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She moans louder when she hears and feels him moaning into her now very wet pussy but then his hand moves again and the butt plug slowly pulls out a little and then pushes itself back inside of her. Then the feeling of his still semi erect dick is felt running over her lips and she takes it into her mouth, tasting his and her own cum mixed together on it as she sucks a little harder cleaning it off, roiling her tongue around the head slowly, making him groan quietly and grip roughly to the back of her head and pulling her head in closer to him.
Whispering in Gibson's ear, "Baby, I want to give you a blowjob right now in front of everyone." I was squeezing his package through his jeans and getting ready to drop to my knees at the bar. We walked toward the exit door, then Gibson glanced over his shoulder making sure the bouncer was looking the other way before detouring me into a dark room off the foyer. As soon as we were in the car, Gibson pulled his pants down and told me, "Get back to work you dirty slut!" He pushed my head to his crotch, threw the car in gear, and drove off with me slobbering on his cock.
I said I liked him and wanted to get to know him better. But like I said, I was shallow back then, and after a week of shit from my friends about Stephen's wrinkles and receding hairline, I'd started to wonder myself. I want to be your baby girl, your innocent, nasty little plaything, Daddy. Stephen tut-tutted before saying, "Daddy's little girl sure is excited. "Don't think for a minute that you can just walk around here pulling on your nipples or showing off your vagina any time you like, young lady. By the time I kneeled by the side of the bed, looking up at him and feeling goose bumps breaking out all over my skin, I felt like I'd run a mile.
"Your tiny little pathetic excuse for a cock couldn't pleasure anyone, which is another reason I like to keep it all locked up," my Ex said pushing me up to attention on my knees with one foot and lightly kicking my chastity with the other. This was the most humiliating thing I had ever done, being locked up in chastity, dressed up in sissy girly clothes, and forced to fuck my own ass, resulting in the unfortunate leakage of cum onto a saucer which I knew my Ex would want me to clean. Being forced to eat my own cum off my Ex's feet, locked in chastity, and dressed up as a sissy little maid was about the most humiliating act I could ever think to be doing.
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.
She faced me, lifting her skirt up around her thighs, exposing her little white cotton panties hugging tightly to her pussy. She took hold of my hand and pressed it between her thighs, the warm trickle of golden pee seeping through her panties and dripping through my fingers, down her legs into the bathtub. But, instead of continuing with our sudden amorous connection, she flung the towel into the laundry hamper, took her panties from the bathtub and handed them to me. She got up and pulled off her soaking wet panties, draping them over my nose as she pushed her pussy down onto my throbbing cock.
She wore the same black woollen morning coat, but she let it hang open to reveal a long and fuzzy black sweater underneath, and her legs were covered in brushed mohair legwarmers from her high-heeled slippers to above her knee. She played a drawn-out teasing game, opening and closing her legs, stroking her thighs and all the time playing with her pussy covered by the black, furry panties. And as you do so, I want you to imagine all the kinds of weird sex acts this puffy, sloppy, wet and willing cunt has experienced over the years, the fingers that have explored it, the stiff dicks that have hammered it and the tongues that have worshipped it.
Her hand grazed my leg and slid teasingly up the inside of my thigh. Her tits swelled above the rim of the bra cups and they rolled together to form such sexy cleavage that I wanted to slide my cock between them for a long time. It startled me, but I slid off the bed to my hands and knees and crawled quickly into the bathroom. She touched the side of my face and turned me into her and my mouth grazed the crotch of her panties. I grabbed a handful of her hair and pulled her head back as I drove my cock into her, harder and harder, trying to get deeper inside her.
“Of course you can, Pam,”, I replied, “Anything you want - you don‘t need to ask.”, I continued. “Or do you want to get fucked really hard ….”, I said, as I pushed my cock in deep with one big thrust. I removed my cock, letting it rest at the entrance of her pussy then I thrust it in hard a second time. My hand was still stroking her hair as I let my cock thrust into her, speeding up a little as time went on. After that submission, I just fucked Pam as hard as I could and each time I pulled on her hair, pulling her head backwards.
Closing my eyes and giving myself over to the feelings, I imagined you were nestled between my widespread legs, sliding your wonderful tongue all over my clit and my cunt. Always pour the Coke into the Jack," you had instructed me, "so it mixes properly." When I finish making the drink, I return with it coming up in front of you and kneeling, head down and knees apart, holding the glass out to you. Your hands hold my head firmly as I feel the first hot salty shot hit the back of my throat. I feel your hot cum splashing inside my mouth, coating my teeth and tongue on the way down my throat.
If I’m back before all your clothes are off, you’ll suffer.” I marched out of the room with my new garment in hand, leaving Henry to scramble with his suit. Henry gave me a look, and then scampered over to his briefcase from which he retrieved a bottle of spray-on latex polish and a buffing cloth. I think you’ll be safe, Jacqueline.” It wasn’t my well-being I was worried about, but Henry didn’t need to know that. I draped my right arm over his shoulder, letting him run the cloth and his hands over the surface of the dress. I pulled my hand back and then rubbed his cum all over the front of my dress, leaving smudges and streaks on the just-polished latex.
I closed the room door and watched quietly as Michael picked up one of the condom packs and returned to Tom's exposed ass. I told Tom that since I had booked this hotel room for the last five days and had ordered room service several times during the week, I had gotten to talk to Michael on several occasions. As Michael returned to probing Tom's rectum with first his thumb, and then the two middle fingers of his right hand, I walked around to the side of the bed where Tom's head was located. I knew Tom was enjoying himself because each time Micheal's hand made contact with his ass cheek, Tom would let out a soft whimper, while he bit down on the bed spread beneath him.
But Dorothy was still taken aback, though she was wise enough to remain calm, when Christine bent forward and quietly ordered the submissive teacher to hold her pussy lips apart so that Chris might insert the Super tampon. "I hope you manage to attend to your period more successfully from now on," Christine said in her strongest teacher's voice, "so that I don't need to change your tampon during your inspections at my house in front of my sister and brother-in-law." After hearing Christine relate the account of her initial panty inspection and toilet control of the submissive teacher, Susie let out a gasp of both excitement and fear.
“I thought that this was a vanilla party?” “It is” said her Mistress with a little smile, “so no slips and you will not tell anyone what is going on” The Mistress handed the Submissive the butt plug, the little bulb that inflated it hanging down. Submissive looked around for lubricant, but her Master said “You have your own lubricant, use it” She knew what he meant and so parted her legs. She jumped and looking round, saw her Master give a smile as he switched the little remote in his hand to the off position. The next hour went in a blur, people arrived and she let them in, getting into the habit of taking coats, making drinks, carrying food.
My hands shook as I retrieved my erect cock and maniacally masturbated as I replied yes to her invite to meet for coffee. "My words begin to reveal their controlling, dominant nature, and, thus, reveal my person, for I am a demanding Mistress and expect your absolute obedience and submissiveness—your natural nature, by the way. A feeling, he realized, of mostly humiliation; his eyes devoured, again, the last paragraph of the dominant personality's e-mail -and this feeling surged, once again, like lightening, charging firmly the boned condition of his cock. The moment he clicked the e-mail into the electronic atmosphere, his hand began to jerk his rigid cock in a frenzied rush to climax, which came to him in less than a minute.
Grab the loser!" Lilly said and one skinny and bushy gorgeous girl grabbed and even her tiny biceps were holding me in place. Lilly grabbed my marble sized nuts and said "YOU FUCKING BITCH!! Get on all fours and if even an inch of that cock slips out your mouth, bye bye baby dick!" she held the bat again my nub, "I know it's a small target, but I have three strikes before I'm out." I carefully got on all fours and firmly pushed my lips against the base of the strap on. Lilly had no mercy with her strap on, she slammed right up my ass into my stomach and instantly my dick dripped out a tiny load of cum.
I feel her hand start to work harder, run just the head rapidly through the tight circle of her index finger and thumb. She feels my rhythmic pulsations, eases her hand back, stops and squeezes so tight it hurts, just below the head on the shaft. I feel her standing behind me, one hand holding my arm just above the elbow, other hand going to my rear, feel it come down across my butt sharply. I feel her other hand grip my arm so tight I know it will bruise. I feel her finger slip out of my rear end as I put my hands to my sides. She watches as I hurry to my hands and knees, start to lick my cum up off of her floor.
Be a good boy and kiss, baby, between my cheeks over my panties. I handed her a glass of wine, like I do every day she comes home. Ooo, I love the feeling of my little boy's mouth like that." She buries her head into the back of the couch as I start to run my tongue up the full length of her rear end, feel her wince and hear her whimper softly as my tongue methodically runs up and over her tight little hole, again and again. I love no other, no other gives me what I truly need, I love you, Mother, love you...love being in your house, being you special boy..."
His grip tight on my hair and his strong hands inside me and it's so intense I almost collapse, my eyes rolling back into my head as waves of pleasure wash through my body, radiating out from my clit and pussy. He's on top of me and his hand is in my hair and he's pulling my hair as he fucks me and suddenly it's like a new orgasm is overlaid onto the close of the last one and I'm cumming again, eyes and mouth wide bellowing into the night. I feel him smile as I squirm deeper onto him and then he's touching me, his cock filling my ass and his hands are caressing my body.
It makes me want to beg for them to be touched, but I’m too wrapped up in what he’s doing to me. I can feel the cool air hit my puckered little hole, making me want to clench my cheeks shut, but he keeps them open. I can feel him bury his tongue deeper inside my ass, the buzzing hard on my clit, my moans howling with the wind. I feel my heart race again; I know he’s finally going to fuck me like a good slut. I feel the winds strong; blowing over us, the heat of our bodies with the mixed coldness of the wind teasing my skin makes me cry through it.
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.
Anticipating the night I did as I was told showered, shaved and proceeded to put on my Red garters with Black stocking and my very tight black bodysuit. When I returned to work wearing my sexy underclothing, the feeling of my Garters rubbing on my legs and smooth ass cheeks. My Mistress first rubbed my backside, then my legs and then proceeded to hug around me making sure she had both of my tits in each hand and squeezed whispering how much she loved me. Then I was ordered to go and make sure I was stuffed and to shove it in and out, because she wanted me to enjoy the feeling of all that cock going in and out of my hot pussy.
As the doors slid shut Mr. Smith turned to me, his usual smirk on his face, his hands on his belt buckle. I swallowed another mouthful of piss, and another, all while keeping one eye on the lit numbers above the elevator door. I nodded a little too vigorously this time, his piss hit my chin and dribbled onto my full breasts before I recovered and was able to line my mouth back up with his stream. He took a step closer as he finished peeing, his weaker stream of urine meant he needed to get a little closer to make sure it landed in my mouth.
Then, I put on my sexy, black 4" heels as I decided it was time I head out of my home to fulfill the task my mistress commanded. So, it was one of those days when my mistress had ordered me to do something for her and, of course, I was gonna follow her command. So, around eight in the morning, I got into my car and headed out. I pushed my inside in order to release my piss while I stood at a public place, at eight-thirty on a Monday morning. While she did that, she attracted a lot of attention towards us and I had around eight people, male and female look at me while I pissed myself in public, like the dirty bitch that I had become.