Mistress Pocahontas

The cock was sight to behold. Bruises. Welts. Burns from electricity and beeswax. Bleeding. And still hard as a rock! And there was still the finale. On Hardcore the table behind her, the irons were heating. The soldering irons. The hair straightener. A smell of burning dust in the air. Soon it would be the smell of something else burning! Steph caught the head of the cock in between her fingertips. The boy spasmed against his binds with a whimper. There was some more life left in him. She grinned. This story stands– more or less– on its own but might make more sense if you have read the previous chapters. Parts of this tits chapter get more than a little intense and contain semi non-consensual oral, anal, and vaginal sex as well as semi non-consensual female-female oral sex. But keep in mind that it is not reality... well it is, but it isn’t our reality... no, it is our reality if we are with Plato... Oh, heck with it. If you have read the previous chapters you understand. WARNING! All of my writing is intended for adults over the age of 18 ONLY. Stories may contain strong or even extreme sexual ebony content. All people and events depicted are fictional and any resemblance porn to persons living or dead is purely coincidental. Actions, situations, and responses are fictional ONLY and should not be attempted in real life. If you are under the age or 18 or do not understand the difference between fantasy and reality or if you reside in any state, province, nation, or tribal territory that prohibits the reading of acts depicted in these stories, please stop reading immediately and move to somewhere that exists in the twenty-first century. Archiving and reposting of big this story is permitted, but only if acknowledgment of copyright and statement of limitation of use is included with the article. This story is copyright (c) 2018 by The Technician. Individual readers may archive and/or print single copies of this story for personal, non-commercial use. Production of multiple copies of this story on paper, disk, or other fixed format is expressly forbidden. Loretta Hansen smiled at the monitor as she watched the last Saturday day-shift tech walk out of the building. The small green light on her console indicated that the door had locked properly after the tech left. She was now totally alone in the building... except, of course, for PLATO, the semi-sentient computer who by federal law could never be left totally alone. Normally her once-a-month weekend duty “babysitting” PLATO angered Loretta, but not this weekend. In fact, she had promised the tech that was scheduled for the overnight shift that she would cover her shift also. Pulling double shifts on weekend duties wasn’t all that unusual because there really wasn’t anything to do. She was only there because of that stupid law that said sentient or semi-sentient computers could never be left totally alone. And besides, Loretta owed the other tech a favor. Her loud gasp and continued grunting indicated that it was definitely having its intended effect on her cunt and clit. It had only been about ebony twelve hours, but she felt like a totally different person and she was doing things she would have never dreamed of, but they felt so right. As I stroked Ernest’s cock to erection, Bonnie’s eyes became saucers as she said, “Oh, my God, yes. Don't. “Good evening, this is the Governor’s office, how may I help you?” I get from the lady on the other end of the tits phone call. Scaffolding and ramps descend porn into the dark below. “Look, Jack—take a hike. I was tingling when I heard John tell the cab driver that he would give him a twenty dollar tip if he Hardcore took 45 minutes to get us home. In fact, Yuri, why don’t you and Caci go round up all of your bottles big and get them out to the trash.” "Of course, babe," Lil answered, getting down on her knees with her. Sarah didn’t say much.