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Well so much the better for me, you know how I feel about foreplay.” With that he pulled her hips towards him and repositioned her. Tegan offered no resistance, like a ragdoll in his hands as he slid his fat prick into her wet and willing hole. He wasn’t wrong… whether because Sam left the job unfinished or because of his little speech, or a combination of both, Tegan’s vagina was slick with juices in anticipation of receiving him inside her. Her muscles clamped around his shaft as he ploughed her wet hole, making squishing noises as he delved in and out of her, his heavy balls slapping against her clit and she whimpered into the mattress in shame as she felt the churning knot of an orgasm growing in her gut. How did this man have this kind of power over her? She couple didn’t hate him, but he was so… abrasive, bordering on cruel. Nothing like the kind of lover she would have chosen if given the option. And yet… and yet she did, didn’t she? She knew enough about Angus to assume he would be a selfish lay, she knew that when she offered all her holes that there was a good chance that her asshole would see more action than a porn star, and that her own cum pleasure would be a distant second priority. And yet, as Angus pounded away at her slick love tunnel, the heavy slug of metal lodged in her colon bouncing with every thrust, she couldn’t help but be carried away on a cloud of pleasure. All at once she was brought down to earth and she snapped out of her fantasy to find herself panting, her whimpers having turned into unfiltered guttural screams of ecstasy as Angus picked up the pace. Her muscles clamped down around him as he drove himself in one final time and her body vibrated in pleasure. Angus was holding orgasm his breath as his own orgasm hit and they both collapsed together as his balls contracted and heaved a colossal load of cum into her slimy hole. His dick flexed and twitched as he squirted several times and he pulled out of her slowly. As soon as his cockhead was no longer filling her hole her muscles spasmed, forcing out a torrent of his thick cum which clung to her nether lips before dripping off. Reflexively she placed her hand under herself and caught it in her palm, squeezing her muscles to try and force out the rest of it out of some perverse need to confirm with her eyes what she thought she felt. Cupping the mixture of his seed and her juices in her palm, she estimated she was holding at least two ounces of spunk and vaginal fluid, not counting whatever remained inside her. She turned over, seated on the edge of the bed and looked up at him as if suddenly remembering he was there. He watched her with a glint in his eye waiting to see what she’d do next. As if on autopilot she brought her cupped hand to her lips and slurped the mess into her mouth as if drinking lifegiving water from a spring, never once breaking eye contact as she vacuumed the entire handful of gunk into her mouth then opened her mouth to display it once last time before swallowing it down and presenting her empty mouth. “Now that, little slut, was one hell of a show.” “Thank you, sir.” Introduction Hi, my name is Vanessa. I was born in December 1975 and now have a mature 34AA–24–35 95-pound figure with blondish hair. In 1998 I quit my boring existence in a little town in North Wales and went to work as a Housekeeper for a middle-aged man in the East Midlands of England. It was a brave decision to make as I’d applied for the job after seeing the job advert in a BDSM magazine that someone had left in the hairdressers where I worked. I didn’t really know what I was letting myself in for, but I really did need to do something because my life was so drab and boring. Even the interview for the job was unbelievable, but I was so desperate to change my life that I did everything that was asked of me, and I was finally offered the job. Shortly after starting the job my employer (Jon) told me to write a Journal of my new life, and he has since created a web site that it is published on. If you care amateur to read my Journal you will discover that my relationship with Jon is rather different to that of most employee and employer, but I have easily come to realise that I have a life that just could not be more satisfying or pleasurable. I love my life and all the little adventures that Jon and I get up to. Apart from a little bit of Hardcore hair that grows on my legs, I have no body hair below my neck. It’s all been removed with electrolysis. I’m slim with small(ish), pert breasts that have small aureoles and giant nipples. When they’re hard Jon says they’re like chapel hat pegs. Oh, how I coveted it. You sure sleep soundly,” Jessie whispered in my ear. I had to focus on her. I knew from personal experience they were wrong. Just as I finally stopped blowing my huge cum load all over Lora’s face and tits we heard the garage door going couple up; our parents were home! After a couple minutes when the fog of orgasm faded, Chloe slid off my desk and got on mature her knees on the floor in front of me. Wordlessly, she opened my belt, unfastened my pants, and slid my zipper down with a look on her face that was not that different from a young girl opening her presents on Christmas. Finally, she squirts her pussy juices all over my face. She nibbled on my bud. The movement of air from opening the door is just enough to cause Katie’s thin unbuttoned top to move exposing her perky right breast. “Feeling good?” He knew she couldn’t answer but her eyes told him all was well. Went to a bar with some friends to allow them to be alone. 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