My Master say i have very troublesome mouth, i get myself in trouble so fast without thinking my bad mouth just tease and then he use that against me.. the Sneaky Devil bite on me and give such little space to wiggle in his claws. This mission of whoring me started that way, we were just teasing my professor of art, with shameless teasing lines said to him and then few exposures, such as spilling hot coffee on my top and taking it off because coffee was so hot and exposing my pierced nipples. The task from my Master was.. restricted slut, just do what told and support if prof go for it but never initiate something really dirty, like sex or bj. Master knows how much his pet is into him and he likes well.. his nature likes humiliating those sensations and feeling then after taking care of it. It’s like a beast bite but then that beast knows the best what your wound is and who else is suppose to lick it to heal. And he likes sending me out to grab the sensations of being slut for him and whore, yet he is the only one who is able to make me feel that way. Or i always somehow sneak in under skin of man, or that’s about how little impact what others might say except my Lord have effect on me. So after that teasing where my Lord makes me sooo nervious because my teasing mouth are not used to do what they poke for, and my Master loves doing that, make cash what my ass wrote :p
So one day prof called me for some workshop work and i was suppose to stay the night, i was nervious about it because as said my Master instructed me to be a good girl and go with it if prof wants to use Master’s toy. Prof always had a thing for younger flesh and he is known by after having few drinks he gets blunt and very sexually provocative. And this pet knows her Master’s liking so long story a bit short, after some drinking and teasing when sitting next to prof he reached towards me and in few seconds i was down on my knees sucking him like Master’s good girl, doing everything my Master trained me to do, and dropped my phone down to record those sounds for my Master because he likes little things such as that when the other part is not into recording and showing their parts. It didn’t take long and i had prof burst into my mouth on my new tongue piercing that i did for my Master.. I saved few drops and when prof went for towel i took a pics of cum drops dripping down my chin. The adrenaline, the nervious sensations going through my head and body.. is something that it’s hard to explain along with humiliation i felt. Way older man and way bigger than me, and being sent and having someone with such control over me.. makes me feel really small, and my body ready for fight sort of way. Just that tense stay inside of me because my submission is soo big and strong that i just end up on my Lord’s feet and say yes Master. Wrapped in his lust and soo weak under his focused eyes on me. Master lust for his toy and perve on her, how am i not to be weak on that. Then after that i rush to speak with my Lord and the way my beast enjoys it doesn’t help either.. like i just want to open myself in such tender way for him to taste and make me struggle and suffer for him and feed his desires and fantasies.. the need is so strong that it lacks of words again, and i was thinking i am very skilled with my words.. but lately think how some things i feel have no words to be used or i have overcome them all with how he makes me feel.. after that prof friends came, two of them, one we call daddy hands and other one watcher. There is in other story where i mention daddy hands for those who follow.. so my Master had me keeping the teasing sexy chit chat with them, again throwing me to the wolfs.. asking about their fantasies and making sure this kind of situation happens again…
I was sitting next to daddy hands, and bit by bit my Master instructed me to have his hands creeping under my skirt, so i did, lifted my skirt a bit so he can see my harness leather leg thing, and it took his attention then when he lowered his hand on my knee i would move towards him and have that hand go more up and up then in one point just falling into the lust of my Master i had his hand under my skirt rubbing on my pussy. He was so confused and i was soo hunting because I had my Master being so excited with his slut, so i made him rub me few times trying others not to see.. heart in my throat from all that excitement where i try to hide it and the excitement for being such good girl for my Master.. that’s a rush i am addicted to.. hmm i miss my Master a bit today.. and gets hard to focus on filth when he is not around :p
Because the hunger and just that thought is overwhelming and soo powerful. After that they were gone and my Master went to sleep and then i get even more nervious.. idk what’s worse or having my Lord around when i whore for him in that same min or having him sleeping and then waiting to tell him all about it. When they were gone i was helping prof to clean table a bit and while passing next to each other he again reached for me and the conflict in my body and mind to stay still and not have a reflex to jump from him is another way of mind fuck that my Lord has gave me.. so i let it happen again.. he reaches and kiss me a bit then i turn while he make my dress slip and i face him with my back, helping my harness to slip down as well. Bend a bit and take his cock in my pussy. I never cum when my Master send me to whore for him, because in my mind there is such barrier, that it doesn’t allow me to cum, yet i cum so fast when my Master instruct me. I don’t feel the slight attraction for prof, the excitement i feel is only wrapped in tasks and acts and details my Master tell me to do and my slutty behavior but when it comes to other man i feel none. It didn’t take much and i felt him ready to cum so few drops in my pussy before he pulled out and came on my ass and back. I'll post pics from that evening one i managed to take. After that he offered to sleep in his bed in his room saying that his bed is very comfortable, so again i accepted because instructed to do so.. and my Master knows i hate that, spending the night when sent to whore.. luckily it was already soo late and soon it will be morning and then i can run home to my Lord so he claim back his toy. While in bed and just chit chatting about art after some time while having me there naked which comes in form of being soo exposed for long there is that tormenting sensation again where you are forced to stay still in burning fire.. he slide his hands over my naked body and pulled me closer again trying to go for a kiss.. and this third time was perhaps the most tormenting.. because it was more „nice“ more gentle where he didn’t penetrate me but i just rubbed his dick between my legs and pussy, making him cum, while he try's to pull me closer, such repulsive feelings sticking on my skin. And my head just screaming where i want to be in that moment, the reality of the moment can be so strong that no matter how much i try to imagine my Lord having me, it pulls you back to reality and creeping hands on me. But my Master trained his slut well, and he can bring that huntress mindset to me, so i just know i have to score a cum shot. And check my list of task. Then come home and tell my Lord Devil all the struggling i felt and crawl and beg for him. My Owner to claim me back and taste my tormented soul. M Lord tends to say he wants me to enjoy, partly he does, he have a bit of soul, but i know that nature i know his taste i know how much he enjoys my masochist struggle wrapped around him. And the fact that i’ll dance with him with smile even when it’s so humiliating at the end. Just admit it Devil :P

The younger members of staff will get a bonus of $30 per patient per day if we engage in tormenting them. This usually involves straddling and confusing them, but sometimes we will give them cups of our piss to drink while they are under our restraint. I admit being cruel to the patients makes my pussy wet.

A few evenings ago I met a Victoria's Secret manager for drinks.....we had met at her store, and agreed to meet with the caveat that we both come braless. I arrived at the agreed upon bar first, and was sipping a nice wine with my sweater open to show off naked cleavage. When my friend arrived, I was delighted to see that she still wore the white blouse she had on at the store, but without a bra her large tits moved freely as she walked and her dark areola's and nipples cast dark shadows inside the blouse.

When she spied me in the booth I had, she smiled big and moved towards me in a seductive way. Instead of taking the bench across from me, she drew close to me for a hug and a kiss.....a kiss that was far from innocent....our tongues intertwined and we both moaned as we embraced.

I scooted over further into the booth and she sat down as our waitress came up to take her drink order, another wine. Then we were soon holding hands and exploring each of our lives....I'm married with 2 kids, she's divorced with three kids. We've both been bi since our teen years.....we were both surprised to discover that about each other....at the time I was reluctant to share with her my experiences with my Mom as my first bi sex partner.

She told me she was excited that I wore a skirt, that today far too many women choose to wear pants....even she had slacks on at the time. I leaned close to her and told her that I was a big fan of thigh hi's and perferred them greatly over pantyhose......and that I am often without panties. That illicited a surprised look from her and she asked if she could see, so I reached under the table and hiked my skirt up to my waist....letting her see my thighs, the milky whiteness of them above the lacy tops of my thigh hi's and my bald cunt.

I told her that I was soaking wet and she let a hand dive under the table to check things out.....it only took her seconds to find my clit and I was jerking as she quickly tormented it. About that time the waitress returned with her wine, and obviously caught us playing......she didn't seem embarrassed and neither were either of us.....I was glad to see that my new friend seemed to enjoy public exposure as much as I did.

Next I began to openly fondle her tits through her blouse and soon she was moaning again. Her nipples are extremely sensitive.....I asked her to take them out for me and she quickly unbuttoned her blouse, so I could peek at them. The areola's were incredible, I've never seen areola's so bumpy in all my life.....she told me that her panties had to be soaked at the moment. I felt her crotch and realized just how right she was, even her slacks were moist and hot.

We drank our wine...then ordered a bottle and kept talking and exploring both about our lives and our bodies. She brought me to an orgasm with her fingers....I came close to getting her to orgasm just from tormenting her nipples.....I was in love with my new found friend. As we began to get inebriated, we became more open in our discussion and I admitted to her that I could normally be quite easily fisted by other women.....she told me she loved fisting, that her cunt was pliable too. We both discovered we preferred shaved to hairy.....she asked who my barber was, and I blushed and she coaxed me to say....so I told her that my daughter was my barber...and I shaved her too. She never batted an eye and said that must be erotic.

It wasn't long before we both had the urge to pee, so we left for the rest room. We took separate stalls, but continued to talk, and soon I could hear her stream and told her that I found that highly erotic. She asked me if I had ever tasted....and even though she couldn't see me I blushed slightly and admitted, yes I loved it. Her stream stopped and I could hear her moving, then she knocked on my door and I opened it and she stepped in. Her slacks were not fastened yet, and as soon as the door closed again she dropped them and I realized one thing she did in the stall was remove her panties. She stood in front of me and put one foot up on one of legs and offered her pussy to me, completely smooth, but still wet from her pee. I dived in and tasted her nectar and moaned just as she let go with her hot stream again. I couldn't believe I was drinking from her and we were such new friends, had only happened one other time to me. I drank what she had left and licked my lips as I looked up at her, smiling. I admitted to her that I was a piss slut, and she only smiled back at hearing that.

Then I stood and we swapped places, I had not yet started, and she asked me to give her a taste as well.....I was only too excited to comply. I pulled my thick lips apart and offered my fountain to her. I was surprised that with as much as I had to pee she took it all. Then she stood and we kissed, tasting our pee on each other's lips, as we ground our cunts into each other.

I told her that I needed to be fucked and asked if we could go to my house, that I had a nice long double headed dildo we could enjoy over some more wine. We got dressed and went out to finish off the last of our bottle at the bar and then left...she was following me.

Teasingly, I look at all the hungry cocks here and say....more later.....hope your comments will drive me wild again......keep me wet.

My Master and i we like to explore on sensations and mindset he wants me in, playing with fire and things like humiliation and such.. so this story is about getting to understand the desire my Lord wanted, he sent me off for his fantasy and it starts from his slave asking to be put in trouble. Well i always ask one way or another, but this time i was begging for, my Master to send his little slutty slave on night out where i get the cum on my face while sucking quite an older man. And beg that man for cum, because it makes His slave tormented when she needs to beg someone else that it’s not my Lord. So Master dresses me up and sent me on that whore task. Calling me his huntress. Getting me in this beautiful teasing dress and a target, my professor’s friend. It’s an art prof and we go out from time to time. So my task was clear, get attention from them, call him daddy because Master knows his slave hates it and suck like a good girl and beg daddy to cum on your face, and Master have trained me to suck cock clean after cumming. And as i were teasing my Lord he said double shots all night, and that always gets me lusty and spark my mind to wherever i look i see his eyes watching over me. And make my body dance in such passion that the energy itself puts me in trouble and call for attention. So night fast started that way, having a drinks in club and dirty dancing like a good Master’s slut, using prof to lure daddy in and before i knew it i was in sandwich between those two. Having his hands creeping all over me, under my dress my hips.. in mean time whenever i had chance i would text my Master on what’s happening and he would just be adding tasks and make me poke the devil.. because the Devil himself is my Master. He just likes putting in trouble his masochist slave with little room to wiggle.. could say none at times :p ..
He would add things such as to get more groped or fingered by both of them and me to reach and take a little handful of their cock while dancing in middle of club. Hungry for his lust and hungry for sensations he craft for me, i teased and hunted professor and his friend to do that.. first prof sneaked his fingers under my dress and his finger in my slutty pussy while toying with other.. than his friend, and that time being in middle of them, not able to escape or resist for sec. And drinks keep on coming.. my Master have a kink on getting me drunk ;p.. the time was moving fast and my mindset was Master’s shameless little whore hunter.. so soon i started to tease daddy about having a fantasy that i would love to come true, and he got puzzled by it.. asking as he seemed daddy nature kind of guy.. asking does a good girl such as myself deserve her fantasies to come true.. thinking all that time how i love to whisper them to my Lord and if he is kind enough he would make them come true. When daddy said yes they sure do i took his hand just so he gets the hint to follow me outside, around the corner in a dark spot, luring him in with my greedy lust and passionate movements, he gave in and i just rolled on his lips the words from mine instead of a kiss i said.. my fantasy is to suck you off here and you to cum on my face.. just like a good little whore. The humiliation behind this is the most hard thing to describe and explain with words, perhaps a devilish toy but the conflict made in me because my craving for my Master is the most consuming thing i ever felt, and the need to please such corrupted mind is two very conflicting ideas in his slave. Conflicting to the point where when Master prise me and reward me for being a good slut part of me might desire a punishment. Lowering my hand and reaching for his cock, and getting down on my knees having daddy already quite hard, and sucking him right away so i can get my cum and my first facial.. in moments like that it’s hard to say how much it lasted and those who keep track here knows how Master trained his slut to deep throat so it didn’t take long i imagine when i felt him getting close and really hard in my mouth so i pulled his cock out and rubbed a bit on my lips and face and saying.. cum on my face daddy please.. then stroked once or twice.. and he moaned so loud and said ooh fuck on my words and strokes and came all over my face.. i whispered thank you and suck his last drop.. just like my Master love sit.. while he was collecting himself and offered to help me.. i said i’m fine and took phone to clean myself up so that i can sneak a selfie gif for my Lord of my first facial and scooping the cum and tasting it.. we went back fast and i get in bathroom to tell my Master that his slave did her task, and hearing my Master and lust i sparked in him made me to touch myself right there in bathroom of that club all drunk and dizzy, dwelling on my humiliation and degrading sensations, and in same that that beautiful feeling that no matter what happens my Lord knows just how to not let his pet drown and pull me back up. Then the Devil got lustful some more and said.. one more to go, meaning that now i just need to finish prof off.. and this innocent little slave just got consumed with His lust and asked no more but agreed to it.. back in the crowd and focusing on prof.. now this is where it mught be a bit unclear for readers but we toyed with prof before but that’s another story and Master can negotiate for it as well ;p if he wish.. so after few fast drinks he was already drunk even before them so again time chase.. i whispered on his ear that i have been practicing my tongue piercing and that he should test how much of good learner i am.. the surprise on his face but then again.. what man wouldn’t want to hear that hahah.. few more lines like that and i did same hinted him to follow me outside.. same spot, same crime.. i blush now writing it.. feeling shame for my acts and losing all of control.. he was smelling on alcohol and cig’s and sweat and weakness for my Lord making it hurt somewhere underneath for being shared just like that.. that same pain bubbled up right after adrenalin dropped and i was able to relax and come from shock and catched without guard space.. the underneath is that need and grasp of my Lord’s inner nature and emotional sadist and me his other side of coin, where i suffer and just hope he won’t let me break all the way down. While prof gave me sloppy kiss i reached already in his jeans and felt his cock getting hard, already quite drunk and drained i lowered myself on my knees pulling him out and another bj.. i didn’t even remember or had time to beg.. when i felt him close i pulled his cock out and made him give me another facial.. then same took a gif of it.. he was too drunk to even notice.. and while writing this Master has made me to smell tissues i sawed when i cleaned my face.. and those negative sensations flowing through me making my body and mind tense, and some strange privilege my Master gave me.. i let them flow and we explore them, feeding his twisted mind and space where it should be soul and that energy loops and in return feeds my soul, masochistic one where i let those negative to feed my sadist and in return he just lifts me up to sky then prepare for another fall. Under this post there will be trophies of His slave, such as voice rec of bj, windy ones but can be grasped, His drunk slut in bathroom edging herself for her Sadist and cum on my face and at the end saved tissues covered with cum
I missed some details again.. on how i made prof spank my ass there in club in front of all playfully.. and maybe some more, but i hope i managed to paint my humiliation and determination to please my Sneaky Sadistic Lord Devil

A story I wrote called
LITTLE TEASE NEXT DOOR

Shae was far too drunk to feel the pain of hitting the asphalt when her high heel broke as she stepped out of her best friend's car. They both just laughed like it was the funniest thing anyone had ever seen.
Typical drunk 22yr old girls.

Neither of them noticed how Shae was currently giving her neighbor (Joe the ex military guy as she refers to him), his own peep show as her skirt was flipped up from the fall.
Joe lived next door and he was the only neighbor she had on the short street they lived on.
However, this wasn't the first time he has gotten a peep show of his naughty little neighbor. He's been spying on her for some time now.
Since she moved in actually. She made it easy for him though. Shae was quite the pervert to say the least. She always wanted her boyfriend to tie her up but he was so vanilla.
They broke up just a few weeks ago. Joe has watched her & her ex boyfriend fuck several times. Well, he watched her boyfriend disappoint her. He didn't care too much about that though. It was just a guarantee he'd get to watch her fuck her tight hole later on all alone in her room with one of her little toys. The she would strip down before a shower. It was always nice to see.
Oh yes many things he's seen her do, but never has he seen her so drunk before. He knew tonight was the perfect opportunity and there is no telling when he might get another. He watched as her friend drove off once Shae shut the car door after giving her goodbyes.
She, unsurprisingly, tripped again on her way up to the porch.
"Are you alright?" He calls out from his self made rocking chair on his porch and it startles Shae.
"Oh! Heh heh, you scared me. But y-yeah I'm totally fine. Just.. like...broke my shoe ya know haha." She said drunkenly
"Yeah I can smell the alcohol on you from all the way over here haha." He said truthfully.
Shae let out an embarrassed laugh and began to fumble around for her keys but not finding them.
"Yeah just had a few drinks with my bestie an- shit!"
"Need help?" He asks
"Uhm.. well .. I, like, just can't find my damn keys in here." she replies.
"I think they are over here where you fell."
He says as he walks over looking around for the keys. She starts to walk over to look too .
"Oh my gosh so you saw me bust my ass too?" Her face grew red in embarrassment.
"I sure did." He laughs. "Oh! Found em." holding them up to give them a jingle.

"Oh sweet!" she says stepping from the sidewalk to the street but then trips again falling towards him. He swiftly catches her just before she hits the ground. She starts drunkenly laughing again and he stands her up. Shae couldn't fully balance herself & continued to keep her hands on his arms to remain standing
Laughing along a bit with her. Mostly at the fact that she couldn't have made what's about to happen to her any easier for him.
"Goodness, how much did you drink, girl? Here let me help you get the door open. That way when if you fall again at least it will be on your own floor. Haha" says Joe
"Thanks haha I'm so sorry, this is like s-super embarrassing." slurring her words.
"Hey don't worry about it. We've all had our drunk moments." He says as he basically carries her up to the porch, up the steps & to her front door.
*Fuck this couldn't be more perfect. Finally her ass is mine.* he thought.

He uses the keys and unlocks the door as she has her weight on him, unable to stand on her own. She has her face resting into his chest under his neck.
It was such a comfortable spot to have her head resting there. She breathes in his cologne that smells incredible.
*Damn he smells good* Shae thinks to herself but she reminds herself he's about twice her age. Still, he was handsome and there was no denying his strength. His arms were so defined and covered with tattoos. Yeah he was old enough to be her dad but he was still pretty hot.

Joe guides her from behind and she stumbles inside.
As soon as they get through the doorway, to Shae's surprise, he quickly wraps his hand over her mouth using his arm to hold her tightly to his chest as he closes and locks the door.
She struggles against him so confused as to how she just went from enjoying him holding her up as she inhaled his scent to fighting him off of her. He was already growing hard as her muffled screams sounds as sexy as he imagined and all those nights as he stroked his cock watching her fuck herself through the window. All he ever heard was faint moaning.
He looked down at her low cut white shirt that her pink bra was perfectly visible through and used his other hand to start squeezing her perfect set of Ds. She whimpered and whined in protest as she struggled a little more. Her long dark hair was in his face as he drags her towards her bedroom. Smelling of whorish perfume & whiskey made his cock all the more hard.

She started struggling her hardest when they reached the doorway to her room. She uses her feet to brace herself on the frame to keep from going through the doorway. He moves his grip lower & carefully chokes her out and she falls limp in his arms passed out.
He lays her on the bed and looks under it for her special box she kept her sex toys in.
He loved watching her pull toys out of here and fuck herself with them.
Now finally he gets to fuck her with them too. Finding some rope and a ball gag. *fuck yes* he quickly ties her hands together behind her.
Then when he stuffs the gag into her mouth she wakes up. Taking a moment for her to realize what was going on but when she did she started to scream and struggle.
"Nooomphh! Stommmph ughmph!" she tried to say before reducing to just whimpering.

"I have been waiting to rape your young slutty ass since the day you moved in." he says as his hands are groping her all over then suddenly ripping her shirt open. "Constantly teasing me wearing little whore skirts like these with no panties and bending over where you fucking know I can see that tight little slit. mmmm yess"
He has his face up on her neck as he verbally degrades her biting her neck and tongue fucking her ear.
She tries to turn her head away from his hot breath and talented tongue. She didn't want to admit it but this was all making her so wet.
"You're a fucking tease little girl, you know that? You've been begging for this haven't you?" Squeezing her tits hard as she struggled beneath him and shaking her head in protest. Then his hands slide to the top of her short black skirt.
"You need to be… FUCKED!" he says jerking the skirt down. She lets out another sexy whimper as he does.
His gaze now fixed between her legs as he spreads them hard.
"Oh yes." His voice full of lust and anticipation before sinking his head between her legs and tonguing her clit with a passion.
He runs his finger tips over her very smooth, wet, tight pussy lips.
Her body betrays her as chills cover her, her nipples harden and her clit starts to throb in unicen to her racing heartbeat.

"Look at this tight pink pussy, mmmm fuck yess so fucking wet, I'm going to take this hole. Im going to violate it. I will show you who fucking owns it. Each of your holes will be owned by my hard fucking cock." He says as he rubs his huge hard bulge on her leg a little more.
"You're going to cum for me."
She shakes her head whimpering and trembling at the thought of his 45yr old cock raping her holes. He starts tonguing her little slit. She gasps when he first gets his mouth on her. Begging him noo please dont do this to me pleease but it just came out as an inaudible muffled moan. He swirls his tongue on her clit then flicks it up and down going faster and faster, suddenly sucking on it and shaking his head side to side when he does. The vibrations as he moans out relishing in the moment of finally tasting her shoot through her
"Time to cum my little slut." He says with a smile.
Even faster now he goes from the overwhelmingly pleasuring clit torment to tongue fucking her super tight little throbbing hole. He can feel her body tensing, grinning now as he knows he has full control over her pleasure and she can't stop him.
She's quivering in his grasp. *If he keeps it up much longer Im going to cum in his mouth. I cant! I can't give Oh o! I him the satisfactI… I…OHHH”
Futile.
She tries to resist it but she stood no chance. The feeling is coming and she can't stop her body from starting to convulse. Her mind is wiped of everything but the overpowering orgasm now erupting with unforgiving pleasure through out her whole body.
*Oh god!*
muffled yet still screaming
"FUCK! OHHHH GOD! OH OH MMmmmhhh aaaah fuck-fuck-fuck! no…. mmmmm'
He looks up at her with such a victorious and devious stare.
*That's right bitch*
He stands up and undoes his belt & drops his jeans down. It was so thick and hard as it sprang free. Shae panicked. She had never taken such a big dick before.
And she was about to take it in every hole. Her first anal experience just can't happen this way she thought. She struggled and begged but she was worn out from the forced orgasm she was still shaking from.

He knelt down in between her legs positioning them around his waist. She just whimpered and moaned as he grabs his cock and rubs it on her sore clit and then putting the tip right at her tight little hole.
He smiles down at her "Who's your daddy baby? Who is about to own this tight hole? Huh? Who owns you now?"
Then in one deep hard stroke he sinks every inch of his rock hard cock into her. Her hole gripping his cock, such a tight fit around his cock and he moans out as she does too

"You're mine you hear me?" he pulls out and rams right back in and he begins thrusting and he growls out to her grabbing her hair and making her look him in the eyes

"I fucking own you, You're mine!" pumping harder and faster "I'm your daddy bitch!"
He removes the ball gag from her mouth and grabs a fistful of her hair again even harder as he continues to pump his hard cock in and out of his helpless little prize.
"Say it! Tell me who owns you!"
she helplessly moans out "Y-you"
"Louder! Tell me who's your fucking daddy!"
"You're my daddy!"
He reaches down and pinches her little pink nipple
"I said louder!" pinching hard to make her scream
"AHHH YOU'RE MY DADDY! YOU'RE MY FUCKING DADDY! YOU OWN ME DADDY!"
"Ohhh yess that's right my little fuck slave call me daddy again!"
"Daddy! Ohh Fuckk!! Daddyyy!! Your cock is big daddy fuck! I cant take it!"
"Oh you'll fucking take it baby! That’s what you exist for! Taking cock! Taking MY fucking cock!
Shae moans out and Joe grabs the side of her face and shoves his thumb in her mouth. She starts to suck it. Which made him moan and go harder.
"Who owns this little pussy? Huh? Who does this pussy belong to?!"

"You daddy"

He keeps pounding away at her hole completely ravaging her.
Fucking every ounce of conception & memories from her brain. In that moment, no other thought in her mind, her body or soul existed. The only thing that existed was Daddy and his cock, pleasing his cock, living for his cock. She lost herself entirely in this moment of pure addicting sin and she never wanted it to end.
His body starts to tense up and he slows his thrusting looking down at her helpless eyes. He wanted to finish in her asshole but he didn't think he could help it much longer.
He starts pumping so deep and it crescendos up until he could feel his load about to fill her, so he slows down again to stop himself from cumming wanting to prolong this feeling just a bit longer. Instead he is finally sent over the edge as she whispers out with her eyes still locked in a trance with his,
"Cum in me daddy. Fill me!" and so... he did. His eyes roll back and he thrusts spurt after spurt of his cum so deep in her young perfect pussy. She moans out feeling it and hearing him claim her with his seed.

"Ohhh! Oh yeah! I’m filling you! Fuckkk yess." he moans out. His thrusts begin to slow down as he lets every drop of cum out into her. She is relishing in this feeling of being filled by him.
One last deep deep stroke and he opens his eyes to look into hers seeing nothing but pure submission.
"Who's your daddy baby?" He whispers with a smile.
She smiles back and whispers
"You are, daddy." She whispers back

"That's fucking right."

We have a visit tonight.. a kinky visit Master. Why am i not allowed to surprise my Master. He is aware how stressful is for His slave not to hear Him. Why am i not allowed to make something better for my Master? Why am i not allowed to feel like little slut if let’s say i get the fingers of my visitor in my greedy pussy and ride them while my Master sit across the table watching me grasp with lust forgetting all beside being His little slut, tormented in my conflicted mind craving Your fingers yet given like Your little toy? My sensations missing being Yours to toy with is that bad? Little pet just wanted to work with compulsion nothing else, not to stress my Master, can’t she make it better? Am i so tasty being stressed my Lord? And how bad is it if i crave to be just Your toy because that way my mind feel released? Little sex soave just wants to earn shorter compulsion.. can she? And what if she doesn’t care how, just to earn it, can that be possible?

This is the story of a spoiled teenage coed who is
forced to accompany her parents on an African safari.
She becomes separated and is kidnapped and abused by
jungle savages and other nasty sorts. There is no real
violence... aside from the rapes, non-consensual sex
and bondage, that is.

AFRICAN DRUM'S - Part 1

Kristen had whined the entire week before they
left. She had whined and sulked during the plane flight,
and was now whining, sulking, pouting, and occasionally
snarling. Going on an African safari, far from chili
dogs, pizza, MTV, and her friends, was not her idea of
a holiday.

For once, though, her parents had held firm. They
intended that this would be a good old fashioned family
holiday, and were determined to enjoy it if it killed
them, and her. No amount of whining, cajoling and beg-
ging had managed to sway them.

Thus she was now standing on the runway in a
baking heat, watching her father wave forlornly at bag-
gage handlers who zipped by as if he were invisible. It
was little wonder, what with the enormous amount of lug-
gage sitting beside him.

Kristen herself was very far from invisible to the
baggage handlers, as well as all the other bemused,
astonished and wondering Africans within sight. If she
noticed the stares, she gave not sign. She was, after
all, used to be stared at, though not in quite the same
way.

She was, as she well knew, a lovely, even stunning
young woman. Her development had started early. Even
when she was eleven years old, her physical maturity
was such that she was taken for a girl several years
older. She'd learned quickly that the men who looked at
her so closely could be manipulated in a variety of ways
to her benefit.

At eleven, that merely meant cooing and blinking
her eyes. By twelve she was wearing tight or revealing
clothes and positioning her body in such a way that
older boys and even grown men would groan and flash
carnal visual images in their minds.

By the time she'd turned thirteen, she was an
expert at manipulation, at controlling and maneuvering
men, using their weakness for her nubile teenage body
to make soft jelly of their hearts and minds, and hard
steel of their prongs.

She'd lost her cherry before entering high school,
to a handsome teacher who'd responded by changing her F
to an A. Usually she didn't have to actually sleep with
them of course. A little cooing and sultry whispers,
combined with a kiss or two sometimes did it.

For more difficult cases, she'd casually rub her-
self against them, or let them cop a feel of her boobs,
or crotch, and sometimes even jerked them off.

She'd gotten great grades in High School without
having a particularly nimble mind, or studying hard.
Others wondered about that, but as a leader of her peer
group in school, few openly questioned her methods for
academic achievement.

It was the same in college. She'd started just
this year, and had found the college professors even
more willing to come under her sway. The high school
teachers had the added worry, first of arrest, and
even after she passed the age of consent, of firing,
if caught with her.

College teachers didn't really have to worry
about that. Affairs between students and teachers
weren't unusual. They could freely make use of what
she offered in exchange for good grades, and not worry
about consequences.

Now, as she stood on the runway, clad in her
tight short shorts and her purple tank top that was
cut off just below the breasts, she was the near
perfection of a sexual creature. She didn't even have
to try and pose anymore. Any position she took could
automatically bring males organs to erection.

Her body was that of a goddess, perfect in it's
Ivory Whiteness, gleaming with health. There was not a
pimple, mole, or freckle anywhere on it. She was tall
and effortlessly graceful, her movements that of a
ballet dancer.

Her breasts were large enough to cause double
takes, but not large enough to detract from the perfect
symmetry of her shape. They were high and perfectly
round and of a firmness few young women ever achieved,
even during arousal. Her nipples were tiny pink nubs in
the exact center of each breast, which, when hard,
lengthened to an almost unnatural length, standing out
hard and ultra sensitive.

Her legs were the kind that made men run into
poles, so transfixed were they by the long gleaming
contours of her perfect thighs, shapely calves and
sweet and lovely knees.

Her ass would have won awards if such were given,
and if she had ever deigned to enter any contest. It
was the perfection other women longed for, had opera-
tions for. Not an ounce of fat, not a hint of imper-
fection marred her sweet and sumptuous buttocks. They
were more perfect in their shape when she slouched in
her sneakers than most women achieved in six inch heels
and tightly shaping pants and jeans.

Her face was the profile of delicate loveliness.
Her eyes were wide and bright, bright blue. When she
wanted, they were the eyes of an appealing child.
Within an instant they could turn sultry and wanton.

Her nose was a mere button, a little snub thing
that made the women sigh and smile. Her mouth was nar-
row and luscious, her lips full and sensuous, her teeth,
brilliant white perfection. Taken as a whole, her face
was enough to make grown men and women weep, the men
with regret, that they would never know her intimate
acquaintance, the women with amazed jealousy.

Her hair was the perfect frame for such a won-
drously sculpted visage. It was chest long and as
feathery soft and fleecy as the finest silk. At the
same time, it was luxuriously thick, cascading around
her head and splashing over her shoulders and down her
chest and back like a lustrous waterfall halted in mid-
fall.

All of these taken together drew lustful and en-
vious stares and gasps wherever she went, and contri-
buted to what was, admittedly, more than a hint of
arrogance, haughtiness and vanity. Being rich always
tended to draw people into immodesty. Being rich as well
as stunningly, dazzlingly, ravishingly, gorgeous, gave
her an ego hard to reign in, even on those odd occasions
when she tried.

Of course, her luscious silhouette and mouth
watering face were not the only reason she was drawing
stares at the moment. The main point of attraction
for the Africans was her hair, which was a bright, but
not unattractive shade of pink.

If she had been aware of the amusement, or con-
fusion her hair color was causing, she would have simply
sniffed about the crudeness and lack of sophistication
of the watchers, utterly certain that wherever in the
world she happened to be, whatever she happened to be
wearing was THE height of fashion, and that included
hair coloring and style.

She was not aware of the bewildering looks though,
since all her attention was focused on herself, and the
unhappiness and uncomfortableness she was presently
feeling. These were not things Kristen was normally
forced to contend with.

Seldom in her short life had she been refused any
pleasure, comfort or want, however fleeting or tran-
sitory. Everywhere she went she was granted boons
favors and generosity. At home, her slightest wish was
her parents most important demand. Nothing was denied
her.

Of course this went a long way to explaining her
self indulgent nature, her selfishness and vain outlook
on life. Kristen was about as spoiled as any human
being that walked the face of the earth, and as shallow
as a dried river bed.

Though she was far from stupid, an original
thought had never crossed her pretty little mind. She
followed the dictates of her social group to the
letter, her every move governed by whatever happened to
be "IN."

Now here she was sweating, SWEATING! In a sauna
that was permissible, but out in the open, in her
clothes, it was utterly intolerable.

"Dadddeeeeeeeeee," she whined. "Can't we go in-
doors where it's air-conditioned?"

"The building isn't air-conditioned sweetheart.
It's hotter than out here," he replied.

"Not air-conditioned?" She was truly amazed. In
her experience all buildings were air-conditioned. What
kind of a place was this?

"Ahhh, here comes our driver I think," her father
sighed with relief.

Kristen turned to see a boxy looking car racing
towards them in a cloud of dust. She squinted her eyes
against the sun, then put her hand over her mouth as
the thing drew up in front of them, hurling small
pebbles and dirt all around.

"You Charles Taylor?" a voice demanded.

"I am."

"Righto."

A figure jumped out of the box and moved around to
stand in front of them. Kristen looked up in disgust.
The man was in his early thirties, tall, with coarse
dark hair and weathery tanned skin, he wore a cheap
brown short sleeved shirt and dark green pants tucked
into boots, not even designer boots.

He was sort of handsome, in a rugged, cowboy type
way, with a thick, barrel chest and enormous, biceps.
His hands were big and rough from work, and his chest
hair curled out through the half open shirt. Kristen
wrinkled her nose in distaste.

"Pleased ta meet yah." The man said, holding out
his big hand at Taylor. "I'm Joe Steel."

"How do you do?" Charles said, shaking hands.
"This is my wife Lucy..."

"Charmed." Lucy said, waving her hand back and
forth in front of her face to stir a little breeze.

"And my daughter Kristen."

"Hi there Kris." he grinned, his eyes sliding
quickly and appreciatively up and down her body.

"Kristen." she said, stiffly, glaring in reproach.

It didn't do to let the help become to chummy to
begin with, and nobody dared call her Kris.

With no further delay Joe had begun hefting their
bags one and two at a time, and tossing them into the
rear of the "Rover" as he called it. He showed not
even a hint of effort at the heavy bags and was quickly
done, whereupon he jumped into the drivers seat to
await them.

Charles held open the rear door and Lucy and
Kristen carefully stepped in.

"Don't you have air-conditioning?" she complained.

"You're joking?" He laughed. "Air-conditioning!
What a laugh!" He then proceeded to laugh, long and
hard, before stomping on the gas pedal. The three pas-
sengers were thrown back against the weakly padded
seats as the Rover bumped and bounced across the dirt
field and out through the airport gate.

In a short length of time, they were driving
through an incredibly dirty and tacky looking excuse for
a city, with hordes of Black people wandering around
aimlessly and shrieking in some ugly foreign language
that Kristen knew wasn't French or Italian, the only
two acceptable languages other than English.

"How far is the hotel?" She grumbled.

"Hotel? We ain't goin' to no hotel, gorgeous.
We're heading right for the jungle. We'll pick up the
rest of the gear in Bankoland, then head inland."

"You mean we'll be traveling in this?!" she de-
manded in astonishment.

"That's it beautiful."

"But... but... but... we CAN'T travel in this!"
she exclaimed.

He looked back at her in irritation. "And just
what's wrong with this? This is a helluva fine machine,
girl. It'll take you through damn near anything without
stalling."

"How long do we have to be riding around in this
thing?" She demanded.

"This is your ride for the duration, Princess." he
grinned.

"Daddeeeeeeee!"

"Now look, precious, we could hardly travel in a
Rolls in the middle of the jungle," he tried to placate
her.

"Couldn't you get something that was at least air-
conditioned!?"

"You'll never get acclimatized with air-condition-
ing pinky." Joe grinned.

"What?"

"He means you won't get used to the heat,
darling."

"I don't want to get used to the heat!" she stamp-
ed her foot on the floor.

"You ain't got no choice there, pinky."

"Don't call me that!" she demanded, furiously.

He laughed, which did nothing to cool her temper.
She folded her arms tightly, despite the heat, and sank
back in her corner of the seat, determined to sulk un-
til she was back home again. The Rover continued to
bounce along until they reached a small village outside
town.

There they stopped. There was six other four wheel
drive vehicles there waiting. Joe looked at them in
disbelief. "What in hell?" He jumped out and went to
the waiting native drivers, chatting furiously.

"You told me to find everything on the list and
bring it here with drivers." The man in charge said,
shrugging.

"What in hell was on the friggin list?!" Joe de-
manded. He poked his nose inside the rovers and jeeps,
his face growing more and more incredulous.

Finally he came over to stand in front of Charles.

"Are you nuts?" he demanded.

"Excuse me?"

"What in hell is all this junk? You got furniture
here, fer chrissake!"

"Yes, a few tables and chairs, and cots."

"Tables and chairs!"

"I suppose you've never sat in a chair or at a
table." Kristen sniffed, disdainfully. Joe glared at
her, then turned back to Taylor. "You have any idea
what this is costing you?"

"Of course I know." Charles said with dignity.

"How about how long it's gonna take us to pack up
and set down?"

"I'm sure they'll manage."

Joe closed his eyes and counted to ten.

"It's your funeral," he said before finally,
stomping over to the other drivers.

"Really." Lucy said. "Couldn't you have found a
better guide, Charles?"

"He is supposed to be the best, my dear."

"He smells badly." Kristen sulked.

"I dare say we'll all smell badly soon." Her
father said, altogether too happily. Both women looked
at him in disgust.

They bounced down dirt roads for several more
hours, with the other cars riding along behind. They
left the road then, going through the jungle on even
more bouncy trails. Just when she was certain she
couldn't take another minute, they stopped in a small
clearing by a river.

"All right. We're here." Joe said in obvious re-
lief. He almost dove out of the rover, moving as far
away from Kristen as he could get. Never had he had to
bear such a constant unending barrage of whining com-
plaints, and snotty comments.

If she had known the fantasies he'd used to try
and block her out for most of the afternoon, Kristen
would have been outraged. In truth, they weren't all
that different from most men's fantasies about her,
except for being considerably more violent.

The dozen natives proceeded to set up the camp,
which included two large tents, each ten feet by twelve
feet and tall enough for a tall man to stand. Inside
each they carried a large round plastic bathtub, which
they set up in a curtained corner, along with the
portable toilets.

They attached round curtain rods to the tubs, then
put on the curtains. A pipe with a shower nozzle on the
top was put into place, and a generator to power the
pumps, along with other gear, was started up. One large
vehicle was entirely filled with big drums of water,
which were rolled over and attached to the pumps.

Joe sat on the front bumper of his Rover and
watched in stunned amazement as the tubs, along with
tables, chairs, benches and cots were all unloaded and
brought into the tents. Each time Kristen saw him, she
turned up her nose and sniffed in disdain. Joe imagined
what a good sturdy leather belt would do to her round
little behind.

The Taylors wandered around, enjoying the scenery,
what there was of it no further than a dozen yards from
the camp at least. Kristen accompanied her parents,
shrugging and sniffing at everything they pointed out.

He's got a big campfire going, for the atmosphere,
Charles had said, since of course they'd brought por-
table propane stoves and lanterns for heat and light.
The fire drew the only appreciative statement from
Kristen Joe had heard all day. She'd allowed that it
was "OK."

Soon after things were installed, the Taylors all
retired to their tents and the pumps started up. Joe's
mind filled with the image of the pink haired girl
having a shower and despite his irritation at her,
found his loins stirring.

Normally he wouldn't have dreamed of it, but the
little bitch had been such a snotty little thing that
he almost felt she owed him one, a look that is.

With nobody in sight, he unzipped the tent and
poked his head inside, then walked in, poking his head
out to be sure nobody had seen him. He moved across
the room to the little curtained alcove, then looked
inside.

The curtain that ran around the tub was in place
and water pattered off it weakly. The pumps were only
as good as the power source which had to be small
enough to cart around. Still, a good spray of water
enveloped the girl as she stood under it.

The plastic curtain was solid, and only her shadow
showed through. Not a man to hesitate, Joe wandered
across the few feet that separated it from him and
pulled it aside slightly.

Her back was to him, and what a back! Despite his
many experiences with women he had to swallow a sigh of
appreciation. He shook his head as his eyes beheld her
beautifully proportioned body, the lovely round swells
of her buttocks and magnificent legs.

She turned and he let the curtains fall. Then
opened them a crack. Her head was tilted back and her
hands were rubbing shampoo through her long hair. He
closed his eyes for a second, then opened them again.
No, he hadn't been imagining.

"Good Christ!" he murmured, his voice easily
covered by the sound of splashing water. What a body!
His eyes lingered over her upturned breasts, looking
even more golden and perfect as she unconsciously
thrust her chest up and out.

Her belly was smooth and flat and looked like the
softest thing on earth. Her damp pubic hair, she was a
blonde, he saw, barely covered her dark little slit as
she stood with legs slightly apart.

The water trickled off her gleaming wet skin,
giving her a slick, oily look that set his heart pound-
ing and his cock pulsing. It was all he could do to
keep from jumping in and screwing her right then and
there.

Luckily, he was a strong man mentally as well as
physically. He backed away and stumbled out of the tent
his eyes wide and dazed. No matter her personality
flaws, he was going to have the little bitch if it was
the last thing he did!

He set out to please her as soon as she returned
from her shower. His attempts to curry favor and amuse
her failed dismally however. She was used to men trying
to charm and please her and was in no mood for it. Be-
sides, he was as far from her type as it was possible
to get without actually being ugly.

His smile became strained over the course of the
evening, as his most gallant, courteous and congenial
attempts to strike up friendship, or even a conversa-
tion, failed dismally, shot down by snotty remarks,
arrogant condescension and rude and brusque dismissals.

He was in a foul mood when he went to sleep that
night. It didn't get any better the next day, as she
repeated her whining and complaining to such an extent
he was reduced to angry growls and snarls himself. When
she haughtily summoned him to her tent that evening, he
was in no mood to be pleasant.

Her constant sniveling had driven him to tear into
his stash of brandy far sooner than normal, and he was
ready to bite somebody's head off. None would be better
than hers.

Kristen was wearing a light white designer shirt,
that, because of the heat, she'd completely unbuttoned
and then tied together below her braless breasts.

That her magnificent orbs were thus encased in two
tight sacks that became translucent as she sweated, did
not apparently occur to her, and if it had, she
wouldn't have cared. Tormenting men, even ones she dis-
liked was commonplace to her.

Her shorts were the kind of baggy, multi colored
things currently in vogue in California, and looked
preposterous here, but again, that didn't occur to her.

"What is it?" He almost snarled after pushing
through her tent flap.

"This thing doesn't work." she complained, point-
ing at the shower.

"So what do you want me to do about it?" She look-
ed at him like he was exceedingly stupid.

"Fix it." She said, pronouncing each word careful-
ly as she stared at him.

"It ain't my shower." He glared.

"You were hired by my father..."

"To guide you through the jungle. You want a
plumber go and find one."

"How dare you!?" she glared in outrage.

"Oh stuff a sock in it." he snapped.

"When I tell my Daddy..."

"You can tell Daddy whatever the bleeding hell you
want you silly little cunt. I'm tired of listening to
your whining and bitching and complaining!" He moved
right in front of her, staring down angrily from inches
away. She backed up in consternation, but he kept mov-
ing forward until she was backed against a table.

He jammed his face right up against hers. "Your
shit don't stink! Do it?"

Kristen's eyes and mouth opened in amazement. No-
body, but nobody had ever talked to her like this
before.

"I... I... I..."

"Oh can it! I'm sick of listening to your whining
voice!" He shoved his face even closer, forcing her to
bend backwards across the table.

"You are the snottiest little ice maiden I've ever
seen in my life! You and your Goddam bathtubs and God-
dam CD player and your Goddam pink hair! What kind of a
crazy wears pink hair anyway!?

"It... it's the latest s... style." she stuttered.

"Style! Ha! " He backed up slightly, his eyes
glaring as he looked her up and down. "And your
clothes. You wave your little ass around and show off
your fat titties and then look down your nose at anyone
that takes notice!"

He poked his nose in her face again, forcing her
back. "What you really need is a hard belt across your
dainty little rear end! Or better yet a good hard cock
up your tight, cold little hole!"

Kristen gasped in shock, her skin flushing red in
embarrassment and outrage.

"I bet for all your showin' off your still a
stinking virgin!" he snarled.

"I... I am not!" she whined.

"Bullshit! I can't imagine you letting any man
between those legs of yours!" He reached his hand down
and cupped her left breast through the sweaty
blouse. "The only one that's ever touched these are
you!" He sneered, again putting his face right up
against hers.

Kristen was now terrified. She was in a situation
she'd never faced in her life. Someone didn't like her!
Someone was being mean to her, yelling at her and call-
ing her names. She didn't know how to deal with it and
gaped at him in shock, not even trying to slap his hand
away from her hot, sweaty breast.

"What about it, little Miss Ice Queen?" he smirked.

"Or are you a lesbo? That wouldn't surprise me. A
man hating little homo!"

"A... am not!" she whimpered.

"Yeah?" He curled his lip into a sneer, then
abruptly, jammed his big hand down the front of her
shorts. The button tore off, popping across the tent
as his hand forced into the thin garment. Kristen
gasped again, her eyes staring down in shock.

Joe's hand slid right under her panties and cupped
her bare flesh, squeezing up against her pussy mound.
His eyes continued to stare into hers and as she looked
up, she felt held there, her own eyes unable to pull
away as his fingers began to rub up and down over her
cunt.

End Of Part 1

Back when I was married to my first wife, I owned a Black Labrador puppy named Jasper. Honestly, I couldn't attach myself to this dog. I don't know what it was about him. My wife got him because I had gotten myself a pure bred adult Siberian Husky. She would say I spent more time with the Husky then I did her. Which was entirely true. I couldn't stand my wife, so I spend my evenings after work with Loki, my Husky, at the park playing catch.

Well, my wife had this nasty habit of playing with Jasper's penis while we watched TV, then laugh when he tried to hump her foot. After awhile, I told her that she needed to stop or he was going to get aggressive about it. Well, she didn't. So as jasper got older and bigger he started making his way up from her foot. So one night, after she played with his penis and got him aroused he jumped up on her and attempted to fuck her face. Me being the " caring" husband I was I jumped up, grabbed Jasper and hauled him to the garage, where we kept the dogs kennels. After spanking him and putting him in his box, I went back inside to find my wife laughing like it was funny. She then told me it was funny how horny he was. I then told her next time I wasn't going to stop him. After that she got all huffy and went to bed.

Now mind you, at two years old jasper was by no means a small dog. Same goes for his penis. When we went to get his papers they measured his fully erect penis. For a dog a 7in long, 3in diameter cock is pretty large.

Anyways back to the story. After about 3 weeks we fell back into our normal routine. We'd sit and watch TV and talk about how shitty our days had been. After about 45 minutes, Jasper fell asleep at my wife's feet. She then started playing with his cock, getting him hard. I warned her if he jumped at her I wasn't going to stop him. Sure enough Jasper woke up and jumped up onto the couch and attempted to face fuck her again.

As my wife tried to fight him off while laughing, Jasper got the prestige chance and jammed his cock right into my wife's mouth and proceeded to fuck her mouth with everything he had. After he started gagging her I pulled and off and took him to the garage. When I came back the wife commences yelling at me about how it was my fault that Jasper face fucked her. I explained to her that I had told he would do it and it wasn't my fault. After that she stomped off to bed leaving me to myself.

Sitting there, by myself I started to hatch an evil plan. If she wanted to play with Jasper's cock and leave him hanging I could help him get what he wanted.

So I waited until the next night she got bored and gave him a foot job, except before he jumped at her I hauled him to the garage and let him wait. When my wife decided to go to bed, I waited downstairs until I knew she was asleep, then I got Jasper, brought him upstairs and waited.

my wife had a habit of taking a sleeping pill and sleep nude. For whatever reason she did this it made it easy to fuck her then go to bed without all the noise and drama during. So I knew it would be easy to get Jasper on her. As I crawled into bed I noticed my wife sleeping on her stomach with one leg tucked up to her side. Almost like she was waiting for me to penetrate her. Although tonight it wouldn't be me doing the penetrating.

I pulled her other leg up to her side and positioned her with her ass in the air. I then began to finger her to get her wet enough for Jasper to take notice. When I was done I climbed out of bed and picked Jasper up onto the bed. Where he then started investigating my wife's wet pussy. No sooner had I climbed back into bed that Jasper was attempting to mount my wife. As he did that retarded air humping thing, I grabbed him by the tail and help position him for penetration.

Once he finally penetrated he went to town, thrusting, panting, and clawing like it was the last thing he would ever do. As he fucked her I sat there watching, slightly sick but secretly thrilled that he had the chance to get back at the woman that tormented him for months.

He fucked her for a good 20 minutes before I noticed be was getting ready to ejaculate. Part of me wanted to pull him off, but the other 3\4 of me said fuck it. Not long after I saw him knot up and knew he'd done the deed. Leaving months of pent up aggression to settle in her pussy.

When his knot had finally subsided he pulled out with a fountain of cum following him. Seeing this turned me on beyond all reason. I decided I'd have my fun with her. Not being one to take sloppy seconds, I decided I'd take her ass for the first time. Taking the same position Jasper found so entertaining I lathered up my cock with saliva and without any concern I rammed it deep into her rectum.

The assault on her ass woke her up, and when she did she fought against me trying to get my cock out of her ass. After about five minutes of forceful penetration she finally gave in and let me have my fun.

Without the opposition from my wife, the anal reaming went smoothly, even with the whimpers and whines that escaped her mouth.

After almost an hour of plunging, penetration, spitting, and spreading I was ready to cum. My wife felt it too, because she started to squirm and try to get me out of her. However, that didn't work out like she hoped, because it made me cum all the quicker. When I had finally deposited my semen inside her I pulled out and laid down, the sounds of her sobbing in pain helping me sleep.

The next morning, I woke early for coffee and some cartoons. My wife came screaming down the stairs demanding to know how many times I came in her last night. Apparently when she woke up she had fluids leaking out of every hole and it pissed her off. Laughing on the inside I told her about 5 times. She got huffy and stormed off. Not knowing the truth about what happened last night. I looked at Jasper and smiled. Gave him a pat on the head and said we'd have to do that again soon.