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“My finger is wiggling in my pussy right now.”“April May, I didn’t need to know that.”“June. June-June. That is absolutely something you need to know,” April May sighed. Nothing was more important than getting to June but on some days that seemed impossible. She took in a deep breath, held it for a few seconds, and then let it expire. Holding a glistening finger at eye level, she said, “You don’t have to be so uptight. You can relax.”She silently focused on the dewy digit.“April May!”She stood rigid at the sound of her Master’s voice. June was forgotten as she scampered off to dress for dinner: nothing but five-inch sandals, sparkling ruby-red to match the color on her toes. She presented herself, staring blindly at his throat. Devin kissed her forehead and whispered, “Down.” April May’s eyelids dropped a little, her shoulders drooped a little and her lips parted. He stepped aside, just out of her line of sight, and took measure.He liked short girls. He liked short girls with big tits and tight waists. And naked – girls should be naked, at least when it was practical. Her haunches, while small, were muscular, as were her legs. He also liked his girls to be open-minded free-thinkers, when they were allowed to have thoughts.She didn’t flinch as he drew a finger through her parted labia. Rolling her juices over his fingertips in front of her face, he touched her shoulder and said, “Up.” She blinked. “Have you been talking with June?”“Yes, Master, whenever she will listen to me, and even if she’s not listening, I whisper to her.”“Good girl.”April May juddered. She lived for that.“But?”“But she’s afraid. How can someone be free and obedient, she would say. I corrected her, of course. I told her she can freely give her will. How is getting lost in promiscuity freeing me? I told her I do not open my legs freely but I am free to open my legs. I told her I have a Master but I am not a slave. One must have a Master in order to be set free, and that you are the one to set her free.”“Good girl.”April May Üsküdar Escort meekly squeaked her thanks.“You are hungry?” Her eyes widened and she nodded quickly. “Then eat.”April May squatted before her Master’s crotch, deftly freeing his cock. She held it steepled in her hands and bowed, touching her forehead to it. Thank you for this greatest and grandest of cocks.She gobbled it up as if she hadn’t had his cock in her mouth for days, weeks, … forever. She looked up at him for his cues except when she dared to look down upon his phallus to marvel at its perfection. An occasional drop escaped from her cunt and tracked along her ass to drip its final inch onto the floor.Two rewards – there were always two rewards. The first was his cream, sweet and plentiful, satiating and filling, filling her mouth and belly. When her Master came, she came – she always came. Her cunt collapsed upon itself and screamed out again even before the second helping powerfully jetted down her throat. Devin’s cock softened in her mouth but she never knew that. She kept sucking and would keep sucking until she was told she was free to stop.“April May – on your back.” She lay spread-eagle, staring blankly at the ceiling. “Lift your legs. More. Higher.” Devin stuffed his cock back into his pants, finished for now, and admired the canvases on the floor. The canvas of her body was painted often by him or his friends, his patrons who admired his art. The canvas of her mind was more impressive, easily whitewashed and painted over again save for one small stubborn spot.“Feel the cock sliding into your cunt, April May.”“Oooh.” She spread her legs a little more to accommodate the phantom phallus, keeping them raised.“The cock feels good, so very, very good. One cock is good and two cocks are better, aren’t they? Two cocks gliding in and out, out and in. Two cocks are better, aren’t they?”“Yess…”“Three. Feel three cocks now, three cocks fucking you. They fit just right, don’t they? Your cunt can grow, Üsküdar Escort Bayan it can take three cocks. It can take four. There are four cocks in your cunt, four cocks taking turns hitting all the right spots. How many cocks are in your cunt, April May?”She moaned, “Four. There are four cocks fucking me.” She lifted her tits from her sides to smash them together, twisting and tweaking her nipples.“No, there are five cocks, five cocks in your cunt, squirming inside you, each wanting to make you cum. Would you like to cum, April May?”“Yess, cumm….”“You can’t cum yet. You want desperately to cum, but you can’t yet. Six. Six cocks inside, six inside your growing cunt. Seven.”“Oh, gaw…”“Eight. Now there are eight big, fat, long cocks, cocks like steel, cocks like snakes, cocks full of cum are stuffing your big fat cunt. Nine. Ten. Ten cocks are fucking you; ten cocks want you to cum. You’re more cunt than woman now. All you are is a fantastic cunt with heart and lungs to keep your cunt alive. What are you, April May?”“Gawd oh gawd I’m a cunt.”“What are you?”“I’m a giant cunt. I am heart and lungs and cunt and nothing more.” Her legs were as high as she could raise them and spread as far apart as they could be.“The first cock will cum soon. When it cums, so will you. You will cum every time a cock cums. Three, two, one, the cock is pulsing, throbbing, cumming inside you.“Ooh!”“Another cock is cumming now. And a third. Three cocks are cumming and you’re cumming with each one. Four, five, there’s so much cum inside, it’s so hot. The cocks start to pull out. Six, seven. You cum again and again. Eight, nine, ten. Ten cocks have cum!”April May’s legs dropped as she convulsed on the floor, moaning as the cocks vanished and their deposits melted away.“Down.”She immediately stopped moving. Her breaths became deep and regular, her half-closed eyes rolled to one side, and there were contented curls at the ends of her mouth. “You’re a woman again,” Devin assured her. Escort Üsküdar “Your happy cunt is as it was, tight and happy, even tighter than before. You are free to rest now. Rest, April May, rest for an hour and go home, remembering how good you feel and nothing more.”~~~June was heading for home. Running always made her feel good, feel free, even feel aroused if she dared to think of herself in that way. April May was right to suggest her running outfit. Yoga shorts that were a size too small and worn without panties increased her stride without chafing. Her camel toe was all in her imagination, April May had told her, and nobody was staring at her camel toe. Nobody was staring at her tightly-held breasts as they spilled over the top of her sports bra and nobody was looking at her camel toe.“How was your run?” April May asked when June stepped out of the shower.“Wonderful as always. It’s funny how I zone out when I run. I never remember much of it at all.”“Free of care?”“Yes.”“Free of mind? Free of thought?”“In a way, yes.”“My Master does that for me.”“So you have said.”“Relax and think about that.”June had thought a lot about that. April May was always suggesting how happy she’d be if she gave herself – her self. As tempting as that sounded some days, there was always a small part of her that wanted to hang on. She came out of her reverie and noticed April May was gone. That was just like her, feeling free to come and go as she pleased.Her towel was tossed next to the full-length mirror. June was fit, more than fit, yet she felt that her body had betrayed her dreams. She had the tits and ass of a Broadway dancer but she was too short to be a chorus girl. She studied ballet for years, but she was too top-heavy for that, or for competitive gymnastics. She settled for a job that used her mind more than her body, which April May always said was a waste. June cartwheeled to her stripper pole and leaped up, wrapping a knee around it. She didn’t remember when she put the pole in; it was almost as if it had just appeared one day, or maybe it had always been there.~~~June dressed for work, including her waist-training corset. April May was right, as usual. The smaller her waist became, the tighter and stronger her core was and the freer she was from back pain from carrying her big girls.
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