Whore d’oeuvres

I logged into Second Life today and went for a little stroll, trying to find some new seedy areas in which to torment girls since that is sort of what I do... and I ran into this rather bored looking lady of the night.

Now those of you who know me know I don't pay for sex in Second Life.  Why anyone would is beyond me.  Anyway, I was just about to walk away from her "offer" of a good time when something caught my eye.

Well, what do you know.  Icontrol collar and implant, locked on, set to public.  It's like waving a red flag at a bull in a china shop.

I can only imagine her shock when I grabbed her leash.  Of course, she was still under the very misguided impression that I was someone named "John".

As I forced her to start with a dance for me, she began blabbering about how she needed to raise money for tuition.  Well, she wasn't going to get any money, but the least I could do was make sure she got an education.  Y'all know how important higher learning is to me.

I just love a hot coed in jean shorts.  Of course, I love them even more out of those jean shorts.

As I slowly removed her clothing, I actually felt a twinge of guilt over what I was about to do.  No, wait a minute.  That was hunger.  I forgot to eat breakfast this morning...

This girl wasn't going to go hungry though.  I made damn sure of that.

Look at how those lips caress the tip of my cock.  This bitch could have suck started a Harley at this point.

After getting me good and hard, I spun her around and had her work that tight pussy down my pole.  ((See what I did there?))

After letting her ride me for a good length of time, I pushed her onto the bed and finished by releasing my load into her from behind.  Then I left her locked like that, on the bed.

"What about my money, Mister?"  The check is in the mail, bitch.  Have a BAD day!

Notoriety

I just love being me.  It's evolved to the point I don't really need to hunt or track prey these days.  They beat a willing path to my door.

Today I'm just hanging out, relaxing at my place, and this alluring young lass messages me, inquiring about how she can go about getting a post of her own on my blog.

Well, y'all know me and granting pretty young girls their wishes.

Never one to waste time, I quickly leashed her and made sure she couldn't have second thoughts.  That's the last thing a sadistic rapist wants in his prey, regret.  No, wait...we DO want that.  I always get confused on that topic.

Of course, I am a gentleman at heart, so I began making the young lady comfortable.  It can get horrendously hot in my skybox.

Everyone knows I like a sexy ass.  Damn, do you see any asses better than this one?  As a side note, if you do see a better ass than this one, please send me a picture of it for...ummm...research purposes.

Needless to say, those panties didn't stay on much longer.  I do love a juicy ripe pussy...

We then relocated to my bed, and I proceeded to make sure my manhood was sufficiently lubricated for this girl's pussy.  Y'all know how sensitive I am to a woman's needs.

It wasn't too long after this lubrication process that I lost control.  You really can't blame me.  A hot and ready girl, a thoroughly sucked cock, bend that sexy ass over the bed, bitch.

Of course this is all preparation for throwing them onto the bed and plowing them from behind.  I love the look on their face when they realize I'm not one to discriminate on which hole I use.

Eventually I get tired from doing all the work and roll back, letting my guest's body weight take over as she rocks up and down, over and over, impaling herself.

Then a little thank you kiss to show my appreciation for giving me a hot tight pussy to cum in.  "But Mr. Trick Sir, I didn't orgasm yet..."

As if I care.  Have a BAD day, bitch.

P.S.  This girl is still searching for relief and a thick cock to get her off.  Look for MorwenDee in world and say hello.  Then summon her to you and use her like the worthless fuck toy she is.