Hipster Fuckr 2 - At The Heels of the Dom in Teal
Nolan's life gets even crazier when he meets SuperF, a pint-sized hipster dominatrix. She's a queen bitch, and he's got a weak spot for strong women. Is he going to roll over? Or is SuperF in for the fight of her life? Featuring public sex, kickball, raves, and one of the most amazing orgasm fights ever put into print.
(M/f, F/m, and even M/F action that'll dazzle anyone over 18.) More
She responded by shoving me to my knees. She unfolded the chair, pulled down her shorts, moved her panties aside, and told me to start licking.
The first thing I noticed about Shauna’s cunt was how it was…almost imperious. It was tight. It was shaved (with her pubic hair forming a downward arrow). It was imposing.
“You’re not licking!” she scowled, pushing down on my head.
“S…sorry.” I said. I licked tentatively. She tasted warm.
“Harder, Nolan. Or I’m going to take off.”
I licked more intently, going slowly from her inner walls to the center. I licked around the edges. I teased. I was patient.
She tugged my hair.
“The clit, dumbass? You ever eat a pussy before?”
I winced at the abuse but continued, faster and deeper. She was wet, but it was perfunctory. She seemed to more enjoy the idea of me being forced down there, and her groans were more timed with her hitting and clawing me than with my attempts at eating her out.
That would be fine (or at least acceptable), but Shauna took a phone call.
“No, fine.” She said. “A tour? You really think we’re ready to tour, Chris? No, I know you’re the band manager. I never said you weren’t–”
I stopped licking to listen, and she slapped at my neck.
“No, no, just taking a break, feeding the pigeons.”
I moved back out of her grasp, and put two fingers into her. I began to slowly circle her in interior, my fingers making the sign language symbol for “money”. Her face flushed.
“I…repeat what you said?”