Amy Goes From Hair Stylist to House Slave - 2 - Sex Stories

Amy Goes From Hair Stylist to House Slave - 2

... petals were moist with dew. Mr. Kesler moved behind Chloe. “Whose pussy is this slut?” “Yours Sir.” With that response he brought the tails of the flogger up sharply and connected directly to her splayed sex. SWISH! “Whose?” She whimpered, “yours Sir!” SWISH! Connecting with her wet and engorged pussy again. With a controlled scream, “Thank you Sir!” Mr. Kesler Leaned down and softly stroked Chloe’s marked skin. His loving touch made her body tremble. His hand seemed to sooth her marks. His hand went between her legs, rubbing her wet folds. She whimpered as his hands touched where his flogger had just struck. His finger found her swollen clit. Her bell began ringing as his fingers stroked her bud. She was writhing with his ministrations. Mr. Kesler ran his fingers down her wet slit and then pushed two fingers into her channel. Chloe pushed back, meeting his offering. Her breasts still pressed to the cool floor. Her hardened nipples, abrading with her every movement. Her breathing had quickened, as she pushed back against his hand. Just as she appeared to reach climax he stopped and removed his fingers. She said nothing, only a whimper was heard. Mr. Kesler moved over to the table and laid down the flogger, picked up his drink, and came back to sit down in his chair. “Now slut, kneel up. Do you have anything else that needs to be said?” Chloe moved back between us in a kneeling position, legs spread, head down, and her hands turned up on her thighs. “Yes Sir. I would like to ...

... beg for yours and Amy’s forgiveness for touching myself and having to be punished.” “Very good slut.” Turning to me he said, “Amy, do you accept my slut’s apology?” I wasn’t sure what to say, “Yes Sir.” “Good, then I would like to watch you two kiss and make up. Lets move to the bedroom.” Chapter Seven Chloe took me in hand and led us to the bedroom. At the edge of the bed she turned and kiss me. I’ve always been attracted to Chloe ever since I first started cutting her hair. This was like the biggest dream come true. Her lips were soft and warm. Her hand cupped my breast as our tongues danced. I reached down and squeezed soft butt which caused a quick inhalation of breath from her. “I’m sorry I forgot,” I said without ending the kiss. “It’s alright. I love the pain. It only stimulates me more. I’ve long for this might for a long time.” She gently tweaked my nipple before kissing her way down to the hard bud. Taking it into her warm mouth, she gently tugged on my piercing while looking up into my eyes. She kissed her way over to the other nipples not wanting to have it neglected. My breath hitched as I felt the heat all the way to my core. I looked at Mr. Kesler, sitting in a comfortable chair next to the four poster bed. I saw that his cock was hard again. “Slut, I want you to show Amy how sorry you are”, he said in his commanding voice. Chloe moved me onto the bed. I laid back with my head propped up on my elbows. Chloe followed me onto the bed. She kissed my feet and slowly ...