FEMDOM tales: 13 Female Led Relationships & Submissions novellas. From light to hard. From staring at dangling heels to hardcore ballbusting

He stared at me with bulging eyes and began to move his hand slowly and unsteadily over his protruding cock.

No more kissing. No strings attached. No attention paid. And he's mine.

My heart was beating hard with a sadistic desire to humiliate him even more.

I was ready to come myself, and my panties were soaking wet.

"Faster, faster…"

My companion was already full of it. Her eyes were rolled back in her head, and sweat was running down her face. A large, but sluggish member always had to be held in your hand so that it did not fall.

Pathetic sight, to be honest. He's still a young man, but he's already started himself up like this. But judging by the car – it has something to take.

"Stop!"

He didn't seem to be able to stop and kept jerking off in a daze.

"Stop, I said!

I had to slap his hands a few times to get him to stop and recover a little.

"What are you doing?" Go pay for it!

I took off my dress, leaving only my underwear in front of him. The smell of my wetness spread through the wardrobe and made the man even more obedient.

He went out, not quite sure what was going on.

He came back a few minutes later.

The beeping of the cash register has never been so exciting for me. I bit my lip, imagining him sweating and paying for my dress for a few thousand dollars.

Sounds of scuffling at the cash register, the rustle of plastic cards. All this turned me on so much that I squeezed my nipples and stroked the whole girl through the fabric.

He ducked under the wings of the locker room.

"Check!

Schmuck obediently handed me the check. I checked it out. On it flaunted the sum of 117,990 rubles for my new dress.

My eyes sparkled.

"Good boy. Now you can – " I winked.

Already briskly, my pig unzipped her fly and energetically began to pump up her plump club.

I caught him just as he started to come. He hummed, squeezing the moans out of his chest, which was bursting with excitement and risk.

Abruptly, she clamped her hand over his mouth and wrapped her other hand around the base of his penis. Pass the seed feed channel with the pad of your fingers.

It's a little rough, but it can't be helped. He must remember me.

The pad of a finger pressed the channel. His cock throbbed. The eggs gave out seed, but it didn't go into the overexcited hard trunk.

Break his buzz. This is the most important thing. So that he wants to win back.

I wanted more and more.

Wrote in PM. I was looking for meetings.

He offered dates, trips, restaurants, and gifts.

"What are you doing here?"

I slapped him with my free hand after he stopped humming on the head of his cock. At this point, it is particularly sensitive.

She released the clip.

The seed was no longer spurting out, but simply pouring out. The orgasm had been interrupted and destroyed, and his limp cock was dangling as semen oozed and dripped from it.

My victim was bellowing with rage at not being allowed to get high. He was shaking. He tried to grab a member and jerk off, but I sharply hit him first on the hands, and then on the member that continued to drain the seed without getting high.

– A nuka ugh! You can't!!! – I cruelly broke it off at the most disturbing moment.

Drops dripped on my feet.

I think next time I will make him clean my skin of his "dirt", but this time he has had enough.

"How awful you are! A nightmare! What have you done here? I scolded him like a boy.

The man leaned back against the wall, and I got dressed and went out, leaving him my number.

After a couple of minutes, I came out of the Central Department Store happy with a large package and a new dress in it. I really wanted to come myself.

I walked past the fountain and smiled at the fact that there were drops on my feet, and my phone was already receiving notifications about new messages in Whatsapp one after another.

Drunk Aunt after a party abused her Nephew

My aunt was a slender blonde with flat breasts and perennially protruding nipples. She didn't have a size, so she didn't think it was necessary to wear bras either.

It bothered me in every way while I was staying with her during the student holidays. She often joked that I would ruin all the girls in the city, but I honestly didn't know how to approach the local beauties.

She was often visited by her friends, with whom she discussed her ex-husband on the balcony while I played playstation or sat on the phone.

On another such evening, she and her friends dressed in high boots and a black mini dress, styled their hair and left.

I went to bed and was fast asleep when I could barely hear her return through my sleep at around 3am. Sharp heels clattered on the parquet floor. I tried to sleep, but she came into my room and walked all the way to my bed.

Then she sat down on the bed and gave me a strange pat through the covers. Out of embarrassment, I pretended to be asleep on my own. She got up and left the room, her heels clicking on the floor. I tried to sleep, but a minute later my drunken aunt came barefoot into the room and crawled under the covers with me. I was lying with my face to the wall, and she was leaning back, sure that I was fast asleep.