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I was amazed at how wet it made me to talk like that, to think about actually being with another man and treating my husband as a submissive house slave. I felt his finger run in and out of me, remember thinking that no man had ever done that to me before, his cum all over me, still in my mouth. I was getting almost as wet treating my husband like this as I was with Alan's finger up my ass. I remember hearing my husband's voice break, almost to tears as I went into the bathroom and started to clean up and do my makeup.
My wife has become the perfect Dominatrix and both of us 'house boys' are completely addicted to the way she keeps and treats us. Don't think that I don't know you've tried to talk her out of having me as her full-time lover, her live-in slave. You know I did, Ma'am.' He moans softly as she does what she loves to do with her sex toy slave boy. Now tell me what bothers you, other than the fact that I fuck your boss, have a beautiful twenty-something insatiable sex slave in our house regularly, and keep your little dick locked up tight." Think about the way I treat you, what I fucking give to you, wouldn't you be masturbating a hundred times a day if you could?
The block is raised such that when my mother stands in front of it she doesn't have to bend forward to reach my penis as I sit perched atop the stool. I can feel my hands at the backs of my rear cheeks pulled tight to the stool seat. I feel my butt clench around the rubber shaft of it as the first of my cum drips from my penis and down over her hand. I feel it drip warm and sticky as it runs down between my naked thighs and onto the stool seat and over my baby smooth crotch and balls. As I lick the last of my cum off of her hand I feel her reach down and take my baby smooth balls and soft penis in her cupped hand.
So little-girl cute, I love those and you'd look marvelous in the ones I think I have picked out for you, honey. The two of us to be served by my loving son, serving the both of us, he's one of only men I know kinky enough to understand the mother-son s&m thing we have going on, baby. "I love the look on my little boy's face when he knows his loving mother needs something from him. She turns and making a small circle with her index finger and thumb of her right hand starts to run it over the head of my penis. I feel my penis throb as I put the locking facial dildo around my head and fasten it in back, the huge 9" rubber hard on standing out in front.
I feel her wetness all over my chin, feel the tight little hole of her rear end push against my nose as she sits back on my face. Love, Mother Dear.' I remember the look on her face, the smile on her lips as I unwrapped it and looked at it, looked at the huge facial dildo. She listens as I stammer, mumble through the huge ball gag that is in my mouth, the ball gag on the other side of the facial cock harness I have locked to my head and face. I think of the way she looked as she raised her skirt and lowered her panties after restraining me into position for face fucking, watching her 'unwrap' herself before lowering onto my facial dildo.
I told her just over a year ago that I wanted to be her full time house husband and slave. "When you told me you wanted me to fuck another man, confided your fantasy to me, who'd have thought we'd be on this path. He wanted my pussy by my lover wouldn't let him have me that way, only my mouth and my butt. I felt the dread and apprehension of going into to face my boss on Monday, face him for the first time knowing that he knows all about me and my submissive role in my marriage, knowing he is my wife's and now my by default Master.
Dragged by my ear from her kitchen to the basement, I think of her whipping me fast, full force and non-stop across my exposed cheeks and the backs for my legs with a thin cane. She put her legs one at a time over the arms of the chair, her pussy wet and exposed positioned on the leather cushion. You get whipped brutally for being the bad boy we both know you are, you get to make me wet and you get to do this to your mother as a reward. She laughed little girl like, squirmed in her chair, started to breath heavily. "Push your butt out and up, want to see that little penis of yours pointing down toward the floor.
"Are you sure you want this?" he exaggerated his caresses, running his hand along his length and placing his thumb over his tip. "I'm going to pierce your flesh with this needle, as I am piercing your body with my cock," he breathed heavily. "You're a doll," he smiled as he again pulled almost completely from my body and thrust inside as he pierced my left nipple. "I'm going to fill you," he grinned and ran the tip of his tongue over the soft space between my breasts. "Do you want to belong to me?" I asked softly as I wrapped my legs around his waist and pulled him deeper inside of me. He placed his pinkie inside the small hoop on my left nipple and grinned.
He ran his finger along the edge of her panties, and he could feel how hot she was, but he wanted to know how wet she was. It was his turn to feel weak in the knees because she was SO wet it took all his self control to not drop to them, right out here, in the parking lot, and lift her legs over his shoulders — bury his mouth deep in her pussy until she came, hot and messy, into his hungry, eager, waiting mouth. "You know what my first thought was when you walked in tonight," he said, smiling back at her, easing her panties off under her skirt. I thought I wanted to fuck that smile off your face," he said.