What Mom Knows Fucks Her in White - Sex Stories

What Mom Knows Fucks Her in White

... sexy.” Kristina, whose hand was already under her skirt and pantyhose, didn't need to be told twice as she scurried to the bed. “Pantyhose?” Miranda questioned, as she lowered herself and quickly ripped open the crotch of the hose. “Get licking, slut.” “Yes, Mistress,” Brittany obeyed as she stole a glance at her watch. I snapped at Ellie and pointed to my cock. “I am not a dog,” she said, her ice glare back on. “Come get your bone,” I wittily quipped playing on her words. She gave me a ‘you can’t be serious’ look and was about to say something when I ordered, my voice rising, “Now!” After a moment, she cursed, “Fuck, I hate that I can't resist you,” as she moved to me, pulled out my cock and took it in her mouth. “I love it,” I countered, watching the beautiful domme-sub come to my wishes. I enjoyed the leisurely blow job as I watched the very animated black beauty getting pleasured from the bride. The black-white contrast was incredibly noticeable and for some reason turned me on. Of course, so was the idea of fucking Kristina. Kristina's wicked tongue also enhanced the voyeuristic show. Some of what she said included, “That's it bitch, lick my chocolate sweetness,” and “Keep licking slut, like you’ll be doing under my desk at work,” and “Only a dirty cunt licking whore would leave her own wedding to eat pussy,” and finally something I had not yet witnessed, “I can't wait to fist that tight box of yours.” Finally Kristina screamed, “Oh fucking yes, you dirty whore, suck on ...

... my black clit, make your nigger mistress come.” Such words racist when said by someone white was somehow an incredible turn on when said by someone of color while in the heat of sexual bliss. A moment later, Kristina grabbed Brittany's head and pulled her deep inside her cunt as she screamed, “Fuuuuucking yeeeees.” I replicated the aggressive head hold as I surprised Ellie by holding her head and beginning to fuck her face, even as she gagged briefly, surprised by the sudden assault on her mouth. Once Kristina let go of Brittany's head, I did the same to Ellie who moved away from my cock and snapped, “What the fuck was that?” “A face fucking, which apparently you need some work on,” I replied continuing the power struggle that I refused to lose. “Fuck you,” she snapped, standing up. “If you insist,” I said smugly creating my own intent from her words. “Just go fuck the bride’s face and cum all over her?” Ellie ordered. “If you insist,” I joked again. “I do,” she said firmly, still trying to show control in our power struggle. I moved to Brittany, pulled her to me, shoved my cock in her mouth and began fucking her face. She gagged a bit at first, but got used to the rough treatment as she moved her hand under her dress and to her cunt. Getting face fucked was turning her on. Ellie ordered, clearly horny herself, “Slut Alexis get over here.” “Yes, Mistress,” Mom replied, and went directly to Ellie who had lifted up her dress. Mom needed no instructions as to what was expected ...