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Miss Hudson sits prim in her argyle sweater and light brown skirt. He enters and sits at his desk. As the interview begins, she crosses her legs and levels her librarian look over her glasses. After a few questions, he feels compelled to tie her wrists. Her elbows are bound and her upper arms tied fast to the chair back. Her ankles are roped together crossed, so that her thighs are spread. Miss Hudson’s breasts push out. We can see up her skirt. Poor Miss Hudson. What a predicament she has found herself in.
A dental gag forces her mouth very wide. “Do you like to suck cock? Are you a cocksucker?” He grabs her tongue with forceps and checks her gag reflex. Miss Hudson’s mouth is filled with cloth and taped. Her chaste argyle sweater is ripped open, the bra yanked up. Miss Hudson’s breasts are quite the handful it appears. He pulls her nipples, shaking her loosened breasts. Miss Hudson begins a rocking motion. It appears that the prim Miss Hudson wants to get fucked. He pulls off her skirt and drapes it over her head, then ties it tight to her throat. The fabric that is wrapped about her face is drenched with water and pulled tight. As she struggles to breathe through the water-soaked cloth, he plays with her pussy.
He removes her from the chair and places her on her knees, clamping those two sumptuous handfuls, her breasts, to the edge of the interview table with C-clamps. Her flattened nipples press out. The interview recommences. “Are you a cocksucker?” he asks again, slapping her. He pricks the soft flesh of her breasts with the point of a knife.
For Miss Hudson's next adventure, she is standing, her arms bound behind her, a ligating rope tight about her neck, holding her upright. Her ankles are tied together. Ropes are wound above and below her breasts, pinioning her arms to her body. He grabs those excited, protruding nipples and pulls her off balance, choking her. Her breasts are slapped. He fondles her with abandon. When he removes her platform shoes, she weaves, high on her tiptoes. Even so, the rope throttles. Her breasts are wrapped tightly with rope, becoming two rounded balloons, ready to pop. The nipples have gone taut. He ties her breasts above her. “This will help,” he says, thinking of how she is strangling. He flicks those hardened nipples and fondles her pussy. He layers wraps of rope about her stretched neck, through her mouth, covering her eyes. A crotch rope is fed through her pussy. He yanks on it repeatedly, turning Miss Hudson on.
She sits, her wrists bound to the sides of her waist, her elbows bound together behind. One leg is folded, her shin tied tightly to her thigh. A rope is tied to her neck, then behind to her waist. Her head is pulled backward and the rope is tied through her mouth, stretching her neck in a smooth sensuous curve. How charming. Miss Hudson in rope, we discover, is quite lovely.
She has been positioned upon a metal stool. The seat is a ring of metal. Her knees are tied to the purplish bubbles that are her breasts. Her hands are bound behind. The spider gag goes in her mouth and forceps are locked upon her tongue. A string of drool begins. Scissors snip away at her underwear. You wouldn’t want to snip too close down there. Already her labia gleam. They are thin, forming about the clit like petals. A black dildo is pushed inside of her. It is shoved into her mouth until she gags. He fucks her with it then, taking a break to cane the bottoms of her feet. Her delicious cunt is drenched and glistening. As the dildo slides in and out, sloppy from her copious discharge, a vibrator hums against her petal-like flower of a pussy. She shudders when she comes. Creamy lube pours from her hole. She takes it in the ass, the vibrator still all a-hum until she begs him to stop.
Miss Hudson dances on tiptoes again, her arms bound back at wrists, elbows, and upper arms. She is held up by ropes constricting her purple-dark breasts. A ballgag fits easily into her mouth. She is lifted and settled onto a fucking machine. The mechanical cock goes in and out and in. He fingers her clit. The fucking goes faster. One at a time, her ankles are pulled outward and tied so that she settles deeper onto the mindless fuck. The vibrator grants her an extended period of arousal. After she comes, Miss Hudson wants more. Instead, the fuck is revved faster.
Her hands are trapped in clear rubber mitts, her wrists bound to those tightly ballooned breasts, the nipples jutting out. She lies on her stomach. A pole is slipped through her elbows behind her back. Each ankle is bound to the pole. She is hooked in the ass. It is tied to her hair, pulling her head back. A dildo fucks her mouth until she gags. Mr. Pogo slides into her bright pink cunt. She begs to come. Poor Miss Hudson. He refuses her. She struggles against coming until she is spent.
All and all, it seems that Miss Hudson's interview has gone rather well.
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