seemed to double how amazing I felt. Paul really is a yummy man and feeling his hardness against me and his lips on my neck made me melt in his insistent hands. My body knew what it wanted.
And yet, in my mind I begged Andrew’s forgiveness for my weakness. I should have been doing more to stop Paul. But I didn’t know whether I should ... it wasn’t fair! He led me by the hand up to the master bedroom. I was practically hyperventilating. There before us my clamps and vibrator were strewn across the bed.
“The scene of the crime,” he muttered.
Without warning he pushed me onto the bed, face first. I started to back up on my elbows, breathing hard. He grasped me by the ankles and twisted me, turning me over and throwing my legs apart. I was so ashamed by how hot I was I just flopped back and closed my eyes, praying my Master would forgive me for what I allowed to happen.
Not a word was spoken as he stripped and laid my robe aside. He climbed onto me and I gasped as he slid his very hard and very thick cock straight into me. He was no match for Andrew in length but by god he stretched me good. In no time I had given into my passion. I felt so weak and so ashamed. I swore and cursed him for his endurance as wrapped my arms and legs around him and he fucked me through three orgasms. He fucked me fast, then slow, then fast again. It was blissfully good. He was driving me insane with pleasure when suddenly he stopped and I felt him throbbing inside me. He said he was very close. Then he pulled out.
I lay there for a moment trying to catch my breath. When I opened my eyes, he was gone! Getting up on very shaky legs, I looked around upstairs, then made my way downstairs to find him. God, I’d been so well fucked. I was finding it hard to remember why I felt guilty. I mean, I felt repulsed by my weakness, and embarrassed by my behaviour , but mostly I felt well fucked!
I found him in the bathroom, naked and with his back to me, and I couldn’t see what he was doing. He turned around and saw me watching him. He has a lovely body. His cock was thick and shiny as he fisted it and smirked, putting the jar of Vaseline on the counter. He started coming towards me and I held up my hands to hold him off. I told him we shouldn’t be doing this and Andrew would find out and I would be in so much trouble! He just shushed me like I didn’t know what I was saying. My robe still hung from my shoulders and Paul peeled it back, letting it fall to the floor. He picked it up and withdrew the belt of the robe and turned me around, tying my hands together behind me.
He said, “Sweet Dominique, Andrew is the one who told me to come over here ... and to fuck you.”
I was shocked. I started to cry again as Paul guided me back downstairs to the lounge room. He was telling me everything would be ok. Andrew wanted me to be happy. I thought he was going to paddle me again. Once more he made me lie face down over the couch, but instead of paddling me, he pushed himself back into me. I could feel his cock stretching me and it felt all oily and very smooth. God, it felt so good. I started cursing under my breath again, “Fuck. Oh, fuck, please. Mmmm , ohhh Godddd ...”
His oiled finger slid into my ass, then back and forth. The sensation reminded me of when Andrew did it. I felt dizzy. He pushed a thumb into my ass, then it felt like he pushed in the other thumb and was prising me apart. All the while he was fucking me into oblivion. I just let myself go and relaxed with the feelings like Andrew had taught me. Paul must have been satisfied because he pulled out of my hot and squelching pussy and thrust hard into my ass. That first thrust knocked the wind out of me and delayed my scream by a second.
And yet, in my mind I begged Andrew’s forgiveness for my weakness. I should have been doing more to stop Paul. But I didn’t know whether I should ... it wasn’t fair! He led me by the hand up to the master bedroom. I was practically hyperventilating. There before us my clamps and vibrator were strewn across the bed.
“The scene of the crime,” he muttered.
Without warning he pushed me onto the bed, face first. I started to back up on my elbows, breathing hard. He grasped me by the ankles and twisted me, turning me over and throwing my legs apart. I was so ashamed by how hot I was I just flopped back and closed my eyes, praying my Master would forgive me for what I allowed to happen.
Not a word was spoken as he stripped and laid my robe aside. He climbed onto me and I gasped as he slid his very hard and very thick cock straight into me. He was no match for Andrew in length but by god he stretched me good. In no time I had given into my passion. I felt so weak and so ashamed. I swore and cursed him for his endurance as wrapped my arms and legs around him and he fucked me through three orgasms. He fucked me fast, then slow, then fast again. It was blissfully good. He was driving me insane with pleasure when suddenly he stopped and I felt him throbbing inside me. He said he was very close. Then he pulled out.
I lay there for a moment trying to catch my breath. When I opened my eyes, he was gone! Getting up on very shaky legs, I looked around upstairs, then made my way downstairs to find him. God, I’d been so well fucked. I was finding it hard to remember why I felt guilty. I mean, I felt repulsed by my weakness, and embarrassed by my behaviour , but mostly I felt well fucked!
I found him in the bathroom, naked and with his back to me, and I couldn’t see what he was doing. He turned around and saw me watching him. He has a lovely body. His cock was thick and shiny as he fisted it and smirked, putting the jar of Vaseline on the counter. He started coming towards me and I held up my hands to hold him off. I told him we shouldn’t be doing this and Andrew would find out and I would be in so much trouble! He just shushed me like I didn’t know what I was saying. My robe still hung from my shoulders and Paul peeled it back, letting it fall to the floor. He picked it up and withdrew the belt of the robe and turned me around, tying my hands together behind me.
He said, “Sweet Dominique, Andrew is the one who told me to come over here ... and to fuck you.”
I was shocked. I started to cry again as Paul guided me back downstairs to the lounge room. He was telling me everything would be ok. Andrew wanted me to be happy. I thought he was going to paddle me again. Once more he made me lie face down over the couch, but instead of paddling me, he pushed himself back into me. I could feel his cock stretching me and it felt all oily and very smooth. God, it felt so good. I started cursing under my breath again, “Fuck. Oh, fuck, please. Mmmm , ohhh Godddd ...”
His oiled finger slid into my ass, then back and forth. The sensation reminded me of when Andrew did it. I felt dizzy. He pushed a thumb into my ass, then it felt like he pushed in the other thumb and was prising me apart. All the while he was fucking me into oblivion. I just let myself go and relaxed with the feelings like Andrew had taught me. Paul must have been satisfied because he pulled out of my hot and squelching pussy and thrust hard into my ass. That first thrust knocked the wind out of me and delayed my scream by a second.
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