1. Breaking Susan


    Date: 12/12/2015, Categories: BDSM, Group Sex, Taboo, Author: Dominari, Rating: , Source: xHamster

    accelerator.” I wondering briefly if a cop pulled me over would he ask me explain my cock hanging out of my pants and the big wet spot in my lap. Were we out of control I asked myself? Yes probably I answered and I knew that I really didn't care. After our night out I told MJ to come over to my place in a couple of days so we could plan our next steps with MJ. I had an idea of where to go but wanted to include MJ as a “full partner” in my designs on little Susan. She was changing rapidly as was Susan. I wasn’t such a fool as to think that I was the only one not affected by what we were doing. I was changing as well. For one thing I hadn’t been so introspective in years or given much thought to my behaviors or how it affected those around me. I knew that to be the disciplinarian for Susan and perhaps MJ I had to become more disciplined myself and I made up my mind to begin doing so immediately. I had a rough plan formulated for the weekend for our progression with Susan. I knew of a semi-secluded motel that had “cabins” in the woods at the edge of town. These cabins were private and this was the proverbial, no-tell motel. The neon sign was partially burned out and sputtering, the rooms all had adult movies and extra towels with a pay dispenser with condoms and lube in every bathroom. I discovered it in high school when I was looking for a place to screw my little girl friends and the place never changed. The guy who ran it was a fat old pervert who wore the same dirty t-shirt ...
    ever since I first met him. He sat behind his desk smoking cigars and reading cheap adult novels with titles like “The Disciplined Daughter.” I knew him well enough that he would also buy beer for me when I was u******e and of course sell it to me at a surcharge. All in all, a great guy for a teenage boy with a perpetual hard-on to know. I called him and made a reservation for the coming weekend in the most private cabin in the back. I responded to Susan’s email first thing with what I thought was a suitably cryptic note that just said, “Be ready to travel this Friday evening and don’t expect to be home until Sunday night, slave”. She responded with a simple, “thank you Master,” that spoke volumes. When Mary Jane showed up I told her about the cabin and she just laughed. Of course we had spent time there together and with other partners at the same time drinking and screwing when we were k**s. “Perfect,” she said. She was wearing jeans and a tshirt with no bra that left her defined stomach and pierced belly button exposed, her short hair was strategically messy and not slicked back. She looked more like the tomboy I grew up with. I was struck by her confident manner and body language. Amazing how obvious it is when you look for it. I handed her a cold beer and gave her a deep, wet, passionate kiss thinking about just how much she meant to me. “Oh my,” she gasped as I pulled away and smiled at her, “what did I do to deserve that?” “Just for being you”, I said with a smile and ...
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