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"Looks like you need to use your tongue to mop the floor," I said, "since my friend has grown very attached to your cleaning tools." She showed no reaction and so I got up on my feet, my wet dress clinging tightly to my tits as I stepped right in front of her. "Then Novella will give you what you need." I turned the girl over until she sat in the puddle on the floor, her legs spread wide towards the librarian, who knelt down on her knees, carefully moving the mop behind her so it would stay up her butt, but not get pushed in any further. I reached for the broom and handed it over to Novella, who looked at me puzzled, but soon understood and carefully tried to push the stick into the girl's hungry cunt, licking her all the way.
Amy relaxed, pulling her red dress down, crossing her legs and making herself comfortable, as Cathy sat opposite. As Cathy leant over, her large breasts swung easily, free, fully visible to Amy, who found herself aching to touch them. She took Cathy's nipples between her fingers, twisiting them as she would with her own; gently at first, then harder. Cathy lowered the other strap of Amy's dress, biting her other nipple, leaving hickeys across Amy's smaller tits. Cathy's skilled fingers curled inside Amy's vulnerable cunt, caressing her velvet walls, fucking her hard. Amy moaned, blushing, feeling the fingers taking her hard. Cathy moved, getting Amy onto all fours, her dress up, her ass on show. Cathy obliged. Her fingers, wet with Amy's cunt cream, touched her dark star hole.
Jenny was immediately beside her, arm draped over her shoulder, the other closing the door behind them as she led her upset friend into the house. She was going to try this, 'lesbian' thing with her, but she wanted to get Jenny to ask for it! Susie..." she pleaded now, "Let me go already, what if my mom comes back?" A last ditch effort to stop her friend, but it was easily rebutted. Susie's tight, clean, pink slit, clearly wet from teasing Jenny. Jenny opened her mouth to protest, to try and correct her weakness earlier, but Susie was having none of that. After fumbling with kissing, suckling, nibbling and licking, Jenny got the hang of it and started to properly please Susie.
I admired the loveliness of the plum of my acrylic nails against her creamy skin, before I asked, “Are you sure you want to do this tonight?” She raised her gaze to mine, and stared for a moment, soft brown eyes wide as a doe’s, before giving a small but firm nod. I never thought you’d come that quickly.” My leg, tortured already by her silk touch, was further abused by her lovely fingers, stroked by smooth knuckles, then lightly scraped by fingernails as the petting went up, then down. My breathing felt labored, my throat tight, and I didn’t want to look at Sara.
Leah was standing behind me and to my left with her body slightly covered by mine as she talked with my parents, no damage was being done until I felt her right hand start down the inside of my pants to caress my left cheek. I don't really know if it was the restraints, the fact that I can't stop her from doing anything she wanted to me, the plug in my ass getting bumped by her actions in my pussy and sending a now very wonderful feeling through me, the submissive character that was suddenly coming out of my mouth or a mix of all of the above but I was enjoying this even if I didn't want to.
"No, Miss Cathy, I sure wouldn't." Lola's smile seemed aimed at Amy, who felt uneasy in her presence. "One of the things I teach girls is how to avoid women like Brenda." Even as Cathy spoke, Brenda was parting her legs, and from Amy's position, affording a view of her panties. Cathy smiled. "Let's see, you are red-faced, staring at her, and your nipples threaten to rip a hole in your top. The elevator opened - straight into Cathy's suite. Amy's first impressions were that it was huge, opulent, a bank of windows facing the city skyline, which twinkled in the dusk. Cathy touched her chin, looking at her. "I doubt it is only your nipples that are excited. Cathy looked hard at her, taking her finger and placing them under Amy's nose.
I stood up, nodding my acceptance of her request, and reached behind my back, unzipping the dress slowly. I pulled the shoulders of the dress off and slipped my arms out, revealing my naked 38DD breasts to Mallory. I smiled as I saw her subconsciously licking her lips as she gazed upon my full breasts. I continued to push the dress down over my waist, my hips and my ass, wiggling playfully as I slipped the dress down, allowing Mallory to look upon my bald pussy, which was glistening slightly in the light of the room from the hint of moisture that had been forming from the moment I saw her in the doorway. Once the dress was gathered on the floor around my ankles, I stepped forward and returned to my knees.
I picked up discarded stockings and suspender belt and walked back through to the bedroom where I found Lana partly dressed and wearing the knickers I had bought for her which looked delicious on her. I stepped back and she entered followed by Sophie who was almost as tall as Lana and Lyn and who wore a dress similar to mine – calf length with small sleeves although hers buttoned from neck to hem while mine had no buttons. I followed Sophie back to the kitchen where Lyn and Lana were kissing in a very unsisterly manner. We ate supper, a delicious casserole of beef and then retired once again to the sitting room, this time with me sharing a sofa with Lana and Lyn and Sophie sharing another in the large, high-ceilinged room.
The mother looked at the saleswoman who had just watched the whole thing and said, "I will pay for Mistress Carla's outfit." She then took her daughter and went into the changing room. Carla dropped her skirt, laughed and said, "Don't worry June, play your cards right and you will get the privilege of eating my pussy, like your daughter often does, but you need to earn it." My mother coming back to her senses with the reference to her daughter, looked at me, again embarrassed. Do not tell my mother I know." Carla finished getting dressed and said, "Thanks for the orgasm you slut." She went to the door and turned back, "You should be ashamed of yourself, fucking your daughter's best friend." Then Carla walked out.
Amy couldn’t help but giggle through the ball gag as Tracy started sucking on her right nipple, lathering it in saliva. Looking further downwards, Tracy enjoyed the sight of Amy’s tight, wet butthole wrapped around the base of the butt plug. Amy tried to pull herself away but Tracy was too fast, engulfing Amy’s lips with her mouth. Tracy’s got the craziest BDSM fetish, thought Amy, as she felt the cool metal sliding across her urethral walls, the thickness of the metal filling and stretching her delicate urethra. Amy wrapped her legs around Tracy as she started grinding her pussy on top of Amy’s. After a few moments, Tracy leaned forward until her upper body was resting directly on Amy’s, and they started kissing passionately.
Please write back if you're interested." Attached was a picture of a pair of pink, wet pussy lips spread wide, while on the thighs next to them someone wrote "for Kat" with the date of the email. I leaned back and lifted up my legs, my fingers frantically running hard and fast across my pubes, rubbing my poor clit with both hands until it felt glowing hot. Since I've already started playing with electronics, I reached for the mouse, opening the other two pictures she'd sent before inserting it into my wet fuckhole, replacing the remote. It was Helga, kneeling on the floor, the bottle still sticking out between her legs, opening her mouth obediently as she looks up at the camera.
I remembered how I could barely refrain from touching my pussy as I watched her perfectly toned body move and contort herself in ways that had me thinking dirty, nasty, dreamy thoughts. Finally, she said, not really looking at me eye to eye, "I was at a party at a friend's house in Malibu last month and I obviously drank a lot and was having a really good time. I frantically continued finger-fucking her ass and then pushed my whole mouth onto her clit and pussy lips. My finger was still buried deep in her ass as I looked up at her, my face now shiny with cunt juice, "So my new toy.
Thinking of all those things, it seemed to her that playing with Alice and Gerald was somehow cheating, even though neither she nor Doris had said anything that might lead to a commitment. Alice and Gerald want me to come over this weekend to play, and I feel like I’d be cheating on you. From the time you set it, until it goes off, you will stand in the kitchen, and you will rub circles on your clit with your right hand while you pinch your nipples with your left. The thought suddenly struck her, as she sniffled to herself, that Doris knew she was not going to be able to rub herself for that long without coming.
I rubbed and teased myself as close to coming as I dared, feeling the heat build up between my legs until it spread all over my body, little beads of sweat appearing on my forehead, my pussy walls clenching and my clit throbbing, and only when the tell-tale ball of fire formed in my loins did I pull my hand away and try to get my composure back. With that, she went to my left side, Eve to my right, and before I knew what was happening, Linda had pulled up my skirt to expose my naked pubes. “Who would have thought that,” Eve surmised, clearly intending me to listen, “that miss correct Katie would someday turn out such a pissy slut.” She looked at me and I could see an idea forming behind her eyes.
I was especially intrigued by stories of an inexperienced girl meeting for the first time, perhaps at a party or at a work place, a confidant lady who just seemed to have a sense of presence about her; a lady who instinctively influenced others with just a gesture, or a look, or a suggestion; a lady who could seduce whomever she wanted, whenever she wanted, with just a smile. She looked up at me, her smile never dimming, leaned closer to me and softly said, "I was just wanting to know if you were wearing stockings, too. She took my face in her palms and pulled it down close to hers, looked in my eyes, then so softly kissed me on the lips.
Liz was taking her time now, rubbing and kneading my cheeks between swats, and her hands roamed quite freely, brushing my pussy lips and making the torture all the much sweeter. With no time for the pain to spread, it remained in hot, angry spots, burning deep into my bum cheeks, the first few already driving tears into my eyes. Jen’s slaps fell close to my pussy, and the pain mixed with the heat between my legs into a heated mess of sensations while I sucked the tangy taste from the panties in my mouth, now drenched with saliva. “Oh silly,” Mandy smiled and brushed her hand over my hair, “you’ll be my best friend, my little pussy licker and the guinea pig for all the wicked ideas I have racing through my mind.”
Somehow I had developed a fixation on what I couldn’t have, and lonely days of trying to make time go by at the mall had turned into regular excursions into clothes shops and lingerie stores where I would eye and touch the garments and dream of being just as womanly as the other customers. When the fingers were right in front of my mouth, my lips parted on their own volition and - for the first time in my life - I tasted my own juices. Her other hand extended towards my pulsing pussy, and then two fingers slowly pushed their way inside me. Her movements grew in intensity and speed, and every time her fingers buried themselves so deep inside me, ripples of pleasure traveled up my tummy.
I stood up as defiantly as I could and looked her straight in the eye and firmly said, "I am the cavalry, and you're going to back off of Cheryl immediately or I'll..." I placed the bra on Mistress Jill's desk with my panties. I stood there in my heels with my nipples clamped by the hanger, waiting to see what Mistress Jill was intending to do with me next, when the phone on her desk rang. Mistress Jill then returned to her office and picked up my skirt, blazer, blouse and bra, and threw them in her lower desk drawer. Mistress Jill closed the door, but left it open enough that I could see her desk and the chair in front of it.
There is nothing particularly sexual about the events of this story, the purpose of this is to express how I felt about them in order for myself to better understand my feelings and find anyone with similar experiences and thoughts. Similar incidents to the first happened several times with the girls successfully predicting my path home about once every 3-4 nights. I was ashamed that I felt this way and was genuinely worried about my mental health since I was unaware at the time that others had similar feelings that I now understand to be submissive tendencies and desires. The girls mumbled something between them before I felt Ellen’s feet move, walking over me, her last step forcing the back of my head into the ground.
I definitely thought I was in love on a few occasions, but that faded away over time. Will you think it is a true love story? It wasn’t until I was 26 and my best friend for many years announced she was engaged and getting married that I realized I was in love; pure, unconditional love. For me, love equals Gwen. Gwen was psychologically shy, yet when a dare was given the shy facade always seemed to fade away as she also hated to lose. That night I went to bed alone thinking of the few times we experimented with each other. The more I considered Gwen and me, the more revelations exploded inside my head. 1. I loved Gwen. 1. I loved Gwen.
Has Slave done something wrong, that Mistress doesn’t want to be touched by her?" I asked. I asked her why and said that if I couldn’t be hers then I didn’t want to be the slave of anyone else. If you don't want me, then I'll be alone, no more slave playing, no more Mistress," I told her. I took the collar and I handed it to her, and said, "Accept this mark of my love and submission to you, please". Her mouth left mine and kissed my neck, licking it where my collar was, with her hands fondling my breasts, without touching my tense nipples. Yes, Serena, I want to serve you and love you, and stay with you every day of my life.”
I must've looked a little lost, as a stewardess asked me right away: "Can I help?" I explain that the bathrooms in the other sections are all occupied and I was just looking for a free one. When I let her go, she closes the door behind her while I gently run my fingers through her hair and whisper into her ear: "I need to pee." My piss soaks her white blouse and at first it looks like she's about to run, but then the submissive in her comes back and she opens her mouth and lets the pee run inside. The rest of the flight I keep wondering if she's got any dry clothes to change into or needs to continue working soaked in my juices.
On those rare days when she felt well above average on the attractiveness scale, Jacquí would arrive at the office in a sleek and stylish new designer suit and steal what little attention Denise hoped to garner. Few people wanted to look at real estate during the morning hours on weekdays, so Denise used the time at her desk to return phone calls, schedule building inspections, challenge property tax assessments, and scour the newspapers online for For Sale By Owner ads. Making small talk with a bunch of strangers just wasn't Denise's idea of a good time, and Jacquí's friends were likely to be a gaggle of Manceaux wannabes. Denise wove the fingers of her free hand through Jacquí's hair and yanked her head up to find eyes drunk with passion.
I found us a lovely little hotel that even said ‘gay friendly’ on its website; a statement that would normally put me right off but it looked gorgeous and the sample menu was divine. ‘Well, I’ve had it for today and I hope you like what I have selected.’ With that she turned away and went into the bathroom where I heard her pee mainly because she left the door open. ‘Don’t speak, feel.’ Her mouth closed on mine and her hips began to move at a slow pace, gently entering me deeper and deeper before withdrawing and then re-entering, a movement she repeated as she kissed me, her tongue mirroring the actions of her girl cock.