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She'd made it herself in some ceramics workshop course.
It was well-made, a little clunky.
I kept pens in it.
On the side, in a slightly wavering script it read "World's greatest Mistress".
Tennie loved her little jokes.
I wondered where she'd gotten to.
After our tearful parting in a restaurant washroom over a year ago, I'd never seen her again."A leash, Master..." she answered.You, on the other hand, were oblivious to anything other than your rock hard cock as you freed it from your pants and lifting me up in your arms again, you shoved me hard against the wall before impaling my sopping wet pussy with your thick rod.
My arms instinctively went up to your shoulders for support and I screamed out in pleasure as both your cock and the plug were both buried deeply into me.
Using the wall behind us for leverage, you then turned your attention to my breasts by completely ripping the front of my blouse away from my flesh.
Your hands slid back down to my ass...nails digging deep into my skin while your lips lay claim to my already erect nipples.
I tossed my head back and continued to moan and squirm against you.
After a minute or two, you finally began to pump your cock in and out of my cunt.
Each thrust caused me to scream out in pleasure.
You continued to fuck my pussy good and hard...the music blaring on around us.
Then unexpectedly, you wrapped your hand in my hair and jerked my head forward...pulling my face down to within inches of your own.
You then whispered breathlessly.
"Cum with me, my slut.
Cum with me now while I shoot my hot load deep into your cunt!" Before I could scream again in ecstasy your lips came crushing down on mine and we began to kiss...long...hard...deep...passionate kiss.
I wrapped my arms around your neck and felt my pussy and ass muscles begin to contract in orgasm.
Not a moment later I felt the first spurt of your cum gush into my pussy.
There we stood...pushed back against the wall, fucking each other's brains out and cumming hard together.
Finally, panting hard and dripping sweat, you dropped me down on the floor once more and dragged me to the door of the club.
I was so overcome with lust that I failed to notice that my skirt was still up around my waist and my torn blouse did nothing to cover my breasts.
And of course, there was always that fear that this could be one of those sessions in which he did not grant permission.
Where she would be left frustrated and wet...with no orgasm at all.
She dreaded those times and because of them, always did her best to obey and be as much of a slut as he wanted.With the shoes in hand, I next went looking for a dress.
One caught my eye, a rose-pattern lace dress with four ties on each sides and even the spaghetti straps tied behind the shoulders to the back of the dress.
It did not have a lining, my fingers almost visible under the nearly opaque and very delicate fabric.
The dress I pulled out was two sizes too large for me.
The salesgirl nodded approvingly, dug into another rack, and emerged with the same dress in my size.
Both dress and shoes went with me back to find a dressing room.Again I nodded…parting my lips loosely…my tongue flicking out.
Master again began to stroke his cock….taking the head and rubbing in against my lips.
My tongue snaked out to lick it as it did....and I heard Master gasp, lightly, I opened my mouth wider, needing to taste more… and lifted my head to suck him deep inside me.
As I did Master thrust his hips forward…pressing himself to me…I felt the hair around the base tickle my chin and I felt him buried in my throat.
My reaction was to gag, but Master placed his hands, softly, on my neck and soothed the feeling.
He now thrust back and forth…I gazed into his eyes, and saw only his love for me.
There was no animal within my Master and I knew I was blessed…more than those girls I once knew! In the real world, my hips bucked as I imagined Sue's perky tits and ass turning red under my whips and in my chains (who was I kidding—I didn't have any chains!).
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