Slowly improving my girlfriend/fuckmaid, one trance at a time.
(Source: erotiterrorist)
My ex-wife never seems to remember Friday afternoons.
After leaving work early, she comes home, tidies her pussy, shaves her legs, gives herself an enema and slips on an outfit.
She waits by the door on her knees for me to arrive. I walk in, slip the collar on and she suddenly bursts to life.
“Would sir like to hear about my week?” she always asks. “Or would sir like to use my mouth first?”
“Mouth first, talk later.” I always find myself replying as I pull my dick out of my trousers.
She wastes no time in engulfing me, getting me nice and wet for what’s to come. She always makes sure there’s lube to hand, of course, but it’s always lovely to slide into her waiting mouth.
Sometimes I bring a girlfriend; someone in a similar entranced situation as my ex-wife. They’ll happily spend their time sucking on her pussy, or maybe cleaning my load out.
Either way, the basic routine is always the same.
The photoshoot had lasted for far longer than Suzie had anticipated, and now she was unsure exactly what she was supposed to be modelling.
The brief said dressing gowns and pyjamas but the last time she’d worn either of them was easily an hour ago. Or maybe three. Or six…
As the other model came up behind her and ran her thumb up her cunt and into her ass, she gasped and the flashbulb went off.
Suddenly, she felt so much better about the situation, and her concerns seemed to disappear.
“Excellent, darling. Get down to the knuckle. Go deep… Deeper… That’s right.” FLASH
Suzie moaned audibly with every flash and touch, quivering at the next command.
(Source: cozloveit3, via cozloveit3-deactivated20120127)
“Hey boss… Yeah, it’s agent Thompson. Look, remember what I was saying about this guy, Neurolord? Well forget it…”
”.. He’s too powerful for anyone to take on… Look, he’s found me… No, no I’m fine. Now… There was no pain, only pleasure… And then I was his…”
“… Yes, I belong to Neurolord now, mind, body and soul… Where? I don’t know. I don’t question where my master takes me… I’m in some wonderful house… The missing women are here… Yes, he’s here too… He’s using my cunt to get his dick nice and wet before he breaks in my ass…”
“…No, don’t even think about tracing this signal. It won’t work. Like I said, he’s much too powerful… It’s too late now anyway. He’s been transmitting a powerful signal down the phone line while I talk to you… Yes… you’re probably feeling very horny and submissive right now, like you’d do practically anything anyone tells you if it means you get to cum. Well, Neurolord wants you to put out this entire conversation through the office intercom… Yes… Obey master Neurolord…. He is your master and we are his helpless slaves…”
“… Good, now I must go, because Neurolord says I probably won’t hold the phone very steady when he starts fucking my ass… Goodbye.”
Carla loved nothing more than to come home from work, undress, shower and then change into her lingerie.
When her husband came home, she’d be in the lobby, on her knees waiting for him to fuck her mouth before he finished on her face.
(Source: bedroomfairytales)
The boss certainly had a much more upbeat attitude after we paid for her to visit a hypnotists show.
Now she’s really helpful and kind. She’s completely willing to do anything to help boost morale amongst the men. She’ll literally bend over backwards (but preferably forwards) to do anything for you.
Does this skirt make my ass look fat?
Gemma summised that, in all likelyhood, it was the music coming that were making her do this.
The slow thump thump from the speakers was timed perfectly with the thump thump against her thighs.
She hadn’t even put up a fight, which worried the hell out of her. He’d simply sat her down in front of the music, and a few minutes later, pulled some lingerie out of a bag, and asked her to put it on for him. Without question, she took her clothes off and slipped the stockings on.
“Get on all fours. Face down, ass up. Cunt towards me. Ears next to the speaker.”
She simply nodded, and slid onto the floor and watched as he lined himself up behind her.
“Now, this is gonna feel really fucking great. Like I’ve got a ribbed, vibrating cock or something.
She looked at him strangely, but then as he plunged into her depths, her eyes widened, and her jaw dropped as she felt his ribbed cock vibrate inside her.
(Source: eroticblog)
“You didn’t think I’d forget our little bet, did you?” she said, with a grin as I walked through the door.
I smiled, and my heart jumped.
“I said if you couldn’t hypnotise me, then I’d have to wear lingerie every night for a month and be totally open to any suggestion you gave me no matter how kinky.”
Her legs arches apart, and she pushed her chest out.
“So here I am. I hope you like my outfit. I tried to find something that said ‘I’m your personal slut’.”
“Yes, I think you did brilliantly!”
“Oh, and before I forget, my sister called to say that she’s coming over tomorrow. Apparently I rang her last night to invite her over but for the life of me, I can’t remember phoning her.”
“Never mind. I’m quite sure it’ll come back to you eventually, darling.”
“Yes, now, would sir like to begin by making use of my mouth?” she asked, opening her mouth wide.
(via stockingsex)
I guess that the richer and more powerful you get, the more.. extravagant you become.
Take my toilet here for example.
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