Amy Goes From Hair Stylist to House Slave - 12 - Sex Stories

Amy Goes From Hair Stylist to House Slave - 12

... behind. I don’t jiggle as much, or feel the sting, but the sound of the slap resonates in my core. The young woman walks off and the man returns. He turns me around and pulls the leash down. I assume a kneeling position. He strokes my slick head and lean into it. My sensory perception is a bit off but I feel his loving touch, even long for it to calm my insides. I am again facing the crowd on my knees. He offers two fingers to my mouth hole. Startled at first, I eagerly take the in. I move my head back and forth, sucking his offered fingers. He removes them and rubs my slick head again. He must of removed his cock because the next thing I feel coming through my mouth hole is his big juicy man meat. I moan as I take the shaft into my mouth and swirl my tongue around the fat head. I feel his hands on the top of my head. He pulls my to him and his long thick cock goes down my throat. There’s not much of an air hole so I have to really coordinate my breathing. Having been working on this with Master and Max’s cocks, I quickly get my rhythm and I’m able to swallow the monster shaft. While my head is bobbing up and down, he reaches down and slaps my latex encased breasts. I don’t feel much of sting, but it is very stimulating. My nipples respond by crinkling to the point of hurting. My nipple rings are held tight to my body by the suit. This does cause some marked pain, but I love it. The man removes his cock with a loud pop, and I am led to a low table. My arms are unbuckled and ...

... I am set up on all fours. The shaft returns to my mouth hole. I now have a little more freedom of movement so I double my efforts on his cock. Just when I feel him getting close, there are a pair of hands on my ass. They spread my cheeks and a cock is rubbed through my wet lips. The large head presses against them before thrusting in. I realize that its a dildo and it must be the young woman returning to the stage. They get into a good rhythm and I am quickly lost in their ministrations. I forget I’m in front of a crowd of people. My only focus is being spitroasted by the two phallus that are using me. I feel the man’s cock swell in my mouth. I push to take him down my throat. When I feel his pubic hair tickling my nose through the mouth hole. When his shaft is slipping down my tight throat, I swirl my tongue to tickle his ball sack. His loud grown can be heard even through the thick latex. I know that my Master will be proud of his slut. His cock explodes down my throat. I swallow as fast as I can but some dribbles down the front of the suit. The young woman is still pounding my leaking pussy as I reach my peak. With the thick cock still pulsing his seed over my tongue, I near the ledge of no return. I can’t ask for permission and I’m at an impasse. I can’t cum without permission but they seem determined to have me climax. It’s not the punishment for cuming I fear, but shaming my Master in front of his employees. The man firmly has my head holding mouth hole on his shrinking ...