- Here, bitch, lick, lick it!
She was drooling: she was suffering and yelping, but she
couldn't follow the order.
She kept pulling at the chain with her neck, but try as she
may, she couldn't get closer than a few inches to my hard cock.
- Whore! I bent down a little and spit in her mouth, she
shivered.
I was about to whip her but I looked at the time, it was
almost eight.
I moved closer, just enough to put my dick in her mouth,
finally.
"Constipated" was a beautiful woman, she was
really worth it! I would have made up an excuse with Marisa, but lying was
useless, she would have known everything, if only she'd wanted to.
The bitch was down on all fours, half naked, amazing, two
incredible fake breasts and man, her ass. I had already though about her, but
one hour was too short a time. Prepare her: tighten a belt, pull a chain, whip
and slap, time just flies. Next time she would have to book two hours.
I imagined being inside her tight little ass and for one
moment I put all numbers aside, I helped myself with a quick jerking and came
right into the mouth of "Constipated". She drank all of it avidly. I caressed her head quickly:
- Good, honey, you've been really good! - I untied her
quickly, checked for whip marks on her butt cheeks.
- Do I have any, love? –
- Are you kidding? Three are going to last for at least a
week... your husband is going to be enthusiast,you'll see. Oh, try and get the
deer lined handcuffs, trust me, it's a game changer! -
I left her the bag kit, with the raspberry lubricant that
helps squirting and the fisting suit for her husband, the engineer. Then I
cashed in the invoice, hurrying out. It was time to run home, I checked that
nobody was following me... Marisa had already cooked the Naples bean soup for
me. I was already delighted at the thought, tired as I was.
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I am a simple and quiet married man of 48 but when I was
about 15, I spent a couple of months at the home of my childless uncle and
aunt. They lived in a rambling old house where I was very comfortably
accommodated in a guest room. As it was a hot summer, I slept naked beneath
only a cotton sheet and as you can imagine, at that age my cock was virtually
always hard, especially in the mornings. I had just opened my eyes on one such
morning and lying on my back I couldn’t help but notice that, although covered
by the fabric, my erection was very evident but before I could do anything
else, the bedroom door opened.
It was too late for me to do anything other than to pretend
that I was still asleep and hope that my cock would wilt on its own accord. I
heard my aunt enter the room which was light enough for her to see perfectly
how things stood... I listened as she slowly approached before stopping from,
what I guessed to be, no more than a metre from the bed.
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