Sidewinder Force Feedback 2
Keisha lost the first hand and I won, so Keisha stood up and walked up next to me, I stood and Unhooked her bra, the clasp was in the front, and I took my time circling my fingers in her cleavage to disengage the bra. Slowly I pulled the bra away and revealed the largest nicest breasts I had ever seen, nice and soft, and delicious.
Julie bounced off the bed and called home. And she didn't have to say anything when she hung up the phone; the gleam in her eyes was a clear indication that the deal was sealed. Julie's parent's mountain cabin would be the site of our Black Cock/Sluthood Victory Party.
Well, she wasn't going to be idle any longer. Everything for her escape was ready. Her bag was packed with only the essentials, a few drab peasant dresses, food that she had managed to steal and sewn in the hem of her skirt were coins and jewelry she would need to survive.
Note: Some of the earlier incidents of this story are covered in Ulyssa's version of my story. I wish to thank her for kindly proofreading this story for me and for offering some valuable assistance. Portions of this story are used with Ulyssa's permission. TCD
Rick reached down and took Megan's nipples and began to gently pinch them with his fingers as she continued to suck on his cock. Megan gave her husband as much pleasure as she could possibly give him that morning and kept taking his cock to the back of her throat dozens of times until she took it out of her mouth and held onto it with her hand as she began to lick and suck his balls into her mouth one at a time.
Jack introduced me to his lover "Rita this is Mark, my son-in-law. Mark meet Rita."
"Thank you," I started to walk with her, slightly behind as I didn't want to get lost.
"Good, I was kind of hoping you would. I'm going to play too." said Chris.
"Why did you not tell me the truth when the opportunity arose?"
They had talked for a while before one night; Josh began talking to her while she was playing. He asked her what she was doing, and she told him. With a wink and a smile, she let him know that she was lightly touching herself, brushing the tips of her fingers against her hard clit.
Later that week, I was going away on vacation, and Goddess ordered me to bring home a shot glass for her. Of course I complied, and the next opportunity to be together, she again ordered me to wait for her in out dungeon, blindfolded and naked, on my knees. She came in and greeted me with a kiss, and a smack on my ass, and then she told me to start masturbating. While I was stroking my cock, she opened her gift. When I was about to cum, she handed me the shot glass and told me to fill it up for her, warning me that if I spilled a drop, or did not fill it up, I would be severely punished. The only thing that came to my mind was the burning question, Why did I buy a tall shot glass?!?!? I would never be able to fill that thing. I did not spill any, but I had to continue stroking after I came in an attempt to get every drop I could get. She removed my blindfold and dipped her finger in the glass. She brought it to my lips and smeared it on them. I opened my mouth and sucked her fingers, getting them clean for her. She then lifted the glass to her lips and sucked it down. She leaned in to me and kissed me long and hard, passing my cum back into my mouth. We continued kissing until all of the cum had been swallowed by both of us, and then she laid back and ordered me to suck her until she had gotten the orgasm that she deserved for letting me share my cum with her.
"As her hand closed over my mouth I felt a warmth between my legs immediately. Within less than a second I could not move. Her hand stifled any possible outcry. It appeared to cover my whole face and then another hand grasped my erection. I know that didn't happen. That it what I felt. Then just before I collapsed to the floor I appeared to be held between her hands as if I was some damned doll only six inches high. Her fingers played with my erection. I was sucking on her pinkie like a baby. She placed me against her breast and stroked me. Then I was humping as if I was trying to drive my tool through a woman and out the other side. That's all I remember until the banging in the cellar woke me two hours later. My tool was sore as if I'd been rubbing it with sandpaper and I was more drained that I have ever been."
Here I was, sitting looking at a mirror which my hands were against the wall. Behind me Bill was fucking me so damn hard it wasn't funny. I looked at myself in the mirror, my makeup was smeared, I had cum dripping down my face and over my tits. The stains will be a hell to get out of this dress.
Yet a deep, shameful part of me wanted to make this disgusting display. Slowly I caressed my breasts, my hands gradually spiralled in to my aureoles, stimulating the chicken flesh bumps, and then very lightly touching my nipples with my fingertips I made them stand out proud and hard. My hands wandered to me belly, circling and teasing the little hollow button before moving to my mound and pubes, the tender skin shaven completely smooth. I felt myself becoming warm, then warmer still and my movement stronger. I began to gyrate my hips and grind my palms into my pelvis. A parted my legs wider and started to feel the familiar pulses emanating from the core of my womanhood. Gutteral sounds, grunts escaped my lips and I rapidly reached climax.
"Hi, what are you doing here?"
She sighed, then left the room for a moment, returning with her purse. I'd gotten up to look at the pool and wind-swept trees through the french doors, desperately needing some air to relieve my simmering hostility and the pervasive sexual tension. Showing me her driver's license, I saw that she was, indeed, of legal age. "Where are your birth control pills?" I demanded, assuming – though ambivalently – that she had them.
M: No, it was good. It made my cock even harder.
Great! Just when I was beginning to enjoy standing there in the freezing cold, getting completely soaked!
I had to really try not to drool in class as some more students walked in. I recognized a lot of actors, not by name but I saw that guy from Dawson's Creek and a couple chicks from the OC. I turned to Sarah whose assigned seat apparently was meant to be nearly on the other side of the room from me.
Julie bounced off the bed and called home. And she didn't have to say anything when she hung up the phone; the gleam in her eyes was a clear indication that the deal was sealed. Julie's parent's mountain cabin would be the site of our Black Cock/Sluthood Victory Party.
Well, she wasn't going to be idle any longer. Everything for her escape was ready. Her bag was packed with only the essentials, a few drab peasant dresses, food that she had managed to steal and sewn in the hem of her skirt were coins and jewelry she would need to survive.
Note: Some of the earlier incidents of this story are covered in Ulyssa's version of my story. I wish to thank her for kindly proofreading this story for me and for offering some valuable assistance. Portions of this story are used with Ulyssa's permission. TCD
Rick reached down and took Megan's nipples and began to gently pinch them with his fingers as she continued to suck on his cock. Megan gave her husband as much pleasure as she could possibly give him that morning and kept taking his cock to the back of her throat dozens of times until she took it out of her mouth and held onto it with her hand as she began to lick and suck his balls into her mouth one at a time.
Jack introduced me to his lover "Rita this is Mark, my son-in-law. Mark meet Rita."
"Thank you," I started to walk with her, slightly behind as I didn't want to get lost.
"Good, I was kind of hoping you would. I'm going to play too." said Chris.
"Why did you not tell me the truth when the opportunity arose?"
They had talked for a while before one night; Josh began talking to her while she was playing. He asked her what she was doing, and she told him. With a wink and a smile, she let him know that she was lightly touching herself, brushing the tips of her fingers against her hard clit.
Later that week, I was going away on vacation, and Goddess ordered me to bring home a shot glass for her. Of course I complied, and the next opportunity to be together, she again ordered me to wait for her in out dungeon, blindfolded and naked, on my knees. She came in and greeted me with a kiss, and a smack on my ass, and then she told me to start masturbating. While I was stroking my cock, she opened her gift. When I was about to cum, she handed me the shot glass and told me to fill it up for her, warning me that if I spilled a drop, or did not fill it up, I would be severely punished. The only thing that came to my mind was the burning question, Why did I buy a tall shot glass?!?!? I would never be able to fill that thing. I did not spill any, but I had to continue stroking after I came in an attempt to get every drop I could get. She removed my blindfold and dipped her finger in the glass. She brought it to my lips and smeared it on them. I opened my mouth and sucked her fingers, getting them clean for her. She then lifted the glass to her lips and sucked it down. She leaned in to me and kissed me long and hard, passing my cum back into my mouth. We continued kissing until all of the cum had been swallowed by both of us, and then she laid back and ordered me to suck her until she had gotten the orgasm that she deserved for letting me share my cum with her.
"As her hand closed over my mouth I felt a warmth between my legs immediately. Within less than a second I could not move. Her hand stifled any possible outcry. It appeared to cover my whole face and then another hand grasped my erection. I know that didn't happen. That it what I felt. Then just before I collapsed to the floor I appeared to be held between her hands as if I was some damned doll only six inches high. Her fingers played with my erection. I was sucking on her pinkie like a baby. She placed me against her breast and stroked me. Then I was humping as if I was trying to drive my tool through a woman and out the other side. That's all I remember until the banging in the cellar woke me two hours later. My tool was sore as if I'd been rubbing it with sandpaper and I was more drained that I have ever been."
Here I was, sitting looking at a mirror which my hands were against the wall. Behind me Bill was fucking me so damn hard it wasn't funny. I looked at myself in the mirror, my makeup was smeared, I had cum dripping down my face and over my tits. The stains will be a hell to get out of this dress.
Yet a deep, shameful part of me wanted to make this disgusting display. Slowly I caressed my breasts, my hands gradually spiralled in to my aureoles, stimulating the chicken flesh bumps, and then very lightly touching my nipples with my fingertips I made them stand out proud and hard. My hands wandered to me belly, circling and teasing the little hollow button before moving to my mound and pubes, the tender skin shaven completely smooth. I felt myself becoming warm, then warmer still and my movement stronger. I began to gyrate my hips and grind my palms into my pelvis. A parted my legs wider and started to feel the familiar pulses emanating from the core of my womanhood. Gutteral sounds, grunts escaped my lips and I rapidly reached climax.
"Hi, what are you doing here?"
She sighed, then left the room for a moment, returning with her purse. I'd gotten up to look at the pool and wind-swept trees through the french doors, desperately needing some air to relieve my simmering hostility and the pervasive sexual tension. Showing me her driver's license, I saw that she was, indeed, of legal age. "Where are your birth control pills?" I demanded, assuming – though ambivalently – that she had them.
M: No, it was good. It made my cock even harder.
Great! Just when I was beginning to enjoy standing there in the freezing cold, getting completely soaked!
I had to really try not to drool in class as some more students walked in. I recognized a lot of actors, not by name but I saw that guy from Dawson's Creek and a couple chicks from the OC. I turned to Sarah whose assigned seat apparently was meant to be nearly on the other side of the room from me.
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