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“The little slut likes using her tongue,” Heinrich said, moving over to sit in the red corduroy lounger. “Maybe she won’t be so useless after all.”
“I’ve never played with a girl before, Daddy, have you?” Greg asked, watching Anna where she continued to crawl across the floor.
“A few times,” Morden said, smiling. “It’s interesting every once in a while.”
“Can I see what she feels like?” Greg sounded hopeful.
“I don’t know,” Morden replied. “Heinrich, are you done with her?”
“For now,” Heinrich said. “Girls aren’t new to me either. Why don’t we let the boy have his fun.”
“Crawl over here, Goldie, and take off the rest of your clothes.” Suddenly Greg’s voice was no longer teasing but almost as forceful as Morden’s.
Anna did as he asked until she was on her knees naked in front of Greg’s chair.
He sat back, and then gestured to his lap. “Climb up here, straddle my legs, and kneel facing me. I want to play with your breasts.”
Anna did, and moaned at the feeling of the rough fabric of his pants pressing against her open cunt. Then she gasped in pain as Greg roughly grabbed her breasts, squeezing them and pushing them together.
“This is fun,” he said as he pinched her nipples, pulling her breasts away from her chest and then letting them go before slapping them back and forth with his hands.
What he was doing hurt, but Anna had always liked pain and there was something incredibly hot about the disinterested way he explored her body – as though she was a toy rather than an object of desire. When he switched from hurting her to gently flicking his fingers across her nipples, the sensation was so arousing that she moaned.
“I think she likes it, Daddy,” Greg said while alternating between pinching her nipples hard enough to make her scream and gently rubbing the sensitized buds between his first two fingers. “Do you like it Goldie?”
“Yes, sir!” Anna cried out. “Yes, I do.”
“Why don’t you check between her legs, boy,” Morden said from where he sat, and Anna noticed that Heinrich was now kneeling before Morden, enthusiastically sucking his cock. “See how wet she is.”
“Mmm,” Greg said thoughtfully. “I want to see when I do. Hold on.” The last phrase was directed at Anna and she gripped him with her arms and legs as he stood up and walked over to place her on her back on the long wooden table.
Anna was wondering what Greg was going to do to her, when he grabbed her by the legs and pulled her down so that her ass was right at the edge of the table.
“I want you to hold your ankles in your hands,” he said, and when she did he pulled up a chair so that he was sitting right between her spread legs staring in interest at her arousal.
Anna felt herself growing even more aroused as Greg calmly played between her legs, spreading apart her outer and then her inner lips, pulling on them and poking at her clitoris all the while muttering things like “Fascinating” and “I wonder what happens when I do this.” Then she gasped as one of his fingers found the source of her wetness and abruptly pushed into her waiting cunt.
“Oh,” Greg said with a smile in his voice. “It’s all nice and warm and slick in here. I wonder how many fingers I can fit inside.”
Anna moaned as Greg pushed a second finger inside her and started to slowly move them in and out, pulling them apart to widen her before moving a third finger in to join them.
As Greg moved his fingers inside her, he explored her inner walls in a way that no other lover ever had, and the sensations were so extraordinary that Anna suddenly found herself on the verge of orgasm.
“May I come, sir?” Anna asked.
Greg’s fingers stilled for a moment before resuming their explorations. “You didn’t have to ask, you know,” he said, shoving his fingers in so deeply that they pushed against Anna’s cervix. She moaned in discomfort as he explored the firm
“The little slut likes using her tongue,” Heinrich said, moving over to sit in the red corduroy lounger. “Maybe she won’t be so useless after all.”
“I’ve never played with a girl before, Daddy, have you?” Greg asked, watching Anna where she continued to crawl across the floor.
“A few times,” Morden said, smiling. “It’s interesting every once in a while.”
“Can I see what she feels like?” Greg sounded hopeful.
“I don’t know,” Morden replied. “Heinrich, are you done with her?”
“For now,” Heinrich said. “Girls aren’t new to me either. Why don’t we let the boy have his fun.”
“Crawl over here, Goldie, and take off the rest of your clothes.” Suddenly Greg’s voice was no longer teasing but almost as forceful as Morden’s.
Anna did as he asked until she was on her knees naked in front of Greg’s chair.
He sat back, and then gestured to his lap. “Climb up here, straddle my legs, and kneel facing me. I want to play with your breasts.”
Anna did, and moaned at the feeling of the rough fabric of his pants pressing against her open cunt. Then she gasped in pain as Greg roughly grabbed her breasts, squeezing them and pushing them together.
“This is fun,” he said as he pinched her nipples, pulling her breasts away from her chest and then letting them go before slapping them back and forth with his hands.
What he was doing hurt, but Anna had always liked pain and there was something incredibly hot about the disinterested way he explored her body – as though she was a toy rather than an object of desire. When he switched from hurting her to gently flicking his fingers across her nipples, the sensation was so arousing that she moaned.
“I think she likes it, Daddy,” Greg said while alternating between pinching her nipples hard enough to make her scream and gently rubbing the sensitized buds between his first two fingers. “Do you like it Goldie?”
“Yes, sir!” Anna cried out. “Yes, I do.”
“Why don’t you check between her legs, boy,” Morden said from where he sat, and Anna noticed that Heinrich was now kneeling before Morden, enthusiastically sucking his cock. “See how wet she is.”
“Mmm,” Greg said thoughtfully. “I want to see when I do. Hold on.” The last phrase was directed at Anna and she gripped him with her arms and legs as he stood up and walked over to place her on her back on the long wooden table.
Anna was wondering what Greg was going to do to her, when he grabbed her by the legs and pulled her down so that her ass was right at the edge of the table.
“I want you to hold your ankles in your hands,” he said, and when she did he pulled up a chair so that he was sitting right between her spread legs staring in interest at her arousal.
Anna felt herself growing even more aroused as Greg calmly played between her legs, spreading apart her outer and then her inner lips, pulling on them and poking at her clitoris all the while muttering things like “Fascinating” and “I wonder what happens when I do this.” Then she gasped as one of his fingers found the source of her wetness and abruptly pushed into her waiting cunt.
“Oh,” Greg said with a smile in his voice. “It’s all nice and warm and slick in here. I wonder how many fingers I can fit inside.”
Anna moaned as Greg pushed a second finger inside her and started to slowly move them in and out, pulling them apart to widen her before moving a third finger in to join them.
As Greg moved his fingers inside her, he explored her inner walls in a way that no other lover ever had, and the sensations were so extraordinary that Anna suddenly found herself on the verge of orgasm.
“May I come, sir?” Anna asked.
Greg’s fingers stilled for a moment before resuming their explorations. “You didn’t have to ask, you know,” he said, shoving his fingers in so deeply that they pushed against Anna’s cervix. She moaned in discomfort as he explored the firm
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