FuckStudies with Kasia

Kasia mostly preferred women. But she loved cock, and this one was beautiful. She maintained her composure as she approached the ****’s stiff, fully erect penis. She admired his body, his powerful muscles, his big, juicy balls…

She removed the hair tie and vibrator and went down on him, tasting his mistress’ saliva as she bobbed her head on his shaft. Kasia loved cock in her mouth. It was her one weakness when it came to men. Yes, she loved riding a good dick, but she could get that from a strap-on. The only other thing that made men an indispensable part of her sex life was her urge to dominate them. It was more fun dominating a strong man, in certain ways. She licked his cock, touching his toned abs as her tongue wrapped around him. Then she slapped his balls, provoking a cry from the man. She smirked and bound the vibrator around his cock again, stepping back as he squirmed.

“Don’t cum,” she commanded him, dropping her miniskirt to the floor. She climbed on top of him, resting on his stomach. Her tattooed ass flexed as she rubbed her pussy against his abs, reaching back to caress his balls. Her black strap-on rested on his strong chest.

“I want his legs bound up with his wrists,” she announced. The man’s mistress walked from the shadows, dutifully obeying Kasia. She untied his ankles and pulled them up towards his head, binding them around the bed frame. Finally, his legs were pulled back, bound by rope. The vibrator kept humming against his cock and mistress admired his now exposed asshole. Kasia was still sitting on him, now grabbing his throat and whispering something to him.

“What should it call me?” Kasia asked.

She thought for a moment. “Mistress Kasia,” she said. “That way, it won’t get confused. I’m his mistress.”

Kasia nodded with a wry smile. “Did you hear that?”

The **** nodded. “Yes, Mistress Kasia.”

“Good boy.”

Kasia backed up, gripping his cock as she settled on the bed. She removed the vibrator and tossed it to the side. She stroked him firmly, enjoying every inch of his enormous dick. She wanted to ride him in the Amazon position, mistress could see. Kasia sank down on his manhood, moaning as he penetrated her. She pressed her palms against the bottom of his thighs, her strap-on bobbing against his stomach. She thrust forward, riding him gently. Her tattooed ass looked incredible as she dominated him. Used him.

Mistress touched her pussy as she watched Kasia fuck him. Kasia was enjoying it a little too much.

“I’m not jealous,” she told herself, edging towards the bed. She climbed up behind Kasia, laying down on her stomach and burying her face in Kasia’s ass. She hungrily licked at Kasia holes, catching the shaft of her ****’s dick again and again. Kasia moaned with intense pleasure, getting tongued by her lesbian lover and getting cock from their captive. Kasia. Queen Kasia, mistress thought.

One hand resting on the ****’s body, Kasia reached back and pressed her lover’s face deeper in her ass. Mistress grabbed both of Kasia’s asscheeks and smothered herself with them. Kasia moaned blissfully, her girlfriend’s tongue sliding up her asshole while she rode their ****’s cock, his legs pinned up to his head.

Kasia rode like that until she came, but she wasn’t satisfied. Not yet.

“Bend him over,” she commanded. “I still haven’t fucked his ass.”

Kasia had no mercy with the ****. She was ruthless. Once he was bent over, arms bound, she kicked his legs open wide. She thrust her black dildo into his ass with no preparation. She grabbed his hips, thrusting her own as she penetrated him cruelly.

“You think you can **** my girlfriend?” She demanded. “You think you can **** her and get away with it? I don’t think so. You’re going to be ****, just like this, for the rest of your life, you fucking piece of shit,” she slapped his ass and fucked him harder. He cried out, gripping the rope with his hands, squeezing his eyes shut. Kasia pounded his ass harder, enjoying herself. She grabbed his balls and twisted, pushing her strap-on as deep as it would go into his body.

“Fuck you,” she said disdainfully. “Don’t cry. Take it like a man.”

She grabbed his hips and fucked him harder. “You like that, bitch? You like that?”

“Yes, Mistress Kasia,” he moaned.

“Louder!”

“Yes, Mistress Kasia!” He cried.

“Fuck you, faggot,” she said, slapping his balls. “You love this, don’t you?”

He cried out again.

“I’m making you my little faggot bitch. How do you like it, slut?”

Her **** couldn’t answer. He was sobbing. It just made Kasia fuck him harder.

Finally, Kasia pulled out. She unhitched her strap-on as she walked towards the wall. Whips, belts, and other instruments of **** hung down from the wall. The boy toy’s sobs echoed, but Kasia hardly noticed them. She grabbed a black whip and turned back towards him.

Without a word, she brought the leather down on his ass with such great **** that she drew blood on the first blow. He cried out in agony. She whipped his back, again and again, as mistress watched her **** abused by Kasia.