His lips locked onto her throat, sucking while she writhed with pleasure. She could feel his teeth against her skin, marking her as his own. Nibbling, nipping, biting. He knew exactly how to make her feel wanted and desired. He paused, looking into her eyes, his face inches from hers, his lips inches from hers, then he kissed her.
Toni could have melted into Ms Paris then and there. His lips were soft, and he kept fucking her, sending waves of pleasure through her, hot and mellow like a warm bath. Her body tingled, her scalp, her toes. She could feel the soft hairs at his chest tickling her skin as he moaned into their kiss. Every touch was electrifying. She loved the way his muscles rippled beneath her fingertips as she dug her nails into his back.
As he kissed, his thrusts slowed, becoming deep and intimate. Two hot bodies, together. Toni groaned loudly, feeling her pussy clenching tightly around him. She knew that she wanted him, needed him more than anything. She leaned up and kissed him back, hard, pouring all of her passion and desire into the kiss. She wanted to show him that she was his, she wanted to be his, to submit to his will.
His thrusts become harder and faster again. She could feel the muscles in his back contracting and relaxing beneath her hands, the strength and power of his body leaving her weak and breathless. One of Ms Paris’ hands joined hers on his back, the other ran through Alex’s hair. It felt like both women were longing for her their master. But he was only fucking one. He was fucking her.
Her master was inside her, filling her up in ways she had never experienced before. Every thrust sent a shockwave through her body and she couldn’t get enough. The sound of their bodies slapping together filled the room, as did her moans and cries as he was hitting all the right spots. If all men fucked like this, there’d be no complaints from the fairer sex — there’d be no arguments against the patriarchy at all.
She could feel his hands gripping her hips tightly as he raised his tempo once again. Each and every thrust was taking her closer and closer to a powerful release that was just within reach. If this was servitude, she should have signed up a long time ago. She was completely at his mercy…
With a suddenness that took her breath away, the orgasm hit her. She couldn’t help but scream, cry out, her whole body convulsing as intense waves of pleasure washed over her. His body was pressed on her, his weight heavy on top of her, his hips still thrusting and fucking. The orgasm was overwhelming, a kind she had never experienced before. As her master pounded into her, she could feel herself building towards climax, her body becoming increasingly sensitive and responsive to his touch.
She let out a series of high-pitched, jittering moans, her cries becoming louder with each passing second. A total surrender of control as her body convulsed with pleasure. As she came, she felt an intense feeling of submission. He had taken her in every sense of the word, dominating her with his strength, his masculinity. She had never felt more submissive or more aroused. Her pussy gripped his cock tightly, clenching around him.
She arched her back, pressing her chest upwards towards his, her hips lifting and grinding against his cock, loving the sensation of his hardness filling her. She felt powerless beneath him, totally at his mercy as he fucked her with abandon. Pleasure continued to froth within her, bubbling up from the warmth between her legs.
The orgasm washed over her in waves, her body shaking, legs quivering, toes curling, scalp tingling. Muscles contracting or relaxing, her thighs instinctively gripped Alex’s hips, squeezing them, holding him close to her. She felt like she was sinking into Ms Paris below her, enveloped by a gentle, comforting warmth. She felt Ms Paris’ hands on hers, and was overwhelmed with gratitude. She’d never cum from penetration alone before.
Alex bucked his hips, fucking Toni through her orgasm. As the sensations became too much to bear, Toni let out another loud scream. Her mind was a mess, a maelstrom of sensation and emotion that she struggled to navigate. No man had ever made her cum like this. No man had ever made her feel anything like this.
And then he wasn’t fucking her anymore. He pulled out and collapsed onto the bed next to her, panting. Ms Paris reached down, a huge breast flopping over Toni’s shoulder, and began to rub Toni’s sensitive clit. No, it was too much! Toni’s eyes widened and she gasped. Her body shook, breath hitched; it was too much. Toni moaned, her legs closing around the older woman’s hand. Her hips shook She gripped Ms Paris’ wrist and tried to pull her hand away. Her clit was too sensitive now–each touch was almost painful, making her flinch in overstimulation.
“Please… too sensitive,” she gasped, through the subsiding orgasm. Ms Paris chuckled and pulled her hand back. She ran her fingers along Toni’s jaw.
“Okay darling,” she said tenderly. “But only because you’ve been such a good girl.” Toni smiled at the praise, and sobbed, despite herself. She wiped tears from her eyes, ashamed she was once again crying. She’d been overwhelmed by the sensations. They were tears of release, of joy, if anything. Although she couldn’t help but feel a pang of disappointment her master hadn’t cum.
Sniffling, she looked over at Alex. He was panting, muscular chest rising and falling, with his eyes closed and a contented smile, a distinct look of satisfaction plastered over his features. She had found something truly special in this man, in this… situation. Her master. She looked at him with a submissive gaze, wanting nothing more than to give herself over to him completely. Body trembling, she sucked in a few quick breaths. The last waves of her rapidly weakening orgasm filtered through her.
As if he felt her gaze on him, he opened his eyes and turned to look at her, breathing deeply and happily. His lean, muscular frame was coated in a sheen of sweat, his cock still at attention. Toni knew that she wanted him again and again. Just looking at him made her insides flutter with anticipation, her body responding with a hot flush that was at once exhilarating and deeply satisfying. Like a warm bath of the soul.
She lay back against Ms Paris’ soft body, feeling the weight of the older submissive’s heavy breasts on her head. This was it; this was heaven. She closed her eyes and let out a satisfied sigh. This was a moment she would never forget. The first time her master took her, claimed her. This man had given her everything she had ever wanted, and more. Toni knew that, no matter what the future held, she would always cherish the memory of the day she became someone’s submissive. His submissive. His sex slave.
Before she could truly catch her breath and bask in the afterglow, Ms Paris had pushed her off and sat up.
“We’re not fucking finished, darling,” she growled playfully. Toni squeaked as the older submissive grabbed her by the throat and dragged her across the bed, setting her down between Alex’s legs. His cock was still rock hard and lay wet on his stomach, glistening with her pleasure.
“It’s a woman’s duty to make sure her partner is completely satisfied,” Ms Paris said, pushing Toni’s head towards Alex’s crotch. “He made you cum, didn’t he? Are you grateful or not?”
“Y-yes ma’am,” Toni gasped. “I’m grateful.”
“Then tell him you dumb slut,” Ms Paris said, slapping Toni. She was in a dull orgasmic haze, the slap sent a jolt through her, waking her up.
“Thankyou Sir!” Toni exclaimed. “Thankyou, thankyou, thankyou…”
“You’re welcome,” Alex breathed, chuckling. He still hadn’t lost the grin on his face, and he ran his hands over his face and through his hair.
“Do you know what’s better than telling him, darling? Showing him,” Ms Paris whispered. Toni took a deep breath and stared at Alex’s cock. She almost reached out and grabbed it, but she remembered the rules. No hands, at least not without permission. She repositioned herself to be more comfortable, on all fours on the bed between Alex’s spread legs.
She gripped his thighs for balance and leaned in to smell his manhood. It smelt of sweat and cum and sex, and she couldn’t stop herself tasting it. She licked his cock, her head moving up and down his thick shaft. She took him deep into her mouth, her lips wrapping tightly around the swollen head, while her tongue teased and caressed the velvety skin. She could taste herself on his cock. It was a familiar flavor; she’d sucked on dildos or her own fingers enough times to recognise it. Honestly, she relished the taste of their combined juices–the sweet tang of her own arousal mixed with the slightly salty flavor of his pre-cum
“Good girl,” Alex moaned, his head back as he stared at the ceiling. “Good girl, that’s it…” Her fingers dug into his thighs, pulling him closer as she worked on his cock. Meanwhile, Ms Paris stood beside the bed, watching intently. Toni could see her out of the corner of her eye, tall and statuesque as always, with a voluptuous figure that seemed to fill the room.
She leaned in and gripped Toni’s head, running her hands over the bristles of her buzz cut hair, guiding her movements. She stroked Toni’s bare back.
“That’s it, darling,” she purred, her voice deep and seductive. “Make him feel all that pleasure. He deserves it doesn’t he? You’re such a good little slut. Keep sucking him like that…”
Egged on by Ms Paris’ words, Toni picked up her pace, sucking harder and faster as she took more of his length into her mouth. She gagged, but it did little to deter her. She glanced up at him, catching his eye, and saw the look of pure bliss on his face. It spurred her on, driving her to please him even more. Her pussy throbbed with need. She could feel the weight of him in her mouth and enjoyed the way his hardness pulsed against her tongue. The musky scent of his arousal filled her nostrils, making her head spin with desire.
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