Before staying at my masters house for the weekend I bought cheap mascara, lipstick, a blouse, skirt, and pantyhose from Kmart. I had been waiting to see him all week and I got the tram into the city to his apartment thinking about all the things he was going to do to me.

He handcuffed me to the bed and fucked my mouth and came all over my face until my makeup was unrecognizably destroyed. He rubbed me through my pantyhose until his fingers made a slippery wet patch through the coarse nylon before he ripped them in half and ate me until I was begging him to fuck me. He ripped my blouse open to squeeze my big boobs and pinch my nipples when they hung and bounced in his face as I rode him. He bent me over and whipped my ass with his heart shaped riding crop until his hot cum filled my cunt and ran down my sticky thighs. He took me to the bathroom, still handcuffed, still wearing my ripped clothes, and he carefully wiped off my makeup, he brushed my messy hair, and took me into the shower. My top went transparent in moments and clung to my breasts, he peeled the pantyhose down my legs and unhitched my skirt before he freed me from the restraints and we cuddled under the warm water. He washed me gently, his soapy hands wiped away all the sticky mess from my body, he cupped my cheek as we kissed and I squirmed with happiness in his arms.

During the next week he sent me some of the pictures he had taken from that night, I was handcuffed, smiling sweetly through lipstick smeared lips wrapped around his cock, mascara and cum running down my face, my bare breasts covered in dripping cum and saliva hanging out of my ripped blouse, cute little red heart shaped welts from his leather riding crop on my big ass between the torn remains of my pantyhose where his big dick was buried in my body, and my skirt twisted around my waist exposing the sticky mess he had made of my pink little pussy running down my thighs.

I've had more fun wearing cheap shit from Kmart than $300 lingerie sets.