Cuckold Phone Sex-My Obedient Slave Pt 1-Lau-A-0006 5-29-23

Knowing my obedient slave was upstairs waiting, made christening every room with the smell of sex even sweeter.

We’d started as soon as we unlocked the door, almost falling through it in our haste to enjoy private pleasure. The hallway fuck was fast and hard. Subsequently, he turned me round, yanked my shorts and panties down, and pushed his ready cock inside my waiting pussy. I’m sure my obedient slave could hear us from where he was tied up in his bedroom. My palms were flat on the wall, and I pushed back on him, pleading with his cock for more demanding, deeper thrusts. His rock-hard, long thick dick filled my tight wet cunt. I needed everything he had to give, and he fucked me with fast enough strokes to shoot his first load deep inside me. He grabbed my wrist and led me into the front room of.

I looked briefly around the ordinary room before he pushed me down on the sofa by my shoulders.

Looking up, I caught his beautifully evil smile and merciless blue eyes. He brought his still-hard cock close to my face, certainly I automatically opened my mouth. My pussy juice and the salty taste of his cum mingled together as I swept my tongue over his shiny cock head. My lips closed over the sensitive skin of his manhood as I followed up with intimate kisses and soft licks and flicks over every millimeter.

I shuffled forwards as I took more of him into my mouth.

My tongue and sucked in cheeks welcoming him with an embrace that I hoped mimicked my tight cunt. Nether of which my obedient slave had ever been allow please from other than as my clean-up boy. Once his cock head touched the back of my throat, he couldn’t control himself any longer. He held me there for a few seconds and pulled me back by my hair, slowly working my mouth up and down his shaft. As a result, his breaths alternated between deep and ragged, with audible gasps and moans.

I could tell his orgasm would be soon—those small but familiar warnings and then the explosion.

The thrill of sucking his cock had caused my pussy to clench and ache with the need for him inside me again. As a result, a slippery mess of cunt juice and cum from my pussy had stained the couch where I’d been sitting.
It made me want to leave more stains around my slave’s home.

The room at the back of the house was the kitchen.

“Time to dine, and I’m hungry,” he said, giving me a wicked smile. He put me on the table’s edge, pulling my shorts and panties down to my ankles. As he pushed my knees apart, I let them fall. He pulled up one of the chairs between my spread legs with the air of a man about to enjoy his last meal on death row. As I began to lie down to give him better access, he suddenly stopped me, struck with inspiration. He untied a floral cushion from one of the chairs and shoved it underneath my ass.

My hips raised, presenting all of my pussy for him.

Then another realization. My juices would spill out on the cushion for my obedient slave to explain to his wife. He knew it too. The full impact of his evil genius caused even more, to pool between my thighs. I felt the warmth of his breath as he moved his face close to my needy cunt. This was undoubtedly the most exciting meal ever eaten in this kitchen, and my obedient slave would know it every time he sees the messes we were leaving around his and his wife’s house.

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