The one kind thing I'll do...

is offer a little insight on what goes on in My devious world, for all those who seem so hungry for the table-scraps. I am a South Florida Dominatrix. I have a particularly wild life, in and out of the dungeon. If contacting ME has become a compulsion which you can no longer resist, send email to bellademonella@gmail.com, or find me as GoddessBella on collarspace.com for more pics, and see whether you can arrange an opportunity to try and be OWNED by ME. After an initial email or two to see if we're a good fit, I'll provide you with my phone number to talk and see what you have to say for yourself!

Yes, as wild as these stories are, they are ALL based on real encounters. I ONLY write with approval of the other participants and/or in a way as to maintain total anonymity. They are REAL, though. I may be one of the wildest women around, and frequently find myself thinking that my adventures are too good to keep entirely to myself!

Wednesday, December 28, 2011

MONICA AND BELLA LEAVE A SPECIAL GIFT UNDER PIG'S TREE: Throatfucking!

Did everybody get what they wanted for Christmas this year?

It so happens that my partner in crime, Lady Monica, and I were lurking about out of down again the day after Xmas. This was for a session originally, but soon descended into a type of debaucherous playtime of which only she and I together are ever capable. 

The real show happened when one of my pets came by. You know him as my pet Piggy.

Now, Pig isn't a small boy by any means. Overindulgence is his middle name. 
At the point were that little knock emanated from our hotel room door, I was standing there, behind Monica and possibly even visible anyone coming down the hall, in my favorite sort of attire: a pair of black lace hotpants, a mesh, off the shoulder little top, and a strapon harness equipped with a nicely sized gunmetal gray dong. He walked in, almost trembling with anticipation and caught a proper glance of the two of us. It was probably a sight to behold.

So, we shall fast forward a bit, past all the small talk, past the unveiling of a big purple jelly dong from some nearby sex shop, past Monica having to take some rope and create a harness for her long and veiny flesh colored dildo.... yes, we'll fast forward to the part where Pig was on his knees, being fed a dildo that slipped easily down his throat. The entire thing was engulfed in seconds. I ground it in there, pushing as far as it would go. Monica's eyes were wide. She saw what you could do to a person...what a human throat could handle if properly motivated. I pulled his head back and spat across his face. It was getting quite hot. 

"And now, dear Pig, it's time for you to suck Monica!"

His mouth gripped her dong like a hungry calf and the sucking resumed. I stood behind him and pushed forward hard, rhythmically pumping his head on it. I'd pull it off and back every so often to stare into his now glassy eyes and spit on his now wet face. There was all kinds of drool and goo over our dongs, keeping them wet and lending a slightly revolting note to what was at hand. Next, Pig was on his back on the bed, with his head hanging off the edge on a soft yellow Marriott blanket, and as we took turns face fucking him with our strap ons. Drilling down deep is my passion. I wanted that thing deep in his throat. I discovered that Monica is so short without her heels, she had only to straddle his head between her soft thighs and do a little squat to fuck his face like some kind of pussy. The entire thing was indescribably hot to watch. 
Then, we switched it up and she had her small, curvy little body on top of him. Her knees were on either sides of his ears, sandwiching his head right there between her tanned legs, and her amazing, round, plump Brazilian ass peeked out towards me from under her bubblegum pink panties. It was perched up there, right on his broad chest, in a position where she could almost ride his face. But no, that's NOT what was going on. Monica was doing something else in the catbird seat.

"LOOK, I have my whole hand in his mouth!"
"Really? hahahaha I'm sure you can get it in there!"
"NO REALLY! Come look!"

This led me from my view of her ass to something quite awesome and unexpected. Apparently, Pig sucks just enough dick, and Monica's hands were just small enough to get that little hand and wrist of her jammed deep down in his throat. It was buried deep, up past her wrist. And he looked like the happiest red-and-purple-faced man in the whole wide world. 

I loved it. He told her she could push harder... and just when I thought he was trying to tap out, in fact, he wanted it deeper. Thrusting and pulsing forward with all that weight in her hot little body, she dilated his throat like some kind of fuck hole, with that sweet little munchkin hand her her, so soft and so well manicured, invading his skull like something out of an alien horror movie. She was slowly getting in there, opening him up, getting deep inside him. 

It was all too much! She and I were at this point laughing like maniacal harpies while sounds of his sucking, rattling, and gasping filled the silence of the room. We looked down at that mouth of his stretched around that petite wrist. We watched his eyes bugged out as they were, and his face change various colors. It crossed my mind for a moment, just a moment, that perhaps we shouldn't kill him. Perhaps we should at least have a plan if he died. An autopsy would reveal all those throat bruises. The room was in her name. But it was so much fun.

"Why don't you give him a little of your cock, Monica!?!"
"Oh, I tink I weeeeel!"

If the first show wasn't swell enough, then she got that cock of hers, maybe 10 inches long, rubbery, and very friendly, right into his mouth. Now THIS gentle reader, was the best part of the show. 

She was up there, with the globes of that ass and those bubble gum panties, right up in his face. She's such a good girl, I often think to myself. Such a good girl that she's had to endure enough cock, both physical and metaphorical, that she channels that bombardment of cock outwards on men. 

He opened his mouth and the show began. All I could see was that ass working on top of his chest...she was digging deep into his face with her dong, hunched over like a lust driven animal. Her hand was on it, forcing it to bend on in there, keeping it in place, while she went at him with deep, jerking, little thrusts. She was adorable, and the sounds of male cock strangulation, the noise of spit, flesh slapping, and bubbling slobber bathed the room. 

"OHHHHH HOW DO YOU LIKE YOUR CHRISTMAS PRESENT!?!?!?"
She almost screamed it. So much for our neighbors!
"HOW DO YOU LIIIIIIIKE IIIIIIIIIIT? YOU DO, DON'T YOU!? YOU DO! SO MUCH YOU'RE SPEEEEEEEEEEECHLESSSSSS, HUH? YEEEEESSSS!!!! SO MUCH THAT YOUR HAPPINESSSS IS COMING OUT ALL OOOOOVER THE ROOOOOOOOM!!!!!!!!!"
Her voice was filled with a rough and powerful tone...it was an almost insane moment, as this tiny woman with the big round ass hunched over and dog humped into the throat of this huge wide man with her dong, wildly assaulting his throat and wildly attacking him verbally at the same time. Her tremendous breasts were spilling out of her top, and his face was exploring new shades of the color wheel. Her body jerked and lunged forward while his struggled to buffet the thrusting throat assault. The moment was, to say the least, incredible.

Now, we all know that this is just the beginning of a great little adventure. We all know where a tale of two women with strapon dongs and a male victim will inevitably go. However, I fear that it's time for me to get a little work done, so we'll have to report on the rest later.

I hope all of you got exactly what you wanted for the holidays. I know Pig did :)

1 comment:

  1. oohhhh this was very fun to read..... i went to high school with piggy boy..... he's a sweetie, though we never hooked up... misread signals of horny timid teens.....

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