The Party Gift - Ch. 5 - Sex Stories

The Party Gift - Ch. 5

... “Your girl is not done with you Mistress,” I hissed. “Oh she isn’t, huh?” “No! Now roll over!” Deanna again smiled as we untangled and she flipped over on to her stomach and waited breathlessly. I pressed my body firmly down on her back side and as both our bodies were slick and shimmering in sweat, I slid down her flesh with ease, running my tongue down the line of her perfectly symmetrical back. “Mmm, your skin is so soft my precious,” Deanna purred. “It feels wonderful against mine.” “And yours is so delicious my Mistress,” I hissed. As I continued down her backside, Deanna reflexively spread her legs and my body slid in between them on to the mattress. Spreading those marvelous spheres of firm ass cheeks wide, I plunged deeply into and devoured Deanna’s beautiful rosebud; swirling my tongue all around the rough surface and probing it inside her tangy bowels. Slipping two fingers in her pussy, I rolled them inside her tunnel and searched out her g-spot. I knew I'd found it when Deanna’s body jerked practically up on to her knees and she exhaled a gasping yelp. I drove my tongue deeper into her bowels as I slowly stimulated her g-spot with the tips of my fingers. I could feel the orgasms building up once again deep inside her and Deanna seized fistfuls of the satin sheets as her body began to prepare for the forthcoming eruption. Then instantly, I stopped everything and sprang up on my knees, straddling Deanna’s legs. “Hey, why'd you stop?” Deanna asked. I quickly untied ...

... the blue silk scarf around Deanna’s neck and then used it to blindfold her as I secured it tightly around her head. “Mmm, oh my naughty, naughty little baby,” Deanna purred playfully. “Just what are you up too now?” “You’ll see my Mistress,” I whispered. “Or rather, you’ll feel. Now up on all fours.” Deanna couldn't help but giggle as she complied and lifted herself up onto all fours as I sprang off the bed and opened the drawer of the nightstand. “Where are you going? Don't let me cool down,” Deanna begged. “Oh, you don't have to worry about that,” I told her as I was quickly and quietly slipping into the strap-on Deanna had used on me the other night. Deanna waited for what seemed like an eternity for me to return. If only she could see what I had in store for her. “Is the Mistress ready?” I asked as I climbed back on to the bed and positioned myself directly behind Deanna on my knees between her legs and aimed the head of the mighty cock directly at her dripping wet and heated vaginal opening. “Ready for what my precious?” Deanna asked. Deanna gasped and moaned so deeply while her body convulsed and her head tilted back as I stabbed the massive cock inside her; filling her to the rim so to speak. “For her girl to fuck the shit out of her,” I snarled. I seized Deanna’s quivering and sweaty hips, digging my fingernails into the firm flesh as I pumped and pounded the hard, vein-laced cock with the ferocity of a tri-athlete on steroids in and out of her tight, slick tunnel. ...