Brenda wasn’t the best secretary he had ever had just because she had a snug and shaved pussy he was welcome to, or that she knew how to give a blowjob in total silence while he was on conference calls. No, it was because every time they took a business trip out of town to a conference together, she was able to find a willing girl in whatever city it was, for him to fuck while she watched.
I do have a desire to be a “Daddy” in real life. Problem is that I would punish my daughter quite often.
It’s going to start off slow, Playtoy. I’m going to tease you, hold you tight against my body. I’ll work your legs open for me, wrap one hand in your hair as I lean my mouth close to your ear. I’ll speak softly to you as I lightly graze your clit with my nail. Then I’ll press harder, that added pressure will make you squirm against me. I’ll laugh softly in your ear and nibble on it a bit as I unexpectedly slip a finger inside of you, swirling, pumping, pressing. You’ll let out a soft gasp of surprise and try to move your hips into my hand. I’ll remove my fingers and remind you that you don’t dictate what I do or control your pleasure.
“Who owns you, little girl?” I’ll whisper hotly as I pinch your clit.
“You, Mistress. Oh you…” you’ll say.
“Good girl…” I’ll purr as I insert two fingers inside of you this time, pumping at a vigorus place.
I’ll take you the edge and push you right over.
“Cum for me, bitch.”
“Yes, Mistress. I’m cumming for you.”
I’ll let you release. I’ll let you feel that pleasure. It’ll course through your whole body as you shake. I’ll even let you come down from the high before I shove my fingers in your mouth.
“Suck. Taste yourself. And if you’re good, maybe I’ll replace my fingers with a cock.”
Good Morning Playtoy :)
Good morning Mistress :) I am aching to feel your fingers in me.
Oh my, that was very arousing Mistress. I can’t wait for you to do that to me.
I can’t decide which I like better: sucking brothers pretty cock, or kissing our cousin. Guess it doesn’t really matter since I always get to do both.
