1. My Girlfriend Meets My Sex Slave pt 1


    Date: 2/16/2016, Categories: BDSM, Fetish, Lesbian Sex, Author: salodweller, Rating: , Source: xHamster

    and get more and more serious I'd either have to drop Mandy or Miranda would have to meet her and come to terms with her. And there was no way I was going to drop Mandy. So I invited Miranda over. We had a lovely romantic dinner and made love in bed. Then, afterward, we put on a couple robes and I took her down into the basement. And there was Mandy, sitting on her cot in the corner her long brown hair falling onto her small C-cup tits. She was naked, except for a pair of white panties, see-through enough that you could see her dark brown landing strip inside them. I saw Miranda's jaw drop. She stared without speech for a long time. I decided to be honest and to the point. &#034Miranda,&#034 I said, &#034This is Mandy, my fuck-slave.&#034 &#034Your fuck slave?&#034 &#034Yes.&#034 I started to sense that this might be the end of things. &#034You've had her the whole time we've been together?&#034 &#034Yes.&#034 I didn't need to explain. We hadn't been officially exclusive yet. Mandy just stared at us with her big brown welcoming eyes. &#034I don't understand...&#034 Miranda said, pulling her robe tighter. &#034Well, we're getting more serious.&#034 I said. &#034And I wanted to be honest with you, that she's here. And to be honest, I'd like her to become <i>our</i> fuck slave.&#034 Miranda just stared at me. Her green eyes were piercing, confused, excited. &#034Do you need a fuck-slave?&#034 &#034Yes.&#034 I answered. &#034Every man does. And every man who can find a way to ...
    have one will take it. Every man on the planet would do this if he could. This means every man you've ever dated, your b*****r, your father. All of them would have kept a fuck slave if they had the opportunity. It just happens that I have the opportunity.&#034 &#034I don't know what to say.&#034 Miranda glared at me, then at Mandy, then at me. &#034I need... I need some time...&#034 &#034I understand.&#034 I said, ready to lead her back upstairs and take her home. &#034...alone with Mandy.&#034 That one did take my by surprise. But it seemed like a good sign. So I headed up the stairs. Then again, I thought, maybe she'd try to convince Mandy not to be my fuck-slave any more. Of course, even if she tried, it would never work. Mandy loved being my fuck slave. She told me often. &#034I want your cock always&#034 She'd say. Whenever we finished she'd ask &#034When are you coming back.&#034 When I told her I didn't know she'd say &#034Soon, please.&#034 Maybe Miranda was worried that I was holding Mandy against her will. That was a fair thing to be concerned about in this day and age. Of course, I wasn't. Mandy was a willing fuck-slave. She could wander around the compound whenever she wanted. She could go into the city during the day. If she decided she wanted out of the entire deal she could just go home. In fact I'd had a different fuck-slave for just a week before I found Mandy. Her name was Cassie and she decided the sex slave life wasn't for her. So I let her go home. I was a ...
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