He slipped into her room one night. She just stood there for a long time, taking in the sight of her daughter’s face and feet sticking out of her sheets. She had been the crush of his life ever since her wife died giving birth to her. He had cared for her, provided for her, made her the center of her existence. He had no intention of remarrying, or even having relationships outside of the one he had created with his wife, now deceased. Instead, he had poured all the love and devotion he had had for her into her love and devotion to her daughter.
He had never seen her as anything other than her beautiful and precious daughter. She was everything to him. Everything he had, he would give it to her in a heartbeat.
And so it had been, for a long time. A long time.
He then he left. He was happy to see her grow from the foundation he had laid, she loved to see how she stood out. But from the first few weeks porntsunami.com after she moved in that summer, he began to realize that in addition to pride, achievement, and hope, he felt another emotion that he wasn’t proud of. She had never failed to show appreciation for all the good things he did for her. He knew that she was grateful for the advantages he had given her. And yet there was a small voice, growing louder and louder as the months passed, and growing louder even though he told himself the voice wasn’t being fair or rational. “How do you dare?” was what the voice wanted to shout. “How could he leave me?”
And now, for a few days, she was back. She didn’t need a car, so he had driven his own to pick her up from her bedroom. It was during the long drive back that he first noticed her legs.
Their visit was perfectly normal, a banal family visit, and as they talked and as he drove her from the restaurant to the mall to a friend’s house and so on, it became increasingly difficult to stop thinking and take her eyes off his. she. her legs. And then the belly that he loved to show off. Her beautiful long neck.
The swell of her breasts.
The wonderful, charming, funny and intelligent face of hers.
And, to his surprise, he felt no guilt. She was beautiful, who could deny that? During her brief stay, why not enjoy what he now apparently had to offer?
Today, her last day at her house for this short vacation, he had taken her to a farewell dinner he organized with her friends. The girls laughed and pretended to flirt with each other and the waiters, while he smiled and remained relatively quiet, not wanting to be the old man who ruins the “vibe.”
His daughter looked at him from time to time. He felt more and more secure. She was looking at him, not to communicate, not to share a moment of comfort or connection. She was looking at him. She watching him watch them. Watch her.
He hadn’t wanted to think it out loud to himself but, dressed her. It was shorter than he had to be. It was a lower cut letmejerk.fun than he needed to be. She left her back bare, he believed she was clearly not wearing a bra.
She knew that he would be at the meeting. Why dress like this? Why watch him so closely tonight?
On the way home they were both silent. This was unusual. Why was he silent? Why was she?
Her shoulder strap on her right side, he certainly wasn’t being careless enough to leave the one in front of him on her shoulder. But the one far away from him, the one he plausibly didn’t seem to notice, had fallen, and she hadn’t done anything to correct it.
When he hugged her goodnight, when she ended the hug, she cupped her face in her hands, almost motherly. “Thanks dad, it was a wonderful night.” She leaned down and he almost flinched, backed away, ran away… and she bent her head down a little and kissed his forehead. Just as it had seemed at the beginning of the gesture: motherly.
She went to bed and he was left alone, reflecting on the long and painful journey that would take her away from him tomorrow.
And here he was, now, while she slept, sizing her up like never before.
She took a step forward. Carefully, carefully. She took the sheet off him.
He was surprised and pleased to discover that there was nothing else to keep her warm, not a single piece of clothing. His daughter, like his wife before her, apparently preferred to sleep naked. Or, she was beginning to allow herself to be suspicious, maybe she didn’t usually do it.
She lay on her back, one arm behind her head and the other stretched out over the edge of her. This drew her chest up. Her breast, as beautiful as she had begun to imagine. He allowed her gaze (her heart rate was increasing enormously along with another part of himself) to rest there for a while. He allowed her imagination to kiss her breasts, caress hers pzones.
Then she continued her imaginary journey down, touching her tight belly in her mind, he could almost feel her leaning down to kiss her bare pubes. Similar to the way his arm was outstretched, so were his legs, one bent at the knee to curl under the other, but the effect of this was to open his hips for him, to invite him to consider what was coming. there was between them. Why did she shave it herself? How long had that been going on?
As much as a part of him revolted at the thought of a man seeing his own daughter that way, for so long, though, he continued to watch, her belly slowly rising and falling behind the new spotlight. yearning for him.
He kept going, wanting not to miss anything.
In his imagination he brushed against her long legs and caressed her feet.
And he finally looked her in the face again. Even asleep, her expression exuded confidence. Was he dreaming of her future, of a future he had envisioned for her, filled with achievement and dominance? A future in which she slid to the top and looked down on those she had left behind, her lower ones?
She knew she would do this, but she had banished all thought of him until she did it. And now, he was kissing her feet. Tenderly, she worked beegfuck.com her way up, trying not to breathe, but insisting on feeling her legs with her lips.
He told himself that he could do those things without waking her up, if he was careful.
He also wondered intensely how she would react when he woke up. How would he express the desire that he had been expressing and encouraging tonight?
He was kissing her shins, her thighs, her iliac crest. Her pubes.
He lay there for a while, gently, aware that any force would cause an awakening, and knowing that he had to work hard not to intend that to happen.
He moved on, finally, after resisting a surprising urge to kiss those nearby lips, only to cast aside caution and begin to probe with his tongue.
He continued up, kneeling beside her, kissing her belly, her ribs. Her chest. He risked the smallest touch of her lips on her nipples. She still hadn’t woken up!
He moved closer to kiss her shoulders, her neck. Her cheeks. He stared at her with uncomfortable lust, her eyes inches from her face, able to take in every detail.
He stood up and was surprised at what he had accomplished so far. His thoughts turned to the door.
Her hands went to her belt.
He undressed silently and, carefully, cautiously, he climbed as discreetly as he could onto her bed, over her body.
And now her face was upon his. His legs, one bent at the knee, began to move smoothly with his own legs until his penis—yes, he insisted on emphasizing to himself, his father’s penis—was in position to enter. He knew this, eventually he would start to wake her up, and he was ready. He knew she would respond lovingly to her acknowledgment of his silent communications earlier in the evening. But even if she didn’t respond positively, he was determined now.
Trembling a little, he placed her left knee in the crux of her bent right knee and began to push her sister’s shin away from her.
And finally, lazily, he opened his eyes. He had decided, and carried out her resolve, not to look away from her at this point, to show how firm and loving her intentions were, to respect her gaze by keeping his.
He waited for her relieved smile to begin. He seemed to be taking in the situation. The head of his father’s penis was now touching the spot that she would now gladly open for him.
But, without a smile, instead of a smile, he opened his mouth and spoke. It wasn’t what he said that surprised him, but the way he said it. Cool, calm, determined, unflappable.
“What the hell do you think you’re doing?”
She realized that she was so serene that she must have been awake for quite some time. She was ready for him. Had xhamstergo.com she felt every exciting kiss? From her feet, to her pubis, to her chest, to her neck? Had she just stood there silently, letting him do it? Did this confirm her invitation?
But now there was nothing tempting in her face. Accompanying her angry words and tone was an annoying squint, a squint that lived on the verge of anger.
He opened his mouth to speak. He had mentally rehearsed for this. He had to be firm but gentle. He would be clear and explicit about the subtext of her interactions tonight. Even if she denied it, he would make her see that she owed him, if in fact her looks and the way she dressed were a deception.
He had decided that he would not take no for an answer. But he was also sure that he wouldn’t listen to any of them. She was going to be happy that he was giving her this gift, and if she wasn’t, he was sure she was.he would convince her to agree, to understand, perhaps even to be pleased to perform this service.
If not immediately, she would eventually see that she was as much to him as he was to her.
That’s what happened in rehearsal.
However, when she opened her mouth to speak, “I, uh, well, I think it’s about time, I mean, this is, we have to, I mean, you have to-uh…”
By then it was too late. She suddenly gave an almost comical cry.
Her hands closed tighter over his balls. He was suddenly trying to get away from her when a second before he had decided to be inside her. But he couldn’t escape, couldn’t indianpornvideos.pro even try. It would just make him increase the pressure on her balls. She had it, he couldn’t move. So he froze.
She increased the pressure and he groaned, not even aware of the embarrassment and embarrassment he should be feeling right now.
Her daughter looked at him angrily, her eyes narrowed and a strange smile on her mouth. “We fucked,” she said.
“DAD”, she continued deliberately.
“When I SAY let’s fuck.” She squeezed harder.
“On my terms. Do you hear me, asshole?”
Eyes closed, mouth tight with her pain, she nodded as best she could, weakly.
She pushed him by the balls, which hurt even more than what he had been doing before, but at least it relieved the pressure. She slid off the bed, her knees on the floor, but before she could regain her composure, she sat up and put her legs on either side of him. She grabbed him by the hair. She held his gaze. Now he had a moment to look at her again.
Her powerful, youthful, masterful body was more desirable than ever.
She was holding him in her place. Certainly he was stronger than her, but she had him by her hair and escaping from her hands would not only hurt, but would involve an utterly embarrassing struggle to escape the hands of her little daughter. . And what could she do next, anyway? He stood still.
For a moment he allowed her to look her up and down. With one hand he held her hair, with the other he parted her pussy lips. It was incredible: he almost came on the spot to see her daughter doing this.
And then she began to push her face toward her, and said the words:
“Suck my pussy, asshole.”
And he complied. She closed her legs around his neck and locked him in her place.
He had imagined, in response to the secret flirtation he was sure they engaged in all night, that they could indianxxxvideo.pro spend a long night together. And they did. His daughter had certainly been ready. Very clever, just as she had hoped.
As she had expected, but not as she had expected. As her expectations of him became less and less like reality, his heart sank lower and lower, but what else could he do now but obey?
Later that night she finally allowed him to put her penis inside her. But only after making her cum several times. He would make her come from her with her tongue, or she would make her come from her while he licked her ass. Then she would pull him to him and play with her penis and her nipples until she was almost ready to come, explaining to him how ridiculous and old she looked. And then she would send him back to her pussy, fucking her face one more time until she came again.
This continued until he finally got bored. He was tickling her cock one last time that night, snickering at her every move. After a couple of distracted sighs, he rolled his eyes.
“Okay, whatever. If you have to do it, do it now and get away from me.”
She frowned at him, then leaned back and looked up at the ceiling, rolling her eyes again, ignoring him, grabbing her phone and paying attention to seemingly anything else. Cautiously, slowly, as if it couldn’t be true, he slid from her daughter’s side to stand on top of her. She didn’t take her eyes off his phone.
It was on her vaginal lips. The tremor in her arms, in her entire body, came not from a lack of strength or stamina, but from the sheer audacity of what she was about to do, and the emotion that accompanied it.
There was no connection to her. This was not an expression of love, or any kind of emotion at all. All the courage that she had accumulated in the thought of this moment, all evaporated with her face turned to the side thinking of everything in the world but him. He was a disgusting man wearing a body, nothing more. What he was about to do, he could have done with a mannequin. Realizing so truly what he was doing, he felt ashamed.
His story about himself had evaporated, and he was still as ready, even smarter, than ever to finally just fuck his daughter’s body without faking it. And so he did.
He could see perhaps the slightest sign of discomfort passacross her face as he began to push his cock xxxlib.me firmly into her pussy. As he entered, his eyes widened for the tiniest fraction of a second, and his pelvis moved slightly into place beneath him, before he once again retreated to his phone, laughing at her. something I was reading.
When he tried to kiss her, she slapped him, saying, “That’s disgusting, hurry up or you won’t finish,” and then, with a sort of triumphant taunt, he finished the sentence, “DAD.”
She continued to fuck obediently, trying to assimilate her experience, to engrave in her mind the feel of her daughter’s vagina warming the length of her cock. Without thinking, an instinct born of previous intercourse decades ago, she leaned down and kissed her nipple. So she grabbed him by the hair, scratched his face viciously, and said, “Hit two, you dumbass. Damn. Bitch.”
She grunted and groaned, “I’m sorry,” and she knew she better not fuck this up again or she’d never be allowed to finish. She scoffed and went back to her phone.
She only showed more signs of awareness of what was going on as he began to ejaculate inside her. She glanced at him briefly, a look of annoyance and disgust on her face, then looked up at the ceiling, rolled her eyes and just whispered ‘ew’.
When he finished her ejaculation, he began to fall on her, breathless, imagining her sperm working its way deep into her own daughter’s reluctant evexxx.me womb. Before her body could make any more contact with hers, he scratched his chest and rib cage roughly, saying, “Jesus, no, get away from me, you disgusting piece of shit!”
He rolled off her, face open like a fish, trying to catch his breath from her.
He didn’t know what the rest of the story might be. His head full of thoughts, somehow triumphant, regretful and defeated at the same time, he asked “What…now…” between gasps.
“God,” he said, looking down meaningfully, “You obviously clean up your mess.”
After she made him wipe her own cum from her pussy with her mouth, and made him give her another orgasm, he collapsed onto her back.
He gasped and said with a frown, “Seriously, you’re the worst, ‘dear father’. You were going to what, rape your own daughter, ‘Dad?'”
In silence, he told the truth. “Yes.”
“Yeah, fuck you. I let you do it this time basically because I was bored and curious to see if you could pull something off, but no. You could have at least made it fun. That was fucking boring dad. It felt like nothing.”
She sat up and brought her face close to his where he was sitting on her bed trying to make himself as small as possible. She pushed his body back toward the edge of the bed.
“Okay motherfucker, this is what will happen every time I let you make me come,” she said. And she pushed him off her bed. She fell to the ground. “You will speak only when spoken to, and you will sleep there when it is over.”
The floor was cold linoleum. He was naked. I had no pillow.
“From now on, you will never cum, never have sex with anyone, let alone me, without my saying so. Do you understand?”
The door was open, he could walk out. But then what?
“I understand.”
She smiled. “Ma’am daughter. That’s what you call me from now on.”
Her voice trembled. “Yes, madam daughter. I understand, madam daughter.”
“I may never let you fuck me again. I may never let you fuck anyone, or cum in any way, and you’ll obey because if you don’t, I’ll tell the police you’re a fucking rapist.”
He cried. “Yes, madam daughter.”
“Fine” she said after a second. “Okay. You know how much I’d like to just kick you into the ground, over and over right now. But I know you’d like it so much.”
Without a word, she turned around, knowing full well that he wasn’t going anywhere. Except for telling him to stop crying at one point, she proceeded to ignore him for the rest of the night. She stayed on her phone, texting her friends for a long time.
And so she slept, on the cold, hard floor, under the foot of her daughter’s bed.
She fell asleep thinking about the horrible things that her loving daughter could do from now on. She slept knowing the real reason she wouldn’t leave, the reason she could leave him at will and he could never leave her. She fell asleep knowing there was no escape, because there was no desire to escape. She had said it many times in the past.
Everything he had truly belonged to her.
This porn story from my adolescence, when my girlfriend’s little sister had just passed puberty, only to lose her innocence to my uncontrollable lust for her.
I drove from his house and parked a couple of blocks down a side street where my car wouldn’t be recognized. I sat in the car, heart racing, for about 20 minutes. I knew that what he was planning was dangerous, but I couldn’t help it.
I walked back to the house, sneaking around the back and heading to the side door on the lower level. If it was locked, Cindy didn’t want me to sneak into her room. I would be safe from my own destructive sexual urges, which were uncontrollable at the time.
was unlocked
I carefully turned the handle and went inside. The room was dark, so I stayed there until my eyes adjusted. I listened carefully for any movement in the house… silence.
I could see light under Cindy’s bedroom door in the hallway across the room. I crawled around maturecharged.com the room, making sure not to knock anything over. I got to her bedroom and carefully opened the door.
Cindy was standing in front of her closet like she was looking for something to wear. She was wearing her thin white nightgown and turned around when I closed the door behind me. She put a finger to her lips “shut up” and pointed to the ceiling.
Her parents’ room was directly upstairs. I remember her saying that sometimes she could hear them talking through the vent, so she really had to be quiet.
The light from her nightstand was enough to penetrate her nightgown; she wasn’t wearing anything underneath. I drank in the sight of her nipples and hipbones protruding against the thin material, and the faint outline of her little bush. I reached over, grabbed her hands and pulled her closer to the light.
I knelt in front of her. Sliding my hands under her nightgown I felt the soft skin of her calves, the back of her knees, then up to her thighs. I heard a small gasp from her as my hands continued up, until I felt the soft curve of her tight little ass. I cupped both cheeks in my hands and stood up, lifting her nightgown up above her waist.
“You feel good…” I whispered as she trailed my hands up from her behind, up her back…lifting her nightdress higher than hers as she went.
I moved back a bit so I could see her under her nightgown. My eyes went down to her flat porngo.space belly and her wispy blond bush, and then back up to her beautiful, innocent face. Her eyes were wide, her mouth slightly open, her lips trembling.
I pulled her to me and kissed her, gently sliding my tongue into her open mouth, which startled her at first…but she kissed me back, wrapping her tongue around mine. I moved my hands to her bottom and drew her against my hardening cock, but at her height I only pressed against her belly, just above her mound.
I whispered in her ear: “I want to see you naked”.
I leaned back and lifted her nightgown again, this time over her breasts, and lifted her arms over her head.
I tossed it onto her bed and stepped back to admire her naked body. She started to cover herself with her hands, but I stopped her and lowered her hands to her sides.
“My God… you’re beautiful” I whispered and kissed her again. She kissed me back with more passion this time, slipping her tongue into my mouth. She didn’t have much kissing experience, but she more than made up for it with her enthusiasm. I loved the feel of her mouth, her tongue, her kisses.
I held her up to the light so I could admire her, fully exposed, from head to toe. It was a vision…wavy platinum blonde hair that fell around her sun-kissed face, crystal blue eyes, full lips, and a freckled button nose. Her tanned arms and shoulders were slim, but toned as were her legs and her flat stomach. Her tan line circled her young breasts… not yet ripe, not yet sagging in place of hers; perched high on her chest, with light pink nipples that almost protruded more than her breasts. Her puffy areolas were perfectly smooth and protruded from her small breasts like a second set of breasts…her erect nipples.
I reached around her and grabbed her bottom with both hands and easily lifted her up so porn300.online that her face was level with mine, and kissed her passionately. Holding her there as we kissed, she wrapped her legs around me, squeezing her little mound just above the bulge in my pants. We turned around and I laid her down on the bed, her legs still wrapped around me. Reaching for her ankles, I spread her legs, unzipped my pants and pulled them down to my knees. My cock was still folded in my underwear, tugging at the material. She watched intently as she bent me down and straightened him up. The tip of it protruded from her waistband, dripping.
I pushed forward between her spread legs and pressed the base of my cock against her, sunny.or my underwear between my shaft and her little pussy. His head protruded above my waist and was leaking enough precum that the sticky fluid pooled on his belly. I started squeezing her breasts and rubbing her dry, and I leaned in and kissed her. Any inhibitions she may have had before were gone as she kissed me back, alternately sucking on my tongue and fucking my mouth deep with her tongue…she wrapped her legs tighter around me, pulling me harder against her.
I reached down and sucked on her soft nipples. Reacting to my touch, her swollen areolas swelled even more and her nipples grew and hardened in my mouth.
I continued to squeeze her breasts and moved closer to her, briefly testing my own lube on her belly, then trying to slide my tongue down to taste her pussy. However, the bed xnxxporn.fun was too low and I could only comfortably reach the top, just barely under the bush of it. I put her legs on my shoulders, lifted her off the bed and put a pillow under her ass. Lowering her back down, I grabbed her legs behind her knees and pushed her legs up and apart, until her pussy and her little pink asshole were facing the ceiling. I looked at turkishhdporn.pro her face to make sure she was okay with what she was doing, and she was looking at me with a small smile and an intense look of desire in her eyes.
This was my every fantasy; I had masturbated a hundred times imagining this…
She was reeling from the lust that she had taken over me. I put my face between her legs and greedily sucked on her little pussy. I tried to slide my tongue inside her, but she was so tight I could only get the tip of my tongue inside her. I threw my head back and moved my hands from her legs, down either side of her little box, opening it as wide as I could.
The light from her end table clearly illuminated her tiny opening, which was no bigger than my little finger. I slipped my tongue gently into her opening again, but it was too small to go through the opening very deeply.
I moved up and licked and sucked on her little bud, and her body shuddered as I hit the spot. I slid my tongue up her pussy and over her ass, then back. She shuddered when I hit her clit and gasped when my tongue hit her ass.
I had an uncontrollable urge to slide my tongue inside her. Grabbing her behind her knees again, I pushed her legs further back, twisting her hips so that her small butt was more exposed. My tongue circled her ass, then gently licked at the tight opening. She gasped and I waited for her to tell me to stop, but her expression showed that she was enjoying it. She had never done this before… I really never wanted to do it; but Cindy was different. Every part ijavhd.me of her seemed perfect and erotic to me.
I continued to lick her bottom with the wide part of my tongue until I could feel her relax; her little ass gapes. My tongue tubesafari.pro could feel the softer, smoother inner part of her anus expand, allowing me to slide the tip of my tongue inside her…just the tip.
Another gasp.
I could feel her ass tense at first, then open for my inquisitive tongue. i was in heaven
I went back to her clit, licking and sucking on her bud. Cindy grabbed my head and pulled harder, and started fucking my mouth. I rocked her legs back and forth, drenching my face in her juices, her feet bouncing in the air…
Suddenly, we both realized that her bed was creaking and we froze. We were both so lost in the heat of the moment that we forgot where we were. Cindy stared at the ceiling with wide eyes, and we strained to hear any movement upstairs.
We hope… nothing.
I slowly released my hold on her legs, guided them to the ground, and helped her to her feet.
I whispered in her ear, “We really have to shut up!”
She nodded, her eyes wide in fear of her father barging in on us.
I knelt on the floor, pulling her down to kneel with me. “Stay like this,” I whispered, then babeporn.online walked behind her and lay on my back, my head under her sweet little ass.
Grabbing her waist, I pulled her down so she squatted on my face. I started licking her pussy again…her juices ran from her all over my face and into my eager mouth. I sucked every sweet drop of her. She began rocking back and forth on my face, alternately rubbing her clit against my tongue and nose. I ran my hands over her ribs and started fondling her breasts; squeezing and pulling on her nipples. Looking past her flat tummy and my greedy hands on her breasts, her eyes locked on mine…she nodded impatiently, she was about to come in my mouth.
The pressure of hers pit increased in my mouth, and her rhythm increased…she pressed her tender cunt against my face and eager tongue.
She grabbed my hair, threw her head back and bucked hard on top of me…fucking my mouth. I pushed my tongue as far as it would go into her tight little pussy. She held it there and pulled my face hard against her until I thought I might suffocate, but I continued to tongue-fuck her small opening as I rode through the waves of her climax.
…her shudder of hers finally subsided, and she rose from my mouth, suddenly tender from the strong climax. I gently lifted her by her waist and placed her on my chest.t. The warmth of her wet, swollen pussy on my chest was comforting. Her face was flushed from her orgasm, as was the area above her breasts. Regardless of how loud he climaxed from that, I know I enjoyed it even more.
We stayed like that in silence for a while, then she reached out and started stroking my cock. She whispered, “I haven’t seen you come yet,” then she turned her hand back around and showed me her open palm. She was dripping, glistening from the precum that had been dripping from my cock all this time. She laughed softly, then licked her hand.
My dick jumped at the sight of this. She was so fucking sexy…hard to imagine how erotic she could be at her age and lack of experience.
“I want to see you cum,” she whispered, and she started rubbing my cock again.
I picked her up and slid up under her legs until she was right on top of my cock, sliding my underwear under my balls and sitting her back at the base of my shaft. The heat of her pussy felt incredible. Grabbing her hips, I slid her small body up the length of my cock, then back down. There was enough lube dripping off her to make things very slippery. The sight of her little body riding on my cock was amazing…it looked like I was fucking her. It felt like he was fucking her.
this won’t take long
I slid her up and down, her swollen little lips wrapping around my cock…her ass hitting my balls at the base of her and her clit hitting the head on top. I felt the surge building from deep in my groin, and my lust took over.
I started pulling her tighter against me, sliding her wet box faster up and down, using her small body like an oversized FleshLight. I was trying to steady her heaving body by holding on to her arms, her hair moving from side to side with each thrust, her knees and skinny legs sliding on the carpet. It felt like the whole universe was focused on my cock and it was about to explode.
I squeezed her tighter and violently pushed her little body against my cock, over and over again, pressing against her until my head bounced off the carpet as I exploded in a shattering orgasm… my cock pumping ropes of cum into my stomach. , my shirt, my face and my hair…
I lay there breathless, panting, heart pounding, and slowly came back to reality. I let go of her and realized I was so rough that I could have hurt her…because of the rug burns on her knees, or hurt from grabbing her hips so hard.
“I’m sorry…did I hurt you?” is all I could say.
She leaned in and whispered, “Don’t be sorry…that was amazing.”
She reached down, ran a finger over the puddles on my stomach and looked up at me with a smile, “Did we have fun?”
She saw the cum in my hair and laughed again, “Wow, I didn’t think it would be that much!”
She grabbed her nightgown from the bed and cleaned up the mess she’d made. “That was amazing,” she repeated, and she lay down and wrapped herself around me. In no time she was sound asleep.
It wasn’t long before I fell asleep too, until the dangerous reality of the situation hit me and put me on high alert. I picked Cindy up on her bed, kissed her goodnight, and slipped out the side door.
I walked a couple of blocks to my car with a bit of elation. This was the most erotic sex I had ever had in my life, and we didn’t even make love. He knew this was a dangerous and self-destructive path, but he had to find a way to see her again.
I had to see her.
Victoria has spent the weekend becoming my precious sex toy. She has learned the first nine positions and today she is the definitive.
It’s barely light and I wake up to find Victoria sucking my cock and rubbing my balls. I cum almost immediately after waking up. Have you been sucking me all night? I ask. Victoria laughs and says no but when I woke up you were already hard and I couldn’t resist. I laughed morning wood I replied. What is that she asks? I don’t know. It’s this weird thing with guys. Sometimes your dick is hard when you wake up in the morning like in xxx hot sexy hindi. She laughs and says it’s the best thing in the world. She is always ready for me!
Teacher, you know that I have to go home early today because of school work that I have to do tomorrow. I laugh when I remember that her sweet, tight little body still has to go to school. Will you be able to teach me TEN this morning? I can teach you right now while I make breakfast. At the same time she asks. Yes, follow me.
I take her to the guest bedroom. She hasn’t seen it yet. When I open the door, I show her that it’s not just the guest bedroom. It’s my game room. Next to the bed there is a bench to fuck. It is a padded bench with a padded extension in the front so she can support her forehead with a shackle that goes around her neck. On either side of the front legs, about halfway down, are two more small padded areas to support the forearms with shackles again to go around the wrists. On the back of her legs again, there are two padded areas about halfway down for her lower legs to lie down with shackles for her ankles. On the back there is a place to add accessories to store all kinds of toys.
TEN is the sex bench that keeps her on all fours, her tits hanging out of her mouth available along with her ass and pussy hanging out the back. Victoria looks surprised and even a little scared, but she smiles as she crawls over and lies down on the bench. She first closed the shackle around her neck and then adjusted her padded extension so that only her forehead was above him. I then adjust her arm pads and shackles and her leg pads and shackles to a comfortable face down position. I tell Victoria that the fuck bench has several uses. Today I will use it to keep you busy while I prepare breakfast. Now that she’s safe and can’t move, I start putting a gag in her mouth. Then I add an attachment between her legs to hold a vibrator against her sweet little pussy. Next, I take a piece of string and bend it so that the center of the string is wrapped around her long dark hair. Once I know it’s secure in her hair, I run the rope up her back and into the slit of her tight little ass. Then I take an anal hook and work it into her sweet little ass. I thread the rope through the ring at the top of the anal hook and pull until her hair lifts her head slightly. The anal hook is tight so I tie the rope and leave her with the hook in her ass tied to her hair, the gag in her mouth and the vibrator in her pussy. It’s time to make breakfast, I say as I walk out the door. I’m not in a hurry to make breakfast as I can hear the vibrator doing her job home made porn as she moans and moans with each little tug of her hair from the tug of the anal hook on her ass. She comes over and over from the vibrator. I finally came back after about 30 minutes to find drool coming out of her mouth around the ball gag and her whole body shaking. I removed the vibrator as my cock is now in my hand and itching to be buried deep in that hot creamy pussy one more time. I leave the anal hook tied to her hair while I fuck her deep and as hard as I can pulling the rope. I notice that her ass has opened up a bit more, so I stop for a minute to get some nice anal beads and get under the anal hook. I start fucking her again as I slowly pull out the beads one by one. She is screaming into the ball gag at this point of pure bliss and pleasure as I shoot my final load into her steaming hot pussy.
My cum drips from her pussy as drool comes out of her mouth through the ball gag. I must say what an amazing sight! I remove the anal hook, rope and ball gag. I smack her buttocks and ask her if she’s ready for breakfast. Very quietly, she whispers that it’s all I can take and I love it. Would you help me get off the bench? I release her shackles, help her to her feet, and help her into the kitchen for breakfast. Sitting on the chair at the table. She can barely move as she tells me I think I’m going to be sore this week at cheerleading! I laugh and welcome him to be my sex toy. Was it everything you thought it would be? Never I could have imagined such pleasure and fun, he says. Young guys have no idea how to treat a girl, but you do.
After we finish eating, she once again cleans my cock and washes my body in the shower as it’s almost noon and it’s time to take her back. I have to admit, it’s nice that she’s taking her back too. Although I will miss her very much. I’m completely worn out like her.
On the way back I tell her that you have a week to decide if this is the life for you being my precious little whore. I know you can’t spend the whole weekend with me every time, so I’d like to take you out for a night out next weekend. It’s a deep commitment to be my plaything and if that’s what you want, next weekend we’ll have a little ceremony called collaring where we pledge our dedication to each other. I can’t imagine not being with you, she says. I can’t imagine being without you either, Victoria, I tell her, but I want you to think about this during the week. Well Master is the answer. Trying to think of anything else this week will be difficult, she says with a smile. With that I give her a long, deep kiss as I leave her and head home.
Unfortunately, Victoria had to move to Arizona to care for her grandmother. Anyone interested in taking her place? I’m just looking for a comment or private message with me here.