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By the time I returned to Heather I figured her guests were due to arrive and she still had not given me any instructions. Fortunately she did clue me in, at least a bit before they got there. Arriving would be Robert and Marissa. Robert was a very successful business owner (she didn't specify which business) and in his late 50s. Marissa was 20 years his junior and his second wife. As Heather described her I thought trophy wife although she didn't use those words. Robert was in need of her dominatrix services about once or twice a month. Marissa supported that in exchange for her own freedom to pursue sex outside their marriage. Perhaps business arrangement was a better description than marr

Alexander screams in a cry of pleasure as his cock gets harder and bigger between my large lips. “Come! Come now, you dirty slave! I order as I signal Rose to come closer and point her to touch my clit. Like a submissive girl, Rose snuggles up next to me and starts touching me while I ride Alexander who is breathing more and more heavily. I start fingering rose, massaging her g-spot. I could feel the orgasm coming, for everyone. We look at each other in this lethal grip of pleasure and I can see in their eyes that I am the one controlling them. I am their Dominatrix, their Mistress and Madam.

“I’m breeding this cunt. Gonna fill you up with thick loads until it takes. You want Coach’s baby, don’t you? Tell me.” “I do,” I moaned loudly, another orgasm building fast from the brutal pounding. “Put a baby in me, Coach. Fill me up. I’m cumming again…fuck!” My third orgasm exploded through me, walls clamping down hard around his massive cock. I squirted around him, soaking his balls and the bench even more. “Fuck, good girl! Cum on my dick,” Dom praised, not slowing down. He fucked me through it, then flipped the pace even harder, sweat pouring off his body. “One more. Give me another before I breed you proper.”

He looked powerful, untouched by the sickness that had taken his brother. He crawled back over me, his knees forcing my thighs wide. He positioned the wet, blunt head of his cock at my pussy entrance, rubbing it against my clit in slow, rhythmic circles that had me clawing at the sheets, my toes curling into the silk. "Tell me you want it," he commanded, his jaw tight as he fought for his own control. "Tell me you want your husband’s brother inside you." "I want you," I screamed, my legs wrapping around his waist, pulling him closer until I could feel the heat radiating off him. "I want you inside me, Richard! Now!"

“I’m gonna fuck this tight little pussy until you’re screaming for my cock in your ass again.” Abegail could only moan, her head rolling back on the velvet. But Sasha’s voice cut through the haze. “No, keep her focused,” she said, now kneeling beside Abegail’s head, Kael’s hands roaming over her breasts. “Look at what we’re doing.” Sasha guided Kael’s face to her own, kissing him with a ferocious passion. Then she turned, her body arching, and presented her ass to Abegail’s face. “Watch him take me,” Sasha commanded, her tone dripping with dominant heat.

Kate parted her lips, her cheeks burying inside the couch. Alan's fingers left her cunt and moved back to her ass, then he squeezed her cheeks, And suddenly smacked them. "Fuck!" She buckled up and ground against the couch, her back arched, her toes curling. She was the sexiest dom and sub at the same time, and unable to take it anymore, Alan knelt behind her and tore her panties, his cock driving into her in one long smooth move. Damn. Heat rolled down her temple instantly. Alan Sterling poured every frustration she had made him face and fucked her raw, spanking her ass and cupping her mouth to muffle her cries.

inging pain that made him pause. "Stop," she commanded, her voice a low, stern warning. "Not yet." She led him to an immersion table, her movements fluid and confident. She secured his wrists and ankles to the table, flipping him upside down, his face mere inches from her core. She unzipped his pants, his cock already hard and ready. She took him in her hand, her grip firm as she stroked him, her movements slow and teasing. Wolf's breaths came in ragged gasps, his body straining against the restraints, but he didn't moan, understanding her game, knowing that any sound would be a mistake. The timer on the wall ticked down, the seconds counting away until it reached zero. Domica released him,

he says with a smirk plastered across his face. “Please no …no. Stop.” *SMACK* “Ahh…I'm a whore. One” *SMACK* “Ahhhh.. I'm a whore. Two” …..Five,....SIX…..Ten…... .Twelve….. Nineteen. “So this is the final deal” Clover fondled her head gently stroking her hair and caressing her ass cheeks with the stick. Her ass was all red and bruised. *SMACK* “Ahh.. I'm a whore. Twenty.”

I didn't want to be promiscuous, as that's simply too dangerous, but rather I was hoping to find a woman, preferably in a similar situation, for an ongoing sexual relationship, and hopefully a friendship as well. I browsed several pages of ads and found little or no interest in most of them. But one grabbed my attention, even though it wasn't what I was looking for. The headline read: "Sexy BBW looking to entertain for $" I clicked on the ad and it read: "I'm a sexy white BBW with 44DDs looking to make some money to help with the bills. No sex or touching, but I will put on a great show for you." I immediately wrote to her:

My hips buckled wildly but he pulled away, edging me even further. “You see?” He muttered into my ear, fingers gripping my chin do I had no choice but to look at him. “You are my little dirty slut, you don’t come until I allow it. You don’t belong to anyone else. Not that client, not her,” His gaze burned into me. “Only me.” “Yes sir, I sobbed. “Only you.” His lips brushed my ear. “Good girl.” At last, he pressed the vibrator back harder this time. My body arched, chains rattling as the orgasm ripped through me so violently, I screamed his name. My fluids pooling all over the table as I collapsed against glass, sweaty, ruined and breathless.