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Amy Goes From Hair Stylist to House Slave - 7

Date: 8/30/2017, Categories: BDSM, Fetish, Hardcore, Author: THIRDCOAST, Rating: 100, Source: xHamster

life. I could always flash my puppy dog eyes and my Father could never punish me. Neither of my husbands would dare. I was much younger than them. He gives each cheek several more smacks. I yelp out and try to get up, but he just pushes me down harder. His hand rubs my hot behind. I feels soothing, until he slips between crease, down between my legs. “OOooohhh….” I shudder as his fingers rub between my slick folds. His fingers pass over my erect clit. I find myself pushing back against his hand, trying to gets some relief. When he presses his fingers at the opening of my slit, I try to squeeze my thighs together and he removes his hand and smacks my red rump again. “Never deny me Gayle. This is my body. Not yours.” With that he lifts me up and brings my arms behind my back as his arm wraps around me. My hands are at his crotch and I feel his hard bulge through his trousers. My god he must be huge. I feel a my pussy flood juices to my folds. He brings his hand up and slaps my breasts, alternating between them. My fleshy mounds wobble and sway under his ministrations. He cups my breast and kisses the side of neck. I exhale and I reach for his cock and squeeze it. “You find something you want Gayle” “Yes Sir. Please, I want you inside of me.” “Then kneel.” I’m not sure what he has in mind but I drop to my knees. “Yes Sir. Are you going to fuck me?” “You’ll have to earn that sugar. Now unzip me and remove that cock you want so bad.” I unbuckle his belt and find his zipper and ... pull it down. My trembling hand reaches into his boxers and grasp his ridged handle and released it from it’s confinement. My hand could barely fit around its girth. It was the perfect balance of size and length. I could see why Amy would be slave to this man. I spit into my hand and started stroking his cock. I cupped his heavy ball sack and squeezed his meaty helmet and some pre-cum leaked out. I don’t give head, it’s not my thing, but my mouth was watering to taste it. “I wouldn’t waste that if I were you.” “I don’t do oral sex Sir.” “I’m sure you got out of that with those plump tits of yours, but your mouth is mine and I intend to use it in any way I see fit. Now open that mouth Gayle and take what you know you want.” “Y…..yes Sir.” I wet my lips and put the head of his cock in my mouth. I swirl my tongue around the bulbous mushroom. His leaking juice tastes of brine. I slowly start to move up and down in short strokes but mainly working his cock with my hand. I’m torn between my desire to please him so he will fuck me and still trying to find a way out of this mess. “Put your hands behind your back Gayle. I want your mouth to do all the work.” Removing him from my mouth, “yes Sir.” Returning him to my wet mouth, I lock my lips around his shaft and start bobbing my head in earnest. My head pistoning back and forth on his thick pole. I want to get this over with and move on to something else. He stops on the quick…. “Slow down Gayle, you’ve got all weekend.” He reaches down ...