1. Honor thy Father and slut (Camp Slut Series- Chapter 9)


    Date: 7/10/2016, Categories: Fiction, Authoritarian, Cock & ball torture, Consensual Sex, Domination/submission, Erotica, Exhibitionism, Female exhibitionist, Incest, Male / Older Female, Oral Sex, Romance, Slavery, Voyeurism, Wife, Author: Nightside, Rating: 85.7, Source: sexstories.com

    was a mess of sex leftovers, as well, and more ran down the insides of her thighs as she crawled over between my legs. Her voice was faint, her eyes down, as she asked, “Would Sir like me to give Him relief?” I looked at Arnold, who smiled and nodded, then down at Gail, who winked tiredly from where she still lay. I turned back to Felicia. “You may relieve me.” She blushed, glancing at her husband again before reaching up to unfasten the button and zipper of my pants. She carefully pulled my erect cock out, her eyes fastening on the purple head as it twitched and leaked a little fluid. She licked her lips, glancing back at her daughter. Gail was smiling knowingly, watching. Felicia moved forward, her tongue making its first, tentative pass up the length of my shaft, starting at my ball sac and ending with a circle around hole. Her eyes closed and she sighed as she gathered up the precum before closing her lips around the tip of my cock and sucking softly. I moaned softly, having to concentrate on both keeping my eyes open to watch and gripping the sides of my chair instead of twining my fingers in her hair. I had no doubt she could take all of me into her throat after seeing the monster between Arnold’s legs, so I tried to just enjoy the feeling of her lips and tongue gliding moistly over the skin of my dick, the sight of her nose twitching as she pushed into my pubic patch. She reached up with her hands and hooked the waist of my pants just behind my hips, working them ...
    down in time to my involuntary lifting to drive deeper into her face. My pants were soon pooled at my feet. She never broke rhythm as she worked first one foot, then the other out of my jeans, tossing them to the side. Her right hand cupped my balls, gently pulling them down until she could use her index finger and thumb to make an ever tightening ring around them. The tingling heat that had been building in my loins spiked, and I lay my had back and moaned, my eyes closing at the pleasurable torture Felicia was providing. I was still flying high on sensation when Felicia moved. She somehow kept her grip on my nutsac, but stood and spun, straddling my hips quickly and sliding her sloppy, dripping cunt down over my cock. I would have expected to feel loose inside of her after the reaming she’d received from her husband, but the firm grip her velvet walls took on my shaft proved otherwise. She started riding me, up and down, her hips rolling in small figure eights, stroking me with very little movement. Her stranglehold on my balls kept me from cumming. I felt small, soft hands wrap around my wrists and bring my hands to my chest. I turned my head to look into the eyes of my beloved little slut, and saw joy and lust in them as she held me. “Oh, Master. I love watching you get fucked by her. Thank-You, Master, for letting her do this for You.” She feasted passionately at my mouth, our tongues dueling as she swallowed the moans her mother’s pussy forced from me. Felicia started ...
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