I left school early that day, faking a dentistappointment and signing out at lunch time. I’ve beensigning he accidentally bumped into my room and fucked me harde my own forms for years and so the forged notefrom my ‘parents’ didn’t raise any eyebrows. Where Iwas headed actually wasn’t far from school at all, inkeeping with my mistress’ ’25 minute’ rule, but Idecided to drive to my ‘real’ appointment straight fromschool anyway, without bothering to go home and showeror change.The woman I was meeting with apparently wanted me outof there “before my hubby gets home”; so maybe this wasall going on without hubby’s knowledge. His loss Iguess, although honestly, I could do without having tosatisfy a ‘just watching’ husband as well today. Thescenario this woman had suggested to me, and thereforeMistress Cassandra, seemed delightfully clinical andimpersonal, I’d prefer to keep it that way.Of course I’m a slave-cunt and so I’ll do what I’mtold. If there were twenty homeless men she wanted meto blow waiting there, I’d do it. But sometimessituations can be that much more erotic if they’reimpersonal and only about the physical sensations. Somany couples on those dating sites suggest ‘meeting upfor a drink first,’ which is I’m sure a good way toensure that the person you’re meeting is who they saythey are in their photos, and also doesn’t define‘kinky play’ as fucking yr corpse while passion-hd greatest gift kamryne jade can give when coming home wearing yrskin.I’m not interested in discussing what people do on theweekend over a white wine in some bar in chapel street.I’m not going to fuck their hobbies, and the bestencounters I’ve found, so far, occur when barely morethan names are exchanged between knocking on the doorand getting down to it.This particular woman actually hadn’t even told me hername. And I liked that. She was a housewife, of thefucking hot trophy-wife variety if her profile pictureswere accurate from my area; blonde, busty, bored anddebauched with a keen mind for things kinky andfetishistic.Hopefully ‘ma’am’ as she wanted to be called didn’tmind me being unshowered. It’s not like I had fuckedanyone else that day (though I had greased my arse upand kept a small plug in all morning in preparation forthe afternoon, and it had been tempting…), andhonestly, have you seen me? Would you object to meturning up at yr door in my tight blue and whitechequered school-dress?It only took ten minutes to drive to the address I’dbeen given. And by now I’m used to driving with my cuntleaking all over the place and only half my mind on theroad. It was a nice large place, quiet street, biggarden and driveway. I parked in the street a fewhouses up and took a moment to compose myself. As wellas a few deep, shuddering breaths to try and put a lidon my horniness, this involved putting on black latexcollar and wrist cuffs, all Chhattisgarhi Film Maya Dede Maya Lele featuring d-rings for easybondageability.I slipped out of my school shoes and into white knee-high lace up, high heeled latex boots. Fucking inboots, I just have a thing for it. Over the top ofthose went latex cuffs similar to the ones on mywrists, fastened at the ankles.A quick look around to make sure the neighbourhood wasstill quiet, then I opened the door and hurriedlywalked up the street, up the driveway and to knock onthe door. Thankfully no-one saw me, no curiousneighbours to question why a schoolgirl in slut bootsand slave cuffs was walking up to this woman’s house.Even then, most people see the dress and the bag anddon’t think about the rest of it, but it was still asmall relief.My knock was answered almost instantly. As calm, cool,and seasoned as we try and be in these situations Ifind almost all of us, regardless of role, areabsolutely jumping out of our skin with theanticipation of how the whole hookup is going to turnout. I mean it’s not hard to be, you’re meeting acomplete stranger, who could be anyone, your onlycontact has been email, maybe a phone call, some photosonline of what could easily be someone else, and you’regoing there with the express purpose of fucking them.So I will confess to experiencing some relief when sheanswered the door and resembled her profile pictures toa t. Most people usually do, but hey…in this case Ican say she was actually hotter in the flesh. She wasabout 37, had a perfect, gym-toned body and surgery-augmented breasts. She was dressed in a short skirt,dark stockings, flats and a tight brown blouse openedto reveal her impressive cleavage.She wasn’t wearing a bra, but if she had been, she justseemed the type to have been wearing something black,lacy, and expensive. Her makeup was understated andstylish, her long, blonde hair contrived to lookexpensively manicured even when just hanging loose asit was now, and her face bore an expression of coolappraisal as she looked me up and down, in my school-cum-slavegirl uniform. I obviously satisfied her gazebecause she smiled slightly and said ‘Katie obviously,come in then, cunt.’Words and language play a big part in the eroticism ofthis lifestyle for me, I have to admit. There’s nothingfucking sexier than watching my mistress fuck a guywith a strap-on while she calls him ‘faggot,’ forinstance. Just that word, the way she says it as shepounds them rougher than desi dhabi gets naked on motorcycle mms – maya any gay porno I’ve ever seen,it’s hot. In fact we have a few rules about words andlanguage designed to remind me of her dominance over mydaily life, as you’ll shortly see.So the fact that I didn’t learn this woman’s name,simply called her ‘ma’am,’ and she only used my namethat one time, for the rest of our time togetherreferring to me with various derogatory terms served toremind me of my place as an instrument for herpleasure, made the experience all the more exciting forme. This woman was dominant, and wasn’t shy about it. Ilike women who dominate me and don’t bother to check ifit’s okay. Slaves are people, just inferior, subhumanones. If we have limits or truly aren’t comfortablewith something, we’ll object. It’s much more eroticjust to trust in that and dominate from the get go,without making sure everything’s okay.She led me into a plush lounge-room, took my bag fromme and placed it in a corner, then sat down on a blackleather couch to face me, still standing in the deepshag carpet in the middle of the room. Crossing herlegs, she took out a cigarette then lit it, exhalingslowly before saying ‘kneel, bitch, hands behind yourhead, chest out.’ I promptly obeyed, kneeling beforeher, just in range if she stretched her legs out. Ithrust my chest out, put my hands behind my head andlooked up expectantly, careful not to look her directlyin the eye until I was given permission. This slavecuntknows her place.She gave another of those brief smiles, not quite asmirk, then kicked off her shoes and extended one long,toned leg, touching Nude police men mature and free gay_cops swallow cum Purse thief my face with her stockinged foot.She probed my lips with her toes and I acquiescedimmediately, opening wide and allowing her to insertsome toes into my mouth. I pride myself in being ableto anticipate some of my dommes’ expectations – and heyif I’m wrong, there’s nothing more fun than beingbrutally disciplined for such shameful pride – and sobegan to demonstrate some of my expert blowjobtechnique on her foot.This was definitely more for show than blow, and justto make things easier (that carpet looked expensive) Iused a hell of a lot less spit than I normally do. Formy impudence I was rewarded with a smile as shewithdrew her foot, and a gentle kick in the side of theface. ‘You’ve sucked a lot of cock, haven’t you slut?.’I replied ‘yes ma’am’ as I swallowed a few times anddrew myself back up into the kneeling-upright position.She got up from the couch and stood towering over me,still appraising me like the expensive cut of meat Iam. ‘Tell me, slut… what is your mistress’ nameagain?’ She asked, drawing on her cigarette.‘It’s Cassandra, ma’am,’ I replied, unsure where thiswas going. My legs and arms were starting to ache alittle but I’d handled much worse before.‘What was that? Speak louder slut, I didn’t hear you’she said sharply.‘I’m sorry ma’am, her name is Cassandra.’‘Hmmmm,’ she took another drag, then indian aunty fucking boyfriend in home, shagging orgy puss hard-core dick dog collar blend in home leaned over me,exhaling in my face. She reached out and slipped afinger under the button-up collar of my school dress.With one deft movement she ripped it open, popping allthe buttons, exposing my cleavage. Holding hercigarette between her teeth, she grabbed the collar andtwisted downwards, ripping the cloth to a pointsomewhere below my tits. The thin cotton, stretched bymy arms being held upright, made this a lot easier.‘Drop yr arms to yr sides,’ she said, and I complied.The dress fell further down my body, and she took outmy 14dd tits, unhooking my bra and throwing it aside,letting my perky young girls swing free. My tits are mybest asset, and she seemed to agree, lifting them inher hands, kneading them, pinching my nipples so hard Iinvoluntarily drew breath, before taking a step backand resuming her contemplation of me.‘Arms back up.’ Again, I complied.‘Tell me again whore, the name of yr mistress, quick!’she snapped. ‘Cassandra!’ I replied, a little urgently,although I dared not let any of my curiosity show in myvoice… where was she going with this? Oh, fuck…theevil grin that appeared on her face. That rule. The oneI forget sometimes.Grinding out her cigarette in a nearby ashtray, stillgrinning, she turned and said ‘yes, I know. I’ve spokento MISTRESS Cassandra. She told me you’re to alwaysrefer her as MISTRESS Cassandra, and if you are sofucking stupid a little whore as to forget to speak ofMISTRESS Cassandra with the respect she deserves, youhave to do a little penance, don’t you?.’Yup, it’s true, if I forget to refer to her as MistressCassandra three times in a row: ‘Yes ma’am,’ I gulpedin reply. To be honest I was playing up my fear alittle bit. I get off on pain and actually like thisparticular punishment. I do it indian aunty fucking boyfriend in home, shagging orgy puss hard-core dick dog collar blend in home very occasionally whenmasturbating just for fun, but it’s generally one ofthose special tortures I reserve to please my mistress.‘Well then, you know what to do, don’t you?’ shesmiled. Turning to the couch, she took anothercigarette from the packet she’d left there 肥皂 and lit it,handing it to me. I took it with my left hand, takingthe right from behind my head to cup my right boob andhold it up. Announcing clearly, aloud, as I’d beenordered to do if I had to complete this penance.I said, ‘I apologise, Mistress Cassandra,’ adding to mydome, ‘and you, ma’am,’ then pressed the lit cigaretteto the skin of my right areola, butting it out on myskin, burning myself in the process. I sucked in abreath, hissing through gritted teeth, as the burningembers singed my flesh. Being burnt with a cigaretteisn’t as bad as you’ve probably been lead to believeactually. It’s certainly not as bad as being burnt witha lighter. But it still hurts a fuckload.But then again, things that hurt just generally make mewetter.I looked up, again avoiding my dominant housefrau’seyes, but still catching the massive horny grinthreatening to break out over her face. ‘Good,’ shesaid, the cool tone of her voice developing a slightlyhusky timbre and catching in her throat just a little.‘You’re as obedient as you claim to be. The kitchen’sover there dear. Go put some cold water on the burn,then return here and resume the same position, wait forme.’ I did as I was told, soothing the heat with somecool water from the tap, before returning to mykneeling position in the lounge-room, now empty.I probably spent two minutes kneeling upright likethat, hands on the back of my head, elbows out, allmuscles taught and under tension, waiting for her toreturn. The carpet was so deep I wouldn’t have beenable to hear her walking back into the lounge. So whenI suddenly felt the sharp sting of what can only havebeen her foot connecting with my tailbone, sending meflying forward, almost unbalancing me.I barely caught the urge to cry out in time,suppressing my yell into a strangled grunt. I caught mybalance and drew myself upright again. I confess tofeeling a little pride that my hands had stayed intheir position at the back of my head. Don’tworry…after I’m done maid anal shag writing this I’m going to have acigarette. I’ll punish myself when it comes time tostub it out.She chuckled a little, then grabbed me by my ponytail,used it to draw me back, pulling upwards so I had nochoice but to scramble to my feet. She then lifted meby the waist – holy shit, she must work out! – andliterally threw me into the couch.I hit the wooden edge and this time I couldn’t stopmyself from crying out, before rolling onto the groundand landing on my hands and knees, hitting my head onthe floor. It dazed me a little so it took me a fewseconds before I returned to the same upright-kneelingposition, hands behind head, though this time facingaway from the couch.The sight that met me? Wow. All I can say. She was insome kind of lingerie that had to have been custommade, it fit her so well. A combination of dark lace (Iknew it!) and latex. Corset, thigh-high stockings,suspenders, garter belt, no panties, breasts exposed,high heels. Holy shit! It fitted her lithe, athleticbody perfectly, and, with her blonde hair now pulledback severely into a tight pony tail, suited her stern,mature good looks. What I’m trying to say is my dommelooked hot as hell.In her hands she held a pile of bondage implenta.Placed behind her in the middle of the room was apadded horse, the kind you use for vaulting in gyms andare so useful in the adult games we like to play behindthe closed doors of suburbia. If only the peoplewalking past in the street could see through the frontgarden and drawn curtains to what was going on in here.She threw a spreader bar and a chain with a dog-clip ateach end at my feet. ‘You know what to do, bitch,’ shesaid, and I did. I attached the spreader bar to the d-rings on the cuffs around my boots, it kept my legsspread a good three-feet apart. Then with practicedease I attached the chain to the wrist cuffs. It’s notas hard as it sounds. She leaned over me and attached aleash to the d-ring on my collar, and hauled meupright, cg me slightly.Standing with my legs spread so wide wasn’t too bad,and the feeling of the latex of my boots stretchingtight against my legs was lovely. She hauled me over tothe horse – moving with the spreader bar was adifferent story altogether, but something that’s easyonce you’ve got the hang of it – and then shoved meforward onto it. As I hit I went limp, effectivelymaking my body flop over onto the other side, liftingmy arse up into the air.The horse had a series of holes on both sides near thecorners, in which metal rings could be mounted. Shequickly set about doing this, attaching my feet with ashort length of chain looping through the shackles andwrapped around the spreader bar, locked at one end witha padlock. She ordered me to lift myself up and placedher hand on my back, commanding me to stop when my bodywas almost at a right angle to my legs. Using the chainto drag my cuffed wrists down, she placed rings nearerthe top on the other side of the horse and againattached me with another length of chain. My balancewas upset slightly with my center Porn Gifs For Women Tumblr of gravity forwardand I felt like an animal on display, it was wonderful!The horse to which I was now chained was positionedunder a brass light fitting hanging from the ceiling.She took a further length of chain and looped it overthe light fitting, one end attached to my leash.Pulling my head upwards so I was looking straight aheadat a slightly upwards angle, she slipped a leatherthong around the base of my pony tail, drew it tightand then looped the chain to the precise length andattached it to the thong.I now had two chains holding my head in position, onepulling my hair and one cg me slightly around mythroat. The tension was set so I had to hold my head inthat position – at crotch height, natch – otherwiseeither my hair would pull painfully, or the ce-collar would cut too tightly against my throat. It wasa masterful bondage arrangement. Simple, sexy, slightlypainful.I heard the unmistakable click and whirr of a digitalcamera, my suspicions confirmed when she stepped intothe field of view available to my now immobilised headand took a few more shots. She then dragged a coffeetable into position so I could just see it, and thearrangement of lube, dildos, gag, and crop arrayed onit out of the corner of my eye.Some dommes like you to be noisy and incompliant,pretend like you’re innocent and don’t want any of thedepravations they’re inflicting on you. Others like youto be quiet and acquiescent, humbly submitting like theperfect little whore to everything they inflict, untilthey find yr personal breaking point and make youscream in various combinations of pleasure and agony (Ilike those ones the best!). She’d been meticulous inplanning this scenario in her emails, and so as sheplaced the ball-gag in my mouth and buckled itunderneath the base of my ponytail, I knew that was thesignal that I could now be as loud as I liked. Lesschance of neighbours hearing I guess.Just, incidentally, how fucking good are ball gags? Ioften wear mine at home – after my parents are asleepor if they’re out – just for fun while I’m doing myhomework, watching TV, idly playing with myself. Hell,I’m wearing it right now as I type this! I love thefeeling of being Naima Salhi Sex gagged, the way yr spit ends updripping out the bottom of yr lip all around them, thefeeling of yr mouth being stretched, so sexy!She took a few more photos with the camera and thenplaced it on the table, lifting the crop, making sure Icould see. All this was being done in silence and allthe more erotic for it. I could hear the rustling ofcloth as I felt my now-ruined dress being lifted higherup to expose my naked arse. The snip of scissors infabric as she cut my black g-string from my body. Thenthe whoosh of the crop just before I felt the sting asit hit my arse with a snap.The sting and the shockwave rippled all the way up myspine, rocking my body forward. My chains clanked, Igrunted against the gag. She was definitely strong andher swing was powerful. She continued cropping me, mywhole body responding to each impact with a twitch andhigh, guttural grunt, which would probably have been ayell if it weren’t for the gag. She methodically workedme all over my arse cheeks and the backs of my thighs,still in complete silence, as she said in her email,‘warming up’ my skin.The bd was rushing around that part of my body. Icould feel my pussy opening up, dripping thick goo downmy legs and the front of my dress. My sphincter wasclenching and relaxing, in anticipation of what I knewwas coming next. She again took photos; my red arse andthighs, my face, sweat streaked, red, drool escaping mymouth around the gag, loose strands of hair stuck to myforehead with sweat. She put the camera and crop downand picked up the bottle of lube, again walking slowlybehind me, taking my time, teasing me.My pussy was absolutely pulsing by now and I 验证视频 couldn’thelp but groan long and low. I heard her chuckle andmutter ‘you whore, you really want this huh.’ I groanedmy acknowledgement and tried to nod, cg off mygroan as the collar bit into my throat. My anus wentinto pulsation-overtime as the first drop of lube hitit. She began massaging it into my butthole, still alittle open from my attentions earlier in the day. Itwasn’t long before she slipped her thumb in, elicitinganother groan from me.She withdrew her thumb, placing it on the skin below myarsehole, pulling tight, stretching my arse open, todrip more lube in. As she did she said ‘you did cleanyrself out for me, right, whore?’ I tried to say ‘yesma’am’ through the gag and again choked myself tryingto nod. I’d given myself an enema prior to lubing upthat very morning. I regularly enema myself anyway,they feel sexy.‘Good’ she said, and continued massaging lube into myanus, inserting a finger this time, then quickly two.She began thrusting them in and out in a circularmotion, periodically stretching her fingers to widen upthe penetration as she continued pouring lube all overme, it was now dripping down to my cunt and down myarse. She must not worry about the cleaning billsbecause there was nothing down to protect the carpetfrom all the fluids that must be by now dripping offme; spit, sweat, pussy juice, butt grease, lube. Butthen again she looked pretty wealthy, from the houseand the quality of toys being used on me here. I wishwe could all live a life of such luxury.Her hand holding the lube bottle gently massaged myarse cheeks with it, keeping the bd circulating inthe area, as she continued to work fingers into myanus. Four now, the thumb pune plumper ultra-cute aunty missionary sex and blowage indian probing. I’ve had huge thingsup my elastic arse before, including fists, so I knowit’s possible, but the feeling of fullness, of beingexpertly massaged to open up like that, is so, sowonderful, something I hope I never get used to!The thumb was in and she gradually worked her way,penetrating me deeper, getting in to her wrist. Thiswas the part I loved the most, as she got deeper andbegan to make a fist inside me, working her hand intowards my bowels. My whole body was quivering now, mylegs trembling uncontrollably, my back flexing, my headflopping around, flexing against the restrictions ofthe two chains. I was moaning and groaning continuouslythrough my gag, spit flooding from my mouth, down mychin, onto my tits. My ruined dress was practicallyhanging from me by now, and the chains Định_nghĩa thế nào là sướng cả tai và mắt – Nhớ đeo tai nghe were allrattling and clinking as my body trembled.My domme let out the occasional sigh and quietly saidthings like ‘oh, nice, you like that’ but otherwiseremained silent. I imagine she had that same smallsmile on her face as she intently concentrated onopening up my anus though. Soon she was properlyfisting me, working her arm in and out with her handinside me, working up a rhythm, gently fucking me withher fist. After a few minutes she withdrew her handfrom my arse with a loud, sticky, sucking pop. Thatfeeling, like you’re shitting something the size of ababy, is something else I’ll never get used to, I hope!A huge dollop of cunt goo literally dripped out of meas she did that.Walking slowly in front of me, she again smiled,placing the lube bottle on the table and taking up thecamera. She stopped in front of me long enough to catchmy attention, and put all four fingers in her mouth,sucking the combined lube and my arse-juice off them,before returning around behind me with that slow-teasing walk. My cunt dripped again. That was hot.The camera clicked a few times and then was throwngently onto the same armchair I had sat in before. Shehad a few photos of my gape and that’s all she wanted.Personally I would’ve gotten a few photos of her fistin my anus, but these photos weren’t for my pleasure.My pleasure was to be there, tired up, fulfilling herdesires.And Chinese_ass massage handjob pleasure it was, my body was still tremblinguncontrollably, and I experienced a brief moment ofpanic…what if I passed out and choked? But thatthought evaporated as soon as her fist went back up myarse. She went knuckles first this time, the stingingbite against my ring sending searing pain up my spine,quickly followed by waves of orgasmic pleasure as herfist penetrated me deep, thrusting up inside so hardand quick I expected it to come out my mouth. I came. Ishook. My chains rattled.I screamed through my gag. My head shook, I choked,spit flew from my mouth as I gagged and tasted bile.Cum dripped down over my legs from my pussy. My anusrippled and pulsed around her hand and wrist as shefist-fucked me. My domme lost her cool for a moment andsquealed with delight, before resuming fisting me. Irode the cum straight through into a second, thencollapsed against my chains. She still didn’t let upand I felt like I was going to explode, my all thepleasure in my body was going to come boiling out of methrough every skin pore and orifice. I came a thirdtime, I squirted like a fire-hose, all over herstocking-clad legs and expensive carpet. I felt like Ileft my body for a little while.When I came back my body was trembling and I felt likeI’d simultaneously shit half my body Russian porn weight and run amarathon. I could barely hold myself upright. Sweat waspouring off my face onto the carpet with audibledripping noises. She was standing in front of me,removing my gag, holding her hand up to my mouth.Despite my tiredness, my body wanting to just curl intoa ball and pass out, I eagerly extended my sore tongueand licked, drawing in the moisture to my mouth,savouring the taste of my arse juice and lube as Isucked her fingers and tongued her forearm clean. Shesmiled and gently patted my face ‘good whore,’ shesaid. ‘Good little cunt-bitch, and we’ve still got timeto play some more.’She loosened the slack on my head-chains and stoodbefore me, legs spread, guiding my head into her cunt.I knew what to do. I’ve been licking cunt since I wasfifteen. My tongue is pierced, and I’m an expert. Shewas shaved, delicious, and sopping wet. She twisted herhands in my hair and cooed ‘good whore, good littlewhore’ as I lapped away eagerly at my domme’s deliciouscunt, trying my best to repay her for the pleasure shejust gave me.I doubt it was more than two minutes before her griptightened, she grunted ‘ohhh,’ with a rising note onthe end, she tensed, up on tip toes, and then with along, loud ‘AHHH!’ her body relaxed and MOM Passionate creampies for_busty MILF her hot cuntjuice flooded into my mouth. And kept flooding, into mymouth, out of my mouth, down my chin, onto the floor. Ilove squirters!She leaned forward, hands on my head, pushing it down,panting, while she recovered from her cum. I took thechance to relax my body a little as well. When shefinally took a step back from me, she had composedherself again, and gave me yet another of those sexysmiles and said ‘you are well trained, aren’t you?.’I swallowed through my dry mouth and gasped out ‘yesma’am, thank you for letting me taste yr delicious cuntma’am.’She set about releasing me from my bondage, but Ididn’t actually get up until she tapped me on the backand said ‘up.’ Obedience matters. It was damn good tostretch my aching muscles though. She took a thick,black strap-on dildo from the table and threw it on tothe chair. ‘lose the chain and bar, and dress, and putthat on, then sit.’ She busied herself with packing upthe chains and horse, taking them off down the hall towherever they were kept out of the sight of the pryingeyes of normal people.By the time I was naked but for my boots, collar andcuffs, and her strap-on, sitting in the chair, she wasdone and returned with several condoms. Taking one froma packet and throwing the rest on the table, she rolledit on to my fake dick, tugging me down into aslouched/sitting position as she did.Then without any further word, she spread her legs andmounted me in a cowgirl position, taking me balls deep.Grabbing a handful of my boobs in each hand and sittingon the cock, she looked me in the eye and said, ‘Now,you, sit still, and shut up. Don’t thrust, don’t hump,don’t do anything. You’re not meant to enjoy this, youdon’t have the power even though you’re fucking me.You’re just a holder for a dildo for me to pleasuremyself with.’With that, she started rocking back and forth, buildingup very quickly until she was in full bounce, nailsdigging into my tits, hard Big-Tits porn enough that she broke thesurface of the skin in a few places, drawing a few tinydrops of bd.She rode me still harder and harder, all in silenceexcept MILF stepmom pounded by forbidden_cock for the squelching of her cunt and the noises mynaked arse made rubbing against the leather of thechair. I was biting my lip to keep silent, but shewasn’t…this woman’s control was amazing, and sofucking sexy. She seemed intent on cumming with aferocious determination. And she left me feeling thepower of her words…I was a slave cunt, my body wasjust a lump of meat for her to use to orgasm. This wasso sexy.Her cum came in the same way, she tensed, seemed tolift up, go completely still for a second, and thenbam! It came in a flood. She sat on top for a while,gently rocking herself on the dildo, before standingup. ‘Stay,’ she told me, then busied herself taking thecondom from my fake dick, together with my bra andpanties, and throwing them into a waste basket in thecorner. Turning to me she said ‘stand,’ which Ipromptly did. She took the harness off me, acting as ifI was just another inanimate object, then re-arrangedthe furniture, finally cleaning my sweat off theleather of her chair with my school dress, which shebundled up with the other toys, saying ‘I’m keepingthis, whore.’I just stood there in the living room, watching thisall being done, waiting for her next command. Onceeverything looked exactly like it was, my carpet stainsalready almost invisible, she picked up the other dildofrom the coffee table. It was black as well, about thesame size but much thicker, with a suction cup base.This she wet with her spit, then walked into thehallway near the front door and stuck it to the floor.Testing the suction, she then rolled a condom onto it.Turning to me, she commanded ‘come here,’ Then,indicating the dildo, she said ‘mount it.’ I did,obediently, promptly, and hell, eagerly. MY sticky cuntwas open and ready and it felt soooo good sliding downthe thick shaft. I stayed there, legs open, handsclasped behind my back, squatting on the dick. Sheleaned against the hallway wall, looking at me, idlytoying with the strap-on she was holding in her hands.After another of those long, appraising glances, shesaid ‘put on a show for me whore. Let me watch a sexylittle teen bitch fuck herself with that big thickcock.’ I needed no encouragement and immediately wentinto super-whore mode, putting on a better show thanthe most expensive camgirl ever. I bounced up and downon the dick. I moaned, I twisted my hands in my hair. Ifelt myself. I played with my tits, I frigged my clit,I even slipped a finger in my butt.Mostly though I just grabbed my arse cheeks and, usingall the strength of my thighs, bounced up and down onthat wonderful thick tool. It felt soooooo amazinglygood. After the kind of fucking I received it wasn’tdeep I needed, I just needed to fill full andstretched. I gripped my boots and leaned forward,feeling the cock hit all those magic spots inside me.She kept playing with the dildo while she watched thisshow. By now I had cum so hard all I could keep doingwas just fuck myself, bouncing on the cock like thewhore I am, enjoying the feeling, not even bothering towork up to a cum. She stood over me and dangled thedildo in my face, laughing at me, stretching it justout of the reach of my tongue, before thrusting it intomy mouth and gagging me, fucking my face, then drawingit out, leading me with it like a donkey with Teen porn a carrot,almost making me lose my balance.This continued for about half an hour before she puther foot on my head and pushed, sending me flying offthe dick backwards, to land against the front door, apanting mess. ‘Enough,’ she said, then commanded me tostand, which I did, legs spread to feel the cool late-afternoon air coming in from underneath the front dooron my cunt, hands clasped behind my back.Turning to the hallstand, she took up an envelope and aroll of black electrician’s tape. On the envelope waswritten ‘Mistress Cassandra.’ I later found out it wasa ‘thank you’ note, written on polite mum-stylestationary. The kind of note she would make her kidssend after going to a friend’s birthday party. Cute.And sexy as hell, in a very perverted way. Taking theenvelope and tearing off a few strips of the tape, sheplaced it against my left breast and taped it to theskin, making sure to pull it tight so the tape wouldhurt coming off. ‘That stays there until you see yrmistress,’ she said, calmly, as if talking to a cd.Thankfully I was seeing her tonight so I wouldn’t haveto skip showering.She took another strip of tape and a five-dollar note.Rolling up the note, she slipped it up my cunt, thenplaced the tape on my slit, again tight, sealing themoney in there. ‘That’s for petrol…whore’ she smiled.Fuck, I felt so used…it was great! The final thingsshe took off the hall table were a cotton, patternedsummer dress, and what looked like a white rag. Handingme the dress she said ‘put this on’ and I did. So Iwasn’t going to be walking out to the car naked. Good.Walk out to my car – fully clothed – we did, after shecollected my bag from the living room. Such a mum, butmums don’t surreptitiously grope my Nude police men mature and free gay_cops swallow cum Purse thief arse and finger mycrack while walking down the street. I got in and wounddown the window to say goodbye. She threw the white raginto the car and held her hand out, saying ‘my dress.’Oh, okay. Umm… HOT!I slipped the dress off and handed it to her, sittingnaked in the driver’s seat except for my collar, cuffsand white boots, note taped to my chest and five dollarnote taped in my cunt. She turned around and walked offwithout a further word. I haven’t heard from her sense,although Mistress Cassandra chats to her on msnapparently.I took the money out of my cunt, the tape hurt comingoff, it was great. I’d love to leave it in there buttoxic shock syndrome wouldn’t be fun. I picked up therag… shit… it was a t-shirt. A cut off one. Ipulled it on and it barely came past my nipples. It had‘whore’ written on it in texta. I guess I was going togo directly to Cassie’s house, with its lockup garageattached to the house, so no one in the street couldsee me like this, rather than home to my parent’shouse.Worn out, relaxed, better than sitting in class allafternoon, I started the car and headed off towardsCassandra’s house.Well, I hope you liked the story guys! Time for acigarette! Oh, and one more thing… for the thirdtime… CASSIE!
