Bondage Bounty Hunter – I’m Cumming for You.
Do you love a good bondage bounty hunter tale? Well, here’s one to knock your boxers off. I’m a hot little piece of ass, known by all men of crime from the lowest level to the highest for my unmatched sense of kink. It’s what gained me the moniker I have. I love the hunt, the capture, the take-down… All of it! And by hunt, I mean hunt down the most dangerous pussy and dick in the tri-state area. Capturing all the filthy nasty fucking cum there is, and the take-down? Oh, that’s the best part of all!
Of course, I am a real bondage bounty hunter. And the fact is that my favorite kink is bondage. So much the better! I hunt down the little pink pussies, asses, and those dicks! But, before taking them in, I always fuck the shit out of them! I make them confess every sin they ever committed; real or imagined. I dominate them, take them to the edge of human sanity through masturbation, and then I bring them back, never letting them eXXXplode. GOD, how they love that! Haha.
Moreover, I have all the toys known to a sexy bondage bounty hunter. Hoists and pullies, ropes, ties, gags, whips, and chains. I have the candles, the drapey gauzy goth appearance, everything you’d ever want for the pleasuring torture of others.
I Love it Rough! The Rougher, the Better.
So, if this bondage bounty hunter can’t get you squirting ass up on those pullies and chains, suspended mid-air… oh, your shit is toast! Then, I’m REALLY going in on you! I only take the cases of the baddest badasses, specifically looking to dominate my charges BEFORE turning them in to the local constabulary. So, as I mentioned, I have a penchant for suspending them in mid-air, right? I had this one guy, Chicki Roma who committed depraved acts just so he could be hunted… by me! He had been a lover of mine at one time.
This bondage bounty hunter needed to give him a little payback for his misdeeds. He got all mad because he found out about me fucking Mr. President far from the Oval Office. Big deal! It was all from me doing hot phone sex. Who could resist that? LOL. Anyway, another bounty hunter had heard he was back in town from back east. Donning my sexiest LBD (Little Black Dress), black Cuban heeled thigh-highs, and stiletto heels, then I slid behind the wheel of my black Jag convertible. I was on the prowl and everyone could smell it in the air. I was close, and so was Chicki.
My pussy twitched at the thought of having him under me again; his mouth on my pussy. Tasting the juices he chose to give up. Then, and only then would he know the full force of my wrath.
A Bondage Bounty Hunter Leaves Him Breathless.
As any good Bondage Bounty Hunter would, I found at the first place I went to, the local Bodega. He’s such a creature of habit and so predictable. His modus operandi is etched in stone! I came up behind him, tits pressed to his back and cuffed him before he could even smell my perfume. I put him into the trunk of my Jag and sped down the road towards my den of iniquity.
Chicki woke to the dulcet sounds of smooth jazz from a distant place. His happy thoughts immediately shattered when I cracked my whip against his back, his ass, balls, thighs, and his DICK if he dared twist his body the wrong way! the next morning, I dropped Chicki off to the Feds who asked not one question when they saw the condition he was in. In fact, the suits all snickered that the big bad Chicki ROma had been ridden so hard and put away SOAKING WET! And by a girl no less!
Watch out boys, my roster just got an opening! I’ll tell you how a sexy bondage bounty hunter breaks men, especially if they do me wrong. Call me. I’ll delight in telling all about my plans for retribution! Giggle.
Kisses,
Just Joey
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