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eenslaved:

“Ohhhhhh,” she groans, her voice a deep, throaty purr of sexual satisfaction. “She tastes divine, Mark.” She leans in and flicks her tongue out, lapping delicately at the slippery, engorged clit, then follows that treatment up by delivering another long, leisurely lap. “I could simply drown in her juices.”

Mark chuckles. He was buried inside the girl’s tight channel, holding himself still so that she could tongue the girl’s clit. “Please yourself,” he invites, “but don’t let her come.”

“I know, you don’t have to keep reminding me,” Victoria pouts. “How could I forget your number one rule? She never gets to come.”

“That’s not entirely true.” Mark gave a little thrust up into the girl’s pussy, seating himself deeper. “I wouldn’t say never.”

“Oh? When was the last time she had an orgasm?” She gazed intently between the girl’s legs, mouth salivating at the way Mark’s cock spread and stretched the swollen folds. 

Mark had explained the routine the girl kept, to keep her holes tight. The first week of the month, with only her tits being used for fucking. Mark would have the round,  pert globes slathered with oil or sweet smelling lotion or, a few times, warmed butter. The girl would push her breasts together around Mark’s cock as closely as she could, making a good, tight fucking hole. A week of Mark availing himself in her cleavage and shooting his seed onto her chest or face. This was always followed by a week of being used only for her mouth. The third week was for her pussy, fucking her there as hard and as roughly as he desired, and the last week of the month was when her bottom hole would be sorely exploited and stretched. And then the routine would repeat, giving her some time to recover and feel, once again, the emptiness in her holes. 

“The last time? Christmas Eve.”

“That was over four months ago. Poor dear.” Victoria fastens her mouth to the girl’s clit and sucks on the bud, making the girl’s thighs quiver around her head.

“She came when I took her to Marcelline’s last month,” Mark says, sounding disgruntled. “We were visiting the barn and she got very worked up watching Marcelline milk one of the cows. I puled out as soon as soon as she started to climax, so it wasn’t a very good come for her, but it was still a massive disappointment.”

"Surely just as disappointing for her, having a good come like that ruined!”

“She likes that it’s my decision to let her come,” Mark replies calmly. “Knowing that it’s not her choice, that she can’t control her own body, it stimulates her and keeps her wet all the time, like nothing else.”

“Hmm.” She squeezes the girl’s thighs, running her hands up the girl’s body, all the way up until her hands closed on the girl’s breasts. She tugs on the hard, rubbery nipples as she curls her tongue and worries at that sorry little clit. Mark is fucking the girl in short, controlled thrusts, pushing the girl’s crotch closer to her mouth each time.

The girl is gasping out broken cries. Her entire body keeps tensing, a full-body clenching of muscles – that cunt must feel so good clasping Mark’s cock – as she is worked between Victoria’s mouth and Mark’s cock.

When the girl gets close to climax, Victoria eases off with her mouth and twists the girl’s nipples as hard as she can while she adds her stern chastisements to Mark’s.

“No, you’re not allowed to come,” Victoria says, while Mark growls, “Don’t you dare, don’t you even dare think about it” as he brackets her throat with one hand and pinches the soft flesh of her inner thighs with the other.

The girl alternates between panting like a dog when they use her body, and squealing like a pig when they force her away from climaxing. Near the end, when she can no longer hold herself up and in place for Victoria and Mark, her wrists are cuffed and secured by a connecting chain to a hook installed in the ceiling above the shower. The girl sags in her chains as Mark continues to fuck her until he spills his seed inside her cunt, and Victoria keeps sucking and licking up that sweet nectar. Made sweeter, Victoria thinks, because of how the girl has been denied.

mommymaxie:

You like her hands, don’t you darling? When her fingers are
combing through your hair so soft and gentle, when you’re lying on her and she’s
holding you close. Her hands are the only things moving then, her hands and you
as you rise and fall with her even, slow breathing.

You like when she cups your cheek, palm soft and warm against
your skin. You like when she cups your cheek and holds you still while she
takes her time to lick into your mouth and kiss you so deep. Her hand is the
only thing holding you in place while she bites your lips and licks every
rasping moan off your tongue.

You love when she drags her nails down your chest, along your
ribs and hooks around your hips. When she teases you with those slow little
circles, smiling at you while she tells you every dirty thing she wants to do
to you and won’t you let her puppy, please?

You love when those hands hold your legs open, push them just a
little wider. When her nails dig into your skin and leave sweet little marks, when
she makes it hurt so sugar sweet and you gasp as she bites and nips and sucks.

You love her hands when they’re touching you, there’s no doubt
about that, but there’s one thing you love best, right darling? Mhmm, your
favourite is when her fingers curl around your throat, palm warm where it holds
warm and steady. Your favourite is when she squeezes, when she pins you down
with a hand around your throat and the other between your thighs and whispers
how pretty you are when your cheeks are flushed so red and you’re so wet it
must hurt.

You love her best when her lips are at your ear, asking you what
you want. Do you want to cum? Do you want her to squeeze tighter? You’ve been
such a good little pet, you deserve a reward, so what would you like darling?
Do speak up.

And when you can’t answer because she’s choking you so good and
nice, the way you like, she rocks against you. When you can’t answer because it’s
so much, too much and not enough. She tells you that if you can’t answer, then
she’ll have to choose for you and she wants you to cum. She’d like you to cum
for her right now darling, cum from just her hands, when you’re gasping for a
breath and everything’s the sweetest kind of fuzzy.

You love that, don’t you?

stonezaddy:

We’re in public, around our friends, when you start acting up. 

You’re flirting with the waiter, batting your eyelashes and giggling at the things they say like a bitch in heat. You glance over at me to make sure I’m watching, every time. I am, and you grin when you see the tick in my jaw. 

I lay my hand over your bare thigh under the table and squeeze hard, and you turn those big innocent eyes over at me and tilt your head in question.

“Yes, baby?” You look like you think you’ve won already.

I barely stop myself from baring my teeth at your behavior and take a deep breath through my nose. I pinch your thigh and lean in just catching the sound of your breath hitching.

“Just wait, Princess.” That’s all I give you, and your thighs clench together under the table, trapping my hand between them.

I pull them apart firmly, slowly creeping my fingers up towards your panties. I can feel the heat coming off of your cunt. My pinky brushes against the growing wet spot on the fabric, and I stop. My hand stays there for the rest of the meal.

We leave after hugging our friends goodbye and I lead you out to the car with a firm hand on your lower back. I open the passenger door for you and help you in before making my way to the drivers side.

On the drive home I keep one hand on the wheel and the other I use to prop my head up next to the window. I don’t look at you once.

You’re squirming; turning your head to look at me ever minute or so. You reach out to try and lay your hand on my thigh.

“No.”

You obey. You know that tone. You know I’m not playing. As riled up as you like to get me, you’re also my good girl and you know when to behave.

When we get home I open your door to let you out of the car. I take your coat and hang it up in the hall closet. I kneel down and ease your feet out of your heels and gently work the soreness out of them. My lips brush the top of your thigh, and I watch your muscles tremble.

I stand and stroke your hair away from your face, kissing your temple. 

You watch as I walk away, pulling that plump bottom lip between your teeth when I sit in the big comfortable chair you often curl up in to read.

I roll my sleeves up and plant my feet firmly on the floor, patting my leg. My eyes track the blush that spreads over your face and neck.

You make your way over to me on shaking legs. You’re biting back a pleased smile. This is exactly what you want, but you have a role to play, and you play it well. Your body stretches over my lap naturally, like it belongs there.

I stroke your hair and push your dress up over your ass, pulling your soaked panties down enough to reveal your swollen cunt.

You brace yourself and look up at me with glistening, relieved eyes. We share a smile before my expression goes hard. Your body jolts when I give you a warning swing, head swiveling around to face away from me again.

The subsequent swings are less kind, and afterwards you’re gripping the fabric of my pants and panting into the arm of the chair. Your thighs are shaking nonstop. 

I dip my fingers down to feel the mess you’ve made of yourself, roughly pushing two inside you just to hear the strangled whimper I know you’ll release. I pull them away, just as suddenly, and swat at your sodden, swollen lips.

You nearly buck out of my lap, and I swat you again just because.

I repeat the process for the next half hour– fingering you enough to have you mewling, then spanking your ass, and thighs, and cunt.

You’re on the precipice, begging me to let you come.

I feel sweat drip down the side of my face and the sting on my open palm, and I decide to give you what you’ve been such a good girl to earn. Once my fingers start stroking your clit you only last a few seconds. I slowly work you through your orgasm, leaning down to press kisses to your sweat soaked hair and murmuring praises until you stop quivering. I pull you into my arms and let you rest your head on my chest, gently rubbing your back. I’m humming what a good girl you are while you come down from the rush of emotions our time together has caused. 

We sit like that until you’re nearly drifting off, then I hold you close and stand to walk you to the bathroom. I pamper you with a long bath and a massage. After, we curl up in bed and fall asleep wrapped up in one another.