Face Swap Chatroulette - This is just me with a fat, flawless pussy.

Face Swap Chatroulette sadists can do just about anything to a slut. Cleavage, long hair, large breasts, puffy, red welted pussy…Any hole, but the clit, the most exciting hole a Dominatrix can conjure. In fact, I've had much better at it than her, since I focus on the inside of her thigh and inner thigh than on the outside. She comes alive through the invective and the suggestions. And what a mouth does, a hungry, hungry, dripping slut can tell a Master in a heartbeat. A sensual kiss gently leads to an intense embrace of body and mind – sex, love, lust, pain… The harder I try to strangle her, the weaker she becomes. So I focus my efforts on her pussy, on the outer lips, not the inner lips. So when she finally opens her mouth, I've got my tongue up her pussy, and I keep working my way up her inner thigh, until I'm standing right over her throbbing clit. She's so wet, she's finally into it. But the blood that runs through her pussy and her cunt before she allows me to enter doesn't go anywhere. The more I work inside her, the wetter she becomes, the more she changes her mind. I find that the more I stroke, the wetter she gets, the more she tells me to fuck her. There are no restrictions – no kissing concessions – no even on the inside, she takes it. She's in my thrall, but my enthusiasm squishes her dry.

My efforts are for naught; she's not into it. She comes over to me, and pushes me away. She makes a move to lie down, but leaves me to stand up. She steps into my humid room, and sets up her camera. I have drawn blood in the past, and my enthusiasm is growing. As always with my projects, the funds came from private sources – sponsorships, business deals, campaign donations. It's all well documented, and I have no financial stake in this project, just a desire to do good in my community. I'm a volunteer; volunteers give me nothing. This is my chance to make a real difference in someone else's life. I approach her, and her smile surprises me. She leads me to my bedroom, where she throws me a big, handsome hug as she prepares to slip out the door. I smile back at her, and hug her tenderly. She twists me gently, but firmly.

She leaves my arms dangling outside the door. My nipples are hard from the cool air outside, and my face feels like it is on fire as my face fills with her sweat as she walks slowly and softly down the hall to my bedroom. Once in my bed, she points to the pattern on my nightgown, saying with a grin, with a barely hidden smile, "I put those on boys, it looks so nice, doesn't it?" "Mmmm, very nice. I love it." I reply, as I drop down into a manor of my own design. It's a big bedroom, with a massive king sized four-sided bed. It's decorated in blues and yellows, and has massive direct opposing streams coming from it. There are no restraints against the bed – all the restraint is on the sides, and the tops. It seems like my fantasy, and I can't wait to share it with my Master. Picking up one of my electric vibrators, I move to her side. I kiss her and whisper, "You're my fantasy, my pretty little one. Who else would want to dress up in my garters and my leather cuffs and go out dressed like a hickory and for the amusement of others...just because they can, I don't think there are many people who would prefer to be whipped or made to do humiliating things to my body for my amusement." She responds instantly, "Master! I'll do anything you want Master, I promise to do anything for you. I just love being owned by you Sir." Asking her how she would like to pleasure me, she moans softly, "Perhaps I would like to be whipped and have my ass plugged with a dildo for others to play with. I could be a little humiliated as well as a little turned on. Perhaps giving up my position and standing in front of the two Black Daggers would be my next move...