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Glenn moaned as Hayley bright the wand back into position after her taste, and nodded. “Don’t you fucking cum,” Hayley said to him. “Not a drop of cum for this bitch. Just fuck her good; no cum.” He moaned again, almost a whine, and Hayley held a finger up to him. “I mean it.”

She pressed the wand to Danica’s clit, and her friend shrieked through her gag. Hayley felt warm and wonderful and so aroused, as her boyfriend Glenn groaned, his cock buried in her best friend’s pussy. She pivoted up to watch Danica’s face, while Glenn paused, struggling not to cum.

Hayley gently stroked one of Danica’s years away. “I told him not to cum in you. He’s a very good boy, he won’t cum until I tell him. But he really, really wants to cum in you. But he is only allowed to cum in slutty pussies of girls who love to get fucked. Girls who just travel from bed to bed like whores, in, desperately craving cocks and cum to fill them with babies and give them value. And that’s not you, is it?”

Danica shook her head, a little reluctantly. “No, no. You’re strong, you’re independent. You don’t need a man, you’re your own woman. You want a life, not to serve the cock, not to be a barefoot breeder, looking for the next chance to get your cunt filled. So you must be happy that Glenn hasn’t busted in you.”

Hayley pushed Glenn back, as he moaned, as if in pain, and Danica shrieked through the gag, her eyes looking panicked … If near cross-eyed. “If you’re not going to have him cum in you, I think I might have him cum in me, instead. My dirty cunt needs a filling, still. I love to be stuffed with cum. I bet you have him ready to blow, doesn’t she? Oh, he’s nodding, he’s ready. I’ll just pull him out and … Ooh, you’re shaking your head. Did you reconsider? Are you reconsidering your prissy fucking life choices, you cum hungry cunt? Are you ready for his cum?”

Hayley smiled as Danica nodded, and reached to Glenn, and gestured for him to push in. “There. Good girl, isn’t she, Glenn? Cum inside this good girl. Good girl, Danica. Good girl, to let him cum inside you, to let yourself be a cum slut. Good girl, good girl…”

After, as they all lay chuckling, as Hayley massaged at Danica’s wrists, and she cuddled into Glenn’s chest, Danica said, “That was … Fun. But kind of fucked up. Right?”

Hayley shrugged. “I had one guy want me to pee on his back. I had another woman - super fit! - who wanted me to make her eat cake.”

She gently kissed Danica’s wrists. “It’s submission. You wanted to be made to give yourself over. You’re so damn strong all the time, you wanted a chance to be weak. That’s admirable.” She looked up at her friend. “Honestly. I loved it,” Hayley giggled.

“Well, good,” Danica answered, giggling. “This was … So good. So… I feel so… Relaxed.”

“It’s so hard,” she murmured. “Have I gotten you that hard?”

Warren nodded. “Y-yeah. Oh, wow, that… That feels so good.”

“Good! You deserve to feel good. Am I the first woman to touch your cock, Warren? Am I the first to tell you how hard it is, how thick?” He nodded again, answering her question. “It’s very impressive.” She squeezed, then began to pull with her hand, tugging at him. “I’d like it if you could cum for me. I’d love to feel your fresh cum on my chest. Would you like to cum on my chest? Paint my tits, with your cum? Would that make you happy and proud?”

Warren nodded furiously.

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“Okay, okay,” she panted, as he continued to got it from behind. His cock, larger and longer than she was used to, was thumping against her. His size meant he was bottoming out in her little snatch, and being perched up on the porcelain sink was getting uncomfortable. “Now. Do it now. Cum inside me, okay? I’m ready. I’m ready to take it, holy shit you’re too fucking big…”

Cassie panted as the stranger pressed into her, and she threw her arms around his neck, legs around his waist, and pulled him in, trying to eliminate that last few centimetres of space between them. Her hands clamoured to get under his shirt. “Oh yes, fill it up, fill that tight little pussy up…”

He shuddered, and grunted, heaving a sigh, grunting again. He’d cum inside her, not a torrent like she was hoping, but a thick wad, that she felt nestle in beside her cervix, already creeping to fill her books and crannies.

“So good,” she panted, patting his shoulder. “Kay, Kay. I gotta go. I gotta catch the next train to class.”

She slid off the sink hurriedly, his cock dripping into the floor. She was pulling up her panties, putting them back in place beneath her skirt, rolling it back down, already thinking of that cute brown haired boy in her Eng Lit class, the one she’d borrowed the pencil from.

“Wait, can’t I get your name, or …”, the stranger said, as she went to the door of the bathroom, unable to pursue because of the pants around his ankles.

She turned back, and clicked her tongue. “No, silly - then we wouldn’t be strangers, would we?”

Back on the train, she sent a text to her Master. “One down, Master, and just like you said, it was easy!”

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It had been years, years since Holly had felt the weight of a man settle in on top of her. But here was this young, slender stud, his cock full and eager to the point of twitching, on top of her; her hips were spread wide around his waist, her thighs clenching his hips, and her legs wrapped around him as he fucked her, fucked her with merciless abandon, fucked her hard enough to make her sob as he did so.

“Fuck me, fuck me,” she heard herself beg. He didn’t care that she was a mother, a wife, a professional. To him, she was a warm hole to stick his cock in, a cum receptical, and she loved it. “Come on, fuck me, fuck me, come on. I want it, I want it. Please, please, you’ve already got me begging you. Please, cum inside me, cum inside me, oh God cum inside me, please. I want your cum, I need your cum. Cum in me, cum in me, pleeeease…”

As he grunted, and pressed in, squeezing her tit, groaning, she felt his cock pouring into her. One, two, three ropes; there were no barriers between them, and he’d never asked about the pill or protection. He’d just fucked her, and dumped his hot load in her, and didn’t even care what happened next.

Holly lay panting, as he withdrew, and rubbed the cum off his dick on her furry pussy. “That was good,” he said, appreciatively. “You got some good pussy. Fuck.” Holy purred, and smiled, mouthing, ‘thank you’, as he studied her cum filled hole.

“I’m glad you liked it,” she sighed, revelling in the feel of his young seed, permeating her long unused cunt, seeking out and refreshing long dormant drives.

“Yeah. Fuck, Ms Woods, the other guys would love a crack at it, too, sometime. You’re a great fuck.”

“Mrs,” she said absentmindedly. 'The other guys’. Was she going to end up fucking her way through this whole young man’s team, just to satisfy the cravings her husband couldn’t, anymore?

…

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Shawna set her hands on his older, lightly furry, chest, stroking his body. At his request, she’d left her apron on, and his hands roamed underneath it, squeezing her breasts, her chubby sides, her hips.

His cock pressed against her wet hole. He was hard as a rock, and his cock pressed against her slit, but not yet into her little hole. She rocked herself up and down, soaking his cock with her with pussy.

“Y… You’re so gorgeous,” he moaned, and she giggled.

“I know,” Shawna said, and she did, because she was. “So, what do you think - are you gonna fuck me, my Lord?”, Shawna murmured, her voice soft, tugging the hair at his chest. “Bring me home from my father’s tavern, fuck my tight little body? I want you to. Can we?”

He groaned, his reluctance breaking down. “Ohh, let me … Let me get some protection,” he said, straining, testing his bare cock against her.

“Ooooor…. Don’t,” she smirked, rocking forward, slipping his cock into her damp hole. Shawna moaned as the wide head stretched her snug opening, and her thighs shuddered as she slowly lowered herself to get the full length in.

“Oh, my, God…,” she groaned, as he gasped. “You feel so good, you feel so so good, your Lordship. It feels so, so good…,” she rolled her eyes. Shawna arched her back, while squeezing with the muscles along her pelvis, and the full cock inside her was squeezed, along it’s length, her pussy pulling at it, milking it for cum.

Shawan let her head fall forward, and panted, as he tried to protest again, tugged at her hips, struggled to get free. “Wait, wait, I …”, he protested.

“No!”, she moaned. “You want it, don’t you? You want to cum in my bare pussy every bit as much as I want you to. I know you do. You love how this bare pussy feels around your cock, and oh God if you’ve gotta knock this little tavern sluts cunt up to feel it, that’s how it’s gonna be, isn’t it?”

He groaned, but his cock strained inside her, and Shawna giggled. “No, wait, please, I …”

“Forget it,” Shawna said. “You’re just fuckin’ the help.” She began to move her body up and down on his cock, which was swelling already. “You want to fuck me bare, you wanna hear me begging you for it, don’t you? You wanna get this little cunt just begging for it, servant girl just begging his lordship, oh, fucking cum, cum inside me, please, my lord, cum in my cunt while I service you. You like to be served, don’t you?”

He groaned, but, reluctantly … Nodded.

“Y…yeah, oh shit, oh shit, y-you know you do, you want to cram your big rich man’s cock in my slut hole, make me beg for it, right? Show me how good you have it, make me wish you’d even think of wife-ing a gutter slut like me, cum all over my slutty pussy and make me fucking hope you’re my next missed monthly, right? You’ll cum in me like it’s no thing, and I spend all fucking night with my legs up masturbating tryin’ a’ make a baby with your cum, get some of that rich man money from my pussy. Is that what you want, rich man? Give me money to fuck my gutter pussy?”

He nodded again, “Yes, yes … Oh, it’s so tight, and, oooh…”

His eyes rolled back, and he arched his back. Shawna bit her lip, straining on his cock, trying to extract his seed. She dropped her head to his chest, and rapidly thrust with her hips, pleasing for cum from his cock.

“Call me a gutter slut, my lord. Call me a whore,” she panted, kissing his chest. “It’ll let the poison out, if you tell me my place.”

“You’re … You’re a filthy tavern girl, meant to be on the end of my cock, b-barely with the …. Scullery … Filthy gutter slut whore!”, he cried, as his seed emptied into her.

Shawna felt him inside her, as he groaned like a man dying; once, twice, again, again. His balls, once full, now dumped themselves into her, and she could visualise the white, creamy man-seed, looking for purchase in her soil.

He gasped for breath from the exertion of his climax, and Shawna kissed at his neck gently. “It’s as you wanted, my Lord?”, she asked.

“Q … quite, quite so. You’ve … You’ve a real, real talent, for the … Uh … ”, he stumbled.

“It was your cock, my lord, that inspired me. Forgive my tongue any offence; it was driven wild by the sense of a true man inside me.”

“No offense, no no … In fact, I had a minds to, it’s a thought … If I were to find you some, uh, space of your own…”

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Face down, ass up, Heather reached out and took Henry’s hand, as Derrick’s big cock thumped her cervix.

“Holy shit, baby, holy shit it feels so good. It’s so fucking big. So fucking big. Holy shit. He’s fucking stretching me out, oh my God, yes, I feel full, I feel like he’s gonna, oh oh God, oh, I’m gonna cum. I’m gonna cum around his cock, around his big fucking cock, baby … Ungh, oooh fuuuuuuck…”

Henry smiled, as Heather’s eyes rolled back, her tongue lolling out; behind her, Derrick clutched at her hips, pressing hard into her as she came. Her thighs shuddered, and she clung to Henry’s arm with both her hands.

Just as Heather’s climax reached a plateau, Derrick cried out, “That’s it, girl, it’s fuckin’ cuming, you dirty girl…”, and Heather gasped again, looking up at Henry’s eyes.

“He’s coming inside me,” she purred. “Oh, my God, I can … I swear to God I can feel it, Henry, I can feel his cum, filling up my pussy, oh, my God, he's still cumming … It feels like so much oh God it feels like there’s so much. I feel so full, his cock and his cum make me feel so full. Oh God, thank you, thank you both, oh, God, this is how it’s supposed to feel.” She giggled, and Henry kissed her hand. “Holy shit, baby this is how it’s supposed to feel. That was weak in the knees sex. Thank you. Thank you so much for letting me have this. Thank you for letting me have real, big cock. You’re so good to me.”

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The pitch of Bailey’s voice kept climbing higher and higher as Bill took her savagely from behind. She clung to the edge of the pool, gasping, her legs wide behind her, offering her hips as handlebars to help Bill shove himself as deeply into her ass he could.

“Oh fuck, oh fuck…,” she groaned. Bill’s cock felt rough, thick, full inside her, so much larger than her own fingers or her slender water bottle. “Omigod, omigod, Bill, yes, omigod yes,” she begged.

“I’m gonna cum in you,” he growled, and she whimpered her approval. “I’m gonna cum in you, Bailey; you’ll love it.”

“Please, please yes,” Bailey groaned. “Oh fuck yes, cum inside me, please, I’ve never had a guy cum inside me. Please, yeah, fucking shoot me full of your cum. Yeah. Shoot that neighbour girl full of your cum.” She worked her hips back as best she could, on her tiptoes, water churning around them. She felt a second squeeze come over her cunt, a deep throb, as if it was straining to push Bill’s cock out, and he gasped in response. She felt his cock flood her; the cum poured out, filling her, flooding every crevice, painting her cervix white.

She floated, panting; Bill thrust another few times, to drain out the last drops from his balls. Bailey mewled with each thrust, her pussy tamed; with the frenzied need passing, she was able to let the glow fill her body. She’s never had cum in her before. Fucking in the pool like this, to wash the cum out so she didn’t get pregnant - that was a great idea of Bill’s. Another reason her older lover was so great.

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After finding out that mom was cheating on dad, I immediately thought that I should tell him.. but then I realized, I had the power to blackmail mom into doing whatever I wanted, whenever I wanted. 

It’s pretty fucked up I thought to myself.. who blackmails their own mom? I sat back, and decided to really think things through. 

Yeah, telling dad is the right move, but he’s happier then he’s ever been! He’s always worshiping mom and he can never stop talking about her to his friends. It would break him.

On the other hand, mom gets everything she needs from dad. It’s almost as if she married him just because of how well he gets paid at his job. She’s completely fine with cheating on him because she never really loved him for who he was, just for his wallet. Mom’s definitely loving the life of staying at home and getting whatever she wants from dad, while banging young studs behind his back when he’s at work.. Her only real responsibility is me.. She probably would’ve walked out on dad by now if she didn’t have a kid to worry about.

Then one day, I decided to say fuck it, I’m going to blackmail her.

I approached mom and told her that I knew she was cheating on dad and that I wouldn’t tell him if she agreed to some rules. She sat down to listen.

Rule #1: You wear whatever I want, whenever I want.

She seemed shocked.. why would her own son want to choose what clothes she wore?

“Fine, deal. What else?” She asked.

2. I get to watch you fuck your boy toys.

After hearing his second rule, she realized exactly what direction her son wanted to take with her. She wanted to ask questions. She wanted to say things like “But I’m your mother! How could you even think of that! You’d be seeing me naked!”

Instead, she didn’t. She just agreed.

“Okay.. anything else?”

There was something about knowing that her son wanted to see her naked while having sex with someone else that turned her on for reasons she couldn’t explain. 

“That’s it.. at least for now mom..”

She stood up and asked.. “So when should I start this clothing rule?”

 He replied

“Tomorrow’s fine mom”

She felt disappointed, for some reason she was feeling eager to dress up like a slut for her son. If he really wanted to see her body that badly, wouldn’t he have said to start today? Or was he just being a tease?

“Okay sweetheart, I’ll start tomorrow” She said.

He left the room.

She was alone with her thoughts and layed in her bed trying to fully comprehend what had just happened. After a hour had passed, she called her son into her room. 

“Son could you come in here?” She lightly shouted across the hall.

He made his way to the room. Upon opening the door he saw this;