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Amy Goes From Hair Stylist to House Slave - 9

Date: 11/23/2015, Categories: BDSM, Hardcore, Interracial Sex, Author: THIRDCOAST, Rating: , Source: xHamster

control and quickly run to him and leap into his arms, wrapping my arms around his neck and legs around his waist. He gives me a huge hug, as I snuggle into his neck. He wraps his big strong arms around me and I feel instantly safe and loved. When I finally let him go, we moves over to where Gayle is still displayed with her blindfold on. Now Max is a slave just like me and we are supposedly on the same level in our pod’s hierarchy, but from the moment I met him, I’ve felt very submissive towards him. Tonight, he is going to be in the switch mode, as he will be our Dom. The thought of this has my juices flowing. Gayle is growing inpatient having to wait on her knees. Max starts walking around her. She hears that he’s near. Gayle’s nostrils flare, as she must smell is rugged scent of fresh soap and sandalwood. He stops behind her, his large hands grasp her blonde ponytail and pulls her head back. There’s an audible gasp. “Amy, bring me a crop.” “Yes SIr.” I bring him a black leather horse crop with a terminal end that’s one inch wide. Max takes it and whips it through the air. Gayle jumps as the swishing sound is right by her. She can feel the rush of air go by. Max moves around to her front. He teases her nipple with the soft leather tail. Gayle bites her lower lip, as a shudder goes through her. Max taps her nipple several times, then once hard on the top of her breast. Gayles head goes back, but holding her position. Max starts to tease the other nipple. Gayle is ... squirming, in anticipation of the next blow. It doesn't come at first. Max waits in silence, then brings it down again of her other breast. Gayle turns to avoid the pain, but the crop had already met its mark. Max reaches down with his big hand, softly rubbing her breasts. Cupping them, squeezing them. Gayle moans. Max steps back and lightly taps her inner thighs with the crop. First up one side then down the other. Gayle keeps her legs splayed open. The crop comes to her quim and Max presses it against her peeking clit, rubbing the leather tail against it. Gayle tilts her hips up, trying to get some friction to slack her need. Max flicks the crop up and taps her engorged bud. Gayle responds by trying to hide her sex, thus avoiding it being the next target. Max flicks the crop through the air, causing Gayle to jump. Max reaches down and runs his hands down between her legs, cupping her wet pussy. Gayle pushes against his hand. Max runs his large fingers through her slit. He uses her slickness to rub her swollen nub. Gayle is moans. “Amy come undress me.” “Oh yes Sir.” I grab the bottom of his tight black t-shirt. He leans down and I pull it over his head. I kneel at his feet. I’m looking up into his eyes, as I slip my finger in the elastic of his gym pants and pull them down to his ankles. He steps out of them. His big beautiful cock is bulging against the thin cotton briefs he’s wearing. I hug his bulky thigh and nuzzle his big fat dick with my face. We’re just a foot in front of ...