1. Revenge pt 3 - The Double Bluf


    Date: 4/12/2017, Categories: Fiction, BDSM, Domination/submission, Male Domination, Romance, Slavery, Teen Male/Teen Female, Author: masterKDean2014, Rating: 92.3, Source: sexstories.com

    perfect. Soon I could feel my own orgasm approaching. I had no idea how long this had lasted, only that it was much longer than the first time, and that I was completely exhausted. I didn't try to hold back my orgasm, but just let it overwhelm me. It hit me hard, and I felt all the breath leave my body as I continued to pump into her. Her pussy was still gripping my cock tightly, pulsing with her own pleasure. Eventually I slowed to a stop, and tried to just enjoy the sensation of being inside her. She was still staring into my eyes. I rested back on my knees, my cock slowly softening, and tried to get my breath back. That had been...great, hadn't it? I ran my fingers through my hair and sighed. Was that really it? I sat back on the bed and crossed my legs. Looking around me, I realised I'd have to change the sheets. There was evidence of our activity all over my bed, and looking at her I noticed that more of my cum was dribbling out of her pussy. Jessica suddenly giggled lightly, and sat up. "That was...that was intense." she said, smiling, "Fuck! My legs are still shaking." She got to her knees and leaned over to me, wrapping her arms around my neck. She looked so happy. She was so beautiful. "Looks like I'm going to need another shower now, too." she said softly, looking down at her body. "Maybe you could join me." she purred. She leaned in to kiss me, but I brought my hand to her shoulder and turned my head away as she got close. I didn't want this. "What's wrong?" she ...
    asked, her voice edged with fear. "Nothing." I said. I tried to pull her arms away from me. "What's wrong?" she asked again, panicked. She held me a little tighter, resisting me. "Did I do something? What is it?" "Get off me!" I said, more angrily than I felt. She slowly pulled away from me, resting back on her knees. She looked terrified. "Just...just go get cleaned up. I'll use the shower downstairs." I said. I turned away from her. She got up, gathered her clothes, and left closing the door behind her. I sighed loudly and ran my hands through my hair again, pulling on it slightly and growling with frustration. What the hell was wrong with me? I got up and got dressed again. Sighing, I stripped my bed, gathered an armful of laundry, and headed downstairs. My sister and I had been doing our own laundry for years now. Our parents were big on independence, and they always encouraged us to look after ourselves. We both knew how to drive, and could perform basic car maintenance. We could both cook too, more than just with a microwave. I'd sometimes found it a little annoying, but it was fair, and I saw it as a blessing now as I headed downstairs and packed my laundry into the washer. I could get all this stuff cleaned up right now without raising any questions. I headed back upstairs and put clean sheets on the bed, grabbing a change of underwear before heading down again to use my parents bathroom. I didn't need clean clothes, but it felt weird putting used underwear back on even ...
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