Hogg-tied
Who’s the boss now Bitch?
Her side piece was ready, his hot meat sauced up and hanging out of his white pants. Per her instructions, her man had removed his jacket and shirt but left on the white hat and pants. She liked to make them dirty. She wanted to see her peach juice smeared all over him.
“On the bed!” Daisy slipped off her shirt, letting her globes bounce free. Boss clamored on the bed, watching her short short-clad ass. She attached his ties at the bottom of the bed. Secure around his cowboy boots, she moved to his hands. Cigar hanging out off his lip, he reached up and grabbed a tit.
She smacked it away. “Not yet, piggy. You haven’t earned any peaches.” She grabbed the unlit cigar and tossed it aside. “Behave, or I will tie up both hands and blindfold you. Remember what happened last time.”
Her public figure of a man was a sight in private. Trussed up like an animal, with a cock ready for breeding. He was primed and ready to be tamed by her.
Daisy bent over him, letting her tits rub over his chest. She slowly worked her way to his hot rod. Finally, she lowered her mouth, lubing up his cock. Making him shiny and wet. He kept his hands still and didn’t grab her. He didn’t want to be fully hogg-tied. Not yet.
His mistress wrapped her bouncy boobs around him tight. She moved, bringing her closer to a facial. Breathing hard, he waited for permission. He didn’t hear the sirens.
“Shit. Those boys. Gotta go.” Daisy jumped off the bed, dragged her shirt on, and ran to the bedroom door. “Wait right there. Okay, sugar?” She blew him a kiss.
The Boss watched his duke disappear. It would be a long one.
Inspired by Ryan’s story. You’re welcome!






