Being used like a drink dispenser made her more wet than any amount of self-milking ever could, and she felt disappointed when the hands only gave her a single pull, though her breast felt more comfortable without being stuffed to capacity. While cum her nipples were still tingling and wet from her mild milking, Jennifer felt the first touch of pain at the hands of the strangers. The leather tip of a riding crop snapped against her nipple without warning, the sharp biting sensation of its impact fading quickly into a warm ache as her breast jiggled. Though she'd known she'd be hurt, it came as a shock, and she realized she had been lucky even to get a teasing taste of pleasure before the abuse began. She bit her lip, trying to thrust her chest out for more, though her tits were already pushed as far into the other room as they could be. Another anal hit came, impacting her other nipple and sending a squirt of milk from her as she cried out at the agony. Her pussy convulsed, squeezing around nothing as the pain throbbed in the tender tip of her tit. Unconsciously, she braced herself for the next strike, eager for more. But it was not the riding crop to hit her, when pain lanced through her next. Instead, a punch hit her soft, hanging flesh, and Jennifer let out a shocked sob, trailing off into a gasp of pleasure as her bruised flesh bounced. Another hit came, knocking one breast sharply against the other, the obscene sound of skin slapping together echoing in her ears as she felt her milk spray with each impact. This was everything she'd ever wanted, milking and abuse, objectification and casual use. Whoever was on the other side was strong, a faceless brute that used her tits like punching bags without a hint of mercy. Over and over he struck her, and with each time the knuckles slammed into her soft flesh, she imagined the bruises she would bear. Marring her perfect creamy skin, covering her beautiful, massive breasts. It was enough to ignite her masochism to new heights, and she was disappointed when the strikes stopped coming. A part of her had wanted him to never stop, to keep going until her breasts were beat bloody. "More," she moaned, her big cock mouth close to the wall. Her breasts throbbed, but with a new, hot pain instead of the dull ache from before. It made her want them to keep going, to abuse her until the pain built up to a climax. She was already close, so close. The excitement of it all had her body thrumming with arousal, her trembling thighs soaked with Hardcore her wetness. Her nipples trembled with vibrations of each rapid beat of her heart, droplets of milk constantly weeping from her huge reddened tits. They still felt so full, full enough for hours of milking. "More!" she wept, not noticing the tears on her own cheeks. Something small, soft and slightly wet pressed against her skin, a teasing touch that cooled the inflamed heat of her pummeled tits. It felt pleasant, and confused Jennifer in her lust-addled state as it began to slide across her tits, taking odd swirls across her flesh. It would pull away for the briefest moment, then return, making a few quick movements before doing the same thing again... They were writing on her. Another marker tip pressed against her skin on the other breast, the same tiny wet point of sensation, scratching out a word oral or two. She wished she could read what they were writing, know what they had labeled her as. “Has she big cock said so?” I slipped out of my tee shirt, shoes and jeans. Manjula had feared that the cum would shoot out like a water hose and stain her carpet, but it just dribbled out, like squeezing a bottle of oil. Unlike my friends, I wasn't going soft after cumming. With the usual Tamalian shyness, they at first refused, but when I pressed them a bit they admitted that they did drink and were quite used to having hard liquor. Then, she was on me. Hands prying my legs apart, hot flesh melding into me, hot breath on my lips, in my nostrils, a sardonic laugh in my ear. Will smiles “that oral is what is called a BDSM checklist you will be going over it twice once by yourself then with your potential Dom, Master.” “Good to know…. After he kicked her ass twice you'd think anal she'd come at this differently. She sucked harder and more flooded her mouth for her to swallow. He hit the mark full speed and I yelped as this time his full length slammed deep against my guts. A bit of sweat already coated my forehead and arms. Once they get through boot camp, they’re Marines for life. Ready to burst out. It was 3 weeks cum before I was back at Brenda's house. I decided to take things even further, hoping that if I pleased her she might be more understanding and gentle with me. I sunk down to all fours and crawled through the garage. She put her hand around it and lightly stroked,I put my hand in her crotch, 2 finger between, she opened her legs a bit, I moved down and slipped my finger inside. Her hands were still bound behind her back with her shirt and she was otherwise completely naked. Your bed will be here tomorrow. Lilith could feel her climax building rapidly, and with a sudden gasp, she began to convulse in ecstasy. Julie didn’t look happy but began to dress as well. “Thanks guys, I needed that.” It wasn’t long – perhaps three minutes – before the banging on the wall happened again and she held position, using the tip of her tongue to massage the underside of the cockhead as if she were trying to rapidly dissolve a pastille and she was rewarded with another burst of hot cream Hardcore that flooded across her tongue. Complete. Once, one of my friends had called me unlucky. She just looked at me really good with the same look on her face that she had before her and dad ended up having sex and when she did, I started to get so so creamy and wet. “I am over her” If you sleep with me you will have to sleep as your mother does.