“Yes!” my aged Mistress yelled, wrapping her smooth muscled thighs around my entrapped head, pulling my head deeper into her pussy and smashing my face with her pelvis.
As I had done many times before, I grazed my teeth on Doreen’s sex nubbin pushing her over the top to a crashing climax. She engulfed my head and face in her straining thighs, pulsating pussy and strong hands, cumming copiously in my open mouth.
“OH MY GOD! DON’T YOU DARE STOP, SLAVE!” Doreen screamed in dominant joy.
I swallowed the treasure from Doreen’s sopping slit eagerly, overwhelmed by our combined passion and her squirting volume.
“Eleven!” Jane called electing to continue with her flogger to complete the required last 17 ‘spanks’.
As Doreen’s orgasm eventually subsided and she loosened her death grip on my head, I gasped for air in pain and in relief as Jane yelled, “Seventeen and done!”
Doreen relaxed in post coital bliss.
I gently plucked the last drops of goo from her precious pussy with my tongue – aching and bruised and desperately hard again.
Jane replaced the flogger on the counter and lay next to Doreen, flushed with her exertions, a thin patina of sweat on the pale skin which covered her extravagant, sexy curves.
We all rested – two beautiful, mature, voluptuous, dominant, women at the head of the bed – my Mistress and my Wife – and one beaten, submissive, adoring and again aroused slave at their feet – me.
I did not know what was to become of me. I knew it wouldn’t be my choice. As long as I could serve these women, I really didn’t care.
The conclusion of this series will follow in Mistress Doreen, Chapter 10.
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