Enchanting beauty with that certain something
Long black hair, piercing eyes and a flawless body with breasts as if they were painted (today we would certainly say: as if they were created by AI). She is so beautiful that you are literally glued to her red lips. A gothic slut who could hardly be more attractive.
21 years young and already so depraved, because when it comes to sex she hardly leaves anything out and has a very special preference here: bondage sex. She likes it best when her play partner ties her hands behind her back – no matter how. She wants to have to kneel down and blow with her hands tied when the man asks her to.
Being at the mercy of others is exactly her thing. Have to do what she is asked to do. Without contradiction and preferably without taboos.
Ariella Vantara, the wicked gothic slut
When it gets dark, Ariella’s time begins. She puts on her make-up, gets ready, puts on her make-up, puts on her shift. She loves black lingerie. Fishnet stockings and a tightly laced corsage that shows off her tits to their best advantage. Ariella likes to show herself off, she likes her slim body with feminine curves that are visible in all the right places. She knows exactly that she can turn the heads of pretty much any man – and does so when the opportunity presents itself. The gothic slut is not stingy with her charms. Even if it offends many women, she wants to make herself pretty. For the world of men and for herself.
Ariella Vantara loves the dark, the mysterious. She takes what she wants. Indirectly also during sex, even if she is more submissive and likes to be dominated in bed. That’s exactly what she likes. She can be tied up anywhere, even in public. So one day she had to walk through a greenhouse half naked and tied up under her coat, only to be fucked hard in a dark dungeon.
The fuck story of Ariella Vantara in the dark dungeon
Part of the nature of the nymphomaniac gothic slut is her irrepressible curiosity. Especially about sexual things. So she was quite nervous when she received a letter in the post one day: “Next Thursday, 9 pm. You’ll be at the old greenhouse then.” – No return address, no further reference. She didn’t know who this letter came from or could have come from. She went through her ex-partners, her loves and affairs, but had no one in mind who could have been the sender of these lines. She thought feverishly, but couldn’t figure it out.
Should she hand herself over to a stranger? Possibly a psychopath or a dangerous pervert? Even as she read these lines, she noticed a wetness in her panties that was neither unfamiliar nor unpleasant. It was damp. With lust. With excitement. Because she didn’t know anything, but her head was going on a rollercoaster ride of emotions in her pretty little head. She imagined what might await her there.
Thursday, 9 pm. That wasn’t far off. She didn’t know what to do. Her curiosity, combined with her increasing horniness, eroded her reservations and so she believed that she should do whatever she felt like doing. Ariella decided to confront the mysterious stranger and embark on the adventure.
She heard footsteps, but couldn’t recognize anyone in the dark
On the morning of the Thursday in question, she got into the bathtub in good time, washed herself thoroughly and removed all her body hair (apart from her scalp). She wore a Charlie Chaplin for a long time, but now she wanted to surrender herself completely hairless to the unknown master. The gothic slut put on dark make-up and a black bra, but only a bolero made of net, which flattered her arms and neck but left her upper body free. She also chose a black skirt, but it was quite short so that her stockings flashed out from underneath.
Ariella felt pretty sexy herself as a seductive gothic slut. She turned around on her own axis several times in front of the mirror. “Wow,” she said to herself. Their adventure could begin. She called a cab and asked to be taken to the old greenhouse on the outskirts of the city. It had been abandoned for years, a so-called lost place. Photo shoots often took place here during the day and in the evenings it was known as a place where single men or couples sought or practiced tingling outdoor sex. But on the Thursday in question, when it was very windy, there didn’t seem to be anyone here to indulge their urges and satisfy their cravings.
It was a little chilly, the wind brushed over her almost black hair and caressed the contours of her face. Suddenly she heard footsteps, but saw no one – and out of nowhere she felt a hand on her neck. She was startled, but didn’t dare turn around. The hand gripped her throat tightly and squeezed. Ariella’s eyes went black and she sank down.
When the little gothic slut came to, she was sitting backwards on a chair, wearing only her panties, her arms crossed behind her back and her hands tied. She also wore a completely opaque eye mask that didn’t even tell her whether it was still night or already day. Ariella’s pulse was racing and her heart was beating up to her neck. She realized how sexually arousing the situation was, because she had expected and even hoped for something similar. She was wet between her legs. The wind played around her hard nipples. The man who seemed to be standing behind her placed his warm hand on her bare shoulder and breathed a gentle kiss on her neck. A bizarre tenderness in what is currently a hopeless situation for her.
Naked and tied up, she had to walk in front of the stranger
The man touched her upper body with a riding crop. Ariella winced. He forced her to stand up and what she couldn’t see: he literally feasted his eyes on her almost naked body. Only her pubic area was covered, her firm tits and erect nipples stood like one. He indicated with the crop that she should walk in front of him. Whether left or right, he indicated with the riding crop on her buttocks. She set herself in motion and walked slowly through the greenhouse. What was the man planning to do with her? Slowly, she began to feel uneasy and wondered whether she had really made the right decision to hand herself over to him completely. Luckily, she had asked her friend, to whom she had sent her live location, to cover it.
Ariella was still wearing her high heels, so she could only feel through her shoes that they must have left the old greenhouse. There was no more wind, so she wasn’t quite sure whether they were already outside or not.
The unknown man opened a car door audibly. So they were outside after all. With the riding crop, he showed the naked gothic bitch the way directly to the passenger seat. He leaned over her and fastened her seatbelt. Why didn’t he touch her? Was he just some kind of courier to take them to their true destination? He started the car and drove off. After a seemingly endless twenty minutes, they stopped in front of a house. The man got out and held the passenger door open for Ariella. He still said nothing. She didn’t know where she was, but she got out too. He covered her naked upper body with a jacket and led her down a slope into a dark cellar. Here he leads them into an elevator.
Here he touched her for the first time, checking her cunt with his thumb, which was so wet that he could easily penetrate her cleft with two fingers. But he pulled her out again and pressed a floor button. The man himself did not get on board. When the doors closed and the elevator started moving, she couldn’t have told whether she was going up or down. She was so deprived of her senses that she didn’t dare take off her eye mask on her own.
Who was the man who would hopefully take her right away?
After a short ride, the elevator stopped and she was pulled out of the elevator cabin by her nipples again by a man. She sucked in the air sharply through her lips. He led Ariella into a room. She was sure she would have to stay here in a dungeon in the cellar even further underground and be at the sexual service of this man. She was standing in this room, he had taken her jacket – and nothing happened. The gothic slut stood there topless and was examined extensively by the man. He looked at her for a long time from the tips of her toes to the ends of her hair, letting his gaze glide over her beautiful legs, her firm bottom, her flat stomach and her large, firm breasts.
He stood behind her, breathed his warm breath against her neck, but did not touch her. Ariella was sweating with excitement, she didn’t dare move and waited for what was to come. Again she felt a whip on her body. She screamed out loud when a heavy blow hit her right buttock and left a red line on her skin. Shortly afterwards, the percussion instrument hit her other cheek, which she had expected and therefore only winced but did not scream. The man clawed her hair with one hand and forced her to her knees. He looked at her again and, unnoticed by her, opened his pants, took out his rock-hard member and held it right in front of her face. She still couldn’t see anything. However, he gently touched her lips with the tip of his penis, which she immediately opened and placed over his purple-colored, plump glans.
Did he not want to fuck this hot girl?
He didn’t feel like getting a blow job from this sexy gothic bitch. He wanted to give her a mouth fuck. So he withdrew from her admittedly very sweet mouth again. Ariella tried to grab his cock with her mouth, but he kept her at a distance by her hair. But after a short time he pushed her head onto his hard pole with all his strength and literally impaled her head with his prick. He pushed it so far down her throat that she had to gag. However, he now starts to fuck her mouth with deep thrusts. The saliva ran out of the corners of her mouth in masses and dripped onto her breasts and stomach. Again and again he impaled her, grabbed her tits roughly and pinched her steel-hard nipples.
When he let go of her, he put on a condom and placed his victim kneeling on a mattress so that she stretched her ass far upwards in doggy style. He slapped her ass cheeks with the flat of his hand and then directed his lance straight to her fuck hole. He gleefully pulled his glans through her crack a few times, which was getting wetter and wetter with lust. How much she just wanted to be fucked now!
He rubbed her clitoris with his middle finger and she went mad with lust and moaned like you only hear in porn movies. He still didn’t penetrate her, but alternately rubbed his cock between her labia and on her clitoris. He now only penetrated her wet hole with his thumb, while his middle and ring fingers continued to work on her pearl of pleasure. “Please fuck me,” she begged and whimpered, wanting to finally feel him deep inside her.
He held her loins and penetrated her pleasure grotto agonizingly slowly, barely moving and driving his pole further into her core at a very leisurely pace. She pressed her pelvis against his, wanting to feel him completely. He slowly increased the intensity until he was literally fucking her like a will-less whore. The gothic slut was given a fuck that was really something.
He fucked and screwed the gothic slut almost to exhaustion
The man had his way with Ariella, pinning her torso to the mattress with his pulsating pleasure dispenser and thrusting harder and harder. She moaned and whimpered, he continued to hammer his cock into her twitching cunt, but even after her orgasm he didn’t stop, he continued to drive his pint into her. He grabbed her tits with his hands and kneaded them while he continued to fuck her. She moaned and was fucked more and more until the moaning turned into whimpering. She had countless orgasms, but the man just wouldn’t let go of her.
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She was almost afraid that he would fuck her cunt. She was certainly already sore. She could take no more. She slid her upper body all the way onto the mattress and was now lying on her stomach. He mounted her like a bitch in heat, stuck his cock in her sore pussy again and continued fucking her.
As he approached his own climax, he pulled Ariella off the mattress onto her knees by her hair and pushed his pussy-smeared cock back into her mouth until his pulsating cock began to throb. With a huge gush, he shot his sperm right into her face and directly into her mouth cunt. Then she had to lick his penis clean.
She was totally covered in his cum, which he was still rubbing on her skin. What a horny sight! A fucked-up gothic bitch with a cum-smeared face whose make-up was now totally smeared. She looked like she felt: a freshly fucked, nymphomaniac young woman who was in desperate need of it again.
The man took the mask from her eyes and she could see that she had once again ended up with Tom. She had an affair with him, sex at irregular intervals. And once again he had managed to surprise her. Totally drained, but satisfied, she snuggled up to him.
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