i put my tiny slave on my lollipop to tease till vore him
In Nina Fatal's lush, dimly lit chamber, the aura of power and desire hung heavy in the air. She surveyed her newest acquisition—a tiny, trembling slave who had been yearning for this moment since he had first set foot in her lair. As she stood before him, clad in nothing but a sheer, black body stocking that hugged her curves like a second skin, she felt an almost palpable throb of anticipation between her thighs.
With a mischievous glint in her eyes, Nina approached the slave, her stiletto-clad feet clicking against the floor. She held up a massive lollipop, its cherry-red color standing out against the black latex that covered her arms. "Taste this," she purred, extending the sugary treat towards him. The slave could only nod, his eyes wide with fear and arousal.
"Good boy," she cooed, her voice a sultry purr. She pressed the lollipop against his lips, and he opened his mouth hesitantly, allowing the sweetness to fill his senses. As he sucked greedily at the candy, savoring the taste, Nina moved closer, her warm breath tickling his neck. With a sudden burst of energy, she plunged the lollipop deep into his mouth, pushing it further down his throat than he thought possible.
Gagging and choking, the slave tried to pull away, but Nina's grip was firm. She held him in place as he struggled, her body pressing against him, the rough fabric of her outfit grinding against his smooth skin. With each desperate gulp for air, the lollipop slid deeper into his throat, pushing him closer to the edge of submission. And then, finally, it disappeared, leaving him gasping for breath and aching for more.
"That's it, baby," Nina whispered in his ear, her hot breath sending shivers down his spine. "You liked that, didn't you?" She pulled the lollipop free, revealing it sticking out from between his lips like a grotesque tongue. "Now it's time to see how much you really want this."
She guided him to a chair, its high back preventing any escape. She began to dance for him, her hips swaying hypnotically as she teased him with the lollipop. Every so often, she would dip it into her mouth, daring him to taste the sweetness once more. But each time she withdrew it, it left him wanting more, his cock straining against his restraints in anticipation.
Finally, she climbed onto the chair and straddled him, her breasts brushing against his chest. The lollipop disappeared into her mouth again, and she began to lower herself onto him, taking him deeper into her throat with every inch. The sensation was overwhelming, both painful and exquisite. As she continued, her breathing grew heavier, her nails digging into his shoulders, and he knew this was it—he was about to become a part of her.
With a final thrust, she took him all the way down, her stomach pressing against his chest, and the head of the lollipop resting against her uvula. She looked down at him, her eyes filled with triumph and desire. "Welcome to your new home," she murmured, her voice thick with satisfaction. And with that, she swallowed him whole, the lollipop disappearing into the abyss of her stomach, marking the beginning of his transformation into her most prized possession.
