thread: In the dungeon (CougarGirl and Lowblow Emma)

Ive left your hands free, so you can release the clips whenever you want. But of course then youll be punished. A less experienced dom would have tied his hands. But experience does not always bring wisdom. Time to work from behind. A good thrashing with my crop lays a series of wealds across his back. I watch his buttocks clench as I turn them red with blows and he fights to stay on his feet. Interspersed with some flicks of the crop between his legs to keep them sore. Then round to the front again and a hard kick into his nuts. Crushing them into the pelvic bone. He doubles over, feels his nipples rip and straightens with a scream. Scream as loud as you want I tell him, all the rooms are sound proof. No one will hear no one will come to rescue you. This is true. The screams and groans that clients hear are all recordings broadcast for effect. There is no way anyone can call for help. Satisfied that I have finally made this man scream, I move in to claw his crotch, to be met with a knee into my own.
Thread: In the dungeon (CougarGirl and Lowblow Emma)

I had to do it. I couldnt take any more. They train you well in the military, but not to take this sort of punishment. The thrashing I could cope with and the ripping of my nipples too. But this damage to my balls is getting me worried. If this had been some real military thing and I had to keep a secret or let my mates down, Id have carried on. Theres no doubt about that. But Im here for a reason and it has nothing to do with military secrets or anything like that. This is personal and it is time for me to take control. From her behaviour Id say she sees me as a tough guy who has to be broken. Shes been keeping her distance. I need to get her off guard, make her think I am weakening, draw her in closer. So I let out a scream, trying to make it sound real. She falls for it and moves in for some close quarter grappling with my balls. I didnt have to do a thing. Just brought up my knee. They taught us that in training. Girls fight just as hard as men and theyre just as vulnerable. Dont treat them gently. Go in hard or youll regret it. She walked right onto me and fuck she went down hard, never knew it would take her like that, she must be very delicate down there.
Thread: In the dungeon (CougarGirl and Lowblow Emma)

The pain takes me by surprise, was it really this bad for a girl? Before I can react, he has released the clips, delivered another knee into my groin and flattened my tits with his fists. The force of the blows throws me onto my back in the dirt, knocking the wind out of me. He grabs my thong and rips it off, rolling me over and tearing my bodice off to leaving me face down on the floor. The next thing I know, my hands are tied and Im hanging from the rail in the ceiling. How the hell did this happen? Theres no time to figure it out now as my client is flicking me between my thighs with one of my own whips.
Thread: In the dungeon (CougarGirl and Lowblow Emma)

I have to move fast. Think clearly, thats what my trainer said. First things first, get these bloody clips off, give myself freedom to move. Then, into the attack. Follow up fast and put her down. No mercy. Dont rely on your first blow being effective often its just surprise, and as soon as your opponent recovers theyre back at you before you know whats happening. The pussy blow put her down so another should put her out. Another knee, high fast and hard followed up with a double tit punch. Shes down and winded, but I need to keep her moving, stop her reorientating herself. Get those clothes off, taking away the psychological advantage of being clothed with me naked. And turn her onto her face, thatll stop her fighting back. But I mustnt forget that she has decades of experience that I lack, so I need to tie her and make sure not to make the same mistake as she did with me, leaving me freedom. Therell be no freedom for her. It was so considerate of her to provide all the tools I need to use against her. A quick flick with one of those ropes and she tied, a quick toss over the bar, and one big heave. She hasnt sapped my strength as much as I feared. Look at her, swinging like a carcass in an abattoir. My balls are feeling better already. Now what shall I do? Give her a taste of what its like to have your genitals trashed. There must be whip here somewhere, no self-respecting dom would be without one.