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Teasing you as my finger traces its way downwards, followed closely by my lips planting gentle kisses, right down the backs of your sensitive legs to your ankle. I lick and kiss before gently running my tongue along your wet pussy..exploring you..tasting your juices. Your so close to cumming, as you feel my tongue run from your clit, slowly...downwards...along your pussy....exploring inside...then going lower..lower! You feel my tongue and fingers run gently across the soles of your feet, savouring the silky smooth sensation of the thin nylon stockings stretched tightly around your feet and legs. Your legs either side of my head as you feel my tongue flick against your ass hole, before going up to your wet pussy, licking and tasting and then back to your tight wet anus.
"I have just gotten myself a new boyfriend today, Mr. Pipp-Thompson," said Jenny; she had never thought about what had happened earlier that day as a way to capture a man, but it had worked just fine — at least in Mr. Pipp-Thompson's case. With a smile Jenny added in her thoughts, "— with his mouth," but did not say that because it looked like Penelope had had enough for one day. "It's time to taste your pee," he said and placed his mouth on her pussy where the stream had come out. Jenny thought of the time when she and Penelope had, as little girls, compared the taste of their own pee with the flavour of the other's.
“I think I can convince him that he can quit smoking by giving you oral sex,” Della said with a grin. “Frank, what would help reduce your urge to smoke, and what would make you able to have intercourse for a longer period of time and not be tired afterwards is to ingest pheromones from Ginger before you have intercourse,” Della said carefully. “I would suggest that you let her sit on your face and that you satisfy her orally in the morning and at bedtime, and when you have intercourse, you’ll see results regarding your smoking in a month or so,” Della proposed. “Well,” Della said, leaning back in her chair, “There is a quicker way, but you won’t believe it and I know you won’t want to do it.”
The application required clear descriptions of acts which I would NOT do; Mistress Angela does not believe in the use of “safe” words. My buttocks rest on the edge of the table, allowing Mistress Angela complete access to my cock, balls and anus. Occasionally Mistress Angela will leave me bound on the table all day when she is out running errands, and the tube allows me to relieve my bladder in her absence. Mistress Angela designed and required this table to specifically use me for her entertainment and very often her own pleasures, while she satisfies my need to be dominated. In the past Mistress Angela has allowed me to tongue fuck her juicy pussy and lap at her wetness while she jerked me off.
The second time, she actually reached around and began working the nozzle slowly in and out of her asshole as she asked the question, making me almost pass out with longing. I was surprised of course, particularly because Anya had not dropped any of her usual hints about sex-play to come, but it was a pleasant sort of surprise and my cock immediately twitched in interest. Anya has used this on me many times but, to date has never asked me to use it on her… she much prefers a long, ribbed nozzle usually and likes it to be slid in and out as the enema liquid is flowing into her.
Karen felt that admitting to her boyfriend Rod how badly she had been treated by her mother, Marian, at a time when Karen was coming of age at 19, was worth the embarrassment since it cemented her shared experience with Rod. Her boyfriend had suffered under similar maternal dominance, although Barbara's exercise of authority over her 19-year-old son had been less focused on humiliating him. Karen realized that this man truly loved her and that her hitherto cold attitude induced by Marian's wretched parental style had been slowly moved into a place where she was beginning to cherish Rod's affections, while all the while enjoying the ability to exercise her talents as a domme insofar as he was concerned.
He swings a bandanna in his hand with a playful smile and then wraps it around your mouth, not too tight, but clear there is to be no talking back. He runs his hands lovingly over your body, circling your nipples. His hands explore the skin of your tummy, gently brushing the hair over you pussy, and then squeezing your thighs. As you relax at the touch you immediately feel a squirt of wetness and clench again. He places the vibrator right next to your lips, you start to squirm in excitement now. Stop!' The vibrator touches your lips as he slides it along them slowly, and to the flesh over your clit. You realize you are loosing control as he slides the vibrator in and out slowly.
"We're going to let you start acting like a big girl and use the toilet, Linda," Karen said in a light-voiced way. Karen had indicated to Emily that she wanted to impose some added discipline and thought it might be best if Emily left the two of them alone in the bathroom, so Emily quietly absented herself while Linda managed to pull up the tight pair of little-girl panties. "Get your mouth on my shithole, sweetie," she said very sternly, "and be prepared to swallow whatever comes out now because I need to shit." Totally humiliated, Linda prepared to swallow whatever horrible-tasting poo Karen was about to excrete.
“Ooh,” she hummed softly as her free hand began to fondle her dusky pink nipple of her C-cup breast, the urine continuing to flow hotly from between the spread lips of her pussy. She spread her legs and labia wide and let out a soft sigh as she opened up her pussy lips and this time just let her pee flow strongly from her body. Cindy held nothing back as she felt her bladder slowly emptying its contents down onto the garden gnome, giving it a nice covering of womanly fluids and she let out a couple more squirts of her pee onto the gnome and stood up, observing her vandalism on her property.
I tried to hide my breasts with my arm and cover my pussy with a hand, trying to find a way out of the room, but no matter where I looked, the walls had neither doors nor windows. But my breath almost stopped when I saw the huge appendix between her legs, a cock stood pointing into the air where her pussy should have been, so thick that I wasn’t sure I could wrap my fingers around it and long enough to grip it with both hands. “Please!” I tried to beg once more, but instead of an answer I felt Natalie’s fingers spread my pussy lips apart and cool air tickle the insides of my moist folds.
She got to her knees in front of me, she took my rock hard cock by the tip and licked at my pee hole. I groaned as I could feel it coming, I warned Melissa and she opened her mouth in front of my cock. We let the water cascade over our bodies as I pulled her close to me my still rock hard cock pressing against her belly. I slammed my cock into her hole as hard as I could, her body shaking as she started getting close to another orgasm. I could not help myself and started to jerk my cock hard, her pee falling from my face onto my body.
"Well," Karen responded, "perhaps he also figured that if he got a job and managed to make it work, he'd get away from being disciplined by me and humiliated, you know, like when you had me supervise him in the bathroom." She still blushed when she described how she had learned to exercise her feminine dominance over the handsome Jamie. Jamie noticed very quickly that Karen was being quite nice to him and he started looking at her for the first time as someone other than his embarrassing supervisor, heck, babysitter to put it bluntly, and now saw an attractive woman he could see himself spending time with. Jamie moved between Karen's legs and began kissing her calves then thighs, making her yearn to feel that massaging tongue right on her cunt.
Although she couldn't talk really, under her dressing gown she was naked, still nervous about revealing this in case Emma didn't feel the same as she did about the two of them, the years in between yearning for her friend, never knowing if she remembered the drunken things they did together as teenagers. Paul began to fuck Sophie, each thrust pushing his cock further inside her, feeling her tight moistness against the head of his tool with each shove of his hips. Emma just smiled, then got up and walked away to the bathroom, Sophie staring at her naked bottom as she left the room, wondering if maybe her dream had happened after all.
They proceeded to their own bedroom where, after checking to see that Kathy, Jamie's sister, was asleep in the guest room, they more or less fell into their bed, totally wiped out by the evening at Claire's. "You will be spanked whenever any of us feels you need it," Karen said rather offhandedly, and she reached down to unbutton the dropseat in Kathy's pajamas that would expose her bare bottom. "Yes, Miss Karen, I couldn't...couldn't keep my doody from coming out," Kathy confessed, shamed to her core and her face now as red as her spanked bottom.
Emma had shaved her pussy especially for the show and as she whirled on her back she began to pant slightly, her breath laboured with excitement at the thought of the countless eyes all staring between her legs as a single drop of pee squeezed its way out of her. She almost jumped when she felt Evan's hands on her legs, he was raising his face closer to her now, his mouth open as the flow weakened, finally ending with a few drops splashing down to join the pool on the floor as the music came to an end.
The piss trickles down my legs slowly, making my skirt slightly darker where it's tucked in. I turn around and face the mirror, watching the pee's path down my legs to tarnish the previously immaculate white socks. The flow gets heavier, and I watch the yellow liquid stream from my pussy, making a huge wet patch on the front of my skirt and utterly soiling those damned knee-highs. I'm overjoyed to find that I can still force a few drops of piss out of my pussy (cumming always makes me have to pee afterwards, at least a little bit), and I pee on the tie as well, leaving it tucked between my legs.
"I've been having cramps so I want that tongue in me once you take out the Tampax." Laura made Jack buy tampons for both of them: she wore Slender Regulars in her nice tight pussy and she liked him to have a Super in his male opening. "You know, Aunt Laura," Elaine asked with a grin on her face, "although Jack's ruffled sissy panties are of course embarrassing, I was thinking that if he continues to misbehave, you might employ the steps we have been learning in Feminist Practice class." Elaine decided to increase the pressure on her prey, as Professor Thompson so often referred to men who were subjected to her dominant students, by releasing tiny jets of pee from her urethra right into Jack's open mouth.
They had that secret society thing down pat, complete with a stone walled meeting room with a vaulted ceiling in the cellar, swearing a naked oath of confidentiality (and readiness for any pussy in need of a good honey-licking) in flickering candlelight and surrounded by equally naked but hooded pretty girls. She had a few pounds too much around her hips to call her lean, and her tits were small, yes, but her nipples perked coquettishly upwards - thank god for community showers - and when she smiled with her pouty lips under a button nose that was only a little too wide to be called lovely and with one eyelid a tad drooping, I always felt a fluttery attraction pull on my heart.
"So as a good mother-in-law," Kendall persisted, "I decided that even at 25, some girls still need good, old-fashioned toilet training." Elizabeth blushed deeply as she heard those words but she also felt her panties getting wet with uncontrollable excitement at the humiliation she was about to undergo. "Now, Beth," she said as she turned to Elizabeth, "stand up, lift your skirt, lower your panties, and then bend over and hold your bottom cheeks well apart." There were gasps from the ladies at this horridly embarrassing order but also a few whoops and cheers from the younger women who were as rich and spoiled as Kendall.
But it all melted away as I listened to Marie’s smoky voice and watched rapt as she languidly parted her thighs, cocked a leg against the back of the sofa and with a single finger drew the gusset of her knickers to one side, displaying herself to me. As I lapped at her, I pictured her on her knees, urine streaming down her tits, raining down onto some deep, opulent carpet, I imagined the kept woman, goading her lover on, encouraging him to fill her open mouth with his piss, and willingly swallowing it down. I settled down into the pleasantly wet, warm brown leather and enjoyed the view as Marie stood before me and slowly peeled the wettest of her garments, the tight little skirt, her knickers and the clingy wine-coloured top, off her voluptuous body and kicked them to one side.
James drew a deep breath but his mother smiled and said, "I know you've seen your girl friends wearing just underwear, James, so don't look so surprised at seeing your old mom like that." They positioned themselves on the bed and Carol began caressing Linda's nice 36C breasts as Gloria petted Andrea and applied her talented fingers to the tall redhaired teacher's vulva. It was a sight to behold: Gloria and Linda had shaved their pussies so that their labia were quite visible while Andrea's were hidden beneath her gorgeous red muff and Carol's under her plenteous dark pubic hair.
‘As I am barely in the office anymore, I hereby grant Marietta Miller full disciplinary and financial authority, to act in my stead in all questions regarding the handling of employees and steering of the company.’ It went on a bit further into legal mumbo-jumbo, but the bad thing was that it was dated, signed and stamped by the law department. My breath shuddered, but I stared back hard at her and reached out with one hand, ran my fingers through my folds and lifted them to my mouth, trying to keep them from shaking too much. I nodded with blushed cheeks, slipped back into my panties and moved the bowl brimming with my pee under the desk and to the side, outside of reach of my legs.
She smiled and giggled and her breathing got even heavier, and I was just starting to squeeze her boobs through her top when she said again that she was desperate for the toilet. I don't know what it was, but the way those tight jeans were stretched around her gorgeous bum was turning me on and I knew that seeing them covered in her piss would be amazing. She took my hand away from my cock and said "I don't want you to come until you've seen my soaking wet knickers." Encouraged, I started to wank her off through her wet knickers, still kneeling on the floor while pushing her pants into her pussy.
I started to stroke her pussy too, and she realised I was awake; she smiled and said good morning. As I started to lick the other, she said "Like I say, you must tell me if you want to me to stop. Then she started gently brushing her pussy against my face, not hard at all, but letting me smell her juices. I could feel her pants getting wet, and thought she had already started to pee but it was her pussy juices. She was so turned on, her pussy was dripping wet and soaking her pants. She immediately knelt in her own piss, and started wanking my cock with her small hands, occasionally licking the tip.