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Last week, Samuel and I had a lot of fun with my friend Yousef Ahmed, a bisexual Somali-American Muslim brother I met in the City of Minneapolis, Minnesota. Yousef Ahmed and I used to fuck before I met Samuel Xavier and fell in love with his sinfully sexy Haitian ass. I actually liked having my big Black husband in a pink bra, pink panties, pink pantyhose and blonde wig while I fucked him up the ass with a big strap-on dildo. Laughing hysterically, Samuel Xavier, my erstwhile husband, worked his dick into my asshole. I screamed like a madwoman as my asshole burned from the twin invasions of his big ole Haitian dick and of course the Tabasco sauce.
Mindy stepped aside as Vern shoveled the urine soaked straw that covered the floor of her stall, and scooped up her manure, and dumped it into a steel drum outside. After about an hour in the morning dawn, Vern was about ready to give up and head back home for some microwave grub when he saw the dastardly fish jump up just a few feet from his float, sending ripples through the water. About a half-hour later, Ol' Flounder was flapping and gasping for breath on a tree stump set back from the water's edge. Vern dropped the fish into a small plastic garbage bag along with some pond water.
Shelly's last orgasm had sent a river of juices running from her pussy down the cleft of her ass cheeks. He returned to the foot of the bed, knelt between her spread legs, and said, "I want you to piss, right here, right now. A tiny stream of piss squirted from between her fat pussy lips. Her pussy twitched and squirted a little more piss, this time onto his face. Shame and embarrassment washed over Shelly, but the stranger just licked harder at her pussy. He wasted no time but attacked her dripping twat with his whole face, licking her clit, nuzzling her lips and hole with his nose, putting his mouth over her whole pussy.
I had never really thought about how long it takes for cum to dry until I was standing in my bathroom and watching Susan's freshly shaved head turn from a wet glisten to a dull sheen. I didn't want Susan to know what was coming, and so I reached down and slapped her ass again, adding a matching hand print to her other cheek. I pushed slowly in and out a few more times, enjoying Susan's desperate gasps and moans with each thrust, and then I shoved my hands under her chest and grabbed her tits while dropping my weight completely onto her back.
But Julia started to really need to pee, and asked again to use the bathroom once the ride had finished. As soon as Chris said 'a few hours,' a bright yellow spot began to grow at Julia's crotch. "Did you wet your diaper, dirty little girl?" he asked in a loud voice, earning a crowd of staring faces locked on Julia. Chris began to notice little trails of pee skating down Julia's legs around the end of the day. Chris informed a rather elated Julia on the trip home that she "will stay diapered until I tell you that you can be a big girl again, and wear big girl undies again..
You responded instantly, arching against me and gasping as I slowly worked over your neck, shoulders, arms, chest, stomach, and thighs with my tongue and mouth playing over you with gentle kisses and suction and well placed hard, deep bites that were slow and sustaining. I couldn't hold it as long as I wanted, as always, and shortly after feeling the beginnings of my gag reflex refusing suppression I rapidly pulled you out of my mouth and then just as quickly sucked you back into my mouth and ran my tongue in a circle until you were too deep in my mouth to maneuver that way.
Actually, I'm happy to be how I am, but it took me a very long time to get that way. But I didn't waste any thoughts on stopping there, and I was almost giddy as I turned on the clippers and took the first long strip of hair from the top of my head. I started slowly, rubbing my tits with one hand while the other explored the sensation of the stubble on my head, but it wasn't long before my hands found their way below my waste and slowly spread my lips apart. Even as aroused as I was, I knew that it was going to take a long time to cum with just my fingers, but I made it last longer still by picturing Brad standing over me and stroking a wonderfully thick cock.
"Well, not that," she said, nodding at my crotch, "but fuck yeah, you've got something I want." Marie had been relaxing back with a foot up on the chair next to her, but she dropped it and leaned forward.as she gave me her trademark flirting face. I certainly wouldn't have minded sharing my toys, as Marie so eloquently put it, but there was a big difference between subduing Susan in the way that she liked and forcing her into something that she didn't. I still wasn't going to let Susan cum and there was no way anything would happen between Marie and I even if I wanted it to, which I didn't.
The water was just-less-than-uncomfortably hot, she stood with her arms raised, hands clasped around the base of the shower-head. At the same time, my hands were everywhere, the soap slick and bubbly underneath my fingers. As I made my way down her body, I'd push her feet just a bit wider apart so the water that ran down her back would find its way onto her inner thighs, then down her legs. I edged her two more times, then turned off the water and handed her a towel. Once or twice while waiting for the taxi, I walked up behind her and kissed her on the shoulder or the neck and felt he small shudder race through her body.
Between the dogs, my coughing, and my Master's movements against my face in his sleep, I often awoke, to be greeted with such a glorious sight each time. The way He pushed his feet against my face, flexed His arches, and lightly kicked at me, making Himself comfortable, I only inched closer to Him. When He lifted his feet and placed one on my breast and one on my neck, I was certain He was awake and playing with me. If He was toying with me, then it would have been to see me do this for sure, and the fact that His head was turned the opposite way while I lightly rocked the bed pleasuring myself underneath Him assured me He was asleep.
Susan immediately set to washing my back and shoulders, working slowly and gently down each arm and taking extra time on my hands as our fingers entwined. Susan's scrubbing had slowed, and her tits were occasionally lifting off of the floor as she worked, and so I didn't need to wait for a reason to give her ample ass a firm slap. It was already late afternoon by the time that we finished, and not being able to immediately come up with anything else for Susan to clean and wanting to save my numerous ideas for torturing her further, I decided to indulge in my usual Saturday nap.
I wanted to tease myself while I waited to see where the night was going, and the silk felt exquisite sliding over the head of my cock as I leaned against the kitchen bar and mixed a pair of margaritas. Several times it looked like she wanted to reach down and rub herself, but since she seemed to sense that I wasn't going to let her, she dug her hands into her thighs instead. "Rub it in," I said, still catching my breath from the intense orgasm, and Susan gingerly touched her smooth skin before eagerly working the cum around with her hands.
I cannot imagine that you think I would be happy for you to walk the corridors of my business, where my guests could see you, looking like that!" She hissed the last word, and Charlotte flinched but still said nothing in her defence. Although Jane had suspicions about her maid's lesbian inclinations from the way she'd seen her looking at her breasts, she did not know where Charlotte's desires lay. Whatever she did, she made sure it was a firm spank, and she noted that at no point did Charlotte try to escape – she wriggled and winced and cried out and kicked her legs, but she stayed in place, taking the stern punishment.
"Shhhh, Francine, I want your asshole nice and clean too play in, you know that, now be a good girl while I finish filling your asshole up." Francine Had become able to hold large amounts of fluid in her bowels, and had learned to retain it, if Tom wished her to, for a period of time up to a half an hour, or sometimes a little longer. "I'm a nasty girl, and I like to get fucked in the ass by really big dicks!" Francine gasped in-between slaps. However, Francine told Tom that the discomfort of the urgency, had given way to pleasure, and she was prepared to hold the enema like a "good girl", until he was ready her let her expel.
My stainless steel chastity belt was locked on and it's key was on the dresser across the room (the collar key of course was just barely within my reach for when I was exhausted), and I was just starting to climb the peak of sexual frustration caused by a week's abstinence followed by an expected several hours working like hell to achieve an unattainable climax. I'm not sure if Joe and Sue (our guests) had been briefed on what to expect or not but while they stared (both of them seemed quite interested) they didn't appear as surprised as you would expect friends of Sid and Kathy who only knew me casually to be to walk in and find me nude and locked into a steel chastity belt (my normal "go to work" collar really is subtle enough to be mistaken for jewelry).
As I pull the tank top over my head, my kitten bell responds with a little jingle, jingle. As I bob my head against him, I hear my kitten bell jingle jingle and a little smile comes to my lips. He puts one hand to the back of my head and pets me gently as I continue stroking and sucking his cock. "Trust me, Kitten," he says again as he grabs both breasts and begins kneading them harder than ever while kissing and nipping my neck. Across both cheeks, I could feel the tears in my eyes as each time he spanks me, my kitten bell jingle jingles.
"Mmmm delightful slave." You feel My hands caressing your asscheeks around the line of your thong. Suddenly My hand spanks your ass once, HARD, a squeal releases from you at the sudden lash. You cry and choke trying to pull your arms and legs in to cradle yourself when you feel My thick swollen cock slap against your cheek. One hand twisting in your hair, the other lashing the flogger across your welted breasts, as you choke down My cock. As you plead, you feel Me move between your legs...the head of My thick wet cock slapping at your clit as I tease you. Suddenly you feel the iron stiff cock yanked out, and rammed hard into your ass.
He shook it a little harder, and Shelly felt her nipples rub against the fabric. The stranger knelt on the bed between her legs, and Shelly was suddenly quite sure he intended to fuck her right then. "Look at how those panties slide right in between those fat pussy lips like dental floss." Though she wanted to look away, she couldn't, and Shelly watched as her fleshy pussy held the panties securely in place, deep in the crevice of her pussy. He leaned forward and Shelly let out a moan as his tongue lovingly stroked those lips he had just degraded. He was sucking on her clit, tickling it with his tongue, when suddenly with one hand he yanked the panties out of her wet pussy.
Master reached down and tousled Pussycat's hair...as if he were actually petting a cat. I will be along shortly after I tend to this Bitchdog you brought home with you." Master said as he was affixing a collar onto me and hooking the leash to it. All new pets must have baths." Master said as he started into the house holding my leash. I didn't want to spend an entire weekend playing a Bitchdog...oh great, now he has me even thinking the word "Bitchdog." I was on my hands and knees in the bathtub when I spotted the shampoo Master was holding. "Sit down in the tub you fucking, Bitchdog!" Master shouted as yanked my leash. "Oh, my little Bitchdog likes when Master cleans her." He said.
Sure, the bed was warm and it was cold out, but that wasn't why she was delaying getting up. She'd had quite a bit of water before bed and even some during the night. She had drunk all the water and had waited in bed till he came to her. He stood at the sink and turned on the tap just a little bit. She stood there listening to the water running into the sink. The running water was exacerbating her need to pee. He moved away from the sink as he finally turned the water off. "Kneel with your back to the shower head." As the water washed over her, she felt her nipples harden in the cool.
The ride was long and scenery tolerable, but my conductor proved a fulfilling way to pass time! Another smirk crossed my lips thinking of the pleasures I would soon derive from my pussieboy in the days ahead. I took a final spritz of Chanel No. 5, knowing it bothers my pussieboy, and put the bottle back in my purse before opening the door. Through the material of his uniform I squeezed till his eyes closed, allowing him little time to ogle my breasts. "It was a pleasure traveling on your, ah, big train." He looked down into my eyes, and then to my breasts again, which I lifted to the occasion.