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

The Illusion of Loyalty

…then I push a button and the giant painting above the bed shifts, revealing a secret window to watch what's going on outside the hotel....

There, just imagine.

Your wife.

Lying on his back under the covers.

And moans with pleasure. Someone is caressing her under the covers…

Your wife Veronica is a beautiful woman…

She enjoys the high to the fullest, without opening the peephole shakes her head. It feels like her pussy is being licked under a silk blanket and she's about to cum.

A young man appears from under the blanket. A sleek young but strong major who seems to be staying at this hotel…

His whole mouth is wet, and your wife just came in his mouth.

And now he looks like he's going to fuck her.

How did she get here? Can't you guess?

They're talking about something-you can't hear it through the glass…

She says no, but he seems like he doesn't give a fuck.

A guy hugs your wife.

She's naked and you can see her breasts lifted up with a corset.

I think he's going to put her on cancer, but she's against it.

Just admit it to yourself: you secretly want her fucked.

The silk falls off and we see two beautiful bodies fighting.

A young guy and a sophisticated blonde in black stockings, naked. She is excited, but for some reason resists…

Oh my God, he jumps up angrily and pulls dollars out of the nightstand.

He throws them in her face.

She also has a great reaction – she instantly takes a submissive pose "like a dog" and puts her red flower on display for us.

It seems your wife is a currency prostitute and another bitch…

Yes, she loves money and in the course of it turns on what a big dick he has, but it's a little scary how he shoves her and in my opinion he's without a condom.

She hands him a condom and wags her hips.

He tosses the prez aside and gives her another hundred bucks.

She agrees to accept it as it is.

What a whore, eh! For a hundred bucks, she'd let a man cum inside her.

The bitch doesn't like rubber. He likes it when he feels that his cock is hot inside and his cum is even hotter.

Oh, yeah. And that whore, we're sitting behind the glass and she can't hear you fucking me without taking her eyes off them.

He inserts it slowly, because it's big.

Veronica turns her ass around to get her pussy firmly planted on this guy's penis, and the husband knows that his wife is a hotel prostitute?

From the double high my head goes off, I furiously insert you in the pussy again and you moan in pain but then you realize how nice it is, and I start to push you hard and distracted from my wife I fuck you in the ass, and then looking up I see a complete fuck behind the glass …

Oh yeah.

I'm just roaring with excitement and I don't look at them, but you can't take your eyes off them.

Your wife is fucked by a crustacean with a huge cock, she clutches banknotes in the handle and moans, her pussy squishes. Your wife seems to like it when her pretty fuck in a wet slit…

You want your legal wife fucked for a couple hundred basques in a hotel, don't you?

I can't stand it and I hit you so hard that the vase falls and they pay attention to us, and I lie down between your legs and start licking your pussy hard with frenzy and I want you to cum in my mouth.

I licked you all over and now I feel your slit leaking on my tongue..

I broke away from your pussy and stood near the window, and there my wife was lying on her stomach and not even cancer, but with outstretched legs, and he was doing hard push-ups on her, inserting her from behind, and I saw that she no longer liked sex as much as she wanted money.

And then he growled, and she rolled her ass and he exploded in her pussy. Cum came into her and she really moaned like a chick who was fucked by a bull, and getting off her, he opened the latch on the door and two drunken foreign friends of his tumbled in, he did not warn her, but told them that this bitch would resist, but this is how it should be she loves when she is raped…

They called her names in French as they unbuckled their belts…

Veronica pulled on her clothes and turned around gracefully. Clearly, she liked the way her stockinged legs slid over the silk and the anticipation of being fucked by two of them secretly pleased her, but there was genuine fear on her face.

One guy came up and boldly grabbed your wife by the hair and brought her face up to his cock, and she started crying…and opened her mouth…

She began to tearfully suck the cock of a foreigner who paid her… She sucked in disgust, but his cock was hard. It was smooth. All wet with her tears and saliva… The second Frenchman stripped naked – he had a very beautiful muscular body… he began to caress your wife's legs with his hands…

The guy fumbles possessively on your wife's slender legs. Tell me what kind of legs she has? Gentle? Sweet ones?

And he roughly fumbles on them slapping her pussy…

She's a real whore.

She is fucked in the mouth, pulling on her beautiful blonde hair and the second man has her in the vagina with his fingers, while she sucks and cries. It's probably not easy being such a cheap hooker.

Yes, they are very slender, and she is crying because she does not want to be roughly fucked by two people.

They don't even address her, just speak their own language, put her on her knees and elbows…

They use it as a thing, as a toy bought on the street.

Your wife was taken in the living room by young stray Frenchmen and now they put her cancer and are going to use it together. She sobs and agrees, silently spreading her beautiful legs. It looks like they are determined to fuck her roughly.

They put a dick in her pussy and start just fucking her like a female… her legs are beautifully placed in different directions and she almost does not move, she is planted quickly, sharply and roughly. Like they do with prostitutes…

You hear one of the Frenchmen say something.

"Veronika… Veronika"

She shouts "YES YES" through her tears.

They fuck her like a goat… they made your Veronica a sex toy for money, a fucking machine, a fucking machine that you can fuck and humiliate as you want.

Just like that, while she was picking out her purse. She was offered to give herself up for a dime and she agreed. Does Veronica like to be fucked?

The guy who is talking to her from behind about something, she cries even more because he says that all Russian women are whores and they will fuck her in front of her husband if they want to.

Approach.

Look at how your sweet wife pees in the mouth of the Frenchman, the one who gave her a suck.

She opens her mouth and catches the urine on her tongue. She cries and sees that you are here, that you are her beloved husband you see how they fuck her for money, not only fuck her from behind throwing her head back by her hair, but also pee in her mouth, the urine is hot and delicious, she likes it and she is ashamed.

Your Veronica is not only yours anymore, but also a common whore.

The guy from behind fucks her very fast, and she ends up on his cock, looking you in the eye.

Cheating in the Restaurant Bathroom

Your wife, the beautiful Veronica, has been very sad lately. To entertain her, you finally invited her to a restaurant.

Veronica wore a luxurious red velvet dress just below the knees covering her slender body. The velvet hugged her ass and thighs and it was a pleasure to walk with her on the arm, the men were all drooling. You entered an expensive restaurant, you were intoxicated by the smell of her perfume, and immediately noticed how your wife's eyes lit up when she saw how expensively dressed men in the restaurant broke their necks looking at her. She shamelessly made eyes at everyone, not forgetting to stroke your hand with gentle fingers…

You sat down at a table with a low-draped tablecloth. And you immediately felt how Veronica, crossing her legs, touched her foot, shod in sexy sandals, to your leg. And she stroked you from the bottom up to express her gratitude for bringing her to this place where there are so many purebred males.

The sommelier who came over was a little flustered when Veronica leaned over and casually stroked his hand holding the wine list. You're a little excited about it. Your wife was already looking past you quite a lot, and the men around her were paying too much attention, as it seemed to you.

At dinner, you soon noticed that your wife is caressing several men with her eyes at once. Their eyes roam over your wife's smooth, tight thighs, looking down at her cleavage… And most importantly, she enjoyed it and provoked them.

She was chattering sweetly about something, and under the table you began to notice that she was no longer delicately holding her foot on her leg, but trying to spread her legs, as it were, only the narrow dress interfered.

She shifted her plump ass a few times on the high chair, and you seemed to know that she was aroused.

You looked down at the steak, and when you picked it up, your wife was licking the neck of a wine bottle, looking straight into the eye of the man in the black suit sitting just to your left. Frankly speaking, she didn't hesitate to suck the neck while you weren't looking.

After a few minutes of your dinner, the waiter came over with a bottle of pink champagne

"It's from that gentleman over there, Lady Veronica. he pointed to the man she'd flirted with so obscenely.

"Oh, no, I'm sorry, we can't accept this gift," you tried to say, but your wife took the bottle and looked at the gentleman again, confused, and nodded.

She decided everything for you. After the champagne, which she downed almost in one gulp, she was simply drunk.

She was laughing more and more and looking at the man with predatory eyes. She was licking her lips and adjusting her bra under her dress.

Out of the corner of your eye, you saw the man give some signs to Veronica and go into the men's room. A few minutes later, Veronica said, "I'll just be a minute, honey," and got up from the table. In high-heeled sandals, she walked unsteadily, drunkenly, swaying her hips strongly and gracefully bending her arms at the elbows.

What would be your surprise if you saw that she went into the men's room.

You sat twirling a glass in your hands, while in the men's room a strange man lifted your wife's dress above the waist and caressed her between the legs with his hand, she moaned, drunken moans of desire escaped from her lips. It flowed heavily into her panties from the man's touch. Throwing her head back, she roared and ran her hand down the man's trousers, searching for something that would quench her thirst for sex.

Veronica jerked off a member with a pen, putting her pussy on his fingers. She squeezed his cock with a gentle hand, enjoying its firmness and firmness. Her cunt was flowing like a sponge, and his finger was already moving in it like clockwork.

– Fuck me – she whispered and turned her ass to the stranger. Fuck me soon. With her hands, she pressed someone else's muck's ass to her and felt his big cock enter her pussy. Veronica roared with pleasure and planted herself on the leather trunk.

He began to move her in it, furiously, deeply and sharply fucking your wife, With his hand he grabbed her by the neck and squeezed hard so that she almost suffocated and continued to fuck your wife right in the men's room without closing the booths.

At this time, you were bored and decided to go to the toilet while waiting for your wife. Opening the door, you immediately heard a woman moaning passion "probably some waitress use…" you thought and went into the booth to distinguish. Behind the wall, a man growled and fucked a chick. You looked down and saw a familiar pair of sandals under the partition.

– yes!!! Fuck me properly! I want you to cum inside me!!!

It was your drunken wife's voice. You looked in the next booth and saw this picture.

A big ass with someone else's man's balls moving against the background of your own wife. She stands like a crustacean, arching her back and exposing her ass to be fucked. Right in the men's room, your wife is planted up to the balls smothering her with her hands, she moans and asks for more. Her long, slender legs are spread wide so that you can fuck her well. Her dress is pulled up and rolled up high at the waist, and her G-string panties are just pushed to the side. A string of panties rubs against a man's big elastic lumpy cock as she fucks Veronica.

"Call me a whore, call me a whore, call me by my first name!"

The man began to growl and with pauses plant deeper into your wife.

"Yeah, fucker, do you like that?" You little bitch, do you like being fucked in the men's room?

– Yes, yes, yes, fuck me while my husband is waiting at the table.... I want you to continue.

– Well, wag your ass, show me how you like to feel a hot cock in your pussy.

Wernika reacted furiously to his words and began to rotate her ass under the man, she rested her thin hands on the side of the toilet, and the heels of her sandals lifted her ass high. So high that you can sit on a man's cock. She moaned and started to cum under him. Long and stormy. A drunken orgasm is as sparkling as champagne. You saw the trickles of heat roll down her legs, along the inside of her thighs… along the entire length from her thighs to her knees, these trickles flowed down her calves and onto her ankles, and she took off from the penis.

Veronica turned around abruptly, squinted at the man, put her arm around his shoulders and kissed him on the chest, on the stomach, below the navel, then on the pubis of the man. You didn't see his penis, but then how greedily she began to put her mouth on it, you realized that it was big. The bitch loves big cocks. Your wife was sucking off a strange man in the men's room to thank him for fucking her like a whore.

You stood behind her and pulled your erect cock, and she sucked with her eyes closed. When she opened her eyes for a moment, gasping with pleasure, she saw that her husband had witnessed her drunken fall. She came here to be fucked. She had offered herself to this man and was now finishing her job. She was terribly ashamed and she wanted to take the cock out of her mouth and explain everything to you, but the man began to fuck her rougher in the mouth and Veronica could not get off him. A big cock entered her mouth, she was fucked like the last whore right in the men's room. She was drunk and just cumming and started crying with humiliation that she, a married woman, was being fucked in front of her husband.

The man pushed her mouth full of cum while cumming and still had enough on her face. She hid her eyes from you, realizing that you were looking at her finished face…

Breed it for Money

How to play with men even if you are a fat woman of 30+?

Simple as that. You only need to know two simple rules. I'll tell you now.

As an example, the situation when he came to meet you on the street, and then you went to the Central Department Store and he paid you a dress for 100+ thousand rubles will suit?

What if I tell you that I didn't even kiss him and he texted me every day after that?

The main thing is to know your own value, my friend!

Look.

I went for a walk on Patriki. Hat, glasses, smooth legs in light summer clogs.

It was during the day, because in the evening there is nothing to catch: people are like at a May Day demonstration and everything is already packed with pick-up trucks instead of "real men".

She waggled her hips, swam through the streets without hurrying anywhere, smiled at every post with lips circled in bright red lipstick and radiated feminine bliss with all her might.

It was as if I knew in advance that in just three hours I would be tightly squeezing the "man" with my finger rings at the very base, not letting him come without my permission.

One car, the other, the main thing is not to pay attention to them.

Only the one who passes by will circle around and then pull up behind me again to admire my 90 75 100 action figure.

"Need a ride?"

Here are the girls. This is the most important thing. It has already positioned itself. Then the main thing is not to miss. The man offered himself as a driver – okay, so we communicate with him as a driver. So he's ready for it.

"I'm going to the Central Department Store," I said curtly and commandingly. That's exactly what they like.

Behind me was a sleek, clean black typewriter. I don't know much about brands, I won't lie, but there were no rear seats, and that's fine.

"Sit down…"

I walked around the front of the car, creating a small traffic jam on Bronnaya Street, and stopped at the door. By no means did I discover it myself.

Cars in the back began beeping. But I just kept batting my eyelashes prettily from under my hat and glasses, as if I didn't even know how doors worked.

He bent down and opened the door from the inside.

This won't do, Kid, I think to myself.

I stand the same way. He knows what he has to do, and we're not going anywhere until he does what I want him to do.

The drivers behind him were clearly angry, but I waited until my boyfriend got out and opened the door for me.

"Oh, thank you. You're so gallant, " I said in a small voice as I stared at him. A blue suit, a crooked, sad gray face, clean-shaven, the top button of a white shirt unbuttoned, the belt tightly dividing the body into two parts, leaving a weighty, despite still young age, belly hanging over it. Ironed trousers.

Millionaires aren't always like the ones in your novels. Sometimes it's just very rich schmucks who spent their entire lives licking their superiors ' assholes.

Balding and most likely with a very sluggish potency. Usually, if the belt shackles the body so much , the blood no longer flows, as in a young guy. But I had yet to learn the opposite.

"Have a seat."

I carefully put one leg at a time in the expensive lacquered wheelbarrow. It smelled good inside, and music was playing.

He returned to his seat, shamefacedly not meeting the eyes of the other drivers who were honking their horns at us.

That's nice. For the role of a means of payment, I need such a balding patient.

You can't make a first impression twice, so I knew that the next 10 seconds after he got in the car and slammed the door would be the most important thing in our acquaintance.

The man sat down in a creaky new leather chair. The door slammed shut, shutting us off from the others, and the car began to move smoothly.

I leaned in so that he could smell the intoxicating scent of my perfume, running my hand down his trousers from knee to fly. She put her hand right on his still-unready cock and whispered right in his ear.

"Hurry up, little boy.

That's the most important thing, girls. Anchoring.

Take the bull by the horns. If he lets you call his little thing "baby" one day , do whatever you want with it.

"Do you come here often?" I tried to start the conversation.

I silently ignored him.

"Turn around here," I said, changing the subject.

As soon as we got out on Tverskaya Street, where there was a lot of traffic, I put my hand on his groin and began stroking him insistently through the tight fabric of his trousers.

The "kid" turned out to be quite large, but in such tight trousers he simply had nowhere to grow. I ran my fingers over my balls and felt " his heart beating."

The guy was taken aback and, as expected, stared at the road and just silently swallowed saliva while I "anchored" him.

I gently wrapped two fingers around his shaft.

"Mmmm… what a small baby you have…"

Beads of sweat trickled down his temples.

We managed to get to the Central Department Store. Where I abruptly switched from smooth caresses. I slapped his testicles with my hand.

"Come with me."

Schmuck obediently got out of the car. Corrected its economy in trousers. It took the purse and followed me.

Constant coldness, not interest. Looking at tsatskas. Conversations with sales consultants should rarely, but regularly, change to close contact.

I said in his ear, running my hand through the hair on the back of his neck.

Oh, what a sweet thrill it is to feel him literally fluttering in my hands. She brushed her hip against his groin.

We walked around. More precisely, I led him on an invisible leash through the hall with perfume and cosmetics and we went up to the second floor.

Almost immediately (it is important that it is sudden for him) I took him to the locker room.

I unzipped my little belly fly and dumped out his cock and testicles. She wrapped her arm around him.

Here, girls, is the most important thing. The grip should be confident and skillful.

For men, a handshake is very important. It's no coincidence that they always shake hands first to see who you're dealing with.

A sluggish, hesitant, exploring handshake is an instant disqualification in the world of men.

So I grabbed his already swollen penis and immediately, without swaying, began to jerk off.

"Ew, what are you doing, stop…"

"Don't you like it, Kid?"

"Oooh… ahh…"

Talking when you are accelerated from zero to orgasm in ten seconds is almost impossible.

It is important to blow his head off so that he completely loses control.

My pen worked harder and harder, controlling his orgasm completely. I could feel the trunk stiffen. And that he's only moments away from splattering the entire changing room with his cum.

But it's still early.

"Just don't come so fast -" I patted his testicles, " You're not a quick shot, are you?"

Then I looked sternly at the man, who was already rolling his eyes and breathing heavily.

"Or did it happen?"

You can always tell by the way its appendage tensed and throbbed. And this happened to every guy. I squeezed his dignity even tighter.

– Byvaaaalo… Don't worry. It's okay, "I said, stroking his voice," but we're not getting our pants dirty right now." Is everything clear?" Don't Get Dirty!

I took my hand out of his underwear and walked casually on my heels in front of him. The kid ran after me like a tethered dog. I even stopped looking around. I can feel his loyalty on my back.

I was calmly picking out dresses, and my hand-held ATM was nearby.

– Hello, can you sit down? The boutique employee asked helpfully.

"He'll stand," I answered sternly for him, and continued flipping through the summer dresses on the coat rack.

It's hard to say I wasn't aroused by his complaisance. At the same time, I wanted to humiliate him even more.

But I just fluttered my eyelashes and pretended to be a "girl-girl".

I groped for a pair of dresses that matched the texture of the fabric as much as possible. I love when the softness of the surface is combined with the dullness of my skin. On the shoulders. On the hips. Around the waist. It's so nice to wear dresses in the summer, enjoying the warm evenings and light wind.

I knew that my" driver " with a boner was only thinking about finishing what he had started.

But now I wasn't even looking at him. No eye contact. No attention paid. Talking to salespeople as if I were the only one here.

He must wait. And it should be in a powerful information deficit.

I stepped into the booth and took off my clothes. All the gold mirrors around me reflected a plump, big-boobed lady who likes to lead men around. In beautiful tight underwear.

Standing in the middle of Moscow in nothing but underwear and stilettos was already a pleasant pleasure, and knowing that a strange man was about to open his purse and pay for a chic dress with a three – digit price tag-turned me on even more.

I even squeezed my nipples through the foam of my bra.

Putting on my expensive clothes, I turned around in front of the mirrors.

The dress wasn't tight anywhere, so I called out to him.

"Little one, help me choose."