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The bathroom smelled like sex and strawberry lip gloss and pure fucking frustration. I braced a hand on the counter, still gripping my half-hard cock, watching the mess drip. She had no idea what she did to me. Or maybe she did. Either way, I was already hard again just thinking about walking back out there and seeing those tits one more time. ***

I let out breathy moans as I watch the porn, glancing down to Mason's tear strained face every now and then. I start to feel closer after watching the whole video of the slave being hurt. Unfortunately at the end of the video they talk to the boy to show it was consensual which ruins the fantasy for me so I turn it off and get Mason on the couch with me. I lay him down on his back and rub the head of my dick on his front hole. Just as I push into him the doorbell rings and I growl in frustration. I sit up and put my extremely hard dick back into my pants as I get off the couch.

I say as Sadie runs her fingers through my patchy beard. "Are you saying you think I'm a slut?" Sadie asks with a fake offended Tone. "Oh yeah, big-time slut." "I didn't even masturbate until I was twenty-one, Frank." "Wait..is this part of the bit or are you serious?" "Serious." Sadie talking about masturbating so liberally is throwing me off. We've talked about sex before but this is new for me. I know everyone masturbates but hearing her say this on my lap feels intimate.

series going for as long as possible. The next day, Ben awoke just before eight o'clock in the morning. He had a huge, throbbing erection that would not go away on its own. Sitting down behind his computer, he began to masturbate to his latest video. His mom's ass was so hot in her shorts...he knew this wouldn't take long. Then, he caught himself, realizing that he was an adult video performer now and he needed a big "money shot" for his video that day. He couldn't just jack off whenever he wanted any more. This thought turned him on even more, which unfortunately, prolonged his agony.

Feeling depraved and devious, she moaned out, "My god, honey, you certainly know how to work my pussy. You're such a dirty boy for licking your own mother's pussy. I've seen you looking at my pussy, honey. I bet you've wanted to do this for a long time, haven't you, honey? Mmm, did you know that I like to play with my pussy while I think about you? I've masturbated to you so many times. I made myself cum three times after I woke up last Sunday and I left my bedroom door unlocked while I played with myself. I orgasmed while thinking about your strong hands all over my body when you massaged me, then again when I fantasized about you walking in on me as I masturbated, and the third time was in

Junior said pointing at me and his mother. “What did I do?” I asked. “Nothing my dear, don’t mind them. I see no wrong in what you said. Honestly, I masturbate when their father is not around.” She blurted. “Mama!” The three of them chorused. And I cringed. What the fuck is wrong with this woman? I liked her so much already.

He traced the crease where thigh met groin, then over my mound, avoiding where I needed it most. When he finally rolled it directly over my exposed clit I screamed, back bowing off the table. He didn’t stop. Kept rolling, slow, watching me shake and beg and cry. “Good girl,” he soothed, voice velvet. “You’re going to come just like this. No fingers. No cock. Just the wheel and my voice telling you what a filthy little niece you are.” It took less than a minute. I came with a broken sob, thighs trembling in the stirrups, pussy clenching hard around the open speculum.

"Look at you. You're dripping. Did you touch yourself on the way here? Did you get yourself worked up thinking about what I was going to do to you?" "Yes," I admitted. "Multiple times." "Dirty," he said, but there was something almost admiring in his voice. "I want you to masturbate. Right here. Right now. While I photograph you coming." I began touching myself, my fingers moving in circles, my hips starting to rock slightly. "Faster," he commanded. "I want to see you lose control." I increased my pace, building toward an orgasm that had been threatening since I arrived. "That's it," he encouraged. "Come for me. Come while I'm documenting your degradation."

They are, watersports, knifeplay, needle play other items, and then forced masturbation, this is a big one for me. Something about masturbating while he watches scares me, sure it turns me on to think about it, but then I think about it, and the whole process freaks me out. Why? I don't know, but I would like to get over it. "I'm ready, which items Masters?" I look at him, I know which ones are a straight no for him, he always has them on his hard list. "Well, there will be no watersports kitty, edge play to an extent, but I don't want too much risk. As for fire play, I found a way that." I look at him. How?

He slowed down on his thrusts and played me expertly, I moaned and he pushed hard, right in my spot. "You like that, baby? you can answer me now, you can beg if you want more." He flipped and wrapped my legs to his waist and fuck me hard. Over and over again, until I was leaking precum. "Yes, more... please," "Good boy, jerk yourself, look at me and let me see you masturbate, make yourself come for me." He poured lube on my hard cock and I was struggling to keep my eyes open while looking at the sexy man smirking at me, while he kept on pounding my ass hard and deep.