Pissing Sex for the Douche at the Bar

Pissing sexHe thought I’d be a little bitch. Apparently my head-to-toe leather just screamed submissive to him. Or, maybe it was just his way of getting me to make him my little bitch. I don’t know. What I do know is he stepped to me all kinds of sideways, talking down to me and basically telling me that I was going to go home with him. He was ok, as long as he was just talking shit, but the he laid a hand on me. The minute he did that, he was done. It took very little effort to put his ass on the floor, and my heeled boot was on his head in a second, pressing his head into the floor. I told him that if he thought he wanted to leave this place in tact, he would do as I said and not think twice about it. He agreed, and I told him to lick my boot. Once he’d done that once, I decided it needed something more. I ordered him to stay where he lay, not to move a muscle, as I stripped my skin-tight pants off, leaving me in just my boots from my waist down. I allowed him to look up, then, as I undid my blouse. I pulled my tits out and let him see my dick and my tits one good time before pissing all over his head. I made him lick my boot again before I allowed him to suck my cock. Well, I more face-fucked him than allowed him, but I’m sure you get the picture. I stared down at him, licking and sucking on my own tits as he fucked my cock with his mouth. I sent him home with my piss in his hair and my cum all over the front of his clothes. I bet he never lays hands on a lady again!

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