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

Amy Goes From Hair Stylist to House Slave - 12

... obediently, like a puppy. My exposed breasts swaying as she e****ts me away from the crowd. We go down the hall to an alcove. Its a wall of windows to an outside garden. I would imagine that people, during the day, sit here and take their breaks. Once we were out of sight, she pulled me to her and captured my mouth with hers. She cupped my face in her hands. Both of our breathing was ragged. I’m kissing her neck, nibbling her ear, when she pushes me down. I drop to my knees. I lift her dress and find that she is wearing a beautiful garter set but no panties. I kiss up the inside of her thigh. I want to make her feel good, to be romantic. She has other ideas. She f***es me head to her sex. I lick the leaking juices from her folds. She is a sweet as I thought she would be. It is intoxicating. She tells me that she’s been thinking about this moment since we met. That she has been denying herself satisfaction since she was fucking me with the strap-on. She told me that she begged Master for this time with me. I am flattered and double my efforts to bring her off. Again, I attempt to take it slow but she is grinding against me face, taking what she wants from me. I pierced her folds with my tongue. I hold it rigid as she guides my head back and forth, driving my tongue in and out of her wet pussy. I feel her need. I rub my nose against her erect clit as she is fucking her pussy with my tongue. I reach up and cup one of her breasts while the other hand holds her ass cheek. I ...

... pull her to me helping her drive my tongue deeper. I hear her moans, encouraging me. Her legs are shaking, I know she is near her release. I curl my tongue up and flick it against her spongy G-spot. She shrieks as it hit her special spot. I pull her nipple, twisting it, as she goes off on my face. Her spasms send a flood of her juices. I squeeze her ass, not wanting to stop lapping her quim. She shudders, going over the edge again. My face is rewarded with another soaking of her juices. The steady buzz of the prototype is still driving me crazy, not strong enough to give me release. She falls to her knees beside me, holding her. I feel her heartbeat against my chest. Our ragged breaths begin to calm as our hearts start to sync. We are huddled together, caring for one another, as Master comes up behind us. Chapter Three We both turn and find him standing there. We both kneel up and present ourselves together. He approaches and I unzip his fly, reach in and pull his hardening cock out. I stroke it with both hands. He is leaking pre-cum and I lean in to swirl my tongue around the bulbous head, licking the treasure from his thick cock. Alcina move beside me and we share Master’s beautiful shaft. I lick his balls, sucking first one then the other into my warm mouth. Alcina takes his cock between her lips and we service him in the alcove. His hands are on both of our heads, gently guiding us as we switch back and forth between his scrotum and his steely shaft. Master becomes more ...