3 [lesbian] [public] [threesome] Taking my piss whore for a stroll where we fuck a shop owner in both holes - Sex Stories

3 [lesbian] [public] [threesome] Taking my piss whore for a stroll where we fuck a shop owner in both holes

... serve me, she would need to get used to have her ass played with. Karissa wouldn't stop until the other woman was satisfied, sitting panting and sweating in her chair. Soon thereafter, she excused herself, as she was probably already missed by her dear husband who no doubt had no clue about his cunt-whoring wife. We finished breakfast with Karissa still on the floor and me feeding her toast, laced with pussy slime, which I gathered from my snatch with a spoon. She ate eagerly, then sucked some jelly off my labia, pubes and nipples that I smeared on there with my fingers. Once we were both fed and she had licked me clean, I began to think what I would want to do. The young girl seemed to want to stick with me today, so I got determined to put her devotion to a test and see how deep she would let herself be degraded. I'm not a cruel, sadistic domme, so I may not have the best track record of really breaking someone, but I like to play with humiliation, to see how far a sub's mind can be bent down. So, if you expect corporal punishment and violence, you might want to go to a different domme; I'm a lover, not a fighter. We got dressed. I put on a really cool tight green body suit that made me look 10 pounds thinner and gave my boobs a sweet shape, faintly showing nipples and areolas when I'm not wearing a bra. Over that, just some loose, light, white jogging pants, that were cut low enough for the crotchline of the body suit to peek out. And a wide, bright red flappy hat and ...

... my round gold-rimmed sunglasses. It was summer, after all. Karissa had no other clothes than the short black skirt and white bodice she had worn the night before, completed with silver high-heels and a matching purse lined with rhinestones. We left and just went for a stroll. It was warm, but not beating down yet, and we enjoyed all the eyes following us as I led her down the street. My apartement wasn't too far from the city center, and so we passed a few boutiques soon on our way. Karissa stopped shortly at one with some bright, colourful summer clothes in the windows and admired them. The shop was called "Dani's", and it didn't look like they would have anything in my size, but I went inside with her anyway, just to let her have a look. In the shop it was cool and quiet. Karissa took off right away and dove down an aisle of short dresses and mini skirts, squealing with glee. I was greeted by a wide smile from a woman. She was about my age, but much slimmer and a little shorter than me, with brunette hair she wore down to her shoulders in layers, framing a beautiful, delicate face with some of the sweetest lips I've ever seen. She certainly had the figure and size to wear everything in the shop and make it look good and I wondered if the short, olive dress with random looking cutouts in all the right places was from here, too. She must be Dani. "Hello," she said, as if to confirm my thoughts. "I'm Dani. Can I help you?" I smiled back, pushing my sunglasses up into my hair. ...