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Despite the evidence that the woman did not wish to be distracted from her vigil John felt that he might have better luck with Annie than Sir Avery who looked more like a clown than the early-twentieth century English gentleman that he appeared to be at the party. If John didn’t know better he would have said that Sir Avery was wearing a thong, but it was too dark for him to be sure without his glasses despite the fact that he subjected himself to the same thing during his visits to Mistress Nnenna every other Wednesday when in London, and so was fairly familiar with the phenomenon of a man being subject to petticoat discipline.
I try to distract you, but when your hand comes back near my panties, my stretched insides do a little flip as you press on them. Your hand goes away again, and with my mouth open expectantly, you trail your newly covered fingers down my breasts, over my swollen belly, and just to my thighs. With one hand you grasp my panties, and with the other you're stirring up my fever, pervertedly stretching my lips with an additional finger, letting me gag a little while I moan as they move in and out. I beg for something bigger for my mouth, and while trying to not let me get too far from your nimble fingers, we change positions on the bed.
Scarlet screamed out in pleasure as her juices flowed all over Joe's face. Breathing hard, she slowly turned her head back down and pulled him out of her by his hair. Joe entered to find Scarlet sitting at the edge of the bed only in a bra, and a pair of panties, and a pair of black heels. She leaned over onto him, grabbed the hair on the back of his head, and pulled him up and whispered into his ear, "You remember that one thing I spared you of the last time?" "Now, I'm going to ride you this way." She leaned down on him, pinned his hands over his head and kissed him hard.
Feeling liberated I fell into a submission, just like we had before, but I knew this was going to be different; because as soon as I said mistress, she let go of my cock, smiled, and took me into her lips one more time. "Yes mistress," I said immediately," mmmm, I love your cock inside me; I have always wanted to know what you feel. By one more task, she meant shoving her pussy, still dripping, into my face, suffocating me one last time, watching me continue to eat her, to love every second, while she grabbed my cock; playing with it again.
On Fridays, when the cheerleaders would wear their uniforms to class, the short, pleated skirt revealed lots of Liz's legs. Tell me how much you love it and love me." As I was making a total fool of myself, telling this young girl how she was everything to me and her ass was what I wanted to kiss more than anything on the planet, I thought about how amazingly happy I was. Another was Sammi, a girl who looked a lot like Liz, but wasn't as busty and was a brunette and was shorter. All three girls laughed as Liz said, "Now finish sucking my little cocks, Darling. I went to sleep that night knowing I would never get close to Liz as a man dreams of being close to a woman.
Daryl walked towards the full length mirror; his breathing was hard as he watched himself. He ran his hands over his chest, down his stomach and over the hard bulge in the satin panties. He tried standing up but his legs threatened to fail him so he resorted to just turning around on his knees to face her, his hands fluttering about as he tried to hide what was already in plain sight. This is just the five inch attachment but I am sure we will work you up to the larger sizes in no time." She walked over to him in slow measured steps, making sure he got a good look at what was in store for him.
"Take a nice deep breath of your sissy sauce Brenda", she whispered in my ear as I felt Miss Annie bind my wrists and legs to the chair. Breathe deep." I tried to tell myself that I didn't want to suck cocks but the pictures were bombarding my mind. " I am a sissy bimbo, I need to suck cock, I need to drink cummies, I want to be fucked. Mistress Maddy's face lit up like the morning sun and said yes my bimbo I would love to see you suck my Thomas' cock" When Miss Maddy told Thomas it was time, Sissy felt the cock swell a bit in her mouth and the first stream of cum splashed into her throat.
"You were so sexy, I loved watching you squirm." She grabbed my needy cock in both hands, "put a bit more lube on, will you?" I did as I was told, and she began a slow two handed stroke over the length of my cock. The feel of it, in my pussy, my mouth, my hands – all hard and hot." She was maintaining a firm but slow pace, methodically sliding over every square inch from base to tip. "I want you to moan for me," she said as she moved her hand to my nipple and stroked it teasingly, "let me know how good you feel." "You can do better than that," she said making short hard strokes on my cock head.
Miss Maddy had told me that Dr. Atkins was known to be one of the best "breast men" in the city and that I was in very good hands. After finishing with your new breasts, Dr. Atkins did a bit of a tracheal and vocal chord shave. "Be gentle, but you can touch them if you like." I reached up and felt my breasts for the first time. "I love it!" said Maddy it's a perfect bimbo voice for Brenda. And in my new sissy bimbo voice I squeaked, "Oh yes Mistress, I love his pretty cock." Annie said she and Maddy could hardly wait to get their mouths on my new breasts.
A little relieved, Joe smiled at her, still panting a little. Quietly, Joe walked back, closed the door and returned to his spot. I promise." Joe tried to look up, but the embarrassment didn't allow him to maintain an eye contact for more than a second. Her eyes glued to him, Lauren stood back up again and walked up to him, running her hand down his belt, grazing over his zipper. Smiling, she turned around and headed back to her chair. Once he did, Lauren pushed one foot into his face, and pushed his chest with another, rolling her chair forward as he kept bending backward, until he was leaning back against her desk.