Another memory that I recalled was when I was younger, two older girls used to make me and my friend do all their fetching and carrying for them, and ...sed to treat us quite roughly if we didn’t do as we were told, so this could partly explain my fixation on dominant women. However now the idea of having my ass fucked by a woman in a strap on cock was at the front of my mind, and I couldn’t find a reason for this. This fantasy to visit another dominatrix was now taking over my life. I had looked. I was already cumming just from the friction on my clit caused by his girth."That's it!" I gasped."Holy Fuck, I'm already cumming baby! More. I can take more!"Again, he pulled back so only his giant head was in my pussy and then he pushed a little deeper. He did this two more times until I had his entire cock balls deep! Once I realized I was taking his entire cock without pain I knew I was going to be able to really enjoy every inch of his huge cock. I was gasping with delight and quivering. Katie wondered how Stacey was able to retain her slim figure if she ate cream cakes but maybe it was something she did only once a week, she wondered. Stacey poured Katie a cup of tea and they each picked a cream cake. They chatted happily for a few minutes until Stacey decided to start talking about the business. "So we need to discuss your sloppiness," Stacey explained. "We need correct figures don't we?" Katie had given the subject some thought overnight. "I do agree, Stacey. I'll be doing. ” He leaned in close and whispered in her ear, “After I fuck your corpse that is.”Then he took his cock out and thrust it in her cunt in one hard motion. He was not like the others. His cock was huge which might have excited her if her pussy was not already so abused. Swollen from 3 and a half hours of constant fucking, her clit chafed and engorged, and her lips stinging and bruised from the flogger. He was fucking her harder than she had ever been fucked before. Her bonds allowed her no.