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Authors: A.L. Bryce
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splayed out on the dining table. I wonder if she’ll eat sushi off me ... OK, OK, time to drop the sarcasm. I wanted to explore this side of myself ... I need to take this seriously. And, fuck! I am waaay turned on. Where is she?
Sophia entered the living room silently. Sophia loved tap pants. The short extremely loose leg openings provided ample opportunity to attend to the pussy. Now, on Willow, they had fallen to one side and half of Willow’s sex lay exposed. Sophia approached and gently touched Willow’s clit through the thin satin fabric with a wet finger. Willow shivered involuntarily but stilled herself as quickly as possible and didn’t make a sound. Sophia gazed with approval at Willow’s attention to detail. Everything was as Sophia had commanded. And she did look beautiful.
Next, Sophia strolled over to Porsche. She too was as Sophia had ordered—and by this Sophia was mildly surprised. She was prepared to be disappointed in Porsche but the girl was laid out perfectly on a large, black silk-covered pillow, her arms and legs extended, the red lace of her panties just barely covering her pussy. The nipples of her titties, peeping out of the lace, were rosy and hard. Her glossy red lips encircled the black ball of the gag. A tiny smear of red had transferred to the black ball, a little dot just outside Porsche’s mouth, and for some reason the speck made Sophia’s cunt clutch up then release, an unexpected delight.
Sophia ran a fingernail from Porsche’s instep up to her inner thigh. Porsche started to whimper, but caught herself, and clenched the ball gag more firmly in her mouth, tasting the rubber. Sophia’s fingernail dug into the soft flesh of Porsche’s skin just below her panties. Porsche remained motionless and silent. Sophia smiled warmly.
In a box near the dining table were several of the toys Sophia had chosen for this evening. She opened the box and took out some lube and a dildo. The lube was one of those self-warming blends, and Sophia popped the cap and squeezed a small glob onto her fingertips, then she pushed her fingers inside the little red panties and slathered the lube onto Porsche’s lips, pushing them open with her fingers and allowing the lube to work its way around. Then Sophia pinched the lips together and squeezed. Porsche breathed deeply through her nose, her body tense now with anticipation. Sophia lubed up the dildo ... a nice blue one, eight inches long. She placed the tip at the opening of the panties and pushed gently forward. Porsche raised up very, very slightly, but enough for Sophia to withdraw the dildo in punishment. Porsche quickly relaxed her bottom and fell back onto the pillow underneath her. But it was too late, Sophia had moved away.
Willow strained to hear what was happening from under her hood. Her entire body was tingling with tension. She was so ready, so very ready. She heard Sophia’s footfalls, muffled by the Oriental rug, coming toward her. Oh, yes, sweet Jesus let her be FIRM with me. Without warning, a dildo was jammed in the tap pants and up her pussy then pulled out and jammed in again and again and again.
“Aaaaaahhhhhhh!” Willow cried in a whisper-scream.
“I’ll allow it.”
The dildo moved in and out and in and out, each time a little deeper, a little meaner.
“Do you like that? Do you like being fucked hard?”
“Yes, Mistress!” Tears of joy cascaded down Willow’s cheeks. She was in heaven.
“Move your hips when I fuck you. Slam against this cock. Do it now.”
Willow flung her hips up and back and up and back in rhythm with the dildo.
“Oh ... ” Willow said, then halted.
“Say it! Tell me how it feels!”
“It feels ... so good. SO GOOD. OH, FUCK! OH, FUCK ME, MISTRESS SOPHIA! FUCK ME SOOOOO GOOOOOD. SHOVE IT UP ME! OH, GOD, YES!”
Sophia stopped immediately.
Willow fell back. Tense with hope.
“Good girl.”
Willow lay still, her pussy throbbing with some pain and a huge amount of pleasure. Her mind
Sophia entered the living room silently. Sophia loved tap pants. The short extremely loose leg openings provided ample opportunity to attend to the pussy. Now, on Willow, they had fallen to one side and half of Willow’s sex lay exposed. Sophia approached and gently touched Willow’s clit through the thin satin fabric with a wet finger. Willow shivered involuntarily but stilled herself as quickly as possible and didn’t make a sound. Sophia gazed with approval at Willow’s attention to detail. Everything was as Sophia had commanded. And she did look beautiful.
Next, Sophia strolled over to Porsche. She too was as Sophia had ordered—and by this Sophia was mildly surprised. She was prepared to be disappointed in Porsche but the girl was laid out perfectly on a large, black silk-covered pillow, her arms and legs extended, the red lace of her panties just barely covering her pussy. The nipples of her titties, peeping out of the lace, were rosy and hard. Her glossy red lips encircled the black ball of the gag. A tiny smear of red had transferred to the black ball, a little dot just outside Porsche’s mouth, and for some reason the speck made Sophia’s cunt clutch up then release, an unexpected delight.
Sophia ran a fingernail from Porsche’s instep up to her inner thigh. Porsche started to whimper, but caught herself, and clenched the ball gag more firmly in her mouth, tasting the rubber. Sophia’s fingernail dug into the soft flesh of Porsche’s skin just below her panties. Porsche remained motionless and silent. Sophia smiled warmly.
In a box near the dining table were several of the toys Sophia had chosen for this evening. She opened the box and took out some lube and a dildo. The lube was one of those self-warming blends, and Sophia popped the cap and squeezed a small glob onto her fingertips, then she pushed her fingers inside the little red panties and slathered the lube onto Porsche’s lips, pushing them open with her fingers and allowing the lube to work its way around. Then Sophia pinched the lips together and squeezed. Porsche breathed deeply through her nose, her body tense now with anticipation. Sophia lubed up the dildo ... a nice blue one, eight inches long. She placed the tip at the opening of the panties and pushed gently forward. Porsche raised up very, very slightly, but enough for Sophia to withdraw the dildo in punishment. Porsche quickly relaxed her bottom and fell back onto the pillow underneath her. But it was too late, Sophia had moved away.
Willow strained to hear what was happening from under her hood. Her entire body was tingling with tension. She was so ready, so very ready. She heard Sophia’s footfalls, muffled by the Oriental rug, coming toward her. Oh, yes, sweet Jesus let her be FIRM with me. Without warning, a dildo was jammed in the tap pants and up her pussy then pulled out and jammed in again and again and again.
“Aaaaaahhhhhhh!” Willow cried in a whisper-scream.
“I’ll allow it.”
The dildo moved in and out and in and out, each time a little deeper, a little meaner.
“Do you like that? Do you like being fucked hard?”
“Yes, Mistress!” Tears of joy cascaded down Willow’s cheeks. She was in heaven.
“Move your hips when I fuck you. Slam against this cock. Do it now.”
Willow flung her hips up and back and up and back in rhythm with the dildo.
“Oh ... ” Willow said, then halted.
“Say it! Tell me how it feels!”
“It feels ... so good. SO GOOD. OH, FUCK! OH, FUCK ME, MISTRESS SOPHIA! FUCK ME SOOOOO GOOOOOD. SHOVE IT UP ME! OH, GOD, YES!”
Sophia stopped immediately.
Willow fell back. Tense with hope.
“Good girl.”
Willow lay still, her pussy throbbing with some pain and a huge amount of pleasure. Her mind
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