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White Slave Auction - Dianne

... into sync with his movements, murmuring her pleasure.

She cried out when he withdrew but held her kneeling position while he turned and slid beneath her to clamp his mouth over her wet pussy. His tongue swiped across her anus, perineum and vagina, then sucked in the nub of her clit until she could take no more.

"Please, Sir," she pleaded.

"What do you want Little One."

"I need you back inside me. I've climaxed so many times that my tummy hurts. My pussy is sore too, but I need you to finish me. Now." Pushing his head away from her pussy, she fell across the bed, facing him and dragging him to her in a frantic hug. With one hand she took his cock and placed it at her entrance, bucking up with her hips to ensure it entered immediately. Helmut was nearing his climax too and drove into her hard and fast until with a mighty groan, he released himself in her, flooding her already soggy pussy with his discharge.

They fell together and within moments, slept soundly.

It was midafternoon when they awoke again. "I have never had so much sex in such a short time. My pussy is sore and my body aches all over. My bottom still hurts from the spanking you gave me before we first made love and my nipples feel as though they are burning. And I smell of sex. And the bed is a wet and soggy mess. And I need a shower."

" I hate to admit it, but I am sore also. Let's have a long warm shower together and then we can think about finding something to eat."

Naked, they made ...

... their way to the shower. "I will wash you first," she volunteered, reaching for the shower gel.

Starting at his scalp, she worked the lather into his body, paying particular attention to his underarms, his nipples, and his cock, which to his great surprise, was beginning to rise again. "Have you taken another of those blue pills?"

"Not since Friday evening. I found I didn't need them after all." Her fingers closed around his cock, gently working the slippery, soapy suds along its length. Then she surprised him, when her fingers cupped his balls, squeezed them gently for a moment and slipped further back to tease his anus. His feet spread without being asked, allowing her better access and inevitably a finger, well lubricated with soap suds, wormed its way inside. A second finger joined moments later, drawing a groan from Helmut. With her free hand she massaged his now fully erect cock until he erupted all over her hair, face and chest.

"My turn now." He mimicked her actions, beginning with her hair and face and working his way down.

When he reached her breasts, he paused.

"How sore are your nipples?"

"They are tender, Sir. You have treated them a little roughly this weekend."

"Can they take some more?"

She paused as if debating her response, and coming to a decision, folded her arms behind her back, thrust out her chest and said: "They are yours, Sir."

"You know you don't have to do this for me."

"Yes, I know. But you are wrong - I do have to do this ...