Then she knelt.
She placed her hands on the insides of Linda's thighs.
Oh!
I can feel your breath on my bottom!
Linda exclaimed.
Linda cried. The girl, bent backward, catching herself in a backwards fall by landing her hands on mistress's shoulders, bleated like a lost lamb. Could we see a dungeon? What do you do in it? Miss Wentworth grinned from ear to ear. Oh, darlings, you are virgins! Rob and Mark exchanged glances. They'd been up us enough to know they weren't still cherry, although they complained we still felt like we were. Miss Wentworth laughed. Not virgin-virgins, obviously! She took a step forward, patted both Rob and Mark on their considerably aroused groins. Though you bulge like high school boys on a first date, I must admit. Dungeon-virgins. I'll cut the price to 0. What do you say? Decide quickly for I must be ready for my other guests when they arrive. I guess we could, for an hour, Rob said, looking to Mark. You come with the dungeon?
| Mark asked, and I wanted to claw him for it, though in fact he wasn't mine to claw. No, dear, Miss Wentworth said, patting his cheek now instead of his groin. Mistress, with a better view of Rob's true condition, saw his face grimace and his cockhead shiver uncontrollably. He could stand no more. I had brought him to the brink, rather than causing him to desist. Mistress swept her hand down to the floor and retrieved a bottle of baby oil that had somehow been left there, perhaps by other players. She squirted a little in the air, to cleanse the tip, and then directed the stream onto the head of Rod's surging organ. He watched grim-faced as the slick oil coated his cockhead, sending smasms of uncontrolled pleasure through his loins. Quick! Get it inside her, Mistress commanded him. | With lust-bleared eyes Rob pulled his shaft from Elizabeth's enclosing cheeks. He drew back, pointed his arrow, then thrust forward at her little nether hole. A disciplining spank from me impelled him forward, helping him to do the very thing I wished to prevent. Augh! Ugh! Augh! Rob sounded animalistic as he eagerly raped Elizabeth's ass, desperate to get himself as deep into her as often as possible before all was lost. Elizabeth screamed at his rapid entry but then settled into little mewling wimpers. Rob gained some footage and then withdrew, sank in again, both of them moist from their adventures in the dungeon. |
Mistress helpfully placed a finger to Elizabeth's clit and brought her to the precipice she'd sought since she first drew down her panties within the chamber's cold unfeeling walls. But the rings helped them hold back, helped bar their release, to their eternal torment. Quickly, to avoid the whip, the rest of us girls pooped our loads into the pond. Sandra carefully wiped each of us clean, inspected our anuses to make sure she'd done her work properly. Then inside we trooped, looking forward with anxious anticipation to yet more games, knowing the marital bed still waited. When we got inside, the phone was ringing. Sandra's husband went to fetch it, an annoyed look on his face. He shot a glance at his wife. I thought our new number was unlisted, he glared at her, reaching for the phone. It is, dear. It is, she replied, flustered. Absently she toyed with her long daughter sucking cock mane of hair. It was a rare moment of marital concord on a night full of endless domination and submission games. Look here, this is an unlisted number daughter sucking cock! Sandra's husband barked into the receiver. The rest of us fidgeted, flirted. Gradually it dawned on us that Sandra's husband was just listening, not speaking. Then we saw that his face had grown pale. Uneasily, realizing that something serious must have developed, we stood and watched him, silently.