Tamara shoved the bartender off her, his cum still dripping from her ass, her own load smeared across her stomach. She wasn’t done yet – not even close. She slid her long legs off the couch and hit the floor with a thud, then stood up, towering over him. Her massive erection was hanging heavy between her thighs, half-hard and glistening, ready for more. She wiped a streak of sweat from her forehead, her dark eyes alight with something wild. “Get up,” she said, her voice sharp and sexy. “We’re not stopping.”
He looked up at her, still breathing heavily, his dick slick and twitching. “You’re crazy,” he said, grinning, already standing up. Tamara grabbed his wrist, yanking him close, her nails digging into his skin. She kissed him hard, using all her teeth and tongue, and tasting the mess of them on his lips. He groaned into her mouth, his hands grabbing her ass and squeezing so roughly it would leave marks. She pulled back, smirking. “I’m gonna wreck you.”
She spun him around, pushing him face-first against the wall, his palms slapping the wood. She kicked his legs out, spreading him wide, and pressed her body against his back, her sex sliding between his thighs, teasing his balls. He swore, loudly and urgently, his head dropping forward. “Do it,” he growled, and Tamara didn’t wait. She spat into her hand, slicking herself up, and lined her big dick up with his tight hole. No slow build-up this time—she shoved in hard, all the way, burying herself deep.
He yelled, half in pain and half in desire, his body jerking against the wall. Tamara didn’t let up, grabbing his hips and pounding into him, her thighs slapping his ass with every thrust. Her penis stretched him wide, relentless, and she loved it—the power, the sound of him falling apart. “Take it,” she hissed, her voice rough, slamming in again and again. Her long legs were flexing, giving her the leverage to go harder, deeper, and her balls were smacking against him loud and wet.
He clawed at the wall, moaning like he couldn’t stop, his own dick swinging hard between his legs, leaking onto the floor. Tamara grabbed it, and they started having rough, fast sex. “You love this,” she said, biting his shoulder, leaving teeth marks. “Say it.” He gasped, barely managing to get the words out. “Fuck—yes—I love it.” She grinned, wild and mean, and squeezed his cock tighter, pumping him till he was shaking.
She pulled out suddenly, spun him around and shoved him to his knees. “Suck it,” she ordered, grabbing his hair and yanking his head towards her dick. It was slick with spit and sweat, throbbing in her hand. He didn’t hesitate – his mouth opened wide, taking her in, gagging as she hit the back of his throat. Tamara thrust into his face, hard and fast, her legs trembling from how good it felt. His lips wrapped around her, sloppy and wet, with spit dripping down his chin. She took charge, fucking his mouth like she owned it, groaning loudly, her free hand pinching her own nipple and twisting hard.
He grabbed her thighs, holding on tight, choking on her dick but not pulling away. Tamara looked down, loving the sight—his messy face, her dick disappearing between his lips, her long legs framing it all. “Good boy,” she purred, thrusting deeper, making him gag again. She could feel herself getting closer to the point of no return, her balls tightening up, but she wasn’t going to blow his load just yet. She yanked him off, his mouth popping free, a string of spit hanging between them.
“On your back,” she said, pointing at the couch. He crawled over, hard and red, and flopped down, legs spread. Tamara climbed on top, straddling his chest, her cock slapping his face. She rubbed it over his lips and cheeks, marking him with her scent, then slid down, lining herself up with his dick. She sank onto him, taking his thick length into her ass again, moaning loud as it filled her. Her own cock bounced heavily against his stomach, smearing cum and sweat.
She rode him hard, slamming down so hard the couch creaked, her ass swallowing him whole. He grabbed her hips, thrusting up to match her pace, their bodies slamming into each other. “Fuck me harder,” she demanded, and he did, pounding into her until she screamed, her voice raw. She grabbed her sex and moved it quickly, the slap of skin on skin loud in the room. He grabbed her boobs and squeezed them roughly, which made her go crazy and cum all over his chest, neck and face.
He lost it too, yelling as he came inside her, his dick pulsing, filling her ass again. Tamara kept going, making the most of it, her legs shaking, her breathing ragged. She collapsed on him, both of them a sweaty, cum-soaked mess, her cock pressed against his stomach, still leaking. “Told you I’d wreck you,” she panted, smirking into his neck. He laughed, weak and wrecked. “You fucking did.”
They stayed there, sticky and spent, her long legs draped over him, her heart pounding. Tamara knew she’d pushed him to his limits – and she was already thinking about the next round.
The next day.
Mistress Tamara was standing over the bartender, her long legs spread wide and her big cock jutting out like a weapon. Cum dripped from her tip, splattering the floor where he knelt, panting and wrecked from her last round. She’d had a wild ride, but now she was ready for more — she wanted worship. She’d ditched her black dress, leaving her naked and glistening, every curve and inch of her power on display. Her dark eyes burned, her smirk cruel and sexy. “You’re mine now,” she said, her voice low and mean. “Crawl.”
He obeyed, scrambling on all fours, his dick swinging hard between his legs, leaking a trail behind him. Tamara grabbed his hair, yanking his face up to her still slick with spit and her cum. “Lick it clean,” she ordered, and he did just that, tongue lapping at her shaft, slurping up the mess. She groaned, loud and dirty, thrusting into his mouth, making him choke. His lips stretched wide, spit running down his chin, and she loved it — her followers would love it too, picturing her owning him.
She pulled him off, shoving him flat on his back, and stepped over him, towering like a goddess. Her legs were flexed, muscles tight, as she squatted low, dangling her heavy balls over his face. “Suck them,” she said, and he did, mouth open, sucking one in, then the other, moaning like a slut. Tamara stroked her cock fast, with pre-cum dripping onto his chest, and her free hand slapping his face lightly but sharply. “Harder,” she said, and he sucked deeper, gagging on her, his tongue sloppy and desperate.
She got up, kicking his legs apart, and spat on his dick, watching it twitch. “Beg for it,” she said, smirking, rubbing her foot against his balls, pressing just enough to make him squirm. “Please, Mistress,” he whined, voice cracking, “fuck me again.” She laughed, a mixture of the cold and the hot, and dropped, slamming her cock into his ass with no warning. He screamed, his body jerking, but she didn’t stop—pounding him raw, her hips snapping hard, balls slapping his skin loud and wet.
Her long legs gave her power, driving her deeper, stretching him wide until he was babbling nonsense—”Yes, Mistress, fuck, please!” She grabbed his dick, jerking it roughly, twisting at the tip, making him buck under her. “Cum for me,” she hissed, slamming in so hard the couch shook, her cock throbbing inside him. He did, exploding all over himself, cum shooting up his stomach, his chest, even hitting his own face. Tamara didn’t slow down, fucking him through it, her own load building fast.
She pulled out, standing over him, and jerked her cock right above his face. “Open,” she said, and he did, mouth wide, tongue out. She came hard, ropes of thick, hot cum blasting across his lips, his cheeks, into his throat. He managed to swallow some, but the rest dripped down his neck. She rubbed her dick on his face, smearing it, marking him as hers. “Good pet,” she purred, stepping back. Her legs were trembling from the rush.
But she wasn’t done yet. She grabbed his wrists, dragged him up and bent him over the couch, his ass up high. “You’re gonna take more,” she said, spitting on her hand and slicking her cock again. She shoved into him, brutal and deep, fucking him like a machine—fast, hard, no mercy. His moans turned into sobs, his dick hard again, bouncing around as she railed him. She pinched his nipples, twisting them until he yelped, and spanked his ass red with her other hand.
“Tell my followers how good it feels,” she growled, slamming in balls-deep. He gasped, barely coherent. “Mistress Tamara—fucks me—so good—can’t take it—”She grinned, knowing they’d read this, stroking themselves, losing it to her power. She fucked him harder, the sound of skin slapping against skin filling the room, her cock pulsing, ready to blow again. She pulled out at the last second, spun him around and shoved him to his knees.
“Finish me,” she said, and he sucked her down, gagging, tears streaking his face as she thrust into his throat. Her legs were shaking, her balls were tight, and she came – cum flooding his mouth, spilling out, dripping everywhere. He choked, trying to get air, and she kept going, making sure she got every drop of him until he was a mess, wrecked and hers.
Tamara stepped back, breathing heavily, her cock dripping, her body shining with sweat. “That’s for you,” she said, imagining her followers – hard, desperate, cumming to her words. “Mistress owns you all.”
