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My Son’s friends
Part 1
I get to know his girlfriend a little better
Teen, oral, teasing, older male/teen

This is an adult erotic story (or at least it was written as one). If you’re under the legal age wherever you happen to be, don’t like these types of stories, or are close minded, judgmental, ignorant or for any other reason you think these types of stories are disgusting, leave, delete it and go away forever.

This story is all fantasy based on people I do know and an overactive imagination. Obviously I’ve changed names as well as some relationships, and other pertinent data to protect the….. You know the rest.
My name is Brad. I’m 40, about 5’11, in fair shape and happily married for 20 years to Julie, my college sweetheart. Julie is 5’9” 140 lbs, slim with 36C tits, a still firm round tight ass and chestnut hair with just a hint of red. The relationship between my wife and me has always been great as well as open. We have amazing, uninhibited sex whenever either of us wants, and have been known to open our bedroom to a select few very close friends. More on that another time..
Our son Mark is our pride and joy. He’s 18, maintains a 4.0 in his senior year of high school. He’s about 6’4, 250 and very athletic. He also has a girlfriend that seems made for him, Nikki.
Ok, I know what you want, so here’s what I’ll tell you about Nikki. Nikki is also a high school senior, absolutely gorgeous, just turning 18. She’s about 5’4, all of 110 pounds soaking wet and the definition of petite. Of course she is a cheerleader and looks so hot in her little uniform that I can’t stand up for a while when she comes in the house wearing it. She has a tight, firm apple butt, and a pair of amazing 34B pert breasts. When she isn’t wearing her cheerleading uniform, she usually wears skintight shirts that make her nipples stand out and mini skirts that are just below the panty line.
We’ve always had a good relationship with our son and all of his friends. They spend more time at our house than their own and know they’re always welcome.
Mark’s girlfriend Nikki is different. She and I have had a very nice and friendly, although platonic, relationship almost since she started dating Mark, almost a year ago.

I was alone in the living room one day while Mark was out with his friends and Julie was working when Nikki walked in the back door, grabbed and soda and joined me on the sofa. She leaned over and kissed my cheek, looked at me and sweetly reminded me that she thought of me as her daddy. I patted her thigh innocently without looking at her, telling that Julie and I love her too and think of her as one of our kids. I couldn’t help but notice her smooth luscious skin as I removed my hand from her 18 year old leg.
I hadn’t paid much attention to her until that time, and finally glanced over at her. She was sitting cross- legged, facing me. Without trying, and unconciously, I saw right up her very short skirt and into a sexy light blue silky thong. I turned quickly away, red faced, hoping she hadn’t noticed what I obviously saw. If she noticed, she didn’t let on, acting totally normal. My cock had started to stir. It was bunched up in my shorts, and was trying to stretch itself out and sneak down my pants leg. I did the best I could to prevent this, but if she had looked at me, it would have looked like a mouse squirming in my pants. Trying to act as normal as possible, I looked at the TV and avoided turning my head, afraid of the results.
She just kept talking as if nothing was wrong and asked if she could talk to me about “stuff”. Not thinking anything of it, I told her of course, you can talk to me about anything at all.

Chapter 2, Nikki’s Story

She started out by telling me that she had tried to talk to her parents about sex from the time she was 13, but they would just tell her she didn’t need to know anything other than it was a sin outside of marriage. They even refused to let her take Sex Ed in school, a big mistake in my estimation.
I looked at her wide eyed and wondered to myself how parents in this day and age could or would want to avoid having “the talk” with all of their children, but especially teens entering the curious stage. Oh well, it takes all kinds.
She blushed as she told me that even as early as 13, she would feel tingling in her girl thing. I stopped her with a little laugh, told her that if she was old enough to hear about sex, she was old enough to call it by one of its normal, accepted bahçelievler escort names. She blushed a little, looking at me. It was my turn to blush a little as I told her that she should call it a vagina, or pussy, among others, or in some instances, even cunt was fine to use. She just smiled and said, ok daddy.
Nikki then continued her story. Not knowing what these tingling feelings meant and getting worried about it, she did the natural thing for a teenager and asked her best friend, Melissa. Melissa was a year older and well developed for her age. She also had a much better grasp on what the tingling meant and what to do about it.
One night during a sleep-over, Nikki told Melissa that she had watched an R rated movie while her parents were out of the house. The movie had a hot scene with the naked girl and boy kissing passionately and rubbing their hands all over each other and Nikki started feeling that tingly sensation again. Melissa giggled softly and told her that it meant she was sexually excited and needed to take care of it.
Not quite sure what she meant, Melissa started to try and explain masturbation to the naïve teenager. She then told Nikki she would teach her how to remedy that tingly feeling.
Melissa instructed Nikki to take off her old fashioned and boring pajamas. Melissa herself didn’t usually wear any type of night clothing to bed and was now just in her bra and panties. Her bra must have been old because it was obviously at least 1 size to small, and her panties were little boy shorts that hugged her teenage cunt. Melissa quickly removed her bra and her ample tits bounced out like they were gasping for air. Her Areolas were a dark brown with nipples that looked like hard pencil erasers. She then wiggled out of her tight panties.
Although she hesitated for a minute, Nikki did as she was told, and removed her pajamas. Now both girls were sitting there stark naked. Until now, the only time Nikki had seen another naked girl was when they showered after gym class, and she certainly couldn’t stare at another girl for fear of being labeled a dyke or something.
Both girls sat on the bed cross-legged facing each other. Nikki studied her friend’s body, fascinated at the obvious differences between the two. Melissa, at 14, had larger breasts than Nikki, already a 36C cup compared with her own 32B. Continuing her visual examination down from there, it looked like her pussy lips were longer and looser than her own and some of the insides were exposed past the lips. She also had shaved herself and only had a landing patch over her pussy lips. Just looking at her friend made her own pussy tingle and she could feel moisture forming.
Nikki’s own pussy lips were smaller and closed tight together unless she was excited. Then they would open a little, almost inviting some kind of action. She also shaved her pussy, mainly because of cheerleading and had no hair at all anywhere around it.

Melissa instructed Nikki to watch closely and do what she did. Nikki glanced over at Melissa nervously and saw as she moved her own hand to her vagina. Nikki blushed furiously and gasped at her friend’s actions. Other than cleaning herself, she had never touched her, or anyone elses, private parts.
Melissa started lightly rubbing up and down the lips of her pussy lightly, moaning as she opened up her pussy lips. Nikki saw that moisture was also forming in Melissa’s pussy and was in fact starting to drip onto her leg and down to the bedding. Melissa kept rubbing, building up speed and intensity and finding her clit, rubbed it, gently at first. She obviously was enjoying the activity. Nikki watched intently, as Melissa started breathing faster and watched as she threw her head back, eyes close and mouth open in an almost silent scream. Without warning, Melissa started shaking, her breath ragged as she started a massive orgasm. Hissing “YESSSSSSSSSSSS, I’M CUMMMMMMMMINGGGGGGGGG, UNGGGGGGHHHHHHHHH, and finally a satisfying AHHHHHHHHHHH”. When she was done, she took her now soaked fingers out of her mouth, licked them off sensually, sat up and looked at her friend with sleepy, sexy eyes. She simply said, OK, Nikki, your turn.
Nikki’s own pussy started getting more tingly than she had ever been and tentatively mimicked her friend’s actions. She moved her hand down to her own barely teenage slit. The tingling feeling started to get stronger, and although it sort of made her a little nervous, it bakırköy escort also felt amazingly good. After a minute, she pushed her finger slightly into her own pussy, moaning and shaking as she felt things her 13 year old body had never felt before. She was so wet that she thought the seeping lubrication was a little pee. Melissa assured her it wasn’t and started instructing her on what to do with her fingers.
She was using one finger, just rubbing up and down the lips of her leaking pussy. She had done this much before while alone and while it was a pleasant feeling, she thought there should be more. Melissa, sitting there watching intently with widening eyes, told her to push her finger in and pump in in and out. Nikki looked down at her hand and tentatively pushed a finger into her cunt lips.
As she looked at her pussy, she noticed in awe that her lips were a little puffy and were opening up on their own for her finger. As she pushed her finger in a little, the tingling sensation she felt got stronger. Melissa noticed that Nikko had her finger in only about an inch. Without a word to her friend, she leaned over and, pushing the back of her hand, pushed her finger all the way in. Nikki gasped and froze. Melissa laughed and told her to keep pumping. As Nikki did, she started leaking more and more and the feelings got even stronger. All of a sudden, Melissa told her to put in another finger. Nikki looked at the girl in shock and said “two finger”, really? Melissa nodded and Nikki again followed instructions. “OHMYGOD OHMYGOD OHMYGOD” mouthed the 13 year old, “THIS IS FUCKING AMAZING.” As she started moving her hand in and out faster, Melissa told her to stop. Shocked and confused, Nikki looked over at her friend. Melissa then breathlessly said, “play with your clit, I can see it from here. It’s the little bump at the top of your pussy.”

As she rubbed towards the top, she found her clit. She almost forgot to breathe as the warm feelings started to multiply 100 fold. The result was immediate and extreme. Just as she started to rub across her little bump, she exploded in an orgasm so intense, she collapsed on her bed, screaming and writhing. She was so loud that Melissa had to jump on her and cover her mouth before her parents barged into the room.
When it was all over, Nikki looked over at Melissa and stared at her as her friend said “and that, laughed Melissa, is how you take care of those tingly feelings by yourself”. She then went on to explain it’s even better when someone else does that and more for you. Nikki barely heard her, still trying to recover from her first and mind blowing orgasm.
She also went on to tell me that she and Melissa and eventually one of her other friend’s, Sarah, would experiment on each other.
The one story she relayed to me was the time she and Sarah were laying on the bed masturbating themselves while laying next to each other. Nikki’s legs were spread and her knees were in the air. She had lifted her pussy and ass in the air and was furiously finger fucking herself when Sarah, without warning slid between her legs, lubricated her finger on Nikki’s copiously leaking pussy and stuck her finger in the unsuspecting teen’s ass.
Nikki’s eyes widened, not fully understanding what was happening. No one had ever touched her down there, especially her asshole, but there was Sarah, sliding her finger in and out. She at first yelped with a little pain as the intruding finger found its way past the knuckle, now she was moaning and lost in immense pleasure, feeling her impending orgasm build. Suddenly and without warning, Nikki didn’t just orgasm, she exploded in a torrent of squirting cum, spraying her friends face, like a faucet. She had never squirted before and didn’t even know it was possible. She thought she had peed on her friends face and started shaking and crying.
Sarah was stunned but quickly realized it wasn’t pee. Some of it had inadvertently landed in her mouth and she unexpectedly ended up tasting her first girl-cum. She squirmed up and hugged her friend and while comforting her, told her it wasn’t pee and in fact didn’t taste bad at all. She even scooped up some from the puddle beneath her and fed it to Nikki. Nikki just sucked the other girl’s fingers, cleaning them off from the gooey sticky, but not unpleasant tasting liquid. Hmm, not bad, said Nikki.
I just sat there in amazement, and I think I actually stopped breathing. Trying to be nonchalant başakşehir escort and detached to her story was out the window! My 10” cock heard the whole story and managed to wiggle itself right down the leg of my shorts and its purple, angry, leaking head had managed to make a visible appearance. I didn’t realize this until Nikki looked over at me, gasped loudly and covered her mouth with her hand. “OHMYGOD, she almost shouted. It’s HUGE!”
I looked down, realized what happened and immediately covered it with my hand. I then stood up, excusing myself and almost ran to the bathroom to fix things. By fixing things, I stood there, dropped my shorts and hand-fucked myself until I felt my entire body tighten, screamed silently and released a torrential stream of cum. It took all of two minutes, but an additional five more to breathe normally and stuff my now satisfied cock back into my shorts. I then sheepishly rejoined Nikki in the living room.
She was sitting there smiling like the cat that swallowed the canary! Looking at me all innocently she asked what’s wrong. I just looked at her in shock, the little 18 year old had done that all on purpose.
I laughingly said “you little bitch, remember turnabout is fair play.” She laughed and simply said, “anytime daddy, anytime.”
She then uncrossed her legs, leaned forward and kissed the outside of my shorts, right on top of my resting cock.
She got up off the sofa, stretched that lithe little body and informed me she had to get home for dinner. She walked over to me, hugged me tightly, making sure her tits rubbed against my chest and said, and unexpectedly stuck two of her fingers into my mouth, then pulling them out. She winked at me and said “see you later daddy.” Once again, I stood there stunned, and then realized that I was tasting her 18 year old pussy juice. The little slut did herself while I was in the bathroom. Holy Fuck!
I stood there in silence, stunned, not knowing quite what to feel or say or do. What just happened, I asked myself. Just then, I heard a car pull into the driveway and looked at my watch. It was almost 6:00, my wife was just getting back from work.
As Julie walked into the kitchen, she looked at me with a puzzled look on her face. Is everything ok, she asked? You look like you got run over by a truck, twice! My shirt was half out of my shorts, my zipper was half down and there was an wet trail that a blind man couldn’t miss. I just told her it was a very interesting afternoon and I needed to talk to her, in the bedroom, NOW! I then grabbed her hand and just about pulled her towards the stairs.
She looked at me like I had two heads, just said ok and proceeded upstairs to our bedroom. As soon as we were in there, I closed the door, grabbed her while she looked at me stunned, but smiling. Without even thinking about it, I bent her over the bed, lifter her work dress over her back, ripped off her panties, dropped my shorts and unceremoniously plunged 9” of hard, angry cock into her cunt. She gasped, caught her breath and then started to push back.
We had always been lucky because Julie was one of those lucky women that was lubricated almost all the time. She tried to look over her shoulder at me questioningly and as well as she could, asked “what the fuck brought this on?” I just grunted, “Later babe, this won’t take long.”
I felt her start to tense up and true to her usual reaction, started to cum on my cock. I felt the warm fluid cover my cock and that started my own reaction. Within 2 minutes, I loaded what felt like a quart of my juice in her tight box.
We both collapsed on the bed, breathing starting to return to normal. She cuddled up to me and said, “ok, what was that all about, not that I’m complaining.” I proceeded to tell her the entire story with Nikki. She sat there as I had, wide eyed and in silence. It also got her horny again, just as it did me. As I was finishing the story, Julie pushed me until I was laying on my back. She was just tickling my spent, slimy cock lightly, looked at me and asked me if I fucked her! I looked at her, smiling, and told her that I had in fact not touched her at all. “WHY NOT”, she asked, in mock surprise. I told her that I was waiting until next time, when Nikki could join the two of us and learn the right way.
Julie just looked at me, told me I’m evil and an old pervert, and then proceeded to put my cock in her hot wet mouth. She did this for about a minute, pulled her mouth off, wiping it with the back of her hand. She then smiled, got up, and told me there may be more later, if I’m a good boy!
The end, for now!
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Back in the day, the early 1980’s to be precise, I was badly in need. In need of a job, to be more specific. These were times of prosperity for most. The Dow had recently hit 2000, which was a record. The economy was booming and would continue to do so throughout most of the decade. Everyone and everything seemed to be doing great, except for me. Being the remarkably perceptive dude he was, my friend Rich sensed my need for employment. He had recently started a small company installing and maintaining telephone systems. The timing seemed perfect for his venture. The Bell system monopoly had been broken not long ago, and every new business needed phones.

Rich’s hiring me was more than his version of helping the poor. I did have some electronics knowledge. I could easily handle a multimeter, a signal tracer and other assorted electronic test equipment I needed to do the job. Plus, I knew Rich for about a dozen years, having met him in grammar school. He knew me for a dozen years and still talked to me, so that was a good start. The job was also good for me in other ways. I was out on the road all day, which I enjoyed. I liked the freedom of not having a boss over my shoulder and I was never the type of guy who liked to be tied to a desk. Going from place to place allowed me to meet a variety of women as well. Heck, I actually enjoyed it so much I thought I’d probably retire from there.

One Friday afternoon things were really slow. I had a service call in the morning and a brief demonstration of a phone system just after lunch. The rest of the afternoon was free. I decided the best way to spend it was to head over to the Go-Go-Rama in Lawrence Harbor. I had just returned from South Jersey and it was getting relatively late in the day anyway, close to three. I perched myself comfortably at the bar, hoping to relieve myself of excess singles burning a hole in my pocket. I wasn’t there more than a half-hour when my pager began to vibrate. This was long before the days of cell phones. I carried a pager so my boss could get in touch with me to inform me of service calls. I went outside the bar and found a pay phone. This was also back when you could find a pay phone that actually worked. I carried a roll of dimes in the console of my ten year old BMW 2002 just for that purpose.

“What up?” I asked very professionally.

“I need you to do a service call at Benson Commodities in West Caldwell,” Rich stated flatly.

Benson Commodities in West Caldwell. I really wasn’t looking forward to this. Jack Benson was the type of guy who wore suits that cost more than most people’s cars. He founded the firm with his brother Steve a couple of years ago and really hit it big in the recent markets. He was also a real prick. A very rich prick, but a prick nonetheless. I really did not look forward to dealing with him on this otherwise pleasant Friday afternoon. I would rather have gone to the dentist. On the bright side, he had a rather hot-looking secretary named Joan. She was an attractive older woman. “Older woman” to me at this time meant she was pushing forty. She was always pleasant ataşehir escort and nice to look at, so there was a bright spot in this darkening cloud passing my way. I hated to have to leave the Go-Go-Rama just as a hot-looking Latina chick who looked like she was part contortionist had just started doing her thing on the pole. ‘I have a pole she can do her thing on,’ I thought to myself.

I got into the BMW and put down the windows as I made my way onto Route 35. It was getting hot in the car and the air conditioner hadn’t worked since the Ford administration. I made my way north towards the Garden State Parkway. The traffic shouldn’t be too bad for a Friday afternoon as I was heading the opposite way of most of the commuters. With any luck I should be there by 4:30.

Just as I predicted, I arrived in West Caldwell at 4:30 sharp. I pulled in the parking lot and parked the car. I grabbed my equipment bag out of the trunk and walked up to the entrance of the rather square glass office building, stopping to admire the black Mercedes 6.9 parked out front. ‘Must be nice,’ I thought.

I made my way onto the mirrored elevator and got off on the sixth floor. I found my way to Joan’s desk. She was looking hot as she tapped away on her IBM Selectric.

“Joan,” I said.

“Alan,” she responded.

“What is the problem, my dear?”

“Jack’s phone isn’t working and he is not pleased,” she explained.

“I didn’t think he would be,” I stated. “I should be able to fix that. Do you think I’ll be able to get in his office?”

“Maybe a little later. Do you really need to?” she asked.

“I’ll let you know. Let me see what I can do.”

I found the main terminal box for the phone system and attached a tone generator to the posts for the wiring to Jack’s phone. I then went back to the area by Joan’s desk with a portable handset and tried to trace the tone. While I was around the corner from Joan’s desk I heard Jack come out of his office. I could not help but overhearing their conversation.

“Joan. I need you to call Carol at the service. I want one Asian girl, one black girl and one blonde. Make sure they are young and I want new girls. I don’t want any girls I had before. Got that?”

“Yes, Mr. Benson,” Joan responded.

Moments later I heard Jack go back into his office. My curiosity got the better of me. I walked over to Joan’s desk.

“Joan, did I hear what I thought I heard?” I asked cautiously.

“Yes, you did,” Joan began with a grin. “Every Friday Mr. Benson gets three call girls from a high-priced call girl service. They come over and do their thing in his office and then he goes home to the wife for the weekend. I phone in the order and they send over their youngest and prettiest girls. He does this every Friday. Let me call ‘the service,’ as he calls it.”

I walked back over to where I was before. I could not help thinking what a lucky bastard. ‘Damn,’ I thought. ‘If I could live like that just one day. What a lucky prick.’

I soon found the problem. The cleaning people must have avcılar escort hit the phone junction with the vacuum cleaner. I had a new one and could probably have it changed within a half-hour or so. As I was finishing up installing the new junction box, I heard Jack come out of his office again.

“Joan, I have to go up to the seventh floor to meet with my brother Steve. He is having one of his emergencies with a big client.”

“OK, Mr. Benson. I’ll be leaving in a few minutes anyway. It is almost five,” she responded.

“Well, have a good weekend. I’ll see you Monday.” Jack said.

“You too, Mr. Benson,” she added.

I heard Jack step onto the elevator. Joan came over to me and spoke.

“I’m leaving now, it is almost five. You’ll be alright?”

“Fine. I found the problem,” I said.

“Great. Mr. Benson will be happy. Have a great weekend, Alan.”

“You too Joan,” I responded.

I finished up screwing down the junction box as Joan walked off. After making certain the wiring was secure, I headed over to Jack’s office. With him in a meeting, I had a chance to check his phone.

I stepped into Jack’s office and was amazed at the spaciousness and beauty. Dark wood paneling and plush carpeting everywhere. I stepped over to his giant leather desk chair. I sat down. What a plush, comfortable chair. ‘This chair probably costs more than my car,’ I thought to myself. I picked up the phone. Sure enough there was a dial tone. ‘Well at least the phone works,’ I thought. Mission accomplished. With the phone in my hand I swiveled the chair around and put my feet up against the dark paneled wall for a moment. It sure felt good sitting in this chair, that’s for sure. Just as I was getting lost in the comfortable surroundings I was startled by someone knocking on the doorframe. Thinking it might be Jack, I quickly turned back around and put the phone down.

“Did I startle you, Mr. Benson?”

In front of my eyes was one of the hottest-looking blondes I have ever had the pleasure of feasting my eyes on.

“Um, no actually I’m just, ah… I’m just…” I started to say something but somehow couldn’t.

Just as the blonde walked into the room, the other two girls filed in. In front of my eyes were three of the hottest-looking girls I have ever seen.

“Actually I’m just, um… I’m just… I’m just…” I was still tongue-tied.

I sat back and took a deep breath.

“Actually I’m just… so glad they sent over such fine-looking women.” I exhaled. “Please come in and close the door behind you.”

“It’s nice to meet you, Mr. Benson. You look a lot younger than I heard,” the blonde continued.

“Ah, yes… um, I’m on a new health food diet. Works wonders.” I was thinking quickly. “Shall we get started?”

“Sure,” the blonde said as the three of them smiled and giggled.

I immediately took off my shirt and shoes. The black girl stood before me wearing only a black lace bra and panties. She unzipped my pants and pulled them down.

“Oh, and a lot bigger than we heard,” she said.

“Yes, alanya escort that health food diet does work wonders.” I was smiling and the girls started to giggle.

As the black girl stood before me, I relieved her of her bra and panties. Before me were two large breasts with huge dark brown nipples. I went to work on them with my mouth as her nipples hardened between my lips. I lifted her onto the desk and proceeded to help the other girls out of their underwear. I removed a white lace bra and panties from the blonde and then proceeded to remove a red bra and panties from the Asian girl, revealing perfect rounded breasts and delicate nipples. I traced circles around her nipples with my tongue as I lifted her by her thighs. While doing this I reclined backwards on the desk. I guided the Asian girl’s thighs to my head as her nearly hairless mound came in contact with my mouth. It reminded me I should probably get Chinese take-out for dinner.

As I started teasing that delicious Asian mound with my tongue, I could see the black girl go down on my now stiff cock while the blonde tended to my balls with her fingers and tongue. After a few moments I could see the black girl get up and then slide her pussy onto my manhood. I peered between the legs of the Asian girl before my face and could catch a glimpse of the black girl’s full bush rising and falling in a steady rhythm on my throbbing cock. The blonde continued her ball duties, using ever-firmer strokes of her tongue as she fingered the area bellow my nuts. I could tell she was fingering herself as well with her free hand, as I could hear her soft moans. Her blonde curls teased my inner thighs with delight as she worked. The black girl started to moan audibly as she tightened her vaginal muscles around my member and worked it like the professional that she was. It was all I could do to keep my mind on the Asian dish before me, her moans also becoming audible as I continued tracing my tongue around her engorged lips and clit. Another moment and I exploded into the black girl, her big black bush bobbing up and down as her large brown nipples danced before me. I pressed the Asian bush into my face as we all came together.

After it was over I helped the girls get their clothes back on. I escorted the escorts back to the elevator and kissed them all goodbye. I quickly made my way back to Jack’s office and picked up the papers and the desk lamp we had knocked on the floor. I tried to make the office look as much like it did before as I could. Moments later I gathered my equipment and headed towards the elevator. Just as I was about to get on, the elevator door opened and Jack stepped out.

“Get everything working, son?” he asked.

“Yes sir,” I said. “The phone is working fine.”

“Good,” he said. “By the way, was anyone looking for me?”

“Um, no sir.”

“Just checking. You did a fine job,” he said as he reached into his pocket and pulled out his wallet. “Here is something for your efforts.”

“Oh thank you, sir.” He had handed me a twenty-dollar bill. It was nice to get a tip “Thank you and have a good weekend.”

“You too.”

I stepped into the elevator with the twenty-dollar bill still in my hand. ‘At least I know how I’ll pay for dinner. Now where can I get good Chinese take-out?’ I thought.

06-14-09

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Music box in hand I moved through the town, ‘how do they not notice that everything is different, that I am more.’ The town was unchanged but for the small shop between two others, one only I seemed to see. Walking in, behind the counter is the crone who owns the small shop, waiting for me.

“Maiden I was hoping to see you this morning,” she smirked gently, “The full moon is past, I see you have brought my box back, were you able to gain her loyalty?”

‘Gaining her loyalty’ was a nice phrase for the events that happened in the cave. Blushing fiercely, “ummm, yes she also marked me, and … I brought back your box.” I had let out quickly, biting my tongue on the details face blazing and feeling stupid standing in front of her. I licked my lips as though her taste was still upon them, trying to find better words for the crone.

“Bring it over Maiden and stop that blundering. It’s time to turn the wheel again if you are ready.” Taking the box from my hands and dragging me to another area of her small shop, this one also was full of wood and rock, not from the sea but from the forest. “Earth is next, find one that calls to you,” gently pushing me forward into the fray.

I smiled at her before starting my search, pine cones, wreathes, grass dolls, again I find I’m drawn to a set of shelving. Though it wasn’t on the shelves, no, I turned the corner and there hanging from the end. Simple yet drawing me ever closer, what looked like a May Day wand, the handle wrapped in a twine instead of ribbons. My hand halfway to picking it up before I asked the crone for permission with my look.

Laughing at me, “Yes you may, though that might be too much for you.” She took a longer sober look at me, “on the other hand you have proven you more powerful than you appear. Yes, take it and head to our grove.”

Gladly I picked it up on her first words but the latter ones drew me back to reason. “The grove, where is that and what will this bring Ma’am?”

Back to her normal smirk, “You will be guided there by listening to the earth, just as you picked here.” Moving back to the counter she handed me a bundle of sage, “Burn this to make your magic circle, tap on the tree to call for the elemental for Earth. One will come to you, but it will not be easy to gain their trust and remember they cannot hurt you in the circle, you can send them away if they become too much to handle.”

“I will try and thank you again for instructing me.” I gave a small curtsy in graduate before fleeing back into the town. Wand and sage in my bag I made my way home to finish this day’s chores before trying to find the crone’s grove.

The sun was descending once I was finished, but still with many summer hours left of light I couldn’t wait any longer. I fled the house away from the sea and into the forest, picking an unknown path that propelled my legs forward. The trees seemed more green and dense, the birdsong sweeter, the earth smelled of leaf decay and things growing.

Lost in the beauty around me I stumbled into an opening, the tree cover giving way to blue sky. Nine trees stood away from the edges of the opening in a great circle: Oak, Rowan, Willow, Hawthorn, Hazel, Apple, Fir, and Elder. I knew I found the grove, it buzzed with energy. I took my sage bundle out from my bag, setting a fire to the tip and letting it smolder. I set my circle large to include all the trees, the spicy scent leaving a trail behind me. Sitting in the middle of the trees I took out the wand looking more closely at it before I decided what to do next.

The wand was simple wood stripped clean of its bark, the thicker end was wrapped not in twine but more like vine smooth to the hand. I could feel it pulling me towards the willow tree, and I knew that it belonged to it. With a deep breath I moved towards the tree under it’s long, trailing branches to the trunk, using the wand to tap it.

Afterward nothing happened, I tapped again more forcefully, again nothing. “Ummmm earth element I ask you to come out, …please.” I look down at the wand in Üvey porno my hand thinking back as if the crone had said to do more; when I brought my eyes back up they met a new pair looking back at me. Screaming I tripped back and landed on my rump, now looking up to her she stepped forward.

“You called forcefully Witch, I am here, what is it that you want?” Standing over me she was stunning, with chestnut hair and caramel skin covered with leaves sewn into a short dress. It was though she was tree come alive; thin with long arms and legs but with a sinewy strength. Although her face was set against me, it was striking in its beauty with her mossy eyes dominating the landscape.

Kneeling up, keeping my eyes set upon her body, “I am sorry for waking you, I was unsure how to go about calling for you.” I held up the wand as an offering, unsure whether she would take it or if I should give it.

She snatched from my hands giving me a hard sneer when I didn’t flinch, “You will be sorry and I think it would do good for you to be more grounded.” She stalked around me the wand dragging through my loose hair lifting it toward her face. “You still smell of the water and don’t think I didn’t notice you’ve been with fire too. Now you come for earth and want me to serve you. I think not witch or are you more of a harpy?” Coming full circle she stood before me staring me down.

Knowing what I said next could make her leave me I decided to take a path unknown. I bent down bowing to her, “While I don’t know much of being a witch yet, I would like to serve you instead, if you would like that… miss?” I looked up with a perked eyebrow and hopefully humble face.

The sneer looked less angry and a glimmer was in her eye, “Mistress I think is more apt, if you wish to serve me, then you will have to please me in every way I require. Nothing will truly harm you, if you want to quit you can banish me away, but I will not come back for you again. You will have to try for another less assuming dryad or whichever elemental that will have you. Do I make myself clear?”

“Yes Mistress, I wish only to serve your need.” The words roll off my tongue easily as though I’ve always said them, as though I always wanted to say them. I found my heart hammering and my core heating at the thought. Crawling forward I brought my head to her willowy legs, asking to kiss with my eyes, but daring not until I was given permission.

“Good witch, now you will only answer when I ask questions to you, or if you wish to banish me.” Her hand smoothed over my head, grabbing onto a mass of my hair she pulls it back sharply. Leaning down she covered my mouth with her lips, tasting subtly sweet I open to her and the kiss deepened. Breaking from me, “you might be more entertaining than I had hoped. I think you should stand before me nude though, as Mother Nature bore you.”

Standing up my legs felt weaker and I small in front of her, unbuttoning my dress I let it slide from my body. Next my shift dropped so that I stood exposed to her eyes raking over my body. I felt pale and weak next to her natural beauty, a ghost to her might.

“Stunning,” my eyes flicked up in hope that I was worthy of her attentions. “Now come to the trunk of the tree, yes stand, rest your face against it.” The slight roughness sends shivers through my body as it grazed my exposed nipples, hardening them. A coil went around my wrist startling me out of my daze, as another found the other wrist. The willow branches tethered me down to the trunk so that I couldn’t break free, I could only ask and hope it would given. I felt wetness at my opening, I liked that I couldn’t get away and I found I wanted to do more.

“Hmmm, it looks like you have been a good little girl for your family, no marks or bruises. Perchance they don’t know what a strumpet you have become, so then I will have to punish you for them,” whispering in my ear as her hand runs down my back and over my behind, I moan through clenched teeth. Quickly her hand goes porno izle and comes back down with a sound spank eliciting a gasp from me. The sting of the hit is quickly diminished replaced with gentle warmth. “You need a warming up before we can use your switch on you.”

Her hand rubbed lightly then again and again rained blows down on my rump, thighs and back, never too hard to make me want to stop her but enough that it pulled my breath away. I could feel my skin burning when she stopped to rub away the pain, “Yes I think you are ready now, harlot witch, for your punishment.”

My mind raced on what she would do to me, but I need not have worried for she demonstrated by using the wand as though it was a riding crop on horse. The first lick jolted me out of my worries and into the rough bark, gasping at the different pain, dancing to the rain of blows. It was sharper than her hands, more bite and targeted. Whipping me on each cheek, down the meat of my thighs, my legs started to shake from the pain, a tear at the corner of my eye.

Her hand gently caressed my backside, feeling the heat she brought from the surface, gliding down her fingers found the wetness at my center. My face blazed nearly as hot as my behind, I had liked the pain that brings her pleasure. Grabbing my face she brought her covered fingers to my lips, unthinkingly I licked myself from them, sucking them clean. Pure lust shone in those mossy depths as my tongue worked, pulling her hand away her lips claimed their spot. Deep, rough she asserted her dominance over me, my pleasure, before pulling away.

“So tasty and so coy when you came to me, now look at you, all need, all want. I fancy a taste of you, now that you’ve shown yourself to be a good harlot witch.” Moving behind me she kicked my legs apart, allowing my sex to show. Embarrassed I hid my head in my arm but she still saw, snickered before kneeling down. I could feel her breath upon me and I found myself pushing back to meet her but finding nothing but air.

Suddenly her tongue lapped from my exposed pebble of excitement up to the far side of my opening, tasting my true self. Groaning from pleasure then I hissing as her nails slid over my beaten skin, as she grabbed while licking me still. The pain and pleasure blurred in my mind as she lapped from my center, my legs tight as bow strings trying to get closer to her, coming closer to my tipping point. My breath a short pant, whining, yearning to find the peak; I feel her growl into me, the vibrations pushing me over into the blissful state of pure delight. As I regain my thoughts my tight legs started to give out and my wrists are freed as I slumped down the trunk.

Sitting upon the ground I turn and without thought to kiss her legs, the insides of her ankles and tops of her feet. “I never gave you permission for satisfaction, as punishment you must bring me to the same point.” Looking up I see a smirk and sparkle to her eyes and know this was part of the game, knowing that I wasn’t disappointing her I smiled back. “Now you should undress me and convince me you aren’t just a harlot witch.”

I pulled her dress slowly down her body, the fabric a gossamer feeling falls easily from my hands. Standing before me nude, she laid me back into the vines, looping around my body. Shifting me back so my head lay flat upon air and branch. Stepping forward it was the perfect height for my head to go betwixt her highs.

” Yes, noisy witch you will serve me then. Do it well or more punishments for you.” Straddling my face I could only inhale her scent, so I breathed deeply my mouth watering for her taste.

My tongue slipped from my lips of it’s own accord seeking hers, sliding up to her sensitive nub. Hearing her muffled moans as she ground on to my face my tongue exploring her folds. I lost myself in her passion, my head vibration with her quivering highs, my breathing only when she allowed it. Soon she screamed in pleasure, my face soaking with her juicing and my spit, before she moved back panting still. Asyalı porno I could only smile that I gave her pleasure, unfortunately that wasn’t the response she wanted. “Oh do you think you did a good job, no you are just my toy to play with, to use.”

She steps back out of my view, her hand sliding over my body, the vines slide over each thigh spreading me wide, rubbing against the welts. “I think you need to shown who’s really in charge, and this wand will help me.”

My body tenses at the thought she will whip my still burning rump. Instead she moves between my thighs, her hand moves up one finding my center. My muscles relax then tense again as she hits the right spot. Up the other leg the wooden wand moved, closer to my opening rubbing the handle against me. “Beg for it witch, tell me how much you want it.”

Whimpering, my voice barely audible, “Please Mistress, use me.” With one motion she slides it in, I moan at the intrusion, the stretch. I can’t move into her the vines taking away my motion, but she instead pushes me back making me swing into her and the wand. I could only move my head from side to side my fists clenching at air as she thrusts into me, the other hand playing with little regard to my wants. Sometimes pinching a nipple, sometimes rubbing my nub, getting me closer but playing a longer game.

“Do you want to find release? Beg me!”

“Please Mistress, please.” I beg over and over loudly to my ears. Finally she upped the rhythm and rubbed my core until by body blazed with energy and finally released sending me over. Still she did not stop or slow bringing waves and waves of pleasure and pain until my mind blanked out.

I feel the ground beneath me cooling my body, warmth beside me gently caressing my skin. Looking over I see her lounging, “I do think you might be entertaining enough to keep and mark, if you are willing to serve. I take care of those in my service… and do so very well.”

My brain catching up with the fact that I was no longer in the tree and finally that she offered to mark the earth upon me, “Yes, please Mistress,” voice breathy still.

Chuckling lowly she found a stick upon the ground and broke it to make a sharp tip. Spreading my thighs once again she gently whispered her fingers across my lips making me hiss and jolt. Laughing outright she quickly cut a triangle on tip under my water symbol same but for a flat line between the tip and top. I could feel the blood seep from the wound but her caresses distracted me greatly from the pain. “Good that pain is nothing to you now that you are mine, you will seek it out and run your fingers over it when you need of me and my talents. Call me with my true name though,” she leaned in close her lips to my ear, “Ómra.” My body quivered at her sensuality, but the dull thudding of my new mark grounding me again. A small smirk and she took a larger branch growing towards us, and stripped a bit of bark off, then wiped my leg clear of blood and it mended at once.

“I don’t think I will get used to this new world,” shaking my head at my three new but fully healed marks.

“It is only new to you my harlot witch, this world is old, very old to us.” She waved her hand toward the other trees and only then did I notice other eyes looking back from them, similar to my dryad but each unique unto themselves. My eyes darted back to my forgotten clothes and then to her. Laughing again, “they have seen many humans but I think they will remember our show for a long while, next time the circle can just include the willow if you prefer.”

At that I just gave in and belly laughed with her and the ridiculousness of the situations I have been in so recently. “Thank you for allowing me to make your day, but now I must return home.” I called out to them, turning to her again, “Thank you so much too for marking me and allowing me to pleasure you as well Mistress.” Kissing her deeply before turning back to my clothes.

Once dressed she took my lips again then stepped back and blended back into the tree again, I removed the circle to free the grove and set back towards home, only half way back before I realized she had placed the wand back into my bag. It had been the only thing left hitting me in the swaying motion of my walk. Each time rubbing a welt reminding me of her more than her mark upon my thigh.

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Deanna and I have been married for nine years now. I will admit to being totally in love with her. She has been a wonderful wife. Deanna never really wanted children even though I did, but I respected her wishes. I am an executive at a large firm here in Texas so I make a great living for us both. Let me tell you about Deanna. She is five foot seven and about one-hundred thrity lbs. She stays fit by swimming and working out. She is very lean and has dreamy long legs. She has beautiful long blonde hair and deep blue eyes. She has a very curvy body and a forty inch bust. In short, she is drop dead gorgeous. It was Deanna’s birthday this past Friday so we went with some of our friends and celebrated.

On the weekends sometimes we would go to the smaller towns around here and look for antiques, Deanna is a fanatic about antiques. My intention was to buy her whatever she wanted no matter what for her birthday present.

When I told her that she just looked at me and chucked a little and said, “Oh you are going to give me a birthday present, it is all arranged and you will know it when it comes.”

We had gone to all the area’s she wanted and found nothing. Well it was about 6:00 in the evening on Saturday and we were driving back to the city. I was a little discouraged because we did not find anything Deanna wanted. We were on the interstate, it was time for gas, and Deanna wanted to get something to drink so we stopped. While I was putting gas in the car, I noticed Deanna was on her cell phone.

I heard her say, “Ok then, it’s all set. Ok great.”

When I finished paying, I was about to get into the car when Deanna asked to drive. She said I had been driving the whole day and she wanted to give me a break. I said ok thinking that she was up to something but I would play along.

When we started driving Deanna started to chuckle and said, “Baby I have a surprise. You’re about to give me my birthday present.”

“Ok,” I thought, “maybe I was going to buy her a new car or something.”

Instead, as we were just beyond the city limits Deanna existed the interstate. As we drove along the access, Deanna pulled into a XXX rated Bookstore. Now this was shocking for me because Deanna never mentioned anything like this. This place sits off the interstate about a half block and it is hidden with trees and stuff so you cannot see it very well. The lot was almost full. As we parked, I asked her if she was sure she wanted to go in here.

She just smiled and said, “Come on you’ll see.”

This place was busy with men and a few women so I thought she would be uncomfortable. When she entered, Deanna walked up Türk porno to the counter where the attendant stood. He looked at her and said everything is ready and the booth is fixed so you don’t have to add tokens.

I said, “Deanna, what the fuck gives?”

She shook her head and said, “Just come Dickless.”

We went up stairs to where there was a whole room full of cubicles and a whole bunch of men eyeing up Deanna as she walked passed. As we approached a cubical, I saw Deanna’s sister Gina there waiting.

Gina grinned at me and said, “All set.”

Let me say that Gina is a police Sgt. and can handle herself in any situation. We walked into one of the cubicles. This thing was larger then I imagined, it was like a very large closet. When my eyes became accustomed to the dark, I saw Deanna and Gina grinning at me and standing next to a camcorder on a tripod with a light.

Deanna just said to me, “Ok Dickless, take off all your clothes.”

This was a different side of Deanna I had never seen before. I looked at her and asked, “Dee, what are you talking about?”

Deanna snapped back, “Just do it because if you do not do everything I say tonight, I promise our marriage I over.”

I stripped and was standing naked in front of Deanna and Gina with both laughing at me. Gina laughed and stated, “Hell, no wonder you’re so bored, look how tiny his cock is. Damn I bet he only has about five and a half inches erect.”

I was very embarrassed because hung I am not. Deanna produced a bag, gathered up all of my clothing, and walked out of the cubical with it. At that time Gina picked up a large belt looking thing and just looked at me.

“Ok Dickless. I am going to have to put these restraints on you. We can do it the easy way which is you let me or we can do it the hard way, which is I kick your ass and do it. Which will it be?”

I am not stupid because I know that Gina is a black belt in the martial arts. She placed the prisoner restraint belt on me that went around my waist and my hands were bound at the sides. When Deanna came back in, she asked, “Did he give you any trouble?”

Gina said, “No, it was just as you figured, a total pussy.”

Deanna stood there and looked at me on my knees all restrained and laughed. She said, “Frank, I don’t regret marrying you, believe it or not I do love you, but your boring and you have a small cock. I need a man that’s really hung, someone that’s packing about ten inches. My birthday present is going to be you understanding what a large cock really is; you’re going to feel it. After all of this, if you want to stay married ok, but you are going to be a cuckolded Dickless husband.” Türkçe alt yazılı porno

I looked at her and asked, “Deanna, what did I do to deserve this?”

“Nothing baby doll. You’re just too boring. We are going to redefine the nature of our relationship and besides this is my way of having fun.”

With that she went to the door, opened it and yelled out, “Ok guys we have a cocksucker here. Whoever wants their cock sucked or wants to fuck, get in line.’

She came back in. I looked at her frightened. “Deanna, this is not funny. Please stop this.”

At this point Gina was almost belly laughing and had the cam on recording all of it. Deanna said, “Well it depends on what side of this you’re on as to it being funny.”

With that three men came in. I yelled, “Deanna, No please.”

Deanna looked at me and said, “Go ahead and scream. There is no one here to rescue you. This is all prearranged.”

The first guy looked at me and laughed, “I need my cock sucked.”

With that he took out what looked like at least nine inches worth of equipment and about as round as a coke can. He placed the head of his cock on my closed mouth. Gina produced a riding crop and struck my butt with it, it hurt but it was not that bad.

Deanna, annoyed with Gina said, “Don’t hit him like that.”

She took the crop out of her hands. Deanna then said, “You have to hit him hard like this.”

She pulled back and swung as hard as she could with the crop hitting me on my butt. The pain was searing when I screamed in came the cock. She then said, “You better put some effort into it or you will get more.”

I never thought of myself as being gay but I knew Deanna was serious, I started sucking his cock. After a few seconds I heard the man say, “Oh yeah, you suck cock good.” He grabbed my head and started fucking it.

The girls started cheering, “Oh Yeah baby, fuck that mouth of his.”

Then a few seconds later I felt his cum explode in my mouth. This time Deanna grabbed my balls and squeezed and hissed, “Drink it faggot. I have been drinking yours for a while now.”

I did what I was told. The next guy came up, looked at the girls and asked, “Can I do his ass.”

The next thing I know I was on my knees with my face on the floor looking to the side with my butt in the air and felt his cock starting to be pushed up my ass. Thank God. They use some type of lubricant. Damn he was huge and he started to pump. It was painful and I could not help the tears and groaning in pain. Gina in the mean time was recording all of this.

This guy said, “Damn he is almost as good a pussy.”

Deanna porno who was setting on the bench close by reached over and patted my butt, “Yeah he is my other pussy.”

Not long after that, he flooded my insides. They came in one at a time. Occasionally I would feel the sting of the crop on my butt for not sucking hard enough. One by one, I had to suck cock or take it up my butt. I lost count as to how many but I was covered in cum and had drunk what seemed like a gallon of it.

One man got up there and just as he was getting reading to put it in my mouth he said, “Damn, wouldn’t you know it’s my turn and I got to pee.”

Gina piped up and said, “That’s ok, he’ll drink it.”

With a smile on his face, he put his cock in my mouth and started to pee. Deanna just laughed and said, “Remember, drink all that piss, every drop or you will get more of this.”

She held up the crop. I swallowed all the pee and when he was done and had cum in my mouth and left, Deanna walked over there and sat on the bench next to where I was on the floor.

As I lay on the floor groggy, I heard her say, “Frank, you’re a great husband but our lifestyle is going to change. From now on, you do every thing I tell you. You are my slave or cuckolded husband whatever you want to call it. If not or if you give me any trouble then every friend of yours including your parents and family gets a DVD of you getting it up the ass and sucking cock. You decide.”

With that, Gina released me. It took a while before I could get up and walk. It felt as if I had been beaten up hard. I asked Deanna for my clothing. She laughed and said, “Oh they are in the trunk of the car. Come on you can go like that. People won’t mind.”

With that, I was forced to walk outside of the booth and through the store naked with all the people (men as well as women) in the store looking at me covered in cum, being further humiliated. The girls just walked with me and laughed, everybody laughed. I was forced to get into the backseat naked with the girls in the front.

As Deanna started the car, she continued to laugh and said, “I am going home to watch the whole thing on TV. I am going to savor every minute of that.”

Well Gina has moved in and now I am a slave to the both of them. I work at the office but when I am off, I tend to the girls. Every weekend part of my duty is to bathe both of them and get them ready for their dates. When they get home I have to eat their pussies out and clean and swallow all the cum. They said that since I like cum so much that they want me to have it all. In the mean time, I have been shaved of all body hair. The only way I can have an orgasm is to sit on the floor and jerk it in front of them and I am made to cum in a glass and drink my own cum now. Deanna says that no cum will ever be wasted anymore, when I am around. On occasion if she is mad at me Deanna will take, me to the Bookstore and I have to suck and fuck some men in front of her. On my birthday, she even let a guy suck me off.

That is my life now . . . and I love it.

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Carelessly, clumsy, and dripping with sex appeal, my baby walked in through the front door with a dazed look on her face. I went to warm her up; she wanted to fuck. Though the scent of winter persisted on her coat, I could smell her yearning pussy, wet and moist, reeking of sweet, tangy copper on a summer day.

My baby never wore nail-polish, so when she locked the door behind us, I was quick to notice the darkened edges of her middle finger. She was on her period this week, no doubt, toying with herself like a bitch in heat, fingering herself off over and over, leaving her nail with a thick coating of pussy and blood, so much that she wasn’t able to wash off the residual remnants stuck to her skin.

Slightly misshapen from the outside drizzle, but all the more beautiful, my lover looked good. Her lips were chapped, accentuating their full, rounded edges, emphasizing the ruby-red color she wore. Today, she was in a form-fitting uniform; Slacks, a silk shirt, heels; clothing I knew she would never be caught buried in. An interview, or an event of some sorts must’ve retained her in their professional glitz. I almost laughed out loud, but I couldn’t deny the uncontrollable swelling occurring in my balls and my cock, stirring me with desire.

Often we’d go days, weeks, without breadth of communication, only the knowledge of a tacit reconciliation keeping us connected. My girl was never one to call beforehand, and definitely wasn’t going to leave a message. Sometimes, we wouldn’t be having a conversation at all. When she did show up after an uncharted period of departure, she didn’t bother ringing the doorbell. Light knocks to a rhythmic tapping of her choosing was enough to grant my baby an invite into my home, imposing her free-will into my life.

You see, my baby is an artist, with plenty of free time on her hand. She doesn’t live within the confines of sunshine, but through her hyperactive senses. She lives through her art, often letting it become her, consume her, her accomplishments designed to work as her muse. But most of all, she was slut. A true slut. My slut. A slut that couldn’t wait, a slut with a head start; spending days at a time holed up in her studio, watching herself in the mirror, cumming to her fantasies, bringing them to life, spending hours lulling, crying, screaming, laughing, analyzing her feelings through hues and pigments of color. After her fits, she would come back to me, pussy chapped and swollen, an air of disappointment lingering above her. Her indecision gave me a nice, comfortable spot in her life- and between her legs. When she was with me, she was assuaged by my ability to assure her that it was okay to be who you truly were: An uncontrollable, insatiable, undeniable slut.

If I was to choose the thing I love most about my baby, it’d be her devotion. If she had it her way, she would suck my cock every moment of every day, burrowing her senses through my pleasure. When I tell her to play with her pussy, she lies in a puddle Gay porno of her own juices, like a child in candy land. If I told her to lick my cum off the ground, the intensity in her eyes would pierce through me as she lowered her lips to the floor, tongue searching for every last glob she could swallow. My baby has never said no. I knew how to play my baby like a fiddle; She likes to be stroked behind her shoulder; She likes to be kissed on her neck; She loves to feel my warm, hard cock outline her ass, before slipping into her pussy from behind. Even in pitch black space, I know my baby’s every curve and movement. She thrived off my touch, my praise.

Sometimes, she’s all rainbows and sugar. Other times, she is stubborn and demanding. Today, she was neither. My woman nonchalantly circled my apartment for a while, fingers lightly pressing up against inanimate objects, as she, lost deep in thought, subconsciously observed the room. Her fingers touched walls, wood, furniture, and I awaited, patiently, her awareness. “Hey,” I said after a few minutes of complete silence, but before bothering to greet me back, I watched as her eyes focused from nothingness down to my cock, and a slow, small smile spread across her lips, quickly dissolving into a tinge.

“Happy to see me?” She asked with a hint of condescendence, now circling in place, looking like an inane adult in skillful clothing. My dick ached. I hadn’t seen my baby in over a week, you see.

“You look different.”

“Professional.”

“Sure,” I agreed in an attempt to lighten her mood, “What’s the occasion?”

She blew air out of her mouth, the slicked-back ponytail she wore now deterred wisps from sprawling all over her face, and sat down on my bed with dazed eyes.

“What’s the point?” She asked. I walked over to her, readying myself. I knew some deeper, unnecessary realization was bound to be disrupting my baby’s soul, so I sat down next to her and I held her neck.

“What’s what point?” I said, leaning in closer, inhaling her shoulder blades. Today, she smelled like lilac.

“This,” a gloom had overtaken her, and her eyes went beyond my bed, into the mirror directly across us. My lamp was casting a soft, orange hue onto her pale skin, as she bundled into my chest, and I caught sight of myself leaned over with her neck in hands, fingers toying with the looser part of her hair. I turned away from the spectacle.

As my body shifted, she shifted towards me, wanting my attention, frustrating as all women are. Spoiled brat, I thought to myself, both admiring and desiring her infantile humor.

At once, she stood up off me and began unbuttoning her shirt, watching herself in the mirror. First, she ran her fingers across her chest as she slipped off the silk. She gazed her reflection; scrutinizing herself as she would a piece of art, stroking her skin in ecstasy. She unzipped her slacks, and I watched them waterfall off her hips in Hd porno smooth transition. I weakened at the way she unraveled her unruly hair, and ran her fingers through the roots. I was fixated on her, her lace bra and skimpy thong, until her eyes complied with mine, and she let me into her personal intimacy.

She pulled me into her, and she, with a tear in her eye, kissed me with the intensity of a thousand lovers.

“I don’t know if there’s a point,” She whispered in depressive tease. She sniffed, brought her tongue into my mouth, as though she was searching for some hidden life secret, grasping onto the sensations. I was used to her childish moodiness. She was erratic, unconventional, and refused systematic order. My baby didn’t know how to be fully happy. She would sometimes be affected by the emotion, but understanding happiness simply wasn’t possible in her world. At the end of her crises, she often realized the only thing keeping her balanced was my cock buried deep within her, and my acceptance for who she truly was, all broken and smiles.

I kissed her everywhere. From her lips, to her neck, to her breasts, her stomach, her hips, her legs- I told her, “Let me make you feel good,” enjoying the smell of her lust, strengthening every lick I left her on thighs. There always came a point when my baby would no longer be able to control her slutty instincts. When she could no longer handle my murmurs of tease onto her delicate, raised skin, she pulled me upward, bucking my hips into her.

Not yet, I thought, holding back a chuckle at her enthused, slutty nature. Her previous gloom, long abandoned underneath the moans and pants that seemed to dispel throughout her body sounded like laughter in my ears.

“You want this cock?” I whispered, cocking my head to one side, grabbing baby’s hair. She nodded and eagerly shifted her pussy into me, fishing for my cock head.

“Open your eyes,” I said forcibly. She obliged. “Why do you deserve this cock?” I asked, and she was back to kissing me, making love to me with her tongue. She guided me onto my back and I watched her transform into my personal slut. Scooping her hair to the side, she lowered her mouth onto my pelvis, softly kissing my balls, then my shaft, whispered, “Because it’s mine,” before she took my whole dick into her mouth, prodding the back of her throat. After a few moments of intoxication, her serpentine figure curved upwards, breasts perky and arched, and she lowered her tight pussy onto my dick.

“Bend over,” I said, and she uncoiled alongside her shadow, held her knees apart and closed her eyes, waiting. I pushed into my girl expecting to be met with silk-soft tissue, but instead, she felt rough. Used.

“Ah,” I exhaled, adjusting inside her, “I see you’ve been having fun, haven’t you?”

She moaned, “Yes,” and pushed her pussy juices onto me, squirt and thick, white coating all over my cock.

“How many this week, slut?”

“Just Hdabla porno one.”

“Who?”

“A guy named Jared.”

“What did he do to you, slut?”

“First he ate my pussy,” My cock swelled inside her.

“You let him eat your pussy, slut? Do you know him well?”

“Not well,” She admitted, biting her lip in pleasure, “I just couldn’t take it anymore.”

“Couldn’t take what?”

“I was so fucking horny.”

“So you fucked the first man available?”

My baby surprised me by shaking her head no.

“He was my second choice,” She lifted her eyes up to me, daring me to question her freedom.

“No surprise there slut,” I didn’t skip a beat, and neither did my cock. Though my heart ballooned with a jealous longing to keep her restrained, I knew her pussy was to be shared, the same way you would a juicy, dirty secret.

My slut didn’t live her life in secrets. She was passed around town willingly, openly and most of all, proudly. “You always were so gracious with that communal cunt of yours.” Her cunt, expelling liquid in agreement, pushed me out of her, and she licked my cock clean before earnestly opening her ass cheeks apart, practically begging me to shove my dick inside. I teased the surface of her asshole with aesthetic strokes, watching her skin contract and expand in haphazard gaps.

“After he ate my pussy for a bit,” She said, slightly muffled by the pillow she lay her cheek upon, “I told him he could fuck my face.”

I retaliated by thrusting inside my baby over and over, bringing her close to her first peak of the night, “You love sucking your cock.”

“I do,” She sighed in gratified agreement, her asshole’s walls tightening over my dick. “I love sucking c- cock.” Her moans and breath hitched, becoming sporadic in their lilt; I fucked her harder.

“You would suck my cock for the rest of your life if you had the chance, wouldn’t you?”

“Yes,” She panted in agreement with me and my question.

“And you’re going to suck my cock dry tonight, aren’t you?”

“God, yes.”

“None of this depressed, existential bullshit. The only reality is that you’re a washed up slut who’s been passed around town, and my cock is your safe haven,” I tugged at her ponytail, “Got it?”

She began to form words, but before she could master a sound, my baby’s vocal cues turned into indistinct, scaled-pitches, as I helped her ride out her first orgasm all over my cock. She came, hard, and stirring to the rhythm, her heartbeat and mine in perfect unity. I adjusted myself, sitting upright, my baby’s lips lingering over mine, as she liberated her final pants of pleasure.

We sat in silence for a minute, and she dropped her head on my shoulder, letting herself recoil from her first come-down. I stroked her hair, not daring to move before she did. I listened to her breathing, studied it’s pace. I squeezed her tight. At first, she didn’t lift herself out of my grace, allowing herself to be cherished and embraced. Softly, quietly, all at once, my baby shifted as she lifted her face up to mine, grabbed my cheeks and brought me into her.

“My turn,” She whispered, the lament insufficiency now overtaken by blaze of purpose.

There’s my slut, I smirked, and I let my baby work her magic.

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At my favorite high-end lingerie store in the city, they employ almost exclusively tall, beautiful women with bodies that are easy to imagine lounging around in their wares-round, perky breasts that bump up against you when they’re measuring your cup size and asses that are high, tight and invariably clothed in an expensive pair of La Perla panties. When I walk in, a gorgeous young blonde smiles at me from behind a counter and asks in a voice huskier than I would have predicted if she could be of any help to me today.

I smile back and think of you, and the assignment you whispered to me on the phone this morning. “Buy something red.” The words still dance on the edge of my consciousness, tickling me in places I want to tell you about later.

I indicate part of a new collection that has been put on display since the last time I visited, and she nods. “Oh yes,” she says, grinning. I pick up a dark red bra and feel the smooth contours of it between my fingers. I smile in spite of myself, thinking about your hands finding the material, taking in its luxurious feel for a moment then tearing it off of me with a hungry growl.

“Do you need any help with that?” the blonde asks as I take the bra and its matching panties towards the fitting rooms. For a brief moment, I imagine her and me in various states of undress behind the velvet curtain, my mouth on her pretty, pink nipples while I finger her into submission on her lunch break. But then I pinch myself. I’ve made a promise to you, and I intend to keep it.

I call that I’m fine on my own, and find myself staring at the full-length mirror, about to slide out of my skirt. I hear the phone ring out throughout the shop, and the salesgirl’s voice, which is suddenly higher and not husky at all, sounds stressed. “Fifteen minutes!” I hear her sputter into the phone, then hang up. In an instant, she is just outside the curtain. She is so close that I can smell her perfume-jasmine with other floral notes-and the scent makes me heady for a moment. I pinch myself again.

“I’m sorry to have to do this, but I have a small emergency,” she says. “Are you okay alone here for a little bit?” I smile at myself in the mirror. They know me here, and I am trusted to be alone with all this expensive lace and silk. “Of course,” I reply, and begin to remove my top. In the mirror, I see an attractive redhead with alabaster skin and deep green eyes, wearing nothing but a pair of black stockings. I hear the door close and take the red bra from the hanger, safe in the knowledge that I am completely alone in this little shop, and that I am carrying out your assignment to the letter.

As I’m clasping the bra behind me, I hear the door open again. The salesgirl must’ve have forgotten something, I think. But then I hear footsteps heading towards the fitting room. I gasp a bit under the flattering light, half naked and feeling more than a bit vulnerable.

In an instant, a large hand sweeps the curtain back. In the mirror, I see your face staring back at my image, your eyes wild and piercing. Upon meeting your gaze, I feel a familiar warmth spreading between my legs. I am incredulous, and instantly aware of your body and my body in this small, enclosed space.

“But…how? You’re supposed to be at work-” I start, but you cut me off by placing a hand on my left shoulder, your eyes never leaving mine.

“Shhhh,” you whisper closely to my ear, sliding your fingers along the left strap of the red lace and then pulling it from my skin slightly, letting it snap back against my pale skin, where it will undoubtedly leave a mark.

I turn around to smile at you, but you square my shoulders back so that I’m still facing the mirror with just enough force that I know I shouldn’t try it again. Your beard tickles me as you tilt my head back and kiss the spot where my neck meets my shoulder. We are still maintaining eye contact in the mirror, taking in this small, barely clad woman and this strong, tall, fully-clothed man behind her. I open czech porno my mouth to say something, but you respond by biting me hard in the same spot you just kissed. As your teeth sink into me, I instinctively grab for your hand. You bat me away and slide your hands along the silk of my panties, sending them to the ground in a flourish. Seconds later your large hands are unclasping the bra, and I gasp.

“We won’t be alone for long,” I whisper, a slight panic rising in me. You grin, a look of pure mischief crossing your features.

You say my name, slowly and deeply, in a tone that I’ve come to adore and slightly fear for the power that it has over me. “You know you’re not supposed to worry about that,” you nearly coo. “You had a job, and you’ve done it. My good little girl.” Your words are soft and kind, but your hands are suddenly rough as you position my arms above me, palms on the mirror. My breasts are exposed, my pussy is glinting wet underneath the lights, and I feel you stiffen against my back. You are so much taller than me; your cock grows harder against my back and I feel a second wave of panic, mixed with a light-headed and intense desire.

“I’m not sure we have the time-” I venture, and before I can finish my thought, your hand swats my round, bare ass. Hard. Your look, reflected in the mirror, is stern.

“Don’t speak again,” you mutter. “Good little sluts should be quiet and let me worry about things. Are you a good little slut?”

I start to say yes, but think better of it and just nod, slightly. “Good girl,” you say, squeezing my tits hard, for emphasis. I moan involuntarily, louder than I should, and your hand is back on my ass, fingers spread, filling the small area with the sound of flesh on flesh.

“Your ass is getting really red under these lights,” you say, in a tone that I would describe as appreciative. “Almost as red as the lingerie I told you to buy.”

I giggle, biting my lower lip to keep myself from responding. I hear your pants unzip, and suddenly, I feel your hard, thick cock against my skin. Instinctively, I move my hand towards my pussy, to quiet the pulsating rhythms that are flooding through it, but you shut me down completely.

“No,” you growl. “That is mine. All of this,” you wave a hand over my tits, pinching my already stiff nipples. “Is mine.” To punctuate the statement, you take your index finger and shove it into my pussy. Perhaps you want it to hurt a little, but I am so drenched that it slides in perfectly. I watch your eyes in the mirror, and can tell you are surprised to feel that I am already so ready for you. You wiggle that large finger inside me for a moment, getting it very wet with my juices, then bring it to my mouth.

“You know what to do, my good little slut.” My eyes never leaving yours in the mirror, I take your finger slowly onto my tongue, tasting my salty sweetness, all there for you. Your cock twitches against me in response. I lick it long and deeply, wanting to taste all of me, wanting you, wanting this.

Forcefully, you spin me around so that I’m finally facing you. Your cock cannot be ignored between us, hard and now glistening its intent to fuck me here, in this not so private place, in the middle of an afternoon. You take my head in your hands and kiss me long and hard. Your tongue is probing me, sucking all of the residual wetness from my pussy, and I can’t believe how turned on I am at this moment.

You must sense my willingness to surrender in how I’m meeting your kiss with my own reckless abandon, exploring your mouth, biting lightly on your tongue, expecting—and getting—a harder bite on my own as an answer. Your hands wander down to my soft breasts, my nipples growing tauter and tauter as you flick them and pinch them and generally abuse them for your own amusement. I flinch in divine pain, and I feel myself opening up between my legs, longing.

“I want—” I start to whisper, but you cut me off with a doeda porno finger to my lips. The same finger that was just in my cunt, and still faintly smells of me and my excitement. This only makes me want all of you, more.

“I know exactly what you want.” And then you say my name again. I shudder against you while you take my nipple between your lips. Instinctually, I grab for your cock, wanting nothing more than to hold a part of you physically in me, and you smack my hand back in a way that leaves me chastened, but not deterred. I want that thick cock inside me; I want it to wreck me from the inside and leave me in a heap on this floor, contemplating this sweet mystery of pain and pleasure that we seem to inhabit.

I feel a sharp pain on my left breast where you bite down, then proceed to suck me tenderly—an apology of sorts. And then suddenly, you’re pushing the whole of your body against me, slamming my back into the mirror with such strength that for a second I worry that it might fall from the wall. My eyes widen and meet yours, which stare back at me with a hunger that nearly destroys me. You’re grinning slyly as you push my thighs apart, and then you’re on your knees in front of me. Your beard tickles my smooth pussy, turning it red from friction. You want to tease me but I want so badly to feel your mouth on me that I grab your head and try to bring you in closer. I need to feel that skilled tongue on my clit, lapping, sucking, fucking me until I can’t remember where I am. I know this is wrong, that you won’t like this, but my need is too great to stop me. You react with a disapproving growl and are instantly on your feet again, clutching my tiny wrists above me against the mirror in one strong hand, and using the other to maul my breasts, pinching them so hard that the marks appear instantly. I cry out in pain, and then you whisper my name an inch away from my ear.

“Do you think you deserve my cock?” you purr, rubbing the place that is still stinging and warm. You release my hands, placing my right one around the hard, thick reminder of how much you are also enjoying this. Being able to touch it fills me with a strange sort of power, and I greedily begin to stroke you up and down, afraid you will change your mind. “Does my delicious little cum slut want that inside her?” you tease me, knowing the answer all too well. I bite down so hard on my lip that I might have broken the skin. You notice this, and kiss me tenderly and slowly on the spot, flicking your tongue in a way that sends knowing pulses between my legs. I literally could not be more ready to have you, every inch of you, right here and now.

I don’t need to say anything. You intuit it, brushing your lips against my ear and whispering my name one more time. Your cock is still in my hand, but I need it elsewhere. It’s a blind, naked need that nearly shames me, because I know that if you leave this small space without giving it to me, I will break. I look into your eyes and nod.

And suddenly I am backed against the wall again, my thighs spread powerfully by your legs as you lift me from where I stand. My legs wrap around you tightly and I moan, much too loudly, when you slide inside of me. “Mmmmmm. That’s my good little whore. Always ready for me, aren’t you?” You mumble, and I feel myself tighten around your cock, an involuntary action that you probably won’t object to. You pause for a second and look me in the eye, almost daring me to say something.

“We have to…we can’t stay…we won’t be alone much longer,” I all but groan, thinking about the gorgeous blonde salesgirl who will be coming back from her unexpected break soon. You respond by pounding me harder, harder; I can hear things falling on the other side of the wall—lacy, silky things clattering to the ground on hangers. I think about how trusting she was to leave me here alone, about how at any moment, another customer could enter this store and hear me moaning louder with each Ensest porno violent thrust. I know I should be more concerned than I am, but you are fucking me and biting me and sucking me so well that everything else fades into the periphery.

“Shhhhh,” you whisper into my ear. “Stop thinking. This is what I want, this is what you want. This is what is going to happen.” Your words bring me to the precipice, and with one well-placed bite on my earlobe, I shudder against you, feeling waves of warmth embrace me, starting between my legs and radiating up and down until I am completely engulfed. My voice breaks as I mumble one word—your name.

You laugh, loud and throaty, still keeping pace and tearing me up inside. I am acutely aware of how wet I am getting you, and I color slightly. As though you sense this small insecurity, you say with a sexy smile, “That’s my good little girl,” and run your large hand through my hair. “That was fast.”

I bite my lip and nod, looking away. Instantly, your hand is gripping me lightly by the throat, forcing me to face you again. “You’re not done yet,” you mutter. “Just because I let my little slut come first doesn’t mean she comes last.”

“But—fifteen minutes—” And your hand is over my mouth, muffling any sounds. I feel the familiar warmth again, my cunt pulsating around your cock with more and more intensity.

“Listen to me,” you smile, an undeniable sparkle in your eyes. “It doesn’t matter if that girl comes back or not. I don’t care if she brings ten of her friends with her. You are going to give me what I want before I leave here.” You grab my chin. “Understood?”

I nod, thinking briefly about the salesgirl coming back to find us in this state, appearing shocked and scandalized until I reached out for her and began to kiss her—first her lips, then her beautiful tits. And finally, her delicious cunt. All under your skilled direction.

Suddenly, you withdraw, placing me back on the floor less than gently. I gasp, the gasp turning into a cry when you take me by my narrow shoulders and thrust me to my knees in front of you.

“Is my good little cum slut ready to receive her reward?” you smirk. You begin to stroke your massively hard cock, your fingers sliding with ease thanks to my extreme lubrication.

“Uh huh,” I moan, looking up at you with big eyes, my smile so wide because I also want this.

“I’m going to decorate your gorgeous tits, and then I’m going to leave,” you laugh devilishly. “How you clean yourself up, not my problem. You’ll just have to be a good little slut and figure it out.”

“Mmmhmmm,” I mumble. I take my nipples between my fingers and pinch, hard, delighting in the shocks of pain as I await your cum. I raise my tits to you when I know you are close, and you spurt all over them, sticky and white and messy against my flushed skin.

You grin down at me. “Such a good little girl,” you coo. You take my head in your hands and kiss me tenderly and slowly, sending shocks of a different kind down my spine. “I’m proud of you.”

I nearly purr as I hear this, it fills me with that much satisfaction. You are reassembled and put together in a very short time, pulling the heavy curtain behind you as you leave. You say my name and tell me you’ll see me tonight. I sigh and look at myself in the mirror.

I am red and warm and still covered in you. I take the panties I was wearing when I came into the store, clean myself up, and shove them into the bottom of a bag. I dress quickly, feeling that I need to urgently leave this store before the salesgirl comes back. I walk out onto the floor just in time to see her walking in; she is on her phone, and she still sounds stressed.

I think about what just happened. I think about how you orchestrated all of this—how it wouldn’t even surprise me to learn that somehow, you had a hand in getting her out of here so that you could ambush me, take me and leave me. I am very aware that my pussy is naked beneath my skirt, and I twitch.

The salesgirl shoots me an apologetic smile and I pray I can distract her from seeing the mess we made in the fitting rooms. She walks behind the counter.

Then I remember your instructions. “Buy something red.”

I pass the bra and panties over to her. She smiles, and I can’t help but smile in return.

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Daddy has another sub, and apparently, she has been a very good girl for him. So, he is giving her a reward today. When he asked what Mandy wanted, she said she wanted a pet. And I am going to be the pet!!

Daddy and I play with other people, but this is the first time in a very long time that we have played together with another person. I am excited and nervous as I get ready. Black cat ears, check. Tail plug in my bottom (it’s so black and fluffy), check. Black push up bra, check. Daddy has to help me with the last two things. Black ruffled panties that have a special hole for my tail, check. Finally, he puts on my purple collar, but this time, he has replaced the medal that says ‘Slut’ for one that says ‘Kitten’.

Mandy is already in the room. I have seen her before but not like this. She is younger than me by a few years but she’s taller and she looks more grownup, wearing a black mesh body stocking with holes in all the right places. She has long red hair. She’s beautiful, but not cute.

She looks so seriously at me when she says hello that I can barely squeak out a “Hi!”

Daddy sits me down on a low bench and says “Stay, Kitten”. And I do.

Mandy kneels for Daddy and he approaches her, touching her hair like he touches mine. Then he tells her to stand and inspects her. Mandy doesn’t get all the kisses I get. They both look so serious like Daddy does when he is hurting me. He plays with her breasts and then puts clamps on them. (This is why I wanted Daddy to play with someone else. I can’t do that. It made me cry and Daddy stops when I cry.) Then he positions her on the bench and starts to warm up her bottom. Soon the spanks are great thunderous spanks, and then he starts using his toys. The crop, the flogger, I like those. Then there are toys for her that I haven’t seen before. A big paddle. And then a cane, something I had only seen in pictures before. And then he went back to the spanking.

I wanted to be jealous of bedava porno her because Daddy had that look on his face both serious and happy, like he can’t contain his glee at inflicting the pain and that he is also taking it very seriously, watching her reactions and responding to her. But I couldn’t be jealous because she took it so well. I felt what Mandy felt: the anticipation, the pain, the pain that blurs into pleasure, the happiness of submission. As she reached that peak of pain, Daddy’s expression changed and I knew that he was going to come. I was so happy for him and very excited to see that look. She didn’t encourage him to come like I do, so I did and he looked over at me and looked at her and then came so hard. Finally, with that, he slowed down and went back to some light spanks and then rubbing her bottom and blowing gently where he had hurt her the most. Mandy’s bottom was so red and marked. He loves it like that…

Daddy rubs her back and strokes her hair and tells Mandy that she has been a good girl and it is time for her reward.

She says “Thank you, Sir” as he helps her up from the bench.

Standing face to face with her, he leans in and kisses her while he releases the nipple clamps. She gasps and falls into his arms, and he strokes her breasts and then begins to lead her to the massage table. Mandy lays down on it and Daddy positions her.

He then looks at me and says “Kitten, bring me Mandy’s Hitachi from her toy bag”.

(Daddy made a special leather duffel bag for each of us. He is very good with leather!) I bring it to him and he spreads her legs apart and gets to work. This is Daddy’s favourite. Sometimes he makes me go a very long time. It becomes clear to me that Daddy does the same with Mandy, but he seems a bit more relentless!

He motions me toward her and says “Kitten, you like to play. Play with Mandy’s tits and show her how you can use brazzers porno your little kitten tongue.”

I approached her and stroked and licked tentatively, and then began sucking hungrily as her moans and sighs mounted from Daddy’s ministrations. He pushed her harder, denied her more, and she came and came violently.

Then Daddy waved his hands and motioned that I come to him.

Daddy said “Kitten, Mandy has been a very good girl for me. You need to show her how much it means to you that your Daddy is well served”.

He brought the low bench where I had been sitting and folded down the end of the massage table.

He put me right in position, parted her large, swollen lips and said “Lick, Kitten”.

And I did just like Daddy told me to. Long licks from top to bottom and back, between her delicious folds, darting inside her, and flicking her pretty little clit. I kept working harder and harder to help Daddy and he got more and more excited watching what I was doing. Mandy was gripping the sides of the table, grasping my head, and thrashing about. Daddy came and held my head down like he does when I suck his cock. He was holding me down on her to make me lick harder and make her come harder. Finally, Mandy exploded and thrust her swollen pussy in my face over and over again. When she had calmed, I came up for air. Daddy looked very, very happy.

“Mandy, this is your reward so what would you like next? Daddy asked.

She sat up and looked at him carefully. “May I play with the Kitten?”

He chucked and said “Sure! Kitten up on the table in position.”.

I did as I was told. Then I heard some rustling. Then I started to feel toys on me. Daddy was going to let her hurt me? Then she began to spank me. At first, she was tentative; she switches but we had never played before so she took sometime to get to know my reactions. She built up and she was soon spanking cuckold porno me very hard.

“Can the kitten count? I want you to meow for me!” she said as she quickly pulled off my panties and slipped my tail back in hard. “Start counting now!”

And she began to spank and I began to meow. She was very hurty and smacked every part of my bottom, thighs and pussy. Sometimes I forgot to meow and she hit me harder.

“Don’t pretend you don’t like it!” Mandy said. “You’re soaking wet.”

“Sir, may I fuck your Kitten?” Mandy requested hopefully.

“Be my guest” Daddy replied. “On your back, little Kitten!” he said.

Then Mandy got up on the table and began furiously rubbing her pussy on mine. She rode me so hard. She grabbed on to my throat while looking up at Daddy, who nodded to her.

“You are such a slutty little kitten. Do you like it when I use you? Do you? Do you?” Mandy growled at me.

I trembled. I wasn’t really sure as no one had ever humiliated me like that before except Daddy.

But my pussy overwhelmed my brain and I gave in and cried “Yes, yes, yes!”

Before long, we were coming and I looked over to see Daddy stroking his cock as I came hard. Then he was upon us, flipping her over and lining us up. Then he began to dip inside each of us in turn. I was starting to wonder if the table would collapse as we shuddered from his thrusting, and finally he was just in Mandy, telling her that she was a good slave and that he was going to reward her with his cum. Then they both lost control and I was being pushed harder against the table as they fucked. When they came, I was drenched in their cum, it dripped down over my pussy down between my cheeks.

Daddy helped Mandy up and cuddled her a bit, and then told me to get up and come back to the end of the massage table. I staggered towards him and he put me back on the bench between Mandy’s legs, as she had laid back on the table. Her beautiful pussy was covered in their cum, the same cum that was dripping between my legs and had even drenched my fluffy tail. Daddy tugged on my collar and pulled me towards her glistening slit.

He said quietly but firmly to me “Look at all the nice cream that Daddy put out for you, Kitten. Now be a good girl for Daddy…and lick”.

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Master walked in the front door, flashing me that grin. I was standing at the entrance to the kitchen, hands at my side in just my apron.

He went straight to the bedroom without a word, as I returned to my work in the kitchen. Master returned a few minutes later, in a pair of grey sweatpants. I love to follow the lines of his muscles with my fingers, tracing every outline of his beautiful arms. I enjoy running my hands across his stomach feeling every abdominal muscle along the way, sliding my hand up to his chest. Making sure to feel both sides of his well formed pecs. Not realizing I am staring, softly biting my lips. He is smiling at me, he winks and walks back to the bedroom.

Working diligently to finish dinner and get it onto the table. I set the table, place the food onto the table. I walk to the bedroom, the door is closed. I knock 3 times, and wait patiently. He opens the door, yes princess. I let him know his dinner is ready. Master smiles and closes the door. I return to the dining room, and stand to the right of Master’s chair, waiting.

Master walks out a few minutes later, he asyalı porno is holding a strap in his left hand. He walks behind me, and runs his hand down my naked back over my bare ass and slides his hand in between my legs. She is wet, from his light touch. He rubs his wet toy, as I lay my head back onto his shoulder. Master removes his hand, and begins placing the strap around my right wrist. He then guides me over to the other end of the table.

Placing his hands under my arms and lifting me onto the table. He leans in, his smell is so memorizing, he undoes the apron. He drops my apron on the floor. Master places one hand onto my chest, the other behind my head and guides me back flat onto the table. He guides the strap under the table and ties it to my left wrist. He walks back to the other end of the table and begins to eat. I lay still on the table, rotating my wrists as I feel the strap rub against it. I wiggle my butt just a little to lay comfortably. Lay Still, he grumbles at me. I breath softly, and stop moving, yes Master.

Master finishes, anne porno he rises from the table and walks back to the end that I am tied to, he grins at me. Good girl on dinner, now let’s see how desert is. Master’s head lowers, as I feel his lips begin kissing my inner thigh. He is slowly laying each kiss on my thighs while his other hand slowly caresses my leg. He works his way up, my pussy is so wet, she is pulsating at the thought of him being so close. He lifts both of my legs and places them on the edge of the table.

He reaches his toy, he begins slowly moving his tongue over my clit. Sucking on it, licking her up and down, around, sucking again. His hand is now caressing my butt cheeks. Rubbing his hands around and squeezing. I moan with excitement. He slowly inserts a plug. I begin raising my backside up off the table.

He takes his tongue and inserts it into his hot wet toy. This one act pushes me, my back begins to arch my legs begin to twitch.

Master senses that I am close, he stands up and pulls down his sweatpants releasing his altyazılı porno hard cock. He teases my clit with it, oh…how he teases me. He slides his nice hard cock into his toy. Her juices surrounding him.

He is moving in and out at a fast pace, the plug moving with him. With every thrust into me, the plug pushes deeper into me. The feeling of being double penetrated, is driving me crazy. I grab at the table, and scream. My body enjoying every blissful second. He leans into my ear, cum for me, cum for me now tells me. My body tingles I feel the fire burning. Building, as I feel him, with each thrust. He is pushing deeper, deeper, I scream “Master”. His cock is throbbing, my pussy pulsating. He grabs my throat, cum now, I said. My body lets go, my legs twitch, as my juices flow on and around his cock. He places his thumb under my chin and pushes my head back still hold my throat, he thrusts hard, as I feel him fill me. He thrust deep into me as he fills me with his cum. He rests his body on mine, and whispers in my ear “Good Girl”.

Master stands up, uncuffs my hands, and helps me to my feet. My legs are shaky, he guides me forward so I am bending over he remove the plug. He stands me up, tells me again how good dinner was, but dessert was the best. I smile and respond thanking him. He lifts me into his arms, caring me into the bathroom. Starting the shower, and guiding me under the water. Hmmm Master is so kind.

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