Lady Desiree announced, "Alright, gentlemen. It's now time for your part. Come on over."
Jamie and I stood up and walked to the bench. Katie lay there covered in the ladies' cum and perspiration. Although her pussy and asshole had obviously been abused, she smiled as she looked up at Jamie.
Jamie turned his attention to the Dommes and thanked them. He continued, "I think you know what we're going to do to her now so if you'd rather not watch, we won't be offended."
"Oh, we don't mind!" Lady Elizabeth exclaimed.
Lady Anne agreed adding, "In fact, maybe you'd like to do that to us sometime. A girl can never get too much protein."
Greta chimed in saying, "Yes, that's true! I'll gladly let you give me a facial anytime you want to share your slut with me."
Besides being turned on by that, I was starting to wonder what else Greta might have in mind for Jamie.
"Enough talk," Lady Desiree said. "It's time to prepare the slut to go home."
"After you, John," stated Jamie.
I stood over Katie's face and then instructed my girl to rim me while his girl first sucked my cock and later gave me a handjob. Before long I was shooting my cum onto Katie's face. After the last spurt I wiped my cock in her hair and then had Jamie's girl lick me clean.
Jamie then moved into position over his wife's face. "That looked like it was enjoyable. I'll have the same thing, girls." With my girl's tongue buried in Jamie's ass and his girl stroking his cock, he was soon spewing a massive load of cum onto Katie's breasts and then her face. If I didn't know better I'd have sworn he was Peter North.
After he finished, Lady Desiree unfastened Katie's ankles and gave her a few minutes to relax before handing her the dress she'd worn before. "Put this on, but do not wipe off any of the cum. Your Master wants you to enjoy that on your way back home." Katie did as instructed.
The cum Jamie had splattered onto her breasts quickly soaked through the material. Some of the cum dripped from her cheeks and chin onto the dress, and the juice from her pussy soon showed through, as well. It would be obvious to anyone who saw her that she'd been involved in something out of the ordinary.
"Wait here while John and I get changed," Jamie told his wife as we headed to the changing room. Our house slaves followed us in to help. As I was getting dressed, my girl asked if I was pleased by her service and if she could tongue my ass before I left. I assured her that she'd been quite satisfactory and it wasn't necessary to rim me again. She got on her knees and said softly, "If it pleases you Sir, may this girl taste your ass once more before you leave me? I will gladly let you do anything to me if you'll grant me this one wish."
Jamie looked over at me and said, "Damn, man! How can you refuse such an offer?"
He was right. I couldn't pass up this opportunity. I lowered my pants, leaned forward slightly and told her to enjoy herself. I think she did. I know I enjoyed it! But it was getting late and we had to go. We finished dressing and went back to the front room.
As Jamie took the leash to lead Katie outside, he again expressed his thanks to the ladies and said he'd like to do something like that again soon. Greta beamed while the others smiled politely. Lady Desiree thanked me for bringing her such a good new client and offered to let me take home the strawberry-blonde slave girl. She told me, "I think you two make quite a happy looking couple." I responded saying I'd like to talk about that in detail soon, thanked her, and proceeded towards the door. Once outside, we began the walk back to my car, passing several people along the way. Nearly every one of them did a double-take as we passed by. The girl of a teen couple was heard asking her boyfriend why he didn't do that to her. I chuckled and wondered if I should go back and talk to them about the possibilities.
Once we reached the car, Jamie told Katie he hoped she enjoyed her special evening. He added that he was still so aroused that he was going to fuck her good when they got back home. He looked at me and said, "Sorry, John, but I want some time alone with my wife. I'll invite you over another time."
"Not a problem, Jamie. Not a problem. Besides, I'm going back to talk to Lady Desiree about her offer."
And then I drove them home...
The End.
Trained Anna
My trainee, Anna, stood beside me, to my right. With her left hand clutching my right ass cheek through my jeans, she ran her middle finger along the crease of my ass as she expertly petted and patted my bulging front.
Anna is a sweet young lady, about 5'4", slender and athletic, an exquisite face, firm sweet ass and long lovely legs. She was wearing her little school girl skirt and white men's shirt on that spring day.
Demonstrating her excellent skills and training thus far, she moved things along. Unbuckling my belt with one hand, she unzipped my pants, spread them open at the fly, and gently brought my rapidly hardening manhood out into the air. Her touch, as always, was light but firm. Her hands were small and delicate, the hands of a young lady. They were warm, feminine, and very skilled. My pants, weighed down by my belt, fell to the floor. Keeping one hand on my cock just as she was trained to do, she pulled my briefs down.
The cool air of the classroom felt delicious against my bare ass, balls and cock. My trainee stood still fully dressed in her private school skirt, white collared shirt, and mesmerizing smile.
While stroking my throbbing length with her right hand she reached through my legs from behind and heft my full, aching balls. "Mmm," she cooed, "my stud is quite full today, isn't he?"
As an answer, I leaned toward her face and shoved my needful tongue into her panting, open mouth. Her breathing quickened, thrilled at my lustful, demanding kiss. While clutching my cock with one hand and cradling my full aching orbs with the other, she fairly melted against me, such was her arousal. I could almost smell the enticing scent of her wet pussy even through her clothes.
Yes, Anna was a hot little number. My trainee. At 18, she was young and eager to please. The girl I could tell anything to, including my risque fantasies involving her fellow students at a northeastern school for girls where I taught History, Civics, and . . .
Anna began to talk about the girl we both watched through my classroom window - Sara, sweet sexy young Sara, standing maybe 25 feet away, next to a water fountain. Sara was talking to her friend Pam. Sara: Senior cheerleader and all-around beautiful hottie.
"She has a very pretty face, doesn't she, Master," Anna whispered. "I think you probably like her pretty mouth best of all, don't you?"
"Indeed, my sweet pupil, Sara does have a hot little mouth. I like her hot legs in her uniform too. I love the slits in her skirt."
"Mmm-Hmm," Anna moaned. "She does have very pretty legs. Her thighs are so toned, they don't even touch up top, do they? Does Master like her pretty breasts, too?" Anna queried.
I looked at the swell in Sara's little cheer sweater and thought of the loveliness that lived within. "Yes, I really love her titties.... they aren't too big, but just right."
"Mmm, I bet you wouldn't mind seeing me lick her nipples, would you..." Anna whispered. ?"I'm sure I couldn't resist biting and pulling on them like you do mine, sweet stud."
Anna's hand which cradled my full and lucky balls from the rear now came to her lips. I glanced at her. She gazed smokily into my eyes as she whetted her middle finger, sucking on it like she sucked my cock. After getting her middle finger wet with saliva, she returned to my behind, spreading my ass cheeks and nuzzling between them. Anna explored, rubbing my hole sexily, then nudging it up into me and wiggling it. I arched my back and bowed forward a bit but never took my eyes off sweet hot Sara.
"There's my good girl," I moaned. She worked her finger in and out of me just as I'd trained her.
"Master, would you please let me lick you down there, if I'm a good girl?"
I leaned over toward Anna and kissed her on the mouth again. Our tongues entwined and I licked her open mouth in sensuous reverie. "Good girl," I whispered. "Sara is so cute, and I really love that you are jacking me off like
this while I watch her."
Anna's breathing became quicker. "I love to jack you off, Master, especially when you are looking at a girl we both admire. Sara is fucking hot..." she panted as she stole another glance toward the oblivious hottie. Anna's busy, buried finger picked up pace, as did her jacking hand. I was getting very hot.
"Please master, are you going to let me lick you back there?" Poor Anna was desperate for me to respond. I teased her, ignoring the request.
Her desperate arousal was clearly evident. The dear sexy plaything gets totally turned on when jacking me off, licking my big balls, and more. Her sexy hips begin to flex in a brazen fucking motion, so I suggested, "Is my pretty girl ready to cum?" She groaned in agreement. "Then she shall take her pleasure now," I whispered. Crying out like a sexy angel, she quickly came without any physical stimulation of her own, except maybe the lovely soft texture of her hot little panties. I do love when she rubs her sexy pussy against my leg or foot and cums at my request while licking my big cock.
I reached down and nuzzled my hand below her button down men's white shirt and lacy little bra and find her nipple. I pinched the delicate young tit, pulling on it fairly roughly. Anna cried out in pleasure and pain, cumming again. Her lovely orgasm made my cock throb, so I grabbed her hair to bring her mouth to me... I looked down to she her hips buck as her orgasm subsided. I praised her, "There's a good little whore." She smiled sweetly. She loves when I call her a whore and a slut.
"You're such an amazing stud," she panted, her hand gripping my cock firmly and tugging. "Every girl in school is wet all day long just wishing they could hold what I have in my hand, and they swoon at the very idea of maybe being lucky enough to have you fuck their tight little mouths..." She neared another orgasm. "My beautiful Master, I'm such a lucky girl." Her panting was intoxicating, her hips flexing, her back arching.
She cried out and came right then as her finger drove deeper into me and her hand stroked steadily. "Oh! My god," she moaned. She was aching for a fuck, and I said as much.
"You need a good fucking, don't you pretty girl?" I whispered.
"Yes, I do, Master," she cooed, her eyes looking longingly at my cock in her delicate little hand. She gave it some quick tugs and then gazed up at me, pleading. "But I so wish you'd let me lick you first, Master deserves for me to service him. And I so wish you'd let me wrap my eager mouth around your beautiful cock... Please may I?" She batted her eyes. Her hips were flexing again. My goodness this girl was perfect.
"If you must, my sweet plaything, I cannot deny your wishes." I pushed her to her knees, so I now towered over my sweet young plaything. She gazed up at my face, my cock throbbing above hers.
Just as she'd been trained, she started by paying tribute to my testicles. She kissed them sweetly, knowing how much I love a naive, obedient girlish kiss. Then her mouth opened slightly to reveal her hungry tongue, again only gently beginning. Finally her mouth opened wide and she gave my balls long, spit-coating sucks and licks as she cooed lustily. Giving a few pointed prodding licks behind my balls, she whimpered, reaching up to grab my throbbing shaft to steer it toward her salivating mouth.
"How is our hot girlfriend doing outside, Master," Anna asked just as her mouth clutched onto the end of my cock. She suckled hungrily as I looked up.
Anna was on her knees, her feet out behind her, her legs spread, her little skirt askew, showing lots of delicious thigh.
Sara sat on a little bench outside, just across from me, absently parting her perfect legs. Her friend Pam had gone, and Sara was now alone, lost in her books. I glimpsed her little cheer shorts, which were made to be seen, of course, though the thought that these young ladies wore cheer panties that were made to be visible is somehow very, very hot. It is like permission to look at panties in a sexual way.
"Mmm, I can see sweet Sara's little cheer shorts, my plaything, they are shiny gold...."
Anna moaned, "Oh, master, I'm glad you have a chance to see your girl's panties. I know how much you enjoy that...." She was gripping my cock in her hand and sucking on the head. She licked and sucked hungrily. She took my left testicle into her warm inviting mouth and rolled it around in there, then took the other and did the same. She gave my balls a long, lovely lick or three.
I grabbed Anna's short hair by the sides of her head and brought her pretty mouth to my cock.
She whimpered, excited. "I'm gonna fuck your hot little mouth, pretty girl. You want your mouth fucked, baby?"
"Yes, Master!" She groaned in pleasure. I shoved it into her mouth and began bucking against her face. Her eyes rolled back in her head as she came from the very thrill of being my little mouth fuck plaything. She groaned, her hips moving, as I fucked her perfect mouth.
I looked out at Sara again, who still sat innocently on the bench, knees parted, shiny gold panties on display. I admired her medium sized tits through her cheer sweater, and thought about cumming on them, about sucking the nipples, about sharing them with Anna. I stared at the line of her jaw, and her regal nose, and the way her blond sexy hair wafted in the breeze.
I took a long scanning gaze down her waist and to her magnificent legs, parted and perfect, firm & athletic but feminine too. I was so in lust with pretty Sara at this moment, while fucking Anna's mouth.
"My precious little cocksucker, are you hungry?" I groaned to Anna, petting her pretty hair, as I continued to gaze at Sara.
Anna's reaction was lovely. With my cock still shoving into her mouth, she moaned in a higher pitch and nodded, pulling her mouth off me for a moment to pant, gripping my cock in both hands and jacking me off, licking the head lovingly, earnestly, desperately... "Oh Master, I'm SO hungry. Please feed me!" Her jacking of my cock was now combined with desperate, frantic sucking. She was crazed with cum lust.
I gazed down at Anna's beautiful face. She was looking at me, earnestly. "Please feed me your cum while you look at hot little Sara..."
I smiled broadly and patted her head again. "Play with your cunt, love," I huskily ordered. I heard her whimper and looked down to see her left hand frantically rubbing and jabbing her pussy. "Good girl. Take your pleasure." Her hips flexed beautifully against her hand as she cried out, my cock in her mouth muffling the sound. I felt a delicious tingle at the base of my cock, the ever-approaching explosion, tempted by the lovely scene I'd engineered. "That's my angel."
I looked out the window. Sara now sat with one foot propped on the bench as she read her Civics book. The view of her cheer panty-covered pussy was now every man's dream, the fabric pulled right over her lips, a crease between them.
I moaned aloud at the site of her. I was going crazy, and Anna was being a good little mouth fucked submissive. I continued to buck against her mouth, my pelvic hammering causing Anna's head to jerk back with every fucking motion forward.
I decided to change position and give Anna another assignment. I was close to coming and really wanted to make this dirty little tableau last.
I grabbed Anna's hair in both hands, holding her head still, while drawing my stiff saliva-coated shaft out from my little cock-sucker's mouth. Bringing her head forcefully downward, and flexing my hips upward, I dangled my balls over my sweet little Anna's mouth.
"Eat my big balls, my sweet little whore," I said lovingly. "Suck these big cum-filled orbs into your pretty little mouth."
She opened her hot little hole wide. For her, wide was still a slight opening, not nearly big enough to accommodate both of my balls without a bit of squeezing. My pretty girl, as I'd told her, had the tightest little mouth I'd ever had the pleasure of fucking.
Her eyes, smokey with lust and hunger, looked right into mine as she took one of my nuts into her mouth and suckled as ordered. I reached down to force the other one into her mouth, and she knelt there looking like a little squirrel with a mouthful of winter acorns, precious doll. Her suckling was enthusiastic and full of saliva, which ran down her chin and coated my nut sack.
Pulling my balls out of her mouth for a moment, she
licked teasingly behind my balls, approaching the secret naughty place I'd taught her about -- the place sophisticated men such as yours truly desire young ladies such as herself to service and worship.
"Oh Master, I hope you let me lick you there. Thoroughly."
She teased delightfully, not quite hitting ground zero but revealing that ground zero was indeed what she had in mind. This signal, of course, set my mind aflame. She returned to the more "innocent" sucking of my big balls, which now hung happily full, loose and brimming with the power she worshipped freely and opening.
After a minute -- during which I continued to gaze at Sara while stealing quick glances at the hot little number gobbling my big balls -- little Anna became inspired and returned to her previously begged-for.
She began to nudge further down below my balls, licking just where the crease of my ass crack begins. She was determined to find her treasure, so I obliged by putting one foot up on the shelving that ran along the windows.
This change in position gave Anna an unencumbered access to that which she craved. Bless the pretty angel, she found my ass hole with her precious tongue and set about licking me just as she'd been wanting to. She fairly panted her own pleasure.
She whimpered, and whispered, "Thank you so much, Master," as she nuzzled under me and, with deep gratitude, paid me her ultimate tribute. It was hot. "Oh," she cooed, "Thank you so much," as she tongued me. The sensation of her sexy young tongue becoming ever-so familiar with my hole, working in and out deeper and deeper, then slithering out to lick the puckered opening playfully, was mesmerizing. "Thank you, thank you, handsome teacher! I ever so needed to lick you here!"
My cock hovered patiently above her head, untouched for a few minutes while my angel attended to other matters. I was stiff and throbbing, anticipating the revisiting by my angel's perfect grip. I was not to be disappointed.
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