I tried to move my hands to her hips to slow her penetration inside me, but she grabbed me by the wrists and pinned me down against the sheets. "Be a good little cocktoy James, take every last inch of my cock inside you." she ordered, starting to buck inside me, thrusting in deeper and deeper. I found myself making deep and lasting eye contact with her as she broke my will, feeling my ability to anything but obey her dissipate more and more as she made me surrender to her anally. She started to reward me with slow strokes over my clit "Good girl, let me fuck that tight little pussy of yours." Her thrusts become a little harder now, and I could see her lean her head back and pleasure at the bottom of every stroke as her strap on pressed back against her clit. Her cock head drove into my prostate and I felt a new kind of orgasm creeping closer and closer. Miss felt it to, and she suddenly stopped. "You little anal whore!" she said and flipped me over onto my face. "If you're going to get fucked in the high heels ass, we had better do it right." I felt her drive hard inside me, my face pressed down into the sheets with every thrust. She was rough now, taking me hard enough that I would have begged her to stop if I had the capacity, but my face was buried in the sheets and my surrender to her will nearing completion. Something about being dominated this way was far mistress too intoxicating for me to escape. I found the most feminine of moans escape my mouth as she relentlessly pounded my nearly devirginized asshole. I was nearly in tears ball busting at this point, feeling my ass being stretched, my will broken, and my masculinity shattered and lying on the floor somewhere in the back of this woman's SUV. Despite how hard I was, an orgasm felt a million miles away against the pain, degradation, and overwhelming extremity of being fucked this way. But as I heard Miss moaning and nearing an orgasm of her own, female domination I suddenly found myself right on the edge. She bucked hard and grabbed my ass tight as she started to scream and pant; and as she went over the edge she decided to take me with her. "Cum with me slut!" she said I reached up to stroke myself to orgasm while she fucked me, but she slapped my hand away. "No bitch, no touching, cum femdom like a girl." she commanded and started to cum herself from the repeated impact of the strap on against her own pussy. I came hard. I came instantly. I came without touching. I shot a massive load of cum all over the sheets, moaning and whimpering like a girl as miss drove me to a shaking, convulsing orgasm on the end of her masterful cock. I spent a few moments catching my breath, and then I looked down between my legs and saw the mess I had made all over Miss' bed spread. I panicked about doing it for a moment, but then I remembered that Miss had given me permission. More than that, she had ordered me to do it, and she had to know what would happen. Still, I decided, I should show my subservience by cleaning it up. "Oh miss, I am sorry about the mess, let me go get something to clean it up with." I offered as I started to scoot forward off her cock. I hadn't made it an inch when I felt her grab my hips and jerk me suddenly back on her cock. "Where do you think you're going slut?" she asked with a wicked smile. "Ugghghh..." I moaned as I felt myself being roughly penetrated again. "I was going to clean up the mess miss." It was my job to go inside for fresh beers when someone was ready for one. With a wet-sounding thrust, Baxter’s cock -- knot and all -- once again was plugged to the female domination hilt in the pretty blonde girl’s trembling bowels. "Thirsty?" We messed around in the pool for a while and it was difficult for me keep my hands of Ryan but that would have looked high heels more weird than it actually was. The man successfully managing to pin her arms against her. The sensations were overwhelming, and just as she felt like she was closing in on their source, her fingertip was already clumsily ball busting going off-track. “We had someone watching us.” Susan positioned her digital camera on the table. “It's okay,” the man said, his voice soft. He moved her hair to the side so he could do the rest of her back. My eyes clouded to hear her speak my name. I pulled into one of the end parking places and asked mistress him if he liked being watched while he peed. It’s an ugly cry. "How... did that not... hit you?" One day while Chad was out grocery shopping she set one up in his bedroom and one in the laundry room. Sandy woke on the floor surrounded by all the sex toys. That would leave him with two choices. “oh my god” as they say nice round hips perfectly complimented her shape. A flail? “Aren’t I more of a tragic shoujo heroine?” Stephanie asked with a grim smile. I walked through the dark fields, and listened to the sweet sound of my sons and daughters making love. So you have to kill me. So pathetic! "Well, femdom look, tidy yourself up, you look like a slut," he said. Don’t worry.