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Snowed In

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Babes

College Town

My friends told me that I was lucky living in a college town. I never saw it that way. I guess they figured that with all the young pretty college girls running around, I could have my pick. Actually, even though I worked at a hotel bar near campus, I never saw very many college girls. They tended to go to the bars on the strip that offered better drink specials.

I had been a bartender for about two years and made decent money. It paid my bills and left me with enough time to do school work as I finished up my graduate degree. One more year and I would be able to quit this job and find something more 9- 5 ish.

The weekend was supposed to be pretty busy as there was a couple of sporting events on campus as well as lots of high school seniors taking tours. I was asked to work Friday and Saturday night as the hotel was booked and we were hoping to have a crowd. However, these plans changed due to a major snowstorm. Most of our reservations ended up canceling as the road were quickly becoming impassable. I was beginning to think that the weekend was going to be a bust when a large group of young women came into the hotel carrying large gym bags. It turned out that the women’s basketball game had been cancelled, but the visiting team had already arrived. As they could not make it back home, they stopped to see if they could get rooms at the hotel for the night. As we had a lot of cancellations the hotel was able to secure them rooms for the night.

After getting their belongings to the rooms, the team came into to get something to eat. The bursa escort weather prevented many of our staff form getting to work, so I was called upon to help serve our new guests. As I got a closer look, I was pleasantly surprised to find that there were some stunning looking women in this group. When I went to the bar to fill their drink orders, my mind raced with thoughts about how great it could be to be snowed in at a hotel with 15 beautiful, athletic women. Yeah right, whom was I kidding? They probably wouldn’t give me the time of day, let alone invite me back to their rooms.

After a leisurely meal, I was cleaning up the bar area when two of the girls came up to the bar. We started talking casually when one asked me what there was to do in this hotel for fun. I mentioned the pool and game room, but it became clear that they were looking for something more. As I was closing down soon, I mentioned that I had access to the coolers and could meet them in their room when I closed with some drinks. They thought this was a great idea. They told me their room number as they left the bar. I still could not believe that anything was going and figured that they just were looking to score some beer. I was wrong.

I wheeled a cart full of ice-cold beer bottles to their room around 10:00. The door swung open and I was cheerfully ushered inside. When I got inside, I found several girls lying on one of the beds watching a porno movie on the TV. Four other girls were playing cards. I sat down at the card game after everyone got a beer. All of the girls were wearing bursa escort bayan shorts and t-shirts, as they hadn’t packed to spend the night. After we had each downed one beer and were starting on another, everyone turned to watch the movie on the TV. The girls were talking about whether or not the girl on the screen was faking it or if she was truly enjoying the pounding she was taking from the stud. This led to a discussion from most of the girls about sex, faking orgasms, and fantasies. I was quietly listening to the conversation and trying not to show my arousal when I was asked what I thought. I told them that I thought that if the guy was good, then the women wouldn’t have to fake it. They asked me about fantasies and without thinking I blurted out that being in a room with a bunch of beautiful women was great.

One of the girls came toward me and asked me if I wanted to fuck her. Before I could answer she had stripped off her t-shirt and exposed her breasts. She grabbed my head and brought my face to her chest. I quickly sucked at her nipples. The room was then filled with the sounds of clothes being stripped off and I found myself surrounded by naked women. The sounds from the TV continued to inspire us as I kissed licked and sucked at every breast and nipple I could reach. Soon, I felt hands removing my clothes and soon felt a pair of lips sliding up and down my cock.

Shorts quickly found their way to the floor as a mini orgy broke out on the two beds. I was laid down in the middle of one bed surrounded by bursa merkez escort naked horny women. I did my best to not leave anyone out as I grabbed at as much flesh as I could. The mouth at my cock was quickly replaced by a hot wet pussy as one girl slid down my hardness. Another girl sat on my face so that I could tongue her pussy. I didn’t have time to think about how great this was as I felt hands and lips all over my body. The girls switched positions and a new girl rode my cock as got to tongue a very wet shaved pussy.

After licking one girl to orgasm, she slid off my face and I could see the other bed for the first time. On it, two girls were in a 69 position eating each other’s pussy. The sights and sounds quickly helped me to the edge and I moaned out that I was cumming. The girl on my cock quickly got off and she and another girl started licking my cock clean. I came all over their faces as they shared my cock back and forth. Another pussy soon covered my face as I felt those two tongues working on my cock. I don’t think I ever lost my hard on and then I felt another tight pussy slowly engulf my cock. This went on for hours and was the most intensely pleasurable experience of my life.

I don’t remember when we finished fucking that night, but when we woke up naked and tangled on the bed, I knew I had not been dreaming. I’m not sure if I had actually fucked each of the girls, but I doubt if I could have gotten hard again if I had wanted to. I quietly made my way around the room trying to find my clothes. As I looked over the two beds full of naked women, I wished that I had a camera so that I could have evidence of this. I knew that the mental picture would be forever etched into my brain. I decided to take one of their girls t-shirts as a souvenir. Every time I see that shirt in my drawer, I smile and remember the greatest night in my life.

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The Greatest Game

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Asian

I absolutely adore playing shopping games. I feel like that should be said at the start of an AA style meeting. Hi, I’m Lotus, people call the the Fetish Goddess, and I have a cash kink. Money and shopping are fun. Taking it from someone turns me on. Manipulating men into shopping for me turns me on. Men convincing themselves that they need to give me all their money because they don’t really deserve it makes me tingly, I feel drunk and predatory at the same time.

Once upon a time I felt extremely conflicted about what I’ve come to embrace as my full blown cash fetish. I believe that financial kinks are the most misunderstood of kinks, because the women who fake the kink don’t even have to have half a clue about what makes this sexy in order to try to rake in some cash. In no other fetish are there as many fakes or flakes. They tend to come and go, but I’ve been breaking boys and creating addicts for years.

In normal circles I’m considered attractive, but not supermodel. I look like I could have modeled for most of Namio Harukawa’s artwork- I’m curvy with muscles underneath, my strength softened by wide hips and big tits. My hip length mahogany hair is usually up in an elaborate bun, but when I let it down it cascades in waves. I wear glasses that are more accessory than necessity, and my pale pink skin is dotted with freckles. Men stare at my feet every time I wear flip flops, even those that don’t have a foot fetish. I enjoy the power my beauty gives me over men and I take full advantage of my charm. I rarely go out without makeup and a perfect manicure on my fingers. I am utterly feminine and I enjoy every moment of it.

In short, I look something like a mix between a slightly evil librarian and a slightly inappropriate office manager. Skirts a tad too short, heels a touch too high, too much cleavage but not enough to be risque. My eyes tend to be arresting, the force of my personality seems to shine though no matter what I do, but honestly I wouldn’t be out of place at a PTA meeting or a nightclub. I hardly look like a lunch-money-stealing pervert who gets off on forcing men to buy me shiny things, but I am.

Why is money so sexy? Money is power. It’s one way in our society that men still hold escort bayan considerably more power than women, just look at the wage gap, the dearth of female billionaires, the incredible lack of high power female executives. I like taking that power from men, I adore it when men want to give it to me.

Money is real. There are a thousand dorks online who claim that they will do anything, sacrifice anything, to please a woman like me. There’s ten thousand ways to fake most of that. There is no way to fake cash. If you give it to me, there’s less for you. People have a limited amount of it, they want it. They slave for their money, and in giving it to me they are slaving for me.

Money is sacrifice. If some sweet slave gives me a thousand dollars to please me, he’s giving up whatever else he could have spent that cash on. Knowing that shoes, a pedicure, a cute dress, and a few fun nights out for me equal tightening the budget for a man is delicious. Sacrifice does it for me in a very big way.

Money is life energy. Each dollar a man earns represents a certain amount of time in his life that he’s devoted, that he will never get back. It’s a quick and easy way someone can give me hours and hours of his life, a true devotion.

I guess I just love how money is real power, and I adore taking power from men in ways that actually effect their lives. Sacrifice is an amazingly huge turn on for me, and knowing that someone is so dedicated to my whims and desires that they are willing to go without things they need is seriously delicious. If they could bottle that flavor it would be the most amazing candy in the world.

Too many people think of power exchange as something that only covers certain types of power, especially when it comes to men submitting to women. With bondage women can control someone physically larger. I’ve never been content just taking physical submission from one of my toys. I want to turn them into puppets, bent on pleasing me and easy to manipulate with the tiniest flicker of my finger.

I am not content to own men’s bodies, that’s the simplest thing in the world for a beautiful woman. I want every part of them- mind, soul, heart, and most of all, wallet, completely bursa vip escort devoted to me. Money is power. I want men to give me their power.

Poor John had originally come into my web because he had a mild interest in hypnosis. Over a few months I’d warped his mind to better suit my own perversions. His cock belongs to me completely, he can no longer get hard without thinking of me. He has so many triggers put into his brain that I can make him dance any time I want. His desire to serve and please me has taken over parts of his brain. His sense of self interest is eroding, more and more he’s obsessed with pleasing me. I love molding his mind like this, John’s carefully implanted neuroses are a fucking work of art at this point. I tend his mind like a garden, and the bounty of his derangements are a never ending supply of boxes from Amazon.com heading strait to my PO box.

I could hear him breathing heavily over the telephone. His webcam was pointing at his desk, his hands…I just wanted to make sure he wasn’t stroking without permission. We were about to start another round of the Greatest Game, and I know he barely lasted through the last round. I love a man who almost comes in his pants by using a credit card.

“Are you ready?” I giggled. I love this game.

“Yes. Please. Let me do it.” His voice was hoarse with longing, with need. I purred knowing that I’d caused that.

“Alright, same rules apply this time as last time. You try to buy items off my Amazon wish list faster than I can add them. If you win this round, you get to touch, but not come.”

“Please. I need it so badly.” His head was spinning, three parts alcohol, one part post hypnotic triggers. “I need to see your feet in these shoes. Please, Goddess, let me buy them for you.”

I laughed some more. “Allright, then, my darling pet- the list is at 560 items. begin!”

I can’t help but laugh when I’m really enjoying myself. For years I thought that I needed to be stern, stoic, and completely in control to be truly dominant, and my constant giggling was almost embarrassing. One day I had a glorious realization- that part of why my boys need me as intensely as they do is bursa elit escort not because my emotional control is perfect, but because the clarity and intensity of my emotions draws them like moths. My joy burns like the light from the sun, my lust is all consuming, and every one of my emotions rings pure like note from a bell. There is never any need to guess what I am feeling or play games trying to uncover what would please me.

I’ve fucked poor John’s head up in enough hypnotic trances that he craves my laughter like most junkies crave drugs. He’d started out normal enough, but at this point he would do any humiliating, degrading, dirty thing I asked just for the chance to hear me laugh. I knew that he was quivering with pleasure listening to me shop. He was clicking and buying things as fast and hard as he could, my laughter distracting him enough that he paused and moaned.

I’m no slouch at clicking myself, and I love shoe shopping. With a few keystrokes I was adding amazing shoes to my list- I was on a roll of finding gorgeous red stilettos in my size when my poor puppet started to whimper. He was having such a hard time not jizzing his pants, without touching himself at all. Of course I found this hilarious. The timer I had set went off, it’s beeping clearly heard over the phone.

“Looks like this round is over! What are we at?”

“I… the list is at 530, Goddess. I…I think I won.”

It’s a high, the greatest high. My head is buzzing, my lust and greed completely turned on. I’m having fun, his agony is my pleasure, and I want more. MORE! Any game where my puppets feel like they have won at buying me so many pairs of shoes is a great game.

“Why yes, you have won this round. You can touch yourself. But you know what would make me deliciously amused, darling?” I laughed over the phone again.

“Please… please tell me Goddess!”

“Give it up this round. Don’t touch yourself. You can, you have my permission, but it would please me greatly if you denied yourself, just for my pleasure… even after all this hard work.” I giggled.

His breathing was ragged, he moaned in agony, and his fingers trembled… but he didn’t touch. I could hear the soft sounds of him trying not to weep with frustration. I was breathing faster, his pain so delicious, his sacrifices and cash sooooo good.

“Ready for the next round, my dear?”

“Please, yes, Goddess. Please. I need… I need to.”

I set the timer again. It was going to be a lovely, long night.

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Doggy Style

This is the first part of a previously published second part. Either can be read alone but they make more sense if read together. Comments are welcome.

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Author’s notes. The story is from a 70’s British girl’s’ point of view. Snog = make out session without sex. Shag = sex. Chuffed = happy.

*****

Let me just say right up front that I am not in the habit of having multiple lovers. Especially not one after another after another in some wanton frenzy of lust. My guy and I may be very sexually active and not afraid to try new things but we are young and in love (not just in lust) and very committed to each other.

There had been some times where we’ve been intimate while on a double-date and the other couple was nearby, if not exactly in view. We didn’t always have a private place to snog or shag so we took what we could get whenever we could. And what I’m about to share with you was one of those situations.

Mick wasn’t my first boyfriend or even my first lover but once we met I understood the difference between teenage infatuation and being deeply in love.

Luckily, Mick was the same way with me. While previous lovers had sometimes got me to climax, with Mick it was a constant event as he played my body like a well-tuned instrument. His rewards were my multiple climaxes as my cunt would try to eat him whole and very loud moans of pleasure. Not that he complained at all, as once he got me through my first climax he had a wild ride to enjoy. I would completely blank out the world and focus only on what we did together. His back bore testimony to my passions with several healing scratches.

We’d known each other for some time before we started dating as we belonged to the same theater club. I’d joined while still in school and continued after graduating along with several others. Mick had done the same but joined the Army out of school and returned to theater when he was stationed back in the area.

The theater group was an odd lot who had attended one of three local schools. School drama clubs tend to be very conservative so as not to offend the parents but this group did what was considered “experimental” theater. We did street theater and did some of the edgier plays, especially as we all reached maturity.

Even in this group we had our cliques and I certainly belonged to one.

There were five of us girls who chummed around almost all the time. When one of us had a new boyfriend he was sort of absorbed into the group and expected to go along with whatever we were doing. Most of the lads we dated were from the theater group so after a few years together any one of us could look around the room and see several old boyfriends with new girlfriends. It wasn’t unusual for us to pass a boyfriend along after we’d satisfied our mutual curiosity.

Katherine (Katy) and I had even done this once on a double-date. Started the evening with one and finished with the other. The boys didn’t seem to mind either as they each had a chance for a polite snog with both of us during the evening.

Me? Oh, I’m Claire. Not to be confused with the other Clare as we don’t look much alike. I’m about 5’6” and slender with smallish breasts. Light brown eyes that match my brunette hair and lots of freckles. Clare is shorter at 5’4′ and an ash-blonde with blue eyes and much larger breasts. Katy is our red-head with freckles and clear white skin that almost glows in the moonlight. She and I have similar builds but she got more in the boobs while I have a tighter set of buns. Gwen is our Welsh lass who has a wonderful lilt to her speech and swears in Welsh when she gets excited. She has a classic hourglass figure with wide hips and heavy breasts. The last member of our pack is Glenda who is much taller at 5’10”. She has long blonde hair, green eyes, and long legs. She also has firm breasts so she rarely wears a bra even when we were in school.

As I said, we were an odd group but one thing we’d had during our awkward teenage years was a lot of support and security as we explored all the wonderful hormone things together. We partied together so we had seen quite a bit of nakedness and intimate behavior in darkened rooms as music throbbed in the background. All us girls played sports we so managed to stay fit even as we left school and started our adult lives.

Mick came back to the theater by dating Katy who was really chuffed by finding him again. She confided to me she’d lusted after him while they were in school but hadn’t been able to get his attention back then. After a few weeks of bumping belly buttons they had amiably stopped dating as a couple although he continued running around with our little clique.

I’d been dating David for some time when Mick showed back up but we’d just reached the same point ourselves. David was still fairly new to the theater group as I’d found him at a dance. Once he realized how we handled casual boyfriends, he asked if it would be okay for him to ask Katy out. Since görükle escort she was intrigued it worked out fine for me, too. He’d been a really good lover and I knew Katy had heard me with him more than once.

Mick asked if this meant he was allowed to ask me as well. Katy gave me a knowing wink and smirk as I accepted. Oddly enough, he and I never really had much to do with each other while we were in school. Even when he’d dated one of my clique we’d never been in close proximity so he was mostly a mystery to me. Not to say I didn’t know something about him as we girls always shared stories about the various guys (and rated their sexual performances). But he’d really matured while serving and I found him a lot more interesting as an adult. The training had him really fit and he exuded a new confidence.

So we went dancing one weekend and I found he had some great moves and could keep up with me. This was the disco era and he knew some routines – even some I hadn’t learned yet. As we chatted he had me laughing as he told stories about where he had lived and he listened carefully to what I shared back.

As the evening wore on I found his personal aroma intoxicating. Unlike some guys who start stinking as they sweat, he just smelled better and better. I happily snuggled closer during the slow dances and enjoyed the sensations he was creating in my body. When he asked me if I would share a room with him that night I was happy to say yes.

Well, he blew my mind and I’m surprised we weren’t interrupted and asked to leave because of all the noise I was making. Even now I shiver when I think about our first night together – at least what I can remember of it. He had me in positions I didn’t know you could use and seemed determined to find out if I had a limit to orgasms.

I have a memory of leaning out the open window and grunting into the night as cold rain fell on me while he fucked me hard from behind. Every time I climaxed he would change positions and start me all over again.

But that is another story.

This story happens several months later when we all got invitations to attend a Mid-summer party hosted by Gwen at her parents place in the country. This wasn’t the first time we’d partied out there and the great thing about it was it was a vacation place, not a regular house. There were large rooms with cushions and futons, plus several smaller bedrooms. It was private enough we could be generally noisy although Gwen’s parents would always let the local police know we had permission to be there. There was a private wood and small meadow where most of our partying happened (weather permitting).

About 25 – 30 of the theater group were able to make the trip including all my girlfriends. Katy was still with David, Gwen was with Stuart, Glenda had settled down with Thomas (Tom), and Clare with Zachary (Zack).

When we arrived, we found that two of the smaller rooms had been filled with furniture so the five of us claimed a room to share that had some hard backed chairs. We moved them into dividers and created some illusion of privacy although it was obvious that everyone would hear the others if not see them as well. We giggled as we sorted out the “sleeping” arrangements knowing that privacy wasn’t high on the agenda at Mid-summer anyway.

We’re not pagans but over the years we’ve done our share of moonlit dancing around bonfires. We usually wear some loose dresses and go barefoot with our hair unbound but one year found us all naked by the end of the evening. The lads were equally naked and watching all their cocks bouncing around was loads of fun. That was the year I got tied naked over the big oak tree limb by Zack (but that’s another story too).

Yes, I’d been intimate with Zack and snogged a bit with Tom when we dated but we were friends more than lovers. Stuart and I had only ever exchanged mistletoe kisses and such but I’d seen him naked and snogging with Katy back when they dated. As I said, odd group but we were all friends and friendly with each other.

As the day turned to evening we made sure there was enough firewood for the bonfire, enough various drinks to keep us buzzing gently, and enough food to keep us grounded. Gwen had managed to score some hash so we knew there would be munchies later to satisfy. We’re not dope fiends either – but a little smoke between friends was quite acceptable at our parties.

The evening was balmy as the shadows lengthened over the grounds around us. You could hear the early owls hunting the hedgerows as the world quieted. Mid-summer is always magical to me, even when it decides to pour down all day. Somehow we always find enough time to bonfire and dance in between showers. One year it rained so hard the meadow was almost a swamp and we finished the night covered in mud.

We changed into our festival clothes – peasant skirts and muslin tops – no bras of course, and at least two of us had decided to forego panties this year. My görükle escort bayan skirt was a simple wrap-around that tucked on one side. It would expose my leg up my thigh if I took long steps. My top had a deep neckline with a string to close and tie it off that I left completely loose. If I bent forward you’d see all the way down my front and both pieces were transparent with light behind them.

I had no delusions about where I expected this night to go. I wanted Mick to ravish me for several hours starting sometime this evening. I was looking forward to it with anticipation that had me teasingly moist. Katy was in the same condition and I could tell most of the other girls had similar intentions with their boyfriends tonight. Mick and a few of the others had decided on linen shirts with kilts for the evening.

There were a dozen girls for our first circle dance as the boys clapped us through the steps. I could feel the heat of the bonfire behind me as I twirled my way around the circle. My hem and top floated out in soft swirls showing more and less skin to our appreciative audience. I wasn’t the only one in light clothing. It was warm enough a couple of girls were in halter tops and skirts. We danced and teased our way around the bonfire as the music pulled our feet along.

The boys were out next in some jig that proved they had tasted the spirits already this evening. I privately hoped they didn’t over indulge to point of being impotent for their dates. Mick and Zack showed the others some complicated steps Mick claimed to have learned from a Scot. There was a lot of laughing involved and someone decided a forfeit was due.

More mead was brought out and we celebrated either winning or losing – it didn’t really make much difference.

Gwen started a bowl of hash around our little group and I inhaled a smooth dark smoke when it was my turn. I watched some of the couples dancing to the music from a portable unit and could hear laughter all around us. It was nice, mellow group of friends who seemed very relaxed.

Mick claimed me for a dance and we wove our bodies together whenever the steps called for closer contact. It felt like I was floating at times as the light breezes teased my increasingly hot body. Mick wasn’t shy about caressing me either through my clothes or sliding inside to squeeze a breast or cheek. As the night wore on my skirt parted higher and higher on my thigh as we danced to the tunes.

When dances moved us to other partners the caresses would often continue.

David held me at some polite distance until I brazenly moved against him and guided his hand to my bare breast.

I smiled and let him taste my lips knowing that Katy would reap the rewards of my arousal. I dropped a hand to his cock and felt the sturdy flesh that had pleasured me so well in the past. With a teasing squeeze I danced away to another partner and watched Gwen take my place in his arms. He smiled as we danced away.

The night progressed as we took our breaks to catch our breath. Whenever I sat on Mick’s lap I would lean against his naked chest and inhale his scent. He had removed his shirt at some point or someone had removed it for him. Knowing these girls, I suspected the latter. His hands would wander across my naked flesh raising shivers that raced through my body and kept me wet.

Close to midnight and couples have disappeared into the darkness of the surrounding trees. The odd sound or movement betrayed their activities as the group around the bonfire declines in numbers.

One couple (Jeff and Deborah) are fucking beside the fire oblivious to the party around them. I see Gwen kneel down to offer them a pipe and holds it as they take turns inhaling the smoke. Deborah smiles and reaches up to kiss Gwen as Jeff plows his cock into her cunt. Gwen caresses a breast of the girl below her and moves away with a smile.

Mick’s hand was under my top caressing my nipple as we chat with our friends. I’m having a hard time concentrating on anything but the sensations he is creating and drop my hand to his thigh below the kilt. Sliding up I find his cock hard and wet as I hold him gently in my hand. I start to stroke him determined to make him lose the thread of the conversation.

Looking down I can see his caresses have my breasts exposed although the only ones looking are those who have seen them before. My nipples are hardening to the night air and his touch as Clare laughs softly at my predicament.

I whisper in his ear, “Are you ready to fuck me senseless, my love?”

Licking his earlobe I growl my desires to him. I stick my tongue out at Clare as we rise together and walk towards our room. We aren’t the only lovers seeking a firm place.

I can just see Susan on her knees in the shadows before her boyfriend sucking eagerly – his eyes have rolled back and he’s leaned against a wall as she works her magic on him. She smiles around his cock and winks at me. escort görükle I smile back and waggle my tongue at her. Further in the darkness I can hear a girl grunting in rhythm but they are hidden from view.

I want my mattress – I want my man driving me senseless as he caresses me to orgasm over and over again.

In our dark room I can hear Glenda and Tom moving together as we walk past to the end of the room. There’s a hint of moonlight spilling across our covers as a late evening cloud obscures the sky. Everything darkens as I turn to Mick.

His eyes are glowing as I cross my arms and lift my top over my head. I drop it to one side and reach for the tuck in my skirt. It falls free and my own scent reaches out from my aroused cunt. Mick pulls at the tuck of his kilt and it follows my clothes to the floor. His cock juts out proud and strong as he devours me with his eyes. I sink to my knees before him and smile with my hands on my spread thighs.

It’s an invitation. I’m inviting him to do what he wants with me. Anything but leave me alone. I think I would crawl after him begging for his touch if he turned away now. My breasts move as I breathe deeply, preparing myself for the physical exertions to follow.

With a smile, Mick steps forward and guides his cock between my lips. His salty head slides across my tongue as he bumps towards my throat. I swallow, inviting his cock deeper and hum my pleasure at this exploration. He pulls back and begins a gentle slow motion that teases my mouth and tongue with his hot manhood. His hands reach out to hold my head as he pleasures us both with his cock.

I’m lost as my cunt swells and leaks my arousal. He continues for several minutes as I taste his pre-cum. I move my hands to his thighs and reach up to caress his balls. I hold them gently as we move together and enjoy the feel of his cock firming in my mouth.

He kneels down in front of me and we move into a close embrace. I feel his cock pressed between us almost scorching me with its heat. My breasts are hot against him and my body shivers from his touch. His hands caress my backside as he pulls us closer together. He leans us over so I am on my back and I know what’s coming. He kisses his way from my ear down my throat and across my right breast. He nibbles at it as his hand keeps my left breast warm.

His kisses descend across my stomach and my legs rise to open of their own accord. His body slides down until his shoulders are against the back of my thighs and his hands pull my hips closer to his mouth. I feel the hot breath as he savors what he finds at the junction of my thighs.

His first lick at my nether lips pulls a gasp from my mouth and my hips thrust forward for more. He takes his time as the tongue explores my folds, opening my hot cunt for his pleasure. I feel him firm and strong sucking at what he finds. My cunt floods his face with every minute he arouses me. His teeth nibble and pull at sensitive flesh for what seems like hours. I float on intense sensations as my body peaks for the first time this night and my thighs clamp hard around his head. I know I’ve yelled my pleasure as well but don’t care who heard.

Gasping for air I hear other lovers moaning not far away. Katy is moaning and crying, “Fuck me, David. Fuck me … fuck me!” I didn’t even hear them come in.

I can hear Tom moaning his pleasure as Glenda slurps his cock. She’ll have a mouthful with what he carries between his legs. He wasn’t as long as some but was thicker than many.

Gwen and Stuart are giggling on their mattress. I look over in time to see her silhouette sit astride him before she pulls a cover over her back. Soft kissing sounds replace their giggles.

Clare and Zach stumble in the door and make their way to a pallet on the other side of some chairs. They sound drunker than the rest of us with lots of giggles and shushing sounds to each other. That means we have a full room as we’re all here now. The room darkens as more clouds cover the moon and skies.

I’m down off my climax but Mick hasn’t been idle while I recovered. He pulls me up into his lap while he sits cross-legged and my legs go around his back. His cock rises between us as he leans forward to offer me a kiss. I taste myself on his mouth and lick the sweet juices from his chin as his hands continue to torture my breasts. He moves slightly and I feel his cock bump at my cunt lips. I cooperate and feel him sink into me as I settle down on his lap. I’m so wet and ready I have no problem taking his generous cock.

I should mention that he is well endowed. His cock is a healthy eight inches and very thick with a twist to the left. It took me a little while to get used to him the first night but my cunt is happy to feel this full as he is a tender lover.

His hands lift me up and drop me further down his cock several times eliciting gasps from me as I feel progressively fuller. As he bottoms out in me I moan my pleasure and lean against him with my arms over his shoulders. My body shudders as he now lifts me almost all the way off his cock and lets my body weight stroke him back inside me. I start mewling as this sweet torture continues. I love the feeling of his hands on my ass as he controls the speed of our bodies.

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Since last summer, I don’t look at hikers in the same way any more. I wonder what’s underneath all that outerwear.

A friend I hadn’t seen in years called up to say she was planning to walk a section of the …… Way, near where I live, and she wondered if she could stay over the night before. I said I’d do a bit of the walk with her.

When she arrived, we were soon as easy as if we’d last seen each other 20 minutes ago rather than 20 years back. But she did take me aback a little now and then. She always did like to talk about her sex life and she’d added a lot of experience to the considerable amount she already had when I last saw her. She was just starting her third rather interesting marriage. I was just coming out of my first rather dull one. I felt a bit old-fashioned, listening to her talk about how she trapped her men with crotchless panties and blow jobs and so on. But all the sex talk did put a bit of electricity in the air when we started on the wine in the evening, sat on either side of my small kitchen table and sparkling at each other. I was suddenly aware of her as a body and I hadn’t had one to touch for some time. And I realised, which I never had before, that her relationship with me was a slightly flirtatious one. She told me a couple of times I wouldn’t be single for long, with my eyes and tits.

There was a literally “steamy” moment before we went to bed. She went for a bath but she’d been ages and I needed my toothbrush. I knocked and got no answer and I was just a bit worried, so I pushed the door open slowly and went in when there was no protest. She was lying in the bath, with an iPod in the soap rack, her headphones in her ears and her eyes closed. Her big breasts were above the water. And just below the surface, I could see her fingers diddling in the rosy cleft of her shaven pussy. I got my bursa escort bayan toothbrush and turned to go but she opened her eyes and caught mine at the last minute. She winked. I smiled. I went to bed.

You’ll be expecting me to tell you about the door creaking open in the night. And if it had, who knows? But it didn’t.

The morning had a fine drizzle on it and we dressed up in our breathable waterproofs before we drove up to the hills. You know what those garments are like for zips and hidden pockets but hers seemed to have twice the usual ration. She said her new man had paid for her to have them custom-made, so even all togged up, you could see her curves.

As we walked, she pulled a beautiful little pair of binoculars from one of her pockets, and gave them to me to try. They were tremendous. You could look at flowers from a hundred yards away and more or less smell them.

We were soon warm from the walking. And we got hotter as the conversation picked up where it had left off.

She told me about learning oral sex with her first husband and anal with the second. The third was into toys, she told me, with relish. Before she came away, they had been out to buy a new vibrator for her overnight bag. She unzipped another pocket and pulled it out to show me – a thick silver bullet. I laughed and asked why she was taking it on a walk.

“You never know when you might want a good frigging,” she said. I enjoyed her potty mouth.

I asked why she took her husband with her to buy it.

“Well, he’ll want to watch me use it, so he wants to help me choose it,” she said, matter-of-factly.

I’d never done that for anyone. But thinking about it gave me a bit of a tingle.

“Do you think I’m awful?” she asked. I said not at all – I admired her for doing what she needed to do to keep bursa anal yapan escort her sex life alive.

“You should try it,” she said. “A bit of exhibitionism is good for you. Makes you realise what you’ve still got to offer.”

We got to a flat rock known as The Couch, where we planned to have a picnic brunch before I turned back and she walked on. She was meeting up with some more friends a bit further on.

By this time, the sun was out. She took off her jacket and undid a couple of those hidden zips so the legs of her trousers fell away and she was left wearing just a brief pair of shorts which showed off her brown legs. She stretched out on the rock to sunbathe while I unpacked the picnic.

I said I was going for a pee and I climbed to a place where I could get behind some trees and see up and down the path to make sure nobody was coming. I still had the beautiful little binoculars with me. Then I thought I saw a sparrowhawk and I called down to Janice to say I was just going up the hill a bit to get a closer look at a bird.

“Is there anybody coming?” she called back. And I said: “Nobody for miles.”

I saw her pull off her shirt and step out of her shorts and get back on the rock wearing just bra and pants. I couldn’t believe the knickers she had on under her rain gear – orange skimpies, with ties at the sides.

I lost track of the bird. But before I walked back, I sat in a shady spot and trained the binoculars on Janice. I only wanted to get a closer look at those startling knickers. But I suddenly realised she had them pushed aside so she could slide the little silver toy in and out. As I watched, she pulled open one of the ties and pulled the fabric aside so, with the binos, I could clearly see her parting her own petals with the silver bursa rus escort toy and pushing it back in, up to the hilt.

I didn’t think she could see me, hidden in the shade under my tree, but I knew she wanted to think I was watching. I wanted to step out and drop my own pants and let her see me fingering my own bushy pussy until we both came, watching each other but half a mile apart. But I was too shy. I kept touching myself, though, and I kept watching. I found myself whispering words which I must have picked up from my small acquaintance with porno … “That’s it, honey. Shove it in hard and let me watch your sweet juices squirt.”

She raised herself up and was looking in my direction as she did just that. Then she took the toy and sucked it clean, still holding my hidden gaze. I guess she could see the glint off the binos.

She got down off the rock and sauntered over to her clothes and put her shirt and shorts back on with her back to me. I scrambled back over the crest of the hill, just above where I’d been sitting, and called out before I reappeared …

“Ready for lunch when you are, sweetheart.”

She was flushed and bright-eyed as we ate and she kept touching my hands as she passed me food and drink. And when it was time to say goodbye, she kissed me more wetly than I would normally like. I thought I could taste a little bit of pussy juice.

“Shall we do it again?” she whispered, hugging me tight. And I nodded my head on her shoulder and said: “I’d love to.”

A week later, I got a parcel. In it, was a thick silver bullet. And a card saying: “Enjoy. And you know where to call if you want somebody to watch. My turn, I think!”

I sent her a card saying Thanks – and thanks for the offer (with two big XXs). And so far, that’s the end of the story. I’ve got myself a man now. But the toy is still waiting to be used. And I think that’s because I am waiting for the right audience – and the right stage. I have in mind a hot rock, in the sun, after a brisk walk.

So next time you pass a couple of mature ladies all trussed up in Goretex, smile nicely. You never know what is happening underneath.

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Roger paused at the mantle and picked up the picture of Susan and Janine. It had been about two months since Susan had left. Not that he was sorry that she was gone, but Roger worried how Janine was taking it. Having her mother take off without a word of explanation was sure to fuck with her psyche sooner or later.

He had met Susan a little over a year ago. In the beginning, things had looked promising. At his insistence, he had her move her things into his place, unaware that when she would show up at the doorstep, her daughter would be in tow. Besides being surprised that Susan had a daughter, he was somewhat taken aback at the differences between them. Susan had been a looker – curvy in all the places a woman should be curvy – and she had known it too. Janine had looked nothing like her mother when he first saw her. She was thin and gawky. Where Susan had been loud and boisterous, Janine had been quiet and subdued. Susan had worn outrageously sexy outfits in bold bright colors. Janine preferred quiet clothes that blended in with the background. Roger figured it was a phase for Janine as she was still a teenager and probably suffering from typical shyness and insecurity most teens live through.

Even before a year had passed, both Susan and Roger had tired of the relationship. Susan’s infatuation with authority had been shallow and she quickly veered from any guidance or correction Roger could give her. And although the first few months of having Susan living with him had been filled with sheer sexual compliance, Roger had grown weary of Susan’s defiantly insolent side and his continual attempt to control it had become tedious rather than exciting. To make matters worse, Roger found Susan’s extracurricular activities of abusing their fidelity and their credit cards had pretty much left him cold.

When she had finally packed a bag and yelled at Roger over her shoulder to keep the brat, he had been neither surprised nor sorry. Sharp tongued, malicious, and dishonest were not the characteristics he valued in a woman. He was better of without her so he didn’t complain, even when she left behind Janine.

Not that Janine was a burden. Hardly. He stroked the picture of Janine tenderly. She had filled out in the last year. Although she was still slender, she had gained a few curves. A mere shadow of her mother’s, but still nicely formed. And the gawkiness was almost gone, replaced by a quiet grace. She was still reserved, but Roger liked that, having tired of Susan’s constant haranguing.

And unlike Susan, Janine had not only done her assigned tasks but did them quietly without question. As the year went by, he found himself more and more drawn to Janine. And he knew that the feeling existed deep within Janine also. He wondered when she would truly be ready for him. When she domes to you, he answered himself silently with a smile.

He had waited until after her 18th birthday to start enforcing the standards of the house. A woman has different responsibilities than a girl. But even rize escort with the strictest rules, discipline was not often necessary. Although, he thought as he glanced at his watch, it seemed lately there had been more reprimands needed than normal. He shrugged. No one was perfect. He put the picture back down. He was going to have to replace the mother and daughter picture with one of just Janine.

“Daddy?” Roger turned around to find Janine in the doorway. Her long brown hair was tousled and her voice was breathless. “I’m sorry I’m late!” she flushed. She looked adorable in her cotton shift, her young breasts pressing against the thin material. He suppressed a smile, thankful he had always required the woman of his house to wear dresses. Women should never wear pants.

He tapped his watch.

She looked at him tentatively, “Lisa’s mom was late picking us up from the library.”

He raised a questioning eyebrow, “You know the rules, Janine,” he said softly, “What are they?”

Her eyes searched his and when they found no quarter, she took a deep breath, “One stroke for each minute I’m late,” she looked at him and added quietly, “But it wasn’t my fault.”

Roger wagged a finger at her, “No excuses. You know better than that, don’t you?”

Janine nodded her head slowly. Yes, she did. He glanced at his watch again.

“Eighteen minutes late. Two more minutes and I would be picking out the paddle. So go put away your books, pick one out and get ready for me. I think down here in the living room tonight,” Janine slowly turned around and headed to her room.

Janine dreaded spankings. They hurt and continued hurting long afterwards. She shuddered apprehensively. But there seemed to be no other way. She closed her eyes and took a long deep breath. It was like eating a large plate of garbage to get to the chocolate sundae. Why didn’t he touch her the way she wanted to be touched by him? Surely he had to understand how much she loved him? How much she wanted him?

When her mother had left, Janine had had three powerful reactions. Joy. Beyond the fact her mother didn’t give a shit for her and vice versa, Janine knew that her mother was the one obstacle standing between her and Daddy. Fear. What if he didn’t want her? He really had no obligations to her now that her mother was gone. Especially after she had turned 18. Hope. When he changed the rules, she dared to dream she had a chance, regardless how slim. She knew she could be the woman her mother hadn’t been. And she waited, hoping beyond hope. She picked up a paddle and headed back to the living room.

Roger poured himself a glass of red wine and put a Vivaldi cd into the stereo. He closed his eyes as the strains of a full string section poured into the room. A few minutes later, he sensed more than heard Janine pad into the room. He turned.

She stood there, her head hung low causing her hair to cascade over her face and chest. Slowly, she stepped out of sakarya escort her dress. She took pains to fold it and place it on the sofa. Janine couldn’t bear to look at him directly, but knew Daddy was watching her intently. She unhooked her bra and slipped if off her shoulders. Embarrassed, she tried to cover her breasts with her hair.

He looked at her for a few minutes. Ah, how high and pert her breasts were. And her pink nipples jutted out, begging for attention.

“Head up, young lady,” He took a sip of his wine. She raised her head and implored him silently. A tear had escaped and was traveling down her cheek.

She knew that this is what she wanted – Daddy to look at her. But it was so embarrassing to have her nakedness be the sole source of his attention. It made her feel so helpless and exposed. Her whole body seemed to blush in response to his gaze. She felt the tingling sensation swell halfway between her navel and her pussy. She pulled her panties down and instinctively put her hands in front of her pubic hair.

“Please touch me!” she cried silently. He would, afterwards, she knew. But to have to go through this! She shivered.

“Hands,” Roger admonished. She moved them to her sides. Roger’s gaze skimmed over her tiny waist, her slightly rounded hips, to her patch of downy brown pubic hair untouched by a razor.

“Yes?” He prompted, not moving. He waited.

“You know this doesn’t work unless you sincerely regret breaking the rules.”

“Yes, Daddy,” she sniffled back the next tear, “I am sorry. I didn’t mean to be late,” she lied.

“Then you know what you have to do. I can wait all night, if need be.” Roger swirled the wine in his glass and took another sip.

Slowly, she lowered to the floor until she was on all fours, “I’ve broken the rules,” She whispered hoarsely, “and I need to be punished.” She choked back a cry as she pushed the paddle out in front of her.

Roger set down his glass and retrieved the paddle, “Good girl. On your elbows, that’s it. Ass up.” He walked to her backside, appreciating the sight of her pussy peeking out between her thighs. He put his foot between her knees forcing them wider and showing her luscious lips to better advantage. How pink they were, splayed out like that. He wondered who was being punished more.

“Now I want to hear you count clearly this time.” He got down on his knees, “Are you ready?”

She whimpered and nodded her head. Roger brought back his hand back. His stroke was usually an arced one, so the paddle would almost cup and push her ass up. He swung, and the paddle landed with a stinging SMACK.

“AAAAAAAHH ONE!” She cried and started whimpering. He aimed again.

“NOOOOOOOOOOOO TWO!” She sobbed. Enthralled, he landed the next five on her in rapid succession, watching her ass turn bright red as it wobbled each time it met the paddle. By the time he reached 10, she wasn’t holding back anymore and was crying loudly.

“ELEVEN! samsun escort PLEEEEEEEASE, TWELVE!” Her fists were clenched and he knew she was having to fight to keep them in front of her. SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! He continued relentlessly.

“EIGHTEEN!” she sobbed, dropping her head to her hands, crying. He sat back on his heels and gently stroked her bruised ass.

“I’m so sorry, Daddy!” she sobbed, “I won’t do it again, I swear.”

“I believe you,” he whispered and pulled her into his arms, “it’s okay.” He continued to stroke her ass, cupping them so the tips of his fingers brushed her crack. He allowed her to continuing sobbing in his arms. Her body pressed up against him, rubbing slightly each time she gasped for air. He could distinctly feel her hard nipples nudging against him. He waited for her to settle down and after she swallowed a few hiccups, she laid quietly. This is the essence of life, he decided. He tried to ignore his manhood straining against his trousers

“Daddy?” God he loved it when she called him that. Even though she was well beyond the age when girls actually used that phrase he still insisted she use it.

“Yes, baby?” He leaned forward to smell her hair, laden with sweat. God, he loved her scent. He felt her small hand brush his crotch as she pulled back from him. Too much pressure! He cursed to himself. It took him a minute to realize she was fumbling with his zipper. He gasped when she finally got it down and her hand met his cock. Quietly she pulled back as she freed his cock from his pants. She started to lower herself but paused and looked up at him expectantly, “May I, Daddy?”

Shocked, he just nodded mutely. She gave him a hesitant smile and continued down and covered his engorged head with little kisses. Tentatively she stuck out her tongue and swirled it around the bulbous head. Settling in, she moved onto his shaft, first licking it with the tip of her tongue and then using her lips with a light suction to stroke it up one side and down the other. Soon his shaft was slick with her saliva.

“Take it in your mouth, baby!” He groaned as he leaned back on his heels. He gasped when the warmth of her mouth enveloped his head. Roger looked down at her, her sweet little mouth stretched around his cock. It was all he could do to contain himself. She started to bob up and down as her tongue stroked the rim of his head. Instinctively, he pushed forward and put his hand on her head. He guided her up and down his rod. She struggled at first, but after she relaxed, she was almost able to take his full length.

“Stroke my balls, baby. That’s it. Yes!” He grabbed her hair as her fingers started probing his balls, and massaging them tenderly. More insistently he pulled her to him. “Oh yes!” He felt the build up coming. His ass went into the air as he speared her mouth with his cock. She tried to pull away, but he held her firm as he exploded into her mouth, “Ohhhhh YESSSSSSSSSSS! Take it all! Take it all, baby!” He fell back on his heels and let his head fall back. He squeezed his eyes shut still feeling the echoes of the orgasm ripple through his body. He opened his eyes and looked down at Janine still attached to his cock. Slowly she released him and peppered the tip with kisses.

“I love you Daddy.”

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I arrive at the motel. You had given me direction, and explicit instructions. I knew exactly which room you’d be in, waiting for me. As I parked my car, my stomach is doing flip flops. You had told me to wear a short black skirt, tight low cut black shirt, a red lace thong with matching bra, and knee high leather high heeled boots. You also told me to have my pussy shaved nice and clean.

I was wet already, and I hadn’t even gotten out of the car.

I nervously approached the door, wondering if I should turn around. I take a deep breath, heart pounding, hands shaking slightly, and knock on the door. After what seems like an eternity, but is really just a few seconds….it opens.

I see you for the first time, our eyes meeting. You hold my stare. “Hello.’‘ I stammer. “Hi babes.” you say. “Come In.”

I step in, and glance around. You close the door behind me, grab me, turn me around and press me up against it, grabbing my hands – our fingers interlocking….and you bring them above my head, pressing them to the door. You lean down, and kiss me deeply.

“Are you ready?”

I look up nervously, you can see fear and excitement mingling in my eyes. I nod.

“You need this. You’ve needed this for a long time.”

You kiss me again releasing my hands, as your roam over my body. Then you point to the center of the room. “Stand over there.”

I walk nervously, still wondering if I’m ready for my fantasies to come true. You walk around me in a circle, looking at me from all angles. You move behind me, and sit in a chair in the corner.

Everything is quiet for a moment.

“Turn around and face me.”

I turn slowly, and look at you.

“You’re quite lovely.”

“Thank you.”

“Take off your shirt.”

My stomach does another flip flop, as I hear my first command. I am sure this will be the first of many. I slowly remove my shirt. You stare at me. Silence fills the room again.

“Do you know the safeword?”

“Yes.”

You get up from the chair and walk toward me. Your hands travel across my shoulders, and down my arms. You look directly into my eyes.

“Good, kütahya escort because you may need it.”

Those words send chills down my spine. I’m not sure if I know what I’m getting into.

“I will take you places you’ve never been before. You will feel things you’ve never felt before. Do you trust me?”

“Yes.”

You unzip my skirt, and it falls around my feet. You tell me to step out of it, and I do. You sit back down.

“Crawl to me, on your hands and knees.”

I get down on all fours, and awkwardly crawl over. You pull my face into your crotch, your cock is hard underneath your pants. I can feel it.

“Do you feel that? You’re going to feel it everywhere this weekend. Everywhere.”

You release my head and tell me to release your cock. I undo your pants, and it springs forward freely. I gently stroke it with one hand.

“Mmmmmm, I’ve wanted you for so long. Wanted you in EVERY way.” You say. “Do you know what I want now?”

My response is to lick the tip of your cock lightly with my tongue.

“Yes.” You half moan.

I continue to move my hand over your shaft, as I taste you. Then I take your cock in my mouth, running my tongue around your shaft. You shift slightly, sliding down a little in the chair. Then you grab my head, pulling me down on you. You guide my head, as you feel the heat of my mouth around you. I start to move faster. You moan, you grab my head and shove your self down my throat. I start to gag, you’re cutting off my airway. I panic for a second, and you release me. You shove me back, and I fall.

“You will learn to open wider for me, and not to gag.”

I am laying on my back, upset I just displeased you.

“This is ground for your first punishment.”

You stand and walk over to the bed. You tell me to lay across your lap. I do. You run your hands down my back, and over my ass.

“Nice thong.”

Your hand runs down my butt, and between my cheeks. For the first time your fingers explore me. You can feel my wetness through the thin material of the thong. I am soaking.

“Someone’s having fun.”

Suddenly, malatya escort you raise your hand, and it comes down cracking my ass. I jerk, and let out a small moan. I wasn’t expecting it to hurt so much.

“Shhhhhhhh. Do I have to gag you?”

“No.”

“Alright then, you will get 15 spanks. Count them.”

SMACK

“Two.”

“Two? What happened to one?”

“But, you gave me one before.”

“That didn’t count. We start now, we start over. Count.”

SMACK

“One.”

SMACK

“Two.”

SMACK

SMACK

SMACK

By ten, tears are forming in my eyes. You finish, and look at my red ass, pleased by the color it’s turned. You run your hands over my burning flesh. Again, one hand runs between my legs. You slip your fingers under my thong. They run along my pussy lips. I moan softly. You slip a finger inside of me, moving it in and out slowly. Then you fuck me with two fingers. I start to move, to press against your hand. You lean over and whisper in my ear.

“Aw babes, we’re going to have so much fun.”

I’m so hot. I want you.

You stop fucking me. You pick me up, and throw me on the bed. I’m laying there on my back. You take off my boots, your hands traveling the length of my legs. You kiss me from my feet up to my pussy. Then slowly pull down my thong. You kiss the top of my pussy, your tongue circling my clit. I moan and push myself into your face. You lick my slit, your tongue dipping into my cunt.

“UHHHHHHH. OH GOD,” I moan.

“Shhhhh. NOT A SOUND OUT OF YOU.”

You go back to my pussy, licking and sucking. Then you move up my stomach. I’m secretly disapointed, I wanted you to let me cum. You reach behind me and undo my bra. You pull it off of my releasing my tits. You lean in and lick my nipple, drawing it into your mouth. Then you bite it.

“AHHH.”

“I TOLD YOU NO SOUND, THIS IS YOUR LAST WARNING.”

Then you tie my hands above my head, and my legs to the corners of the bed. I am stretched out before you, naked and dripping wet. You take off your pants and your shirt, and straddle me. You manisa escort rub your hard cock on my face. It’s so hard I can see it pulsing.

I open my mouth, and you enter me again. My tongue roaming around your cock. You feel my lips pressed against you. Again, you grab my head ans force yourself deep down my throat. You pump my head. You moan loudly. I can feel you’re ready to cum. Your cock stiffens, and you pull out…cumming all over my face. Your cum hits my cheeks, my forehead and my chin. I reach out and try to catch some on my tongue. Trying desparately to taste you. You pant, enjoying the pleasure. Then you move your cock back to my mouth.

“CLEAN ME”

I take you inside once again, cleansing you, licking up all the remains.

“CUM SLUT.”

I’m shocked to hear the words come out of your mouth. But it only makes me wetter. God, I want you inside of me so badly, I can taste it.

“NOW FOR THE REAL FUN.”

I look at you. Your cock is still hard. You lick and kiss every inch of my body. Then you tease my clit and pussy with the head of your cock.

“YOU WANT IT DON’T YOU. YOU WANT IT SO BADLY.”

I nod frantically.

“Yes, I want all of you…everywhere.”

You undo my bonds and flip me over, tying me open on my stomach. You place a couple of pillows underneath my stomach. You lay on top of me.

“You want me in your ass don’t you. Let me hear it.”

“I want you in my ass.”

“No” you whisper in my ear. “SAY IT LIKE YOU MEAN IT SLUT.”

“I WANT YOU IN MY ASS.” I scream.

You grab a hand towel and shove it in my mouth. Then I can feel the head of your pulsing cock at the rosebud of my ass. You RAM yourself in. I scream through the towel. I am sure I’m being spilt in two. My cunt drips below me. You continue to pound me, and the pain turns into ecstacy. You reach below me with one hand and massage my clit gently. I am so close to cumming.

“LET GO.” You tell me.

And I cum, so hard. Harder than ever before, and for the first time with someone else. You can feel my ass tighten in waves as I cum, over and over again, jerking and spasming. You can’t hold off anymore, and I feel the heat of your cum in my ass.

After you kiss my back, and remove the gag. You lay on top of me. Both of us panting. You undo my bonds, and hold me.

“That was a good first lesson.” You say.

“Thank you for teaching me.”

To be continued………

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Like many of my other stories, this one has an adult son watching his mother having interracial sex. If such stories offend you or do not interest you then please stop reading at this point. I hope the rest of you enjoy reading this one. The idea for this story came about when I was watching an amateur porn video, so the description of the sex scene may be somewhat familiar to some readers.

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I’m a twenty-five year-old nerdy-looking-balding-red-haired dude living a bachelor life in big city Los Angeles. Well, “bachelor” in my case is spending nights in front of my iMac jacking off to the world wide web’s plentiful free porn. I work as a digital art technician in one of the numerous studios in nearby Hollywood, and out there my job is giving so-so looking chicks digital makeovers and boob jobs to make them look good onscreen. Trust me, I’m pretty good at my job.

It is not entirely impossible to not have any friends in the world’s largest metropolitan area, but I do have somewhat of a friend here. There is this older black dude called Nigel in the apartment next door who has sort of taken me under his wing. Living a semi-retired life, Nigel is my man for all my important requirements. On weekends we hang out drinking beers and smoking pot, and occasionally watching some porn together. However, he is not as lonely as I am because there’s a middle-aged black woman who visits him once in a while and, boy, do they fuck loudly? The apartment walls aren’t all that thin, but their grunts, wails, moans and ungodly swears gets through to me in high fidelity. Or infidelity?

Nigel has a clean shaven head, with a neatly trimmed full beard that is whitish-gray, a big beer belly and he moves around sluggishly. However, that doesn’t mean he has any problems fucking someone. I’ve wondered how he does it, but that is something that I never thought I would see.

**

“Joe, buddy, how are ya’ doin’ my man,” greeted Nigel one Saturday afternoon as he walked into my apartment with some stash and a six-pack.

“Doing well, Nigel. You’re a happy man today.”

“Oh yeah, baby, I am a happy man today.”

“What’s up?”

“I’m going to Moscow next week.”

“Why Russia, man?”

“No. No. No. The other Moscow. The one in Idaho.”

“Idaho? What’s happening there?”

“A 30 year college reunion.”

“I didn’t know you went to school there.”

“I didn’t. I worked as a janitor there ages ago.”

“It’s nice that former janitors get invited to reunions there. It must be a nice town,” I said with a wry smile.

“Nice town my ass. It’s a shit hole full of hicks and rednecks who hate brothers. One time, I was arrested and beaten by the cops for doing my fucking job because someone saw me carrying cleaning supplies and dialed nine-one-one to report a break-in.”

“Oh man. I’m sorry to hear that. That’s terrible. Why go back then?”

“That’s not what I’m going back for, man.”

“Then?”

“I’m going there because the finest white pussy I’ve ever had has asked me to be her date.”

I laughed. “Seriously? That’s why you’re going?”

“Yes sir. I moved out of Idaho after that police beating, and lost touch with my ‘ho there. Amazingly, she found me on Facebook the other day and one thing led to another and she wanted to relive those good days and asked me to come over. She’s even flying me first class, and promises a great time,” said Nigel as he sipped his beer and laughed in eager anticipation.

“Love is in the air, uh?”

“Love my ass. Just lust. The chick had jungle fever and big Nigel had the medicine she needed. She was a redneck eighteen year old freshman and I was just a nigger doing my job. She came to apologize to me after her boyfriend and his gang verbally abused me with racial slurs. The apology ended up with some hot shit sex. From then on, she and I hooked up regularly behind her asshole boyfriend’s back.”

“That sounds incredibly naughty.”

“It is. She’s a wild slut, and I can’t wait to get my nigger cock into her once again.”

“She would have changed a lot over thirty or so years, right?”

“She is like fine wine and has gotten better with age,” laughed Nigel.

“You’re a lucky man then. Think she’ll follow you here someday?”

“I don’t think so. She’s a married woman and all that. Wealthy too. All she wants from me is that forbidden sex,” maraş escort laughed Nigel.

“Man, you’re one lucky dog.”

“Oh yes sir. That I am. It gets better. She has agree to let me to tape the whole thing. Maybe I’ll let you see it,” winked Nigel.

We laughed.

**

After his Idaho trip, I picked up Nigel from LAX. That man had a smile that was a million miles wide.

“Good trip,” I asked.

“Good trip,” he confirmed with an even bigger smile.

“I’m happy for you my friend.”

“I’m happy for myself. What a trip. I’ve invited the bitch here and she’s promised to make a trip very soon. Can’t wait to hook up with her again.”

“I look forward to meeting your lady.”

“If you’re getting any ideas my boy, then forget about it. Nigel

s no pimp to share his hoes,” laughed Nigel.

**

I soon forgot about Nigel’s little sex holiday.

The mystery woman kept her word and visited Nigel in LA, but she kept their activities strictly to her hotel room and I never got to meet or see her.

**

A few months later I was in Seattle visiting my parents for Thanksgiving. My dad, being as busy as he is, was only there for the dinner and flew over to the Far East the next day which meant mom and I had plenty of time to talk and catch up on our lives.

In the middle of a conversation, my mom said, “Oh yeah, we had a thirty year reunion over the summer. My, my, how much people have changed.”

That statement made all sorts of fireworks go off in my mind. My mom had gone to school in Moscow, Idaho and her thirty year reunion was the one that Nigel had gone to! That meant Nigel’s slut friend was my in my mother’s cohort! While my mother continued talking about other random things, my mind kept thinking which of mom’s classmates had fucked Nigel.

The next day, I took mom’s yearbook and top pictures of all the girls in the book with my iPhone. I then began imagining who it could be.

Heidi? That slutty look in the book. It must surely be her.

Kayla? Ellen? Lisa? Margaret?

Damn! Everyone in that book looked like a slut. Heidi was the sexiest and for my purposes of masturbation, she was the one that got boned by Nigel.

**

When I got back to LA, I was desperate to meet Nigel and find out who the slut in mom’s graduating class was.

“Joe! How was your trip home my friend,” Nigel asked.

“It was great. I had a lovely time with my family.”

“Good to hear.”

After an hour or so of random talk I had finally worked out how to broach the top of his Idaho sex holiday.

“So, Nigel, you never told me if you did end up making a sex tape with your Idaho woman friend?”

Nigel burst out laughing. “Of course I did. It is hotter than any damn porno one can buy.”

“Some hot shit then, uh?”

“Any sex with Nigel in it is hot shit,” laughed a slightly tipsy Nigel.

“Any chance I could see it?”

There was silence and then a slow nod. “Nope.”

“Oh come on. You said you would show it to me before you went there.”

“Yes, but I promised her not to share it. She’s got too much to lose.”

“Nigel, I’m sure you can trust me.”

“Nope. Not with this one bud. Sorry.”

Well, that was that. I would have to just keep guessing who it was.

Or did I?

After a few more weeks of torture I decided I had to steal it from Nigel. There were only two places that ‘tape’ could be. One was in the camera, which had a hard disk drive and the other would be his computer. One day when Nigel had gone out shopping, I let myself into his apartment with the spare key he keeps in my house. I found his camera next to his bed and quickly plugged it into my computer to make a full disk copy. I pulled out his computer’s hard disk, attached it to an external case and started making a copy of it too. After the copies ended, I placed his camera just like it was and put back the hard drive into his computer. I was in and out of his house in 15 minutes. Nigel would never suspect a thing.

**

I waited for nightfall to start analyzing the copies of Nigel’s camera and computer. The camera was near empty, with just a few random videos from Nigel’s trip to the zoo. A quick search for video files followed by files matching the reunion dates returned empty results. I was about to mardin escort delete everything in frustration, but was interrupted by a phone call and I left it at that.

A few days later I was reading something that mentioned encrypted files and my mind instantly thought if Nigel had encrypted the videos because they were so sensitive. At first, I thought it couldn’t be because he wasn’t so sophisticated, but his lady friend could have taught him how to do it? I quickly reran searches for encrypted files, thanking my lucky stars for not having deleted the files.

And yes! My luck was turning, as I found some encrypted files that began with the word ‘moscow’. The same folder also had files the began with ‘la’, and it looked like I had ended up with the motherlode of what could potentially be some awesome amateur porno. The only problem now was to decrypt it. Now, I am smart and nerdy and all that, but the guys who wrote that encryption software are way way smarter than I can ever hope to be. I would never get what I wanted if I didn’t do a bit of social hacking. I infected his computer with a keystroke logger which would capture all characters he would type. Now, all I had to do was to wait a few weeks or trick him into wanting to watch the videos.

Over beers that weekend, I asked him some seemingly innocuous questions about his Idaho affair and whether this ‘slut’ of his was the only woman he fucked around with. Nigel was in a boasting mode, so he spoke a lot about some of his best encounters with this woman. He told me about how he was once almost caught by the woman’s boyfriend and had to spend an hour in a closet while the boyfriend forced himself on her. He told me about how he fucked her in a parking lot at night, and in the great outdoors.

I think I had worked him up that I was certain he would want to jack off to watching his videos. I was right. I soon had the passwords and I waited for the weekend to watch Nigel fucking the brains of some hot MILF from my mom’s graduating class.

**

The video started with a shot from inside a cheap motel room with the shades drawn and sunlight trying to creep in. There was a dark-haired woman digging inside her red hand bag that was placed on a chair next to a small circular table.

“Hi baby, what are you digging for,” said Nigel’s voice from behind the camera.

“I’ve got something for you,” giggled the woman, who had a strangely similar voice and accent as my mother.

“You know I don’t wear condoms,” laughed Nigel.

“It is not condoms you silly willy,” laughed the woman.

Silly willy!? That’s what mom called me when I was being silly. And just then the woman looked up into the camera.

MOM!

FUCK. FUCK. FUCK. FUCK.

Nigel was going to FUCK MY MOM!

With mom looking into the camera, I paused the video instinctively. There was strange kind of sensation going through my body. My knees felt weak and I felt my throat was drying up. I could hear my heart beating hard and fast. Surprisingly, there was a surge of blood into my cock and it was very very hard given the circumstances. With shaking hands, I hit play again.

Mom giggled and said, “I think I found it.”

“What is it?”

“Look,” mom said as she fished out a white-stoned choker that read ‘S L U T’

“Oooooh,” sighed Nigel, “did you buy this just for me?”

“It took me a long time to find it, but not quite as long as waiting for this day so that I can wear it,” laughed mom.

“What are you waiting for then, baby?”

“Here goes,” mom smiled as she proceeded to put the choker around her neck. She was wearing a white short-sleeved shirt with a fairly deep neckline. My mother is very skinny, so there wasn’t much cleavage, but the shirt was thin enough to show her black bra.

As she started to wear the choker, Nigel held out the camera as he attempted to get himself into the frame in order to kiss his lover. The two went mouth to mouth and exchanged a bunch of gentle but passionate kisses with mom smiling all the time as she fiddled with the hooks of her S.L.U.T choker.

“Having trouble my dear?”

“Yeah, it’s my long nails.”

“Here, let me help you,” said Nigel as he put the camera down and helped her with her choker off-screen.

The video then abruptly changed scenes – presumably shut down and mersin escort restarted after being placed on a more stable platform?

“OOOOOHHHH MY GOD! OH MY FUCK! FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK,” my mother was screaming as Nigel rammed her pussy.

The two of them were on the bed in classical missionary position with Nigel thrusting his fat black cock hard and fast into my mom’s pussy.

“Jesus! Your pussy is squeezing my cock so hard, and woman you might burn this old nigger cock if you don’t cool down,” laughed Nigel.

“I’m just getting started. It has been decades since I’ve been fucked.”

“Decades since you’ve had sex Emily,” asked a perplexed Nigel.

“Noooooo,” mom moaned, “I’ve had sex. I’ve not been fucked! I think you know the difference. Anyway, stop talking and fuck me harder you silly man.”

“Ride me. Ride my cock,” said Nigel trying to catch his breath.

Mom didn’t have to be told twice. She jumped on to him in a flash as Nigel lay down on his back. In that position, Nigel’s cock reached more depths as mom screamed, “God damn it! No cock has been so deep in for so long. FUCK it feels good.”

Mom was riding Nigel hard and biting her lips and covering her mouth in an effort to stem her squeals and screams.

“What are you doing,” asked Nigel.

“I don’t want our neighbors to hear me.”

“Screw the neighbors,” said Nigel as he pulled down mom’s hand. “Now SQUEAL as loud as you can!”

“AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII…”

“That’s it. SQUEAL! I love listening to a woman enjoying a good fuck,” laughed Nigel.

“Jesus, Nigel, I am going to wake up the whole town.”

“Do you care?”

“NOOOOOOO!”

“Then shut up and scream,” Nigel laughed as he slapped my mom’s boobs hard.

Both of them laughed as mom increased her speed and fucked Nigel harder.

“I’m gonna cum, darling,” Nigel said.

“Go ahead! Shoot in me!”

“You sure?”

“Yes, goddammit. SHOOT!”

Nigel jerked and shook as he (presumably) shot cum inside my mother’s hot pussy. Mom was quivering and shaking as well in what seemed like tandem orgasms.

“Oh my fucking god, that was good,” was all mom could muster as she collapsed on top of Nigel, who reached out and turned off the camera.

The camera came back on abruptly once again.

“Come over here and suck this thing Emily,” Nigel said. It was now clearly dark outside and there was a dim lamp lighting the bed on which Nigel and mom had slept – and now woken up.

Mom licked his balls and occasionally sucked his dick in expert pornstar fashion. “You’ve gotten better at this,” laughed Nigel.

“Shut up,” mom giggled as she slapped Nigel’s naked black ass and went back to cock sucking.

“That’s it, bend over,” Nigel commanded.

Mom was soon screaming in another orgasm.

**

I woke up next morning and my head was spinning as if I had a terrible hangover. The tape from the previous night had been mind-blowing and a stunning revelation of my mother’s secret sex life. I was supposed to meet Nigel for lunch and drinks that afternoon and I was not sure if I should go. How do I face the man who fucks my mother?

I tried very hard all morning to not think about the video, but it was easier said than done. With my mind still full of scenes from the tough-to-swallow but hot video, I went to Nigel’s.

Nigel was happy as he always is. “How you doin’ Joe?”

“Doing good, Nigel. Doing good.”

After a few hours of useless banter and heavy drinking, Nigel started talking about his sexual exploits. Please god, not about his “slut” from Idaho, is what I was thinking.

“By the way, Joe, you know my slut from Idaho?”

“You’ve mentioned her before I said,” half sulking.

“She’s coming over to LA next weekend. For a week!”

“Another sex holiday?”

“Is that what you white boys call it,” Nigel laughed.

“Perhaps.”

“No my boy, she’s coming here for a fuck. A GOOD OLD FUCKFEST!”

“You’re bringing her home,” I asked inquisitively.

“She will not come. I’ve booked us a nice big house.”

“A big house? Why?”

“I’ve signed her up for a good gangbang,” laughed Nigel.

I nearly spit out my beer.

Nigel continued, “Oh yeah, she’s asked for me and my friends.”

“That should be some hot shit.”

“Oh yeah, you’re invited too,” winked Nigel.

“Me? ME?”

“Oh yeah, come along and have some fun.”

Thinking quickly, I said, “I would love to, but I’m going to Seattle next weekend.”

“That’s too bad man. You’re going to miss out on some really good pussy.”

I know. She’s my mother.

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I am a sissy wife. I hate clichés as much as the next girl, but sometimes they make for the most apt of descriptions. I have a job, friends, and a life. I go out, I go out for movies and drinks. I enjoy long walks and drives, and I love travelling to new places and locations. And yet, there was something missing. There was something that was needed. I found that when I found my true identity. I want to be a girl. I am a girl. I want to become that which I was born to be, but sadly that can’t ever be fully possible. There’s a sea of difference between what I am and what I see when I look in the mirror every day. The person looking back at me isn’t what I want to be. The person looking back at me is a stranger.

He’s a stranger who’s been living with me for the past three decades. He’s the one who the world knows as me. I don’t know him, though. That’s because he doesn’t exist. He’s a façade. He’s an illusion. He doesn’t exist. But, the question is, though, do I? Who am I? Am I this face, this body, this mind? Or am I something else entirely – something the world has never seen, and the world will never know. Something that I can never become. Is that image of me the real me? Is that image real, even though it exists, and might only exist, in the back of my mind, and nowhere else – unseen, unheard, unknown?

I want to be a tall slim blonde with big niğde escort boobs. Ah, damn clichés! Can you blame me, though, for wanting to be attractive? The world sees that image as attractive, but that’s not the reason why I want to be that way. I want to be like that because that image is attractive to me. I want to be beautiful and attractive for me, and for my man. That’s what’s missing from my life – my man. I want to be attractive and beautiful for him. I want my man to desire me, to want me, to need me. I want my man to get aroused by my body. I want him to enjoy touching me, kissing me, fondling me, fucking me, and emptying his heavy balls on and inside my body. I want him to desire me, and I want him to use my body to fulfil his desire to the maximum extent possible. I want him to use my body to get as much pleasure as possible, as much as he needs, as many times as he needs, wherever, whenever he needs. I want him to think of me as his property, taking me whenever he wants, without having to ask or even think about it.

I want sex to be a part of his routine. Keeping him satisfied is my duty, and I want to fulfil that duty as much as possible. As the adage goes, I want to keep my man happy by keeping his stomach full and his balls empty. I understand, of course, that he might get used to my body, and that he might ordu escort find other women attractive too. I want him to look at other women or sissies, get aroused by their bodies, and then come to me with that sexual energy, and I will do anything and everything I can do to help him release that energy in the most satisfying manner for him as possible. I understand that he might want to bring someone else to our bed, and if he does, I will try my best to pleasure him, pleasure the woman or sissy he brings to me, and get pleasured in return. I will do anything and everything for him, as he means everything to me, and I want to show him that he means everything to me.

To me, being a sissy means keeping my daddy satisfied and happy. My pleasure comes from his pleasure. I have no pleasure, or even existence, except as connected to and as dictated by his pleasure. He decides when I cum, if I cum at all. He can make me cum before sex, if he wants, so that I can truly appreciate the feeling of him fucking me, without my horniness distracting me. If he wants, he can make me cum two or three times, or as many times as my tiny balls can produce my sissy juice, so that I am completely spent. He can then proceed to fuck me, making me experience to the fullest extent his manhood penetrating me, owning me, making me his. Or, if he wants, osmaniye escort he can make me cum during sex, spreading out my orgasms, so that I cum a final time when he cums. Or, he can choose not make me cum at all, ever. Being fucked by him on a daily basis will fuel and multiply my horniness, making me more desperate and bringing out the sissy slut in me that had been repressed all these years. When I can’t take it anymore, I’ll spurt my juice as he’s fucking me, without having to touch my useless sissy clit.

Irrespective of when or how I cum, it’s important that I clean up my juices properly by licking them up every time. He can do this by making me cum in his hand, and then making me lick it clean, or by making me spurt in a condom, and then emptying it in my mouth. He can make me cum on my face or directly into my mouth by making me lie down on my back with ankles over my head, which would be pretty much perfect if he fucked me as he did it. It’s indeed very important that whenever my balls are emptied, it should be directly into my mouth. I would love it if my daddy feeds me his cum every time he unloads his manly balls too. He can directly cum in my mouth, or he can cum in a condom and feed me from that too. Of course, that would be purely for fun, as I am owned by him, and he can breed me anytime he wants. He can cum on my face or body too, and I would lick it up from there. This is all a wishlist, though, and daddy can cum wherever he wants. I can have no say in the matter whatsoever.

I hope I can find a daddy who loves all this too. There’s so much more to being a true sissy wife, and I hope to write more of it here soon!

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She woke slowly drifting in and out of sleep. She opened her eyes slowly and wondered where she was at for a moment. She was on her back and realized she could not move her limbs . She had been so exhausted. He bound her and she never even roused from sleep. She heard her name and she blinked at him her eyes still trying to focus.

“I have plans for you slut,” he said pacing back and forth at the end of the bed. “You will tell me what I want to hear before I am finished with you.”

She glared at him in defiance now fully awake, realizing that he looked frustrated.

“I do not know know what you want me to say sir, I don’t know what you want to hear,” she said her voice barely above a whisper.

“You will slut.”

He sounded pissed. She had heard this tone of voice before but the face that went with it was frightening. She lay there helpless watching wondering what he was planning. He was clearly angry about something and seemed determined to work out his frustrations on her already abused and bruised body. When he finally faced her she saw the flogger he held in his hand. It looked menacing and she wondered where the hell that had come from.

She looked at him pleading, “No please don’t.”

He looked at her smiling as he brought the leather down hard against her thigh.

She cried out in pain and struggled against her restraints, “Please Master it hurts please don’t.” “I am just getting started baby. You need the pain,” he lashed her thighs again and again methodically working his way up her body . She cried at first her tears burning her cheeks but he just kept up his work. He loved the way she whimpered and begged it turned him on, and after a while he was rewarded by the soft moans spilling from her lips. She stopped tensing and opened her body up to him. She knew she needed him to use and abuse it any way he wanted.

His goal was to break her. Show her he was Master and she would admit it before this day was over.

“Mmmm my slut likes the pain, Master knows what you need doesn’t he?” he asked as he worked over her breast. She moaned and her nipples grew hard from the sting of the leather. He brought it down onto her flesh harder and harder.

“Answer me whore who knows what you need?”

“You do Master, only you.”

Finally he stopped and stood back admiring his handy work, thinking she looked fucking sexy as hell lying there all helpless and marked. He licked over the welts starting at her breast. He gently kissed and nibbled her gently taking her nipples into his mouth and sucking. She moaned and arched toward him growing wetter and wetter.

“I have been kind up until now, but from this point on you will not cum until I am ready for you to. Do you understand?” she nodded.

“I can’t hear you slut!” he growled biting her nipple pulling it with his teeth.

“Yes master I’ll do whatever you say,” she said trying to push more of her breast into his mouth.

“I know you will,” he said biting down hard and then sucking gently.

He moved to the other breast and repeated the process. She could feel the juices from her cunt dripping sliding between the cheeks of her ass. He attached the nipple clamps tugging the chain a little before moving down her body. He tasted every inch of her biting into her flesh every now and then reminding her this was about pleasure and pain and he controlled both. He kissed the bare flesh of her drenched cunt before slapping it hard. She pushed her ass into the bed in a desperate attempt to move away from his brutal hands.

He grabbed her hips and slipped his tongue in and out of her wet snatch. She moaned and grinded against him, desperate to cum. She felt cold air brush her skin before she felt the sting of his hand yet again. She writhed on the bed aroused by the pleasure and pain needing more. He continued eating, sucking, and nibbling all while he continued to inflict pain He alternated between the two never letting her get used to either. He grabbed the chain attached to the clamps as he sucked hard and then bit down on her clit.

“Please fuck me Master. I’ll do anything you say just please fuck me now,” he laughed sucking hard one last time before releasing the chain.

“Does my girl need master’s cock?”

“Yes kırşehir escort please fuck my dirty cunt sir,” she screamed it at him needing release now. He thrust into her pussy hard.

” I am going to fuck you , you horny little bitch , but you are not allowed to cum. I am going to fill your pussy, then your ass, and then let you clean my cock before I fill that pretty little mouth of yours.”

She felt like silk around his cock as he slid in and out of her fucking harder and harder. She squirmed beneath him, desperate to cum but knowing she would be punished if she did. He pulled the chain on her nipples and pulled her hair. He fucked her like a man with something to prove . He pulled tighter causing a delicious ache in her nipples. He pulled tighter fucking harder.

Her eyes grew wide and she thrashed beneath him unable She couldn’t stop it her muscles contracted tight around his cock, her juices squirting out around his cock wetting his balls and thighs. He grunted and released his grip as he unloaded violently inside her.

He yanked at the chain, catching his breath he said, ” I did not give your permission to cum, whore . You will be sorry you did that.”

She whimpered, “I am sorry I couldn’t help it Sir.”

“I thought by now you would have learned some control. Guess you aren’t as obedient as I thought,” he said smiling .

She was ready to do anything he wanted her to . He decided he would drive her almost mad before he finished and then when she walked away there would be no doubt as to who she belonged to. He undid the restraints flipping her over he reattached them. Her pulled her hair jerking her back kissing her deeply before pushing her face back down into the mattress. He slid a vibrator into her cunt warning her not to cum and then slapped her ass hard.

“Ready for round two baby?”

“My girl likes her pussy full doesn’t she?”

He slapped her ass again, “Mmmm Master I am a horny slut. I need it,” she felt his weight shift and then felt his tongue licking her ass. “Oh yes, God yes, please baby don’t stop.”

“What?” he asked lashing her shoulders with a new instrument of torture. She screamed when she felt the riding crop land hard across her calves. He stopped licking and focused on punishing her.

“That makes two mistakes kitten it seems you are determined to be defiant this morning aren’t you? First you cum without permission and now you think you can call me baby. You are a stupid slut.” he continued. He marked her starting at the bottoms of her feet. He worked slowly drawing it out, and by the time he made it to her shoulders she was trembling and begging for more. He reached between her legs turning up the vibe and watched as she tensed fighting against the orgasm she wanted so much.

He slid it in and out slowly asking, “Who is your Master?”

“You are sir,” she said ” Please let me cum , please Sir I need to cum,” she begged him.

“No you can cum after your Master and only then.”

He returned to her ass eating it while he worked the vibe fucking her hard with it.

“Please Master I need it.”

“What do you need slut. Tell Master what you want.”

“I want to cum, please I can’t wait any longer.”

He laughed pushing his cock against the entrance of her tight ass.”You can and will wait bitch.”

She felt him pushing inside her ass. ” Please fuck my ass sir, please cum in my ass.”

“Who’s ass?” he asked backing out.

“Your ass Master, please it yours, fuck it hard.” He pushed in burying himself to the hilt . She gripped the sheets and screamed. ” Please fuck me, harder, I need it .”

He pounded her ass feeling the vibrations coming from her pussy against his cock. It felt fucking incredible and he did not know how much longer he could hold out.

He wrapped hid hands in her hair pulling hard, “Oh yes , fuck yes, you naught little slut,” he said pounding her relentlessly.

“Please sir please I’ll say it . Whatever it is I’ll say it I swear.”

“Who do you belong to slut?”

“You I belong to you.”

“Who owns you , bitch?”

“You master I am your bitch,” she felt him stiffen as he pulled harder at her hair.

“Cum now you dirty fucking kocaeli escort cunt, NOW!”

Her pussy clamped down on the vibe and her ass was like a vice drawing him in deeper.

“Oh fuck me master, fuck me . Please don’t stop. I need it. Please fuck this dirty cunt. I love it . Fill my ass with your cum Master.”

He groaned not able to hold out another second, “Take master’s cum you dirty bitch, take it.” he said filling her ass with jet after jet of hot cum. He collapsed on top of her still buried in her ass and she purred like a satisfied kitten beneath him.

He reached up releasing her bonds . She stretched her arms and legs glad to be free because she desperately wanted to touch him. “Master?”

“Yes?”

“May I clean your cock now?”

He rolled onto his back looking down at her, “Yes you may slut.”

She crawled between his legs spreading his thighs. She licked his balls first, she sucked them letting them linger in her hot mouth as she rolled her tongue around them . She licked up the shaft of his now rigid cock tasting her ass and pussy mixed with his cum. Her pussy dripped and began to ache with arousal. Pleasing him turned her on more than anything he did to her. She swallowed his cock breathing through her nose and he filled her throat over and over again.

She heard him moaning as she continued to work his cock. She slid her lips to the head of his cock circling it with her tongue before moving back down to his balls. She pushed his thighs up as she licked him. She could smell her her sex on him as she moved lower sliding her tongue between his ass cheeks licking him like a greedy little slut.

“Mmmm yes, lick master’s ass clean too slut.”

He wrapped his hand around his cock stroking it as she licked and sucked his ass and balls.

She was growing mad with lust . She needed him and would do anything he wanted. He stroked harder and she licked faster pushing her tongue into his ass.

“Oh you slut, make Master cum baby.”

He reached down pulling her up and down onto his cock.He pushed her head down forcing it into her throat and filling her mouth just as he promised he would. She stayed there sucking and licking him clean until he grew hard again.

She could not get enough of him. Pleading with her eyes she looked up at him. “Master please hurt me again? I need it I need the pain it feeds me and it makes me feel whole.” She rested her head on his thigh and waited for a response.

“How does it make you feel knowing you will leave here wearing my marks?” he asked

“I love the marks sir, they remind me who I really belong to. I wish I could wear your mark everyday Master,” she said looking away from him.

“Look at me slut,” he said.

“Tell me why do you need the marks? why do you need the pain? Why do you need a Master?”

She was quiet for a long while , conflicting emotions and thoughts not sure if she was ready to take this step, but her head felt like it might split in two, she had all this desire for him trapped within it.

“Well it makes me feel complete Master but also conflicted. Like finding yourself but still feeling lost. The binds make me feel free and the pain gives me pleasure It is like finding that part of myself I hid from for so long. When I have these things I feel completed and fulfilled.”

He just smiled and asked, ” Are you ready to submit to me fully then?”

“Yes , Master I am.”

“Safe word?” He asked raising an eyebrow at her.

“No not this time,” she said giving him complete control over her.

He pulled her by the hair from the bed to the floor instructing her to place her hands on the bed and bend over. She did as he said without hesitation and realized in that moment that giving him complete control had finally set her free. He picked up his belt- her favorite instrument of torture. He shoved a plug into her ass roughly fingering her pussy pulling and pinching her clit making her moan with pleasure.

“You are allowed to cum as often as you wish this time slut.”

“Thank you, sir,” she said and prepared for the beating.

He gave her no mercy whaling on her ass. He needed to inflict pain as much as she needed to feel it. After about konya escort the third strike from the belt she cried with an orgasm that squirted from her pussy and wet the inside of her thighs.

“Good girl,” he said and continued the assault. Every lick making his cock harder and harder. Welts appeared on her ass and back and he knew it had to hurt like hell but she held her position never once omitting any sound that indicated she was feeling anything other than pleasure. He pulled her head back kissing her as he lashed her back.

He watched as she lost control wetting her legs with her juices. He turned her over onto her back pushing her legs apart . He used the belt on her thighs first. Marking them watching as they turned red. He moved up her body marking every inch. Once her breast were red and puffy he sucked them and bit hard and she arched toward him asking for more without sating a word. He pulled and twisted one while he sank his teeth into the other.

“Mmmm yes Master,” She moaned realizing for the first time she could touch him. She pulled his toward her breast still arching and growing wet from the pleasure and pain he created.

He kissed her before saying, “Mmm good slut MY pussy is next.”

“Yes your pussy sir, I am yours.”

When she looked own at her breast and saw the bite marks it drove her over the edge and orgasm rocked her body before he ever touched her pussy. She had no time to recover before the belt landed hard across her soaked messy pussy. She spread her legs wider allowing him better access to her cunt.

“More please,” she begged between gasps.

He landed blow after blow watching her cunt grow wetter and wetter. She was cumming uncontrollably. So wet the cum splashed her face and body every time he marked her cunt. She briefly wondered if this was what sub space felt like.

“Such a good slut,” he said laying the belt aside. He grabbed some ice from beside the bed rubbing it over the marks on her body. She lay there moaning and gasping . The ice melted over her hot skin. Pooling in the valleys on her body. She was slowly coming back to him. He kissed her gently brushing the hair from her face, then slipped the last piece into her drenched pussy. He was gentle now more than he had been during there time together.

He kissed her thighs and licked them before closing his lips over her clit. He ate her gently, making love to her pussy . Her moans were soft now she seemed to be enjoying his gentle side as well. He tasted her as she came for him again. She came not frantically like before, but like a woman who had completely let go , stopped fighting, given in, and had come to terms with being owned. He had broken her finally and all the fight was gone.

He couldn’t be more pleased with himself. He moved up her body kissing her gently. His tongue exploring her mouth as he slipped gently inside her. Her response to him was primal as she arched up against him wrapping her legs around his hips. Her hands pulled at his hair and their tongues mingling as he made love to her for the first time. She moved with him her hips meeting his every thrust. Every inch of her body highly sensitive. She moaned and continued to move with him even after her cunt contracted releasing her juices around him. He growled with lust increasing his pace but still not pounding at her.

“Yes master it feels so good, please you make me feel so good,” She said still fucking him as if her life depended on it.

He whispered in her ear, “Master wants to cum baby, cum with me.”

She felt him stiffen and thrust in and out harder and harder. She wrapped herself around him tighter trying to draw him deeper. She was ready but waiting for him. Her moans growing louder and louder as he moved inside her.

She needed to cum, ” Please Master cum for me, fill up your dirty cunt sir, Please give me your cum sir,” she heard him groan drawing closer by the second.

“Mmmm I am your dirty slut, I’ll do anything for you. You own me, you are my master, please cum in me sir,” she begged saying whatever she thought he wanted her to admit desperate for release.

“Now, slut cum for me now.”

Her legs closed around him tighter and her pussy quivered around him unleashing a torrent of cum as he pushed inside her filling her with his hot seed. Marking her one last time before she passed out beneath him completely spent, marked, full of cum, and willing to be owned. Just the way he liked her best.

Her eyes fluttered and she whispered, “Thank you,” before falling into a deep restful sleep.

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The Fallen One Ch. 02

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Welcome back readers, I guess you’re just as interested to know what happened after I left, as I am.

I’ve reviewed the tape I left on and I now wish I had stayed. I thought the girls were done after Carolyn came and Rachel left Bitch high and dry without orgasmic relief. I’ll pick up from there and describe what I can. I’m sorry it won’t be as detailed because I wasn’t able to switch cams or zoom, but the overhead and two other fixed cams caught enough action and sound to let me know it was great.

After the girls gave me two thumbs up and waved good-bye, they went back to work on Bitch. She was lying on the table with the dildo harness on her face and the small cock jammed in her mouth, breathing hard and waiting for relief from the orgasmic pressure inside her. Rachel moved the fucking machine in closer and Carolyn hopped off the table, I’m sure feeling better after her horniness was sated, and helped Rachel get the machine ready. They went and got a large dildo attachment about 10″ long and thick with natural looking veins.

I never saw them use any lube to prep it when they attached it to the shaft and locked it in place. They turned it on and positioned the cock to the longest out stroke and stopped. They pushed the machine forward so the cock entered Bitch’s cunt and continued until it was buried deep inside. Damn a zoom in would be great at this point. Bitch didn’t struggle or cry at the intrusion and seemed to want it in her. Carolyn took the controller and flicked the switch to get the shaft moving.

I could see easily enough that the shaft dragged the distended labia out, pulling them tight and then started back in, taking the labia back inside with it. Thank you whoever for parabolic mics. The sound is crystal clear and I can hear the fluid inside Bitch’s cunt being agitated as it’s churned. I can see it seeping out around the edges of the shaft as it bottoms out and starts back out again. Carolyn has turned it up a few notches and the shaft is gliding in and out sucking and pulling the labia with it, and lots of cum is adhering to the sides.

“Now you will begin your lesson on being truthful about your need for pain. We all know it and very soon you will too. Your friend might have introduced you to this, but she has no idea how to really bring out the most in a pain slut like you. We do. You will never orgasm in a normal way again, ever. You will require a certain level of pain to get off and only when we let you cum. You will accept everything we do without question and learn to enjoy it. Do you understand this?” Rachel told her, her face just above Bitch’s.

I wish I could see the look in Bitch’s eyes when she was told this, but Rachel is blocking my view.

I may have to interpret some things, but I will be as accurate as I can.

Rachel is taking the harness off Bitch’s face and she is a sight to look at. No hair, no make-up, mucus caked to her face, tear streaks down her cheeks and a look of horrific dread in her eyes. I thought she was beautiful before, I like the way she looks now. I can see her belly rising and dropping as the huge cock fills her cunt. Her nipples are erect and swollen as is her clit. They are both still red and raw looking from the previous punishment.

Carolyn must have gone to the table during the conversation and is back with a pair of multi tailed floggers. The host of leather strips looks nasty, but I know they aren’t as painful as the single ones. The girls move to either side of Bitch and watch her cunt being invaded over and over again, waiting. Bitch’s eyes are shut and I’m guessing here, she must be trying to attain orgasm from the cock. She’s working her hips as best as she can to get it to hit the right spot. The girls must have seen this too, and the floggers are start assaulting her tits.

Those beautiful new globes of perfection jiggle and bounce as the flogging sends them flying. They are becoming red very quickly and the nipples are still erect, taking the brunt of every hit. I can hear the sounds as they connect and it’s music to my ears.

I know, sounds real sick to think of getting off on someone else’s suffering like this, but I am. I spent 15 years suffering at her hands and she made sure I did. Maybe the pain is different, but pain is pain in my book, and she’s going to go through every chapter and verse until she knows it by heart.

I can see the look of agony and ecstasy on her face as the cock pounds away inside her and the girls flogging her from tits to cunt and back. It didn’t take her too much longer and I could hear her scream start as her orgasm took hold and she rode it out. Sprays of ejaculate went hissing out from the sides of the dildo as her cunt filled with it. The girls kept flogging her until they sensed she was finished.

“There, doesn’t that feel better?” Carolyn asked her, like she had just taken care of an injury instead of an extremely painful orgasm.

Bitch was hesitant at first and then slowly nodded her head, yes.

“I istanbul escort thought so.” Carolyn agreed.

“I think you can take much more than you’ve had so far. I think you are going to be pleased with what we have in store for you, don’t you Rachel, darling?” Carolyn said looking happily at Rachel.

Carolyn switched off the machine and Rachel pulled it back, releasing Bitch’s cunt from the intrusion. As the tip left her opening, a large gush of cum spurted out and dropped with an audible splash on the floor.

“Good girl.” Rachel said when she saw the flow.

“You are all cunt aren’t you? You just love to cum no matter how you get there, don’t you.” With most of her embarrassment gone at being discovered in her true form, she just answered yes quietly.

“Don’t you? Answer me now.” Rachel demanded. They weren’t talking as softly and sweetly anymore, becoming harder and more demanding in their tone of voice. Bitch looked at them both with dread and finally answered.

“Yes, I liked it and I love cumming.”

The admission was all it took to send her into tears again, sobbing heavily and creating more of a mess on her face. I’m sure the girls were tired of looking at a woman who looked like a snotty faced two year old too. Rachel left and came back with a wet cloth and wiped her face off. I can just see on the overhead cam that Bitch’s cunt is still flowing steadily. No matter what she says, her cunt will always tell the truth.

“Now, I know we told you that our Mistress wanted to do your ass first, but she’s going away for awhile and we can’t wait for your ass training until then. So, you’re going to get off your lazy butt and start.” Carolyn told her and the girls started to take off the restraints. When she was released, she was dragged stumbling to the suspended harness and had her legs, arms and ankles attached. Her arms were pulled straight up and attached. When the girls were sure they had her positioned right, they started working the ropes and pulleys so she was raised off the ground with her legs spread wide and her ass lowest to the floor.

Carolyn went off screen and came back with a huge, black butt plug. It was at least 7″ tall and a little less in diameter at the base of the cone. She squirted some lube on it and rubbed it all over the rubber surface until it glistened. She took her greasy hand and smeared it around Bitch’s asshole area. With a deft finger she poked it into Bitch’s ass and coated that too.

“She’s ready Hon.” Carolyn told Rachel, and I saw Rachel pull on the ropes a little and I heard the click of the pulley lock release. Slowly she let the rope out until Bitch’s anal opening was pushed against by the massive tip. Carolyn grabbed the seat cushion and laid on the floor close to Bitch to watch the action and guide Rachel. Rachel let the rope out a little more and the tip spread Bitch’s sphincter with ease and spread the opening. It was only in an inch or so, but the sensation caused Bitch to wince and cry out.

“Shut up cunt, I told you before you are only allowed to voice yourself when we say you can. We don’t want to hear a single sound from you until we say so. Is that understood?”

Rachel sounded a lot stricter than she did before and to make herself understood clearly, she slapped Bitch across the face hard.

Fresh tears and a weak,

“Yes,” came from Bitch.

I’m sure she knew if she cried out or said anything, these two girls would make her hurt far worse than she was already.

“A little lower now, sweetie.” Carolyn instructed.

Rachel complied and another notch clicked off on the pulley and another inch of plug spread her asshole wider. Bitch was dying to yell out at the intrusion, but knew better. The girls could see her struggle and said,

“That’s a good girl, you’re learning. It feels so nice in your ass getting stretched like this, doesn’t it?” Carolyn asked her as she saw the sphincter stretch to a 3″ diameter.

That would feel like the biggest shit you ever had and hurt like a bastard trying to push it out. Bitch was leaking cum again. Truly astounded me to no end she was liking this. Go figure when you think you know someone after being with them for almost 20 years and then find this out about them.

After a couple of more minutes for Bitch’s ass to get used to it, Carolyn told Rachel to go one more click. I seen Rachel lower the rope and just heard the click, when Bitch screamed out. Carolyn was quick with her hand and slapped Bitch’s inner thighs hard and quick.

“We told you to keep your fucking mouth quiet you piece of shit cunt.”

Bitch bit her lips hard to stifle making any sounds, as her ass was being torn open by the plug.

“That’s better.” Carolyn told her.

I’m sure when people say you can get used to things after a while, they weren’t talking about a monster butt plug being forced into your ass. At least they used lube, they’re not that cruel.

I izmir escort had to quickly shut down for a while when M_ _ _ _ _ came back from one of her treatments with a look like she was floating in a dream world. It was one of those mud baths and a kelp wrap after deals. Not my thing, but she was in heaven. I told her it was almost time for lunch and she sounded disgruntled about having to get dressed. We were going out for lunch and that meant dressing. At the spa, all meals and treatments are conducted wearing nothing but the robe they supply for you. It was something M_ _ _ _ _ said that made me think about an idea.

“I wish I had a handmaiden like the old days. Someone who dressed and bathed you, you know. I know you spoil me silly already and I absolutely adore you for all the things you do to make my life so wonderful. but it would just be nice, especially times like this when I just don’t feel like moving, to have someone get me dressed and do my hair and make-up. I know it’s a silly thing to want, but it would be so nice, you know?” she asked me.

My mind went a million miles an hour thinking about Bitch back at the country house and the possibility of having her for my sweethearts’ requests. Something to delve into later. So many questions, so many things that needed done.

Well, lunch went well and we talked more on the subject of personal attendance for her. She really seemed to be gung-ho about it and I said I’ll look into it for her when we got back. She was beaming at me through lunch and yes, I got fucked and sucked royally when we got back.

M _ _ _ _ _ was off for a facial and then a manicure/pedicure and massage for both so I’m getting back to the Bitch and find out what her ass is like.

Carolyn was poking her fingers into Bitch’s cunt, spreading it open and watching the flow of sap come out and rubbing her fingers in it. Rachel was crouching down so she could see the progress of the ass and plug union. I wish I could see the stretch, but I knew it would look awesome. They were running the hands and fingers over her ass and pussy area and then Rachel stood again. She pulled a little and it released the lock. She let the rope go a little and another click into place. Bitch hissed hard and gritted her teeth to stave off the pain as her hole spread wider.

“Half way Baby. I think her ass is going to swallow it on the first try. She might be all cunt, but her ass is giving it a run for the money.” Carolyn told Rachel, looking at the plug disappearing into Bitch’s ass.

Sweat was pouring off of Bitch now as she tried to adjust to the massive girth of the plug in her ass. I always wanted to fuck her sweet ass, but this was proving even better than that.

My cell phone just rang and it’s Rachel.

“Hi Mistress, just wanted to know if you’ve checked out what happened after you left.”

I told her I was just watching it and was at the part where the plug was half way in.

“Oh, you’re going to love how it ends. I won’t spoil it, but you’ll love what we do. She is a real glutton for orgasms and her cunt just won’t quit. I’ll just say this, wait till you see when the plug goes in all the way.”

She sounded so excited and pleased with herself.

“My darling, Rachel. I don’t think I can thank you or Carolyn enough for what you’ve done already. I am so impressed with your work and look forward to what you have in store for her. By the way, I don’t mind that you took her ass before I did. After finding out about her after all these years, I lost interest and figure she’s taken it up the hoop enough already with her dyke friend. I have to tell you, you and Carolyn are hot. I watched your performance together and if I wasn’t involved with my lady, I’d love to get sandwiched between you two for a fun night, or two. You both blew me away with what you did. I love watching two women together and I’ve learned quite a bit from it, but you rocked my world with what you two did. I have so many things I need to talk to you about and get your opinion on some things as well. I’ll come out to the house early next week and we can talk.” I was grinning like the Cheshire Cat.

“Mistress, we are having the greatest time and believe me, both of us would do this for a fraction of what you’re paying us. This place is fantastic and a sweet little cunt like that for us to play with. By the way, we wanted to ask you what you were going to do with all the toys and stuff after we’re done?” Rachel inquired, hoping my answer would be the right one.

“You know Hon, I never thought about it. If you and Carolyn want to take it, consider it an extra bonus.” I told her.

“Extra bonus?” Rachel queried.

“I might as well tell you now, I’m going to give you and Carolyn a week with Bitch to yourselves. You can do whatever you want to her. Of course the same guidelines apply, no missing or permanently damaged parts.”

“OMG, really? A week with the cunt to do as we please? Within guidelines izmit escort of course.” Rachel sounded excited and elated. “I have some ideas that will blow her mind and I think you’d approve of too.”

“What do you have in mind?” I asked.

“It’ll be a surprise. Can we have it closer to the end of her training? I have to get a hold of someone and talk to her first. I’ll get your approval of her first before I bring her out, but I’m not spoiling my secret. And for the record, this is our treat for you. It’ll be our pleasure to do this. Both Carolyn and I think you’re the greatest guy ever. I guess from yesterday, you can tell we prefer women to men, but we’d do you in a heartbeat. Nicely, of course. No rough stuff, unless you want to try some.” Rachel teased.

Damn am I ever tempted to have a session with these two honeys.

“I’d really love to, but I’m committed to being with my sweetheart only. If she was into it, that would be a different matter all together.” I added that for some interest.

“Do you think she would?” Rachel was prying a little.

“To tell you the truth, she’s never given me the slightest indication she swung that way. I have absolutely no idea if she would or wouldn’t.” I answered as truthfully as I could.

“Hmmm, I bet if Carolyn and I had a chance to talk to her, she’d be naked and fucking us all in less than an hour.” Rachel laughed loud as she said it.

I sit and wonder if she’s right.

I let her go and wished them a great day and hoped they were getting through to Bitch that the life she knew was over and start getting used to be a slave and a pain slut. I have little doubt they’ll succeed, I turned the tape back on and Carolyn was still, I guess, tickling Bitch’s cunt, making it pour sap in a desperate need for orgasm. It is really coming out steadily. I amazed at how she does that.

“Let her down now Hon.” Carolyn directed.

Rachel released the lock and it lowered just another click and stopped. Bitch grunted and hissed, but didn’t yell as the plug sank in another inch. Her ass must be screaming right now.

Carolyn continued to tickle and Rachel walked off screen again. I’m sure if she could, Bitch would be begging for them to stop. I’m waiting until she begs them to do it. Rachel is back with a single thong whip/flogger. The thong is braided leather about 1/2″ in diameter and 18″ long. The tip is frayed, but bound an inch up to hold it. That looks nasty. She handed it to Carolyn and she’s using the tip of the handle to play with Bitch’s cunt. The handle was wet in seconds with sap.

Sap, I forgot to ask them to collect more today, shit! One mind, too many things to think of at one time. Hey, I’m only human, right? Okay, I’ll try to curtail my thoughts.

There wasn’t much left to go in, maybe two or three clicks more and Bitch was showing definite signs of exhaustion and the fight going out of her. It might help her to not fight it and accept it, relax and just let it happen. Carolyn nodded to Rachel and then click, pause, click and Bitch’s head flopped back and her mouth opened as the plug found another inch inside her ass to fill. I can’t really see it, but a river of liquid is running along the floor from under Bitch’s cunt and she must be pouring it out. Still, I’m amazed.

Carolyn’s fingers are spreading her cunt open to let it flow more and I see her smiling at Rachel. Rachel is nodding, but I can’t see her face. Bitch is gulping in air and trying her best not to make a sound. The overhead shot is great, but a side view with zoom is what I need right now. Another nod from Carolyn and again, click, pause, click and Bitch isn’t breathing. She’s holding her breath and her face is beet red and trailing down her throat. Her tits look great stuck out like this. Her nipples look rock hard and a dark reddish-brown.

“One more and she’s all the way in, Baby.” Carolyn said somewhat cheerfully.

“Let me know when and I’ll let her know the meaning of pain.” Rachel said back.

Bitch heard that and cried out a little. Just a little mind you.

Carolyn pushed the tip of the flogger into her cunt hard,

“No fucking sound, Bitch.”

A new flow of tears comes out and runs along her cheeks. No more sounds. Just sheer desperation to have this over with so she could cum or stop or anything but this. Carolyn looked at Bitch’s ass and felt it. She turned to Rachel and just nodded. Rachel gave a quick yank releasing the lock and let the rope go. Bitch’s ass sucked up the last of the plug inside her and that was too much. She howled at the violation of her ass, orders be damned.

Carolyn knelt in front of bitch and took the flogger and started to whip the sides of Bitch’s tits and body. I know that was a very sensitive area to hit and the screaming got louder and longer as Carolyn forehanded and backhanded her strokes across the sides and tits.

I loved the way they bounced and swung from side to side in unison whip the strokes.

Rachel went off screen and came back with the plastic tipped zapper. She lay down on the cushion and started zapping Bitch’s clit as Carolyn’s flogger tenderized the sides and tits. Bitch screamed in short bursts as the zapper hit and then Rachel moved it quickly and slid it inside Bitch’s cunt.

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