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You feel the moment and open your eyes, immediately grabbing at my tits to lick and suck them. You moan with want and begin to lick and nibble my nipples all the more intently. I shiver and moan as my pussy begins to flow...dripping on to your rock hard dick. I lower myself onto your face and close my eyes as I feel your tongue licking up and down my clit. I moan as well and close my mouth as I cum all over your leg. With all the previous lubrication you slide it in with relative ease and begin pounding away as I groan and moan, grabbing onto any part of you I can reach and pulling you in closer.
There have been whispers that I administer strict discipline in my office, spanking or maybe more, and even rumors that girls have sucked my cock or done other sexual favors under penalty of expulsion and blackmail. You are told to stand before me, and you slightly bow your head as I tell you what a bad girl you are, and go through the report, line by line, telling you how you need strict discipline to improve. You love being spanked, and the idea gets you wet, with throbbing pussy lips, feeling ready for sex in any form. I slowly raise your skirt to reveal your bare bottom, and tell you that you are a VERY bad girl to have no panties on!
Bev knew that she wanted to be made love to by both David and Gladys. "Talking Bev. We did not talk to each other about sex and it was one night when you asked me to be a black man and have you call me Master that I realised you enjoyed sex more than you let on and then I discovered your secret case one day and you had left it open and I rifled through it and found out what you liked to wank to." She really was a sexy woman and would definitely make a good slave for him and a good mistress for Bev. Once she was on her knees David slapped her round the face and said.
"When you say things like that," I said as I pulled her body close to me and wrapped my arms around her tightly, "it feels as good as fucking you," I said as I pushed myself deep inside her, pulled back and thrust in again fast and hard for a couple minutes, until I needed to catch my breath. I held her tight while I fucked her hard and fast, deeply thrusting in and pulling out again and again, until I was again out of breath, and stopped, relaxing, feeling the wonderful combination of stimuli - the rush of endorphins from working up a sweat, the sexual arousal from knowing that with each thrust, Anna had to use great force of will to stay still and prepare to accept the next one.
I kiss the soft indentations on your shoulders where your straps were and I hear you murmur your approval as my hands playfully tease your soft breasts sliding into the cups of your bra I can feel the hard heat of your nipples against my palms. Instead I come back slowly stroking my hard cock back and forth while I look at you, I place the tip of my cock near your lips and stroke until a drop of pre cum falls onto your lips and you use your tongue to lick it from them and you taste me in your mouth.
This didn't please Jon, so he held on to her hair and pushed her down on his dick making her gag and pull back but he wouldn't let her. "Say it like you mean it." Jon said, once more he grabbed her hair and pushed her down till she fought him back gagging. "That's a good girl." Jon pushed her onto her back on the seat and he pulled down his pants exposing the rest of his hard member and his balls dripping with her saliva. "I'm gonna cum in you." Jon said as he finally let go of his hot thick load into her dirty little cunt.
Taking his time Stephen looked her up and down, taking in the soft curves of her body encased in the armour of her city suit. You of all people should know how important it is to pick up a client like the Johnstone Company." Penelope had her eyes firmly fixed on the floor. Eventually, Penelope forced the words out, saying, in a small voice, "Please Stephen, I deserve to be spanked." Stephen spoke slowly and clearly, knowing that each word would work it's different magic on them both. In turn Penelope ground her hips back at him; slipping her fingers back, groping for, and finding, his hard cock. Stephen and Penelope collapsed onto the desk, laughing, gasping, released at last.
The hand on my waist pulls me backwards onto you, and I can feel a stiffness in your trousers. My pace quickens as I hear your breath catch in your throat and feel your hands on my shoulders, pulling me in closer, thrusting more of you into me. I feel your hand come down on my ass hard and fast. I had not once thought that I would enjoy being taken by surprise like you had just done, but the desire I felt for you in the moments that had just passed was so intense, more so than I had ever felt before, I realised, I finally knew the meaning of wanting to be fucked.
His right hand went to the place where my head and neck meet and he said, "You have the most perfect eyes, I think I like them looking up at me." His hand was warm and seemed to vibrate an energy right into me. You are mine and I am going to make you cum." He kept his hand on my throat as he kissed and nibbled his way down my neck, my breasts, then his hands moved down to my wrists pinning them to the bed as his head went between my thighs. "Shhh Kitten, I am going to make you cum." His hands went up to my thighs holding them apart where he wanted them and I moved my fingers to his head keeping him where I wanted him though I don't think I had any choice.
Nick, who just turned 18, casually strolled through the hallways of his senior level high school, his pulse racing in preparation for his English Arts class. They began talking about the novel that she had assigned for the class, her eyes kept on him and his eyes kept on her boots. He grabbed his book bag and headed home, his mind still controlled by her boots. Today was a fresh start; Nick woke up, grabbed something to eat and headed to school again. When she walked out, Nick noticed something -- she had changed her shoes, she was wearing a different pair of joggers. Nick immediately grabbed them, walked into one of the stalls, locked the door and dropped his pants.
"You like getting fucked by guys?" Karen had asked him. Like several other eccentric West Hollywood characters, Karen loved to go barefoot too. "Good to see you're letting you're hair down," said Claude one night at a club. "Shithead!" she said as she went off to smoke a joint, sticking her tongue out at Simon as the techno music pulsated throughout the club. Karen liked them her way- ultra slut whores, extreme party animals, ultra fem guys who went both ways, submissive trannies who lived for cock. Karen just grinned and fell to her knees, the now lipstick smeared cock at the back of her mouth, as her tongue did it's subtle work.
Kayce's large breast bounced every time I gave them a hard whack of my leather crop. "Do you like having all of that hard dick inside of your dirty cunt?" "Ok bitch," I pull out of her cunt and move towards her mouth, "It is time to show how well you suck a dick." She held her flooded mouth open as some of my seed ran down her lips. Kayce seemed relieved as the cum and spit mix dropped from her mouth onto the palm of her hand. She shook her head up and down as she sucked on the tips of her fingers, getting the last bit of my cum into her mouth.
"No, Mistress, but I know I don't want anyone else." She stood up, turned on one elegant, black, patent heel and strolled away from him, her dress brushing against him as she moved, her perfume seducing him, hypnotizing him, tearing his soul from his body and possessing him. With no further ado she walked round him and left the room, one man opening a door to one side for her to pass through whilst another presented Michael with a piece of paper on a silver tray. The man smiled back in complete understanding and extended his arm for Michael to walk away from his name, from his past and from his ability to resist; into his new life.
I placed the overnight letter in the middle of our marble-topped table where I knew it would catch Nikki's attention the moment she walked through the kitchen door. Tonight Nikki took control by placing one hand behind my head and pulling me into her mouth. Without warning, Nikki grabbed a handful of my hair and pulled my face away from her nipple. With shit-covered hands, Nikki pulled my face to her breasts and told me to lick them clean; to "taste my shit." I was in orbit, licking and sucking. "Hmmmmm," she cooed, "Looks like somebody enjoys tasting my shit." Nikki scooped a nail-full of pre-cum from my shaft and bought it to my mouth.
I know you are ready to fuck now, and I tease you, pressing my stiff cock against your ass while my arms wrap around you and my fingers slide beneath your black mini to probe your slick cunt. I smile as I see you resort to holding your hand to your pussy through your pee-drenched skirt as we exit the crowd, knowing your actions are drawing the eyes of every guy we pass by. I yank your skirt up to expose your sweet sexy ass and bring my hand down on it hard, spanking you for your loss of control. I quickly spread your legs and slam my cock hard into your still-peeing pussy.
Her pussy gripping my cock in orgasmic fury set me off, I pumped cum into her while grunting in her ear. "Yeah, that was a good start bitch." I pulled my cock out, spilling cum down her pussy lips. Pinning her down with my body, I slid my cock back into her cum-soaked pussy. I could tell when I saw you, you're a fucking whore." I pumped my cock in her as I grunted my words in her ear with a breathy cadence. Our bodies slammed together in manic passion, I felt my balls tighten up and I buried my cock all the way into her quivering pussy. I felt my cock swell and explode, the feeling of my cum spreading through her pussy set her off.
I hope you enjoy your weekend." Katelyn spoke softly, as if she was looking for approval. "Oh, master, you have to let me know who will be joining you next weekend." Katelyn said before she paused waiting for my response. She understood she was looking for the wrong type of master, and they knew nothing about controlling her in any way. All the time Karen remained chained in the center of the room surrounded by the growing darkness. I lifted her face with my hand again, watching her eyes look away. I find pain and force so uncivilized." She moved her eyes to the ground, trying not to let me see the smile she now had.
How does it feel to be like a girl, to have no cock?" "Today, I want to make you cum from just my fucking your pussy, no cock play for you." You reach down and squeeze my erection - the last time you will be touching him until after you have finished. "Get it nice n wet, Baby, cause the next place it is to be is inside you." Some of the lipstick left over on my lips smears onto the shaft of the probe, turning it pinkish. "I'm going to use a condom, too, so you won't dirty my pretty cock." After you roll it on, you say, "It looks real when it's all bagged up like this!" Then, I feel you tug at the butt plug, pulling it out, leaving me with a somewhat empty sensation.
"Care to explain why you were late getting to bed, young man?" She's only a couple of years older than me, but whenever she uses that tone of voice the gap seems to magically widen until I feel like a naughty little boy getting caught with his hand in the cookie jar, and that I had better have a good reason for it being there. "Now," she says with a sigh, sliding back on the bed, "I'm already in bed, and waving that heavy bathbrush around for twenty minutes sounds like sweaty work, so we can at least deal with that part tomorrow, but," she raises her hips, her hands sliding her shift up her legs until her lacy red panties come back into view, "If you think you can 'talk' some leniency into me, you've got 45 minutes until lights out."
"Why I wanted you not to use the restroom and to drink more?" he offered, and I nodded, embarrassed a little. I haven't done that since I was a kid." As he looked at me, his face blank, I felt like a kid who had wet her pants in front of the entire class: Humiliated beyond belief. And still, you failed to control yourself and wet yourself like a small child." He stepped toward me, tipped my chin up and forced me to look into his eyes. Even as a small part of my mind told me it was James's fault I had had an accident to start with, that he had probably intended it from the start, a new and bigger part of me yearned for Papa's approval and his care.
The point of view switches frequently and uses the simple mechanism of signaling each change with "Mommy:" or "Jessie:." Or, for those times they're not in the dynamic, "Melissa:" or "Jessica:." This episode takes place some time after Melissa and Jessica have settled in to their relationship as Mommy and Little Jessie. Jessie: "Mommy, I had a bad dream." I take one more step down the stairs. Mommy: "That's my girl" I flick my tongue harder around your ass, and curve my fingers as they plunge in and out of you. Mommy: "That's it baby girl" my thumbs run over your clit fast and hard, I shove my tongue into your ass and frig my four fingers in and out of your pussy.