I open my mouth and receive him. Slowly and tenderly he probes in and out of my mouth, his manhood growing longer and harder with each stroke. Deep down the back of my throat he slowly enters me, my lips tighten and squeeze as he withdraws before thrusting again. The pace quickens, thrusts are harder and more forceful. He is holding my hair, keeping my head still as he fucks my face without resistance.

She had no idea what she was doing, but her hips were moving and my cock was sliding in and out of that tight cunt. I put my hands on her hips and subtly began guiding her movements, making them slower and longer, making her hips slide and I had felt it before she had, noticed the change in her movements, how my hands went from subtly guiding her to merely resting on her narrow hips, which had started to thrust and gyrate with an unwelcome urgency, her breathing slowly quickening as a blush had started to spread over her face and breasts. She stopped dead still, horrified at what she was feeling, starting at herself in the mirror with wide eyes.

"You need training and discipline. Track is coming up. And baseball season soon after. By controlling your masturbatory habits, Im going to make you a much more focused athlete," she smiled again. "But when do I get to take it off?" "Dont worry about that," she said. "I will make that decision, since Im now in charge of your penis." She dangled a key off her little pinkie finger and smiled. "Face it, Steve," she said. "Ive got you wrapped around my little pinkie finger. But look, if you really want, I can give you the key back and I can take you home?" She raised her eyebrows. Inside, Amber was praying she hadnt gone too far. "No," Steve said in a

Yes, were going somewhere. No, you wont be getting dressed. This is part of your punishment. Her car was in the garage a Mustang convertible Id given her as a birthday gift two years ago. Shed be driving, so I got in the passenger seat and buckled up. Where should I go, Master? she asked. Well, since you like McDonalds so much, how about the drive-through? Unless youd rather go

Eric lifted her skirt to reveal Heidis plump, rounded cheeks encased in pink nylon panties. Heidi sucked in her breath as Eric ran his hand across the bulging moons, squeezing and patting. Then he inseted his fingers in the elastic and slid the flimsy garmet to her knees baring the most beautiful and sexy derriere that Eric had ever seen. He let his hand continue to roam over the satiny globes, patting and stroking. Heidi turned her head partly around and said, "A spanking, Eric, you were going to give me a spanking." Eric chuckled.

Youre a young woman now.; Yet, Janice was laughing as she said it, not exactly the picture of discipline. "What?" said Denise. "You mean pussy?"

Hes going to be a senior at the State University. Hes big like his dad, although I have to be honest with you. Hes overweight. Petes been worried about him." Becky: "Hmm, so I have a new lard ass older brother. Is that what youre telling me?" Becky could be such a bitch when she wanted to be, Donna thought. It used to bother her, but in recent years shed learned to embrace it.

I arch my back and slightly press myself up into the mouth that was now savoring the flavors of my needy pussy. I grind my pussy into a strangers face while Tony is taking his time kissing my nipples and toying with them. I flinch when a lamp is turned on focusing on my face. I feel the mouth leave my pussy and his moving around in the dark. I look to Tony and as he senses my questioning what he was doing he went into his take-charge mode that I had only barely had a small taste of the night before.

"Now, Steve, I want to play a wrestling game with you. But face it. Youre so much bigger and stronger than me that I deserve a few advantages. Put your hands behind your back." Steve was a bit hesitant. "I dont know, Amber," he said. "Steve, this is about trust," Amber said. "You have to trust that I wont hurt you, and I know whats best for you.

Finally, the old woman tosses the bloodied whip aside. The prince had fallen to his hands and knees sometime during the whipping. His back and ass was torn with many small cuts, still bleeding. He was crying aloud, tears streaming down his face. "Stop that mewling, boy!" The old woman said sharply, "Stop it at once or youll get more." The prince heard this threat clearly, despite his misery.