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  • “There’s no need to Ma’am me, Sara. My name is Alice, and I look forward to watching your induction, and meeting you in person sometime in the future. Now give Misty back her phone,” Alice commanded. Sara gasped, this was ‘the’ Alice, who not only owned groups of banks, including the one Misty managed, but also shipping lines. She was rumored to have holdings and Real Estate in just about every country in the world. Her reputation for ruthlessness was legendary. And this woman was now her benefactor? Sara handed the phone back to Misty, looking a little dazed. Misty took her phone and spoke briefly to Alice. “We’re ready, Sara. You may begin.” She and Mollie watched as Sara tugged off her shirt and pulled down her pants. Misty aimed the phone’s camera at Sara, now clad in only her ridiculously ugly granny panties. With no hesitation, Sara slid the panties down and off while calling to Clawed. “Come here, Clawed,” she cooed. In her mind, she’d decided to make this ‘induction’ ceremony a very special event, given the status of the powerful woman milf who’d be watching it. Seeing the bitch had removed her clothes and summoned him first, Clawed wagged his tail and moved forward, pushing his nose into the junction between her thighs. He sniffed, filling his scent receptors with the undeniable scent of a lusty bitch. He canted his head as Sara knelt softly and pushed him down onto his side. She rolled him over onto his back, squatting astride him. Her hand reached back and she began to stroke his penis. Within seconds his pink pointed tip emerged from its sheath. Her knowing hands pumped and manipulated him faster and faster until his knot began to swell. Sara expertly slid backwards pressing him into her gaping pussy. She half rose as the dog’s cock slotted home with a soft gush. She lowered herself muttering, “Good boy, Clawed, good boy!” The camera got a lovely view as Sara hovered above Clawed, his knot slotting into a customary position below her clit. His balls contracted as his seed began spurting up, joining his precum inside the bitch. Sara half whispered as she hissed, “Herman, komst hier!” The agitated dog’s haunches were already humping air, since he wasn’t happy to see his bitch being fucked by another, albeit by a dog he knew. Sara looked up at Mollie. “Mollie, I need him my ass. See if you can guide him,” she half sobbed. doggy style Mollie rose big tits and gripped Herman, twisting him to the opposite direction and pulling him over Sara. The excited dog’s cock was already spurting his precum as he humped her hand. Was he meeting Ms. Davies? Compliment her cleavage. Then again, we all know that deep down, that’s what every cunt really wants.” Brian’s pecker juice is on that one side of the bed.” and laughed, as she made her way out. She saw his eyes light up and he started hitting her even harder. “And doggy style if we reach the ‘happy ending’ long before the hour is up does the masseur keep going or is the session over?” “Oh my god I'm gonna cum” she shouted, “Fuck my boobies. I asked, Bonnie, stroking her cheek gently. Two of them even went to the ladies room with her and they were all smiles when they came back. “Suck all of Jamie's pussy juices off my cock! I immediately went to the bathroom and finding a washcloth, vigorously washed off my body using a bar of Irish Spring soap. “That’s not the answer I’m milf looking for.” Then turned away from me, I couldn’t help but sob. The three of them were as tight as could be. She was screaming with pleasure onto her brother's cock as Chris tried to keep pace with the speed of the dog. “Damn, Becky,” Brian said. “I am not going into that place.” Doesn’t it feel good for you too? He started to explain to her how he had wanted her for a while just as he knew she wanted him, and after Amy tried to play dumb big tits by asking how Alex wanted her, Alex went into a long fantasy story about eating her out in the middle of a lecture. When he said that my pussy would probably be tingling with anticipation. I turned around to her standing there and staring at me. I was ashamed and did not answer. Thirty minutes later I decided to get more beer and head back out. He slowed way down as he began washing her delicate pussy. There was nothing I coul do, or wanted to do. "Great idea, we'll do that." We saw each other in the mirror just the new guy entered her." Heather took her mothers hand and place them on her breasts, and asked her mother if this is how she was at my age. In a flash, Shane pulled his dick out of my ass and pinched it off. "Jan, please don't leave!" His fingers were inside her now, “Bastard” she swore again as Dr Lindemann eased her jeans and knickers down ever further. She tried all sorts of strategies over the years.
  • I kept them on, just as I did the sheet I pulled over me. Often, in those nights, I would lie masturbating in the darkness, biting my lip to keep from moaning out loud at the darts of pleasure sparking out from between my legs. Finally, I would fall asleep, my limbs tangled in the sheets, my panties down around my knees, until in the small hours of the morning I would awake and pull them back up again. I don’t really remember exactly what I was thinking of every one of those nights while my busy, busy fingers slipped in and out of my vagina and danced over my clitoris. I suppose I must have had some kind of fantasy playing in my head, but all I remember being conscious of is the naked young woman in the next bed, about the mounds of her breasts, the cleft between her thighs that she made no attempt to conceal, the soft sound of her breathing. I think I imagined what it might feel big tits to be kissed by that red mouth of hers, how her lips doggy style might feel on mine. But I never thought it would really happen, oh no. That was just in the realm of fantasy. One day, about two months after my arrival in the college, there was a storm. It had been oppressively, airlessly hot all day, with a peculiar yellow sheen in the sky. By late afternoon towers of black clouds were marching across from the south west, driven by a sweeping wind that whirled dust and dead milf leaves before it. “It’s going to be bad tonight,” one of my classmates said. “Better cancel any plans you have for this evening and stay indoors.” I hadn’t any plans for the evening; I never did. Still, I found myself hurrying back to the dorm after the last class, hunched over with my books held protectively against my breasts, the wind at my back pushing me along. Lightning flickered constantly in the distance and the thunder was like a god’s grumbling. Mila was already back when I entered the room. She looked up from taking off her socks. “I was getting a bit worried about you,” she said. “Wouldn’t want you to be caught out there, not in what’s coming.” Before I could reply, there was a terrific crash overhead. It wasn’t like thunder I’d ever heard. It was as though the sky was being broken apart by a giant with a mallet. I think I exclaimed. I felt my orgasm starting to build up inside her as her cunt squeezed and massaged my prick so deliciously, pressing her up against the all next to a window again. “Yes, Master!” she moaned. Even though the immediate danger had passed the lesson of the experience effected the way I moved from then on. We teased each other about things all the time. You're being a little brat!” “Yeah, that was... more effective than I thought it would be,” Brian doggy style admitted, rubbing his chin thoughtfully. Could I make it to the jacuzzi before it arrived? And as if they read my mind, three out of five of them shifted their gaze to my window. I buried under the covers milf and never wanted to crawl out again. Knowing hubby was due home any minute and she was still coming down from a multiple big tits orgasm rush. As great as my grief was, I knew that it was selfish.