1. A favour for Misty 2


    Date: 3/18/2017, Categories: BDSM, Author: alibodge, Rating: 100, Source: xHamster

    clicked on quickly and told her to kneel in front of me, like a shot she was down, her arse facing the warm fire her head bowed. I undid the buttons, one at a time, the snow white blouse flapped open revealing a wide expanse of breast in a daunting flesh pink bra, the blouse slid down her arms and onto the floor and the backs of her legs like a white froth. She still knelt impassively as I fondled the exposed flesh above the armour, I gave her the command;”turn “and she swung round flicking her blouse from her legs as she complied, presenting her back for me to release the pink armour, which I did holding the two ends so I could read the label 44dd, wow, I pulled on the two straps and like a rag doll she fell back against my knees, so I kissed her neck. I dropped the bra, its shoulder straps slithering away down her arms her hands still passively at her sides, mine slithering round her body to cup and caress the heavy breasts the thumbs feeling for the nipples as I expected both stiff and erect. The heat of the fire could be felt on the back of my hands and her skin on her soft breasts, the largest I have been privileged to handle since suckling from my mother as a c***d a million years ago. A while past, and I knew from my hand backs how hot the fire felt on her skin, I took pity and ordered her to stand and face me, which she did. The breast soft heavy and limp well past their best lay against her belly, itself larger than I would have chosen, her face showed consternation, ...
    questioning, would I be revolted by her size? To reassure her I smiled, relief flooded her rotund face, and she still stood, passively waiting whatever I wished to do to her, power surged through my veins, 2” became a stiff 6 or 7inches and I knew I was about to become her master and it would not be just for tonight either. “OK off with the skirt” Like she had been waiting for the command the dark blue skirt dropped like the curtain at an unveiling, her chubby legs were encased in dark nylon tights, pantyhose the Americans call it, I motioned her to remove them which she did with some speed, kicking the lot to one side. Again she straightened up, her big belly spilling over the top of her pink knickers, damp at the gusset, hair spilling from the leg apertures, waiting for the command. “Turn” she turned, her skin hot to touch, “knickers off” the words given in a parade ground whisper, she bent to step from the wet pants, on her rump a scar, the brand, in the shape of a W, W for William. She stood silently, the two huge orbs of her white rumps at my face level, her wide back, dark hair over her shoulders, pudgy arms; she was a large girl by any standards. But she had a grace; a sort of placid I am yours if you want me grace, nothing a man could put an exact handle on just something extremely compliantly sexual. The scar of the brand added something and I had a fleeting wish to add my own mark to this wonderful body; however I knew it was early days. “Turn” she spun round, half ...
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