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Amy Goes From Hair Stylist to House Slave

Date: 9/9/2016, Categories: BDSM, Hardcore, Voyeur, Author: THIRDCOAST, Rating: 100, Source: xHamster

With that he rammed his throbbing shaft into me. His pace was without mercy. My pussy was being stretched and used for his pleasure, his purpose. I found myself pushing back, meeting his pounding. My breasts were jiggling with each thunderous thrust. I was so close to breaking in two, so close to losing all control. “Come for me pet.” He grabbed my hair and pulled back. When that happened my eyes met Michael’s in the rear view mirror and I lost myself. The wave of my orgasm washed me over the edge and broke apart into a million pieces, my eyes never leaving Michael’s. Still working my pussy with long deep strokes, I feel his cock swell before his impending release. His need now my need, I clinch my channel milking his shaft. My pussy like my mouth earlier is sucking his cock, aching for his seed. Squeezing, milking, sucking, and needing. With that Mr. Kesler rams his cock to the deepest part of core, shooting wave after wave of pulsing hot spunk into my depths. This sends me over the edge once again as my eyes roll back into my head. Having my senses built up all evening, my world goes black. When I wake up Mr. Kesler is stroking my face and holding me close to him. I again feel protected and safe. “Are you alright my pet? You worried me.” “Yes Sir, I guess it was just too much for me. I’m fine now.” I was fine, as good as I have ever felt in my life. The ride back to my house was only a few minutes away. I hated that our evening was already ending. I slipped my dress back ... on and straighten myself as we pulled into the driveway. We both got out and Mr. Kesler walked me to my door. “Amy, I had a wonderful time. You were more than I could have ever hoped for and I have a proposition for you. My friends and I run a sort of institution of learning and think you would be natural for. It’s a school for submissives. Training men and women to submissives and slaves. You would be taught how to serve a Master or Mistress and become their property. Is that something that you would interested in?” My eyes immediately went to the ground. My heart hurt that he was only thinking of making me someone else’s slave. I wanted to serve him. I think I was about to cry when he lifted my chin with his finger. “Why so sad little one?” “I wanted to be yours Sir.” “My pet, I’m sorry. I thought that was a given. If you accept, you would be trained to be my slave.” “But Sir, I have known of your wedding ring all night. What would your wife think?” He took my face in his strong hands, “Amy, my wife is one of my submissives. We have a very special arrangement.” “One of your submissives?” “Yes she is only one. I have three, my wife Chloe, Max our black bull stud, and you if you choose to attend the institute.” I jumped into his arms, holding him tight. His loving arms wrapped around me. I started this evening hoping for some kind of change in my life, maybe finding myself and now I find myself at a crossroads. Should I stay in rutted ordinary life or leave and take another ...