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Master is extremely considerate. As I listen to his voice, my heart begins to pound. Eventually I remember that I already had plans for the evening. I was going out to dinner with my boyfriend Scott. A client presentation has just been moved up.

I may even have to come into the office Saturday and Sunday. The obvious disappointment in his voice pleases me. He really is a good boyfriend, so trusting and honorable. I should feel guilty about deceiving him. When he steps inside, I move into his embrace, pressing my tits into his chest. His hands clasp my ass cheeks and delve into my cleft. We fuck right there on the living room carpet.

Eventually he carries little me into the bedroom, throws me on the bed and ravishes me repeatedly. The image is so vivid that for a moment I lose track of the conversation. With a shudder, I force myself back to reality. Before I met him, I was a real cock tease. Now, I guess you could call me a cock please.

After thinking about cock all day, I leave work right on time. Master lives across town about forty minutes away. I first visited his house about six months ago. I was jogging in the park when this incredibly gross looking middle-aged man came up alongside me. His belly hung over the waistband of his shorts and bounced up and down as he huffed and puffed, struggling to keep pace with me.

I was about to race away when he reached out and swatted me on the ass. I felt a sharp stinging sensation where he touched me, and the next thing I knew I was lying on the ground. A handsome, muscular guy with chiseled abs stood over me, looking down with anxious concern. Instead, he grabbed me under my armpits and hoisted me to my feet, guiding me to his car, a roomy old Buick sedan with torn upholstery. I spent the entire weekend at his house, wearing a frilly white apron and towering heels, cooking and cleaning for Master and being fucked.

Once he even took me at the kitchen sink, bending me forward and penetrating me from behind while I scrubbed the pots and pans. Master finished with a grunt.

Leaning forward, his hand scooped up some soapy dishwater and splashed it on my tits. Just remembering it now makes me tingle all over. Master lives in an old industrial suburb next to a boarded up factory. The last time I parked in the driveway someone stole my tires. My tits emerge first. Then I step out of my skirt and remove all my undergarments that insulate my cunt from the world.

My pussy is already moist, and the lips are slightly parted in anticipation. Like the bitch in heat I am, my holes are fully exposed.

I cross the threshold into the bedroom and wait, trembling. Instantly, I do his bidding. I drop to the floor so my breasts, belly and thighs press into the thick carpet. Thrusting my pelvis and shoulders from side to side, I undulate like a serpent. The nap scratches my skin, and I can feel my breasts and cunt growing so inflamed I can barely stand it.

Finally, I reach his feet, with my forehead pressed up against his toes. For what feels like an eternity, my world is nothing but the heavy pounding of my heart and the throbbing of my cunt. Then he orders me to rise to my knees. My breasts hang out in front of me, heavy and swollen with lust, and the nipples are as large and dark as bing cherries waiting to be devoured.

His cock is like a steel rod. The more I lick the more the saliva flows. My cunt is so wet, the juices are running down my leg. Eventually, I work my way up to his stomach.

That requires special permission, although I would give anything right now to take it in my mouth and feel its hardness scrapping my throat. Instead, he turns around and gives me his ass. Bitch that I am, I immediately bury my face in it, licking and nuzzling the cheeks, delving into the cleft and probing with my tongue. If I were permitted, I would do far more. Finally, he turns to face me once more.

Still on my knees before him, I look up at him through glassy eyes. Lindsay and Little Sex Slave are one and the same. My two identities have fused into one. Master puts his foot on the top of my head and pushes me down until my forehead is pressed to the carpet.

My master is kind. His cock slips into my wet cunt, and he rams all the way in. He keeps the fuck rhythm going. His hands clench the flesh of my buttocks, grabbing handfuls as he runs his cock in and out.

But then he pulls out, and almost immediately I feel his cock jab against my asshole, searing the flesh as it penetrates. I know better than to cry out or squirm, and after a few moments the pain eases, replaced by a pleasure that grips my bowels and suffuses me. I want to cry tears of gratitude. But we are far from done. I feel my head being lifted to the level of his groin, and he presses his massive rod to my face.

My lips form around his massive cockhead as I capture his raging glory between my breasts and squeeze them together around his massive member. Up and down, I tit and mouth-fuck his massive dick. I can feel the tension growing and taste the salty pre-cum. A cannon shot of hot goo hits my face and splatters on my breasts, reeling me into yet another climax. I fall back, and for a while I just lie there with my legs spread and my arms loose at my side, oblivious to everything around me.

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Sex slave want to fuck

Master is extremely considerate. As I listen to his voice, my heart begins to pound. Eventually I remember that I already had plans for the evening.

I was going out to dinner with my boyfriend Scott. A client presentation has just been moved up. I may even have to come into the office Saturday and Sunday. The obvious disappointment in his voice pleases me. He really is a good boyfriend, so trusting and honorable. I should feel guilty about deceiving him.

When he steps inside, I move into his embrace, pressing my tits into his chest. His hands clasp my ass cheeks and delve into my cleft. We fuck right there on the living room carpet. Eventually he carries little me into the bedroom, throws me on the bed and ravishes me repeatedly. The image is so vivid that for a moment I lose track of the conversation. With a shudder, I force myself back to reality. Before I met him, I was a real cock tease. Now, I guess you could call me a cock please.

After thinking about cock all day, I leave work right on time. Master lives across town about forty minutes away. I first visited his house about six months ago. I was jogging in the park when this incredibly gross looking middle-aged man came up alongside me.

His belly hung over the waistband of his shorts and bounced up and down as he huffed and puffed, struggling to keep pace with me. I was about to race away when he reached out and swatted me on the ass. I felt a sharp stinging sensation where he touched me, and the next thing I knew I was lying on the ground. A handsome, muscular guy with chiseled abs stood over me, looking down with anxious concern.

Instead, he grabbed me under my armpits and hoisted me to my feet, guiding me to his car, a roomy old Buick sedan with torn upholstery. I spent the entire weekend at his house, wearing a frilly white apron and towering heels, cooking and cleaning for Master and being fucked. Once he even took me at the kitchen sink, bending me forward and penetrating me from behind while I scrubbed the pots and pans.

Master finished with a grunt. Leaning forward, his hand scooped up some soapy dishwater and splashed it on my tits. Just remembering it now makes me tingle all over. Master lives in an old industrial suburb next to a boarded up factory. The last time I parked in the driveway someone stole my tires. My tits emerge first. Then I step out of my skirt and remove all my undergarments that insulate my cunt from the world.

My pussy is already moist, and the lips are slightly parted in anticipation. Like the bitch in heat I am, my holes are fully exposed. I cross the threshold into the bedroom and wait, trembling.

Instantly, I do his bidding. I drop to the floor so my breasts, belly and thighs press into the thick carpet. Thrusting my pelvis and shoulders from side to side, I undulate like a serpent. The nap scratches my skin, and I can feel my breasts and cunt growing so inflamed I can barely stand it.

Finally, I reach his feet, with my forehead pressed up against his toes. For what feels like an eternity, my world is nothing but the heavy pounding of my heart and the throbbing of my cunt. Then he orders me to rise to my knees. My breasts hang out in front of me, heavy and swollen with lust, and the nipples are as large and dark as bing cherries waiting to be devoured.

His cock is like a steel rod. The more I lick the more the saliva flows. My cunt is so wet, the juices are running down my leg. Eventually, I work my way up to his stomach. That requires special permission, although I would give anything right now to take it in my mouth and feel its hardness scrapping my throat. Instead, he turns around and gives me his ass.

Bitch that I am, I immediately bury my face in it, licking and nuzzling the cheeks, delving into the cleft and probing with my tongue. If I were permitted, I would do far more. Finally, he turns to face me once more. Still on my knees before him, I look up at him through glassy eyes. Lindsay and Little Sex Slave are one and the same. My two identities have fused into one.

Master puts his foot on the top of my head and pushes me down until my forehead is pressed to the carpet. My master is kind. His cock slips into my wet cunt, and he rams all the way in. He keeps the fuck rhythm going. His hands clench the flesh of my buttocks, grabbing handfuls as he runs his cock in and out. But then he pulls out, and almost immediately I feel his cock jab against my asshole, searing the flesh as it penetrates.

I know better than to cry out or squirm, and after a few moments the pain eases, replaced by a pleasure that grips my bowels and suffuses me. I want to cry tears of gratitude. But we are far from done. I feel my head being lifted to the level of his groin, and he presses his massive rod to my face. My lips form around his massive cockhead as I capture his raging glory between my breasts and squeeze them together around his massive member. Up and down, I tit and mouth-fuck his massive dick.

I can feel the tension growing and taste the salty pre-cum. A cannon shot of hot goo hits my face and splatters on my breasts, reeling me into yet another climax. I fall back, and for a while I just lie there with my legs spread and my arms loose at my side, oblivious to everything around me.

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  1. The nap scratches my skin, and I can feel my breasts and cunt growing so inflamed I can barely stand it. My lips form around his massive cockhead as I capture his raging glory between my breasts and squeeze them together around his massive member. Lindsay and Little Sex Slave are one and the same.

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