Madame Whiplash. Mabel woke up the next day, with her face and breasts, still stiff and sticky from John’s semen. She had made him shoot it all over...her breasts last night, and then he had rubbed it all over her face, the cheeky boy. He deserved a good arse whipping. The thought of him laying face down on a bed, with her whipping his naked bum made her cunt juicy again. She lay naked on the bed, gently rubbing between her legs. Her mind travelled back, to when she was friends with a dominatrix. Oh and one more thing... I'm a dude.I point this out because it's usually assumed in anonymous situations that the subject being face fucked is a woman. Let me assure you. I am 100% man. And yes, I am an excellent cock sucker.Does that make me a dirty little slut? No.As a matter of fact if I heard someone call me that, I just might raise up from my cock lunch and sock him one!So wouldn't being called a cock sucker be just as degrading as being called a slut? The answer lies differently for each. Reaching up to kiss him, he can taste himself on my lips. As I crawl up the bed, he pulls me close again and I lay in his arms. He kisses me on the forehead, then on the lips before leaving a trail of kisses down my neck to my chest. He continues to kiss my chest down to my belly button. As he lowers himself down between my legs I can feel his hot breath on my skin. He playfully pulls at my public hair letting me know that he notices the change I made from having a neatly trimmed pussy. He. I turn around again and walk over to Mandy. "Well, well, well, looks like I've got me a sweet little slut whore to play with," I say as I walk around her. I see the handcuffs she has bragged about snapped around her wrists. I let my hand drift out and I slide my fingers over the smooth material of her outfit. "Dressed up all slutty for your man aren't you?"Mandy lets out a small moan through her gag and bows her head letting her hair partially cover her face. I reach out and grab her chin.