Stefanos' Brunch: Sunday Grope

Stefanos drags slave pistol into the middle of the brunch crowd. He runs his hands over her bare skin, squeezes whatever he wants, then orders her to crawl up on the table so everyone can see. Pistol has a name for being a first-rate fuck toy, but today she has to earn the right to be used. Head down under the table, ass up, she waits while another slave—slutty tramp—straps on a thick cock and drives it straight into her hole. Guests lean in, cheer, laugh, as tramp pounds away without mercy. Later the crowd drifts into the lounge. Alpha and omega go straight into discipline. She’s sobbing apologies before the first paddle lands. He keeps at it until her voice cracks, then shows her the taser. The shock knocks her silent. Hot little bonnie watches, then gets curious about the fucking machine upstairs. She climbs on, sets it high, and before long she’s shaking and shouting as the thing slams her into one orgasm after another. Josh and pynki take their turn with the violet wand. He runs the glowing tip over her skin, then slips the charged metal inside, making her jerk and moan. When she’s dripping he makes her lick her own mess from the wand’s warm surface. By late afternoon Mickey Mod has nerine on her knees. He feeds her every inch, wraps his belt around her neck, and holds her face tight to his groin while she gags and drools.