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Always owned by MD part 2Continued from Part 1……………….I waited, logged in to gmail chat. I waited for MD to log in, that little icon to go green. She had instructed me to be online at 9pm. It was now 915 and I began to grow anxious as my cock strained against my panties. The panties were black with a floral pattern on both the back and front which was lacy and see through in parts.I got a fright when my phone vibrated, it was MD, the txt read, are you on gmail chat? Yes, I replied. And how are you dressed? the next txt said. I’m wearing only stockings and panties Mistress, I explained. Good, is your front door unlocked? I was completely confused by this txt but informed her that it wasn’t. She txt back ordering me to unlock the door, return to my bedroom and wait on my knees, facing the door, eyes closed and looking down. My cock was so hard at this stage it was beginning to hurt in the panties. I was incredibly nervous when I got down on my knees in the bedroom. MD knew where I lived but she had never been to my house before. I began panicking. MD had also told me she would train me up to suck cock and serve men. Was someone coming over? was it going to be her? Was it going to be some stranger she’d found on the net? A friend of hers? Am I even ready to suck a cock? Do I want to? I was completely vulnerable. I heard the door open, then the lock click behind whoever it was, Whoever it was I could hear them move through the house, they were trying to find me. Finally the bedroom door creaked open. I could sense someone in front of me, not much more than a meter.Do you realise how pathetic you look slut? The voice was MDs, my pulse quickened, I was beyond aroused. I felt as though I was about to lose all control.I’m sorry I look pathetic Mistress, I replied. Why are you dressed like a fucking whore? she asked. I replied that I look like a whore because she ordered me to. So, she asked, I could hear the smile in her voice, you’ll do anything I say, is that right? Yes Mistress. We’ll see slut, we’ll see, open your eyes. I open my eyes and looked up at her. I didn’t say look at me I said open your eyes, she scolded. I cast my eyes to her bursa escort feet but I did get a chance to see her. She was wearing a dress with this straps, her arms exposed. Her dress hugged her tits, which looked great, then flowed out around her hips. You could still see her wonderful curves, however not as much as I’d like. She looked great, her lips as red as ever, her hair shorter than the last time I’d seen her. She had new glasses, thicker rims which complimented her striking features. MD circled me as I knelt there. I could feel her eyes on me as she looked me over. how long has your cock been hard slut? She asked. At least two hours, I told her. She laughed a little as she stood in front of me again. Head back slut, look at the ceiling, she instructed, open your mouth. I complied. She took a step toward me, towering over me as her hand clasped my throat. She was still grinning as the first string of spit dribbled into my mouth. She dribbled several more times into my mouth before leaning closer and spitting directly into my face four or five times, I closed my eyes as she slapped me hard several times. She then shoved three fingers in my mouth, forcing them into my throat. I gagged. MD then took her fingers out of my throat before wiping her hand all over my face, spreading the mess everywhere. You NEVER forget who owns you sissy, you’re mine, forever, if I have to mark my territory like that again, I will. Yes Mistress, thank you I replied. MD lifted her dress, she wasn’t wearing and panties. Her nails dug into the back of my head as she pulled my head forward. She put on leg up on the bed, spreading her beautiful cunt open. I got a brief glimpse of her pink wetness before my face was buried in her sweet cunt. instinctively I began licking, my tongue seeking out her clit. Her hips bucked forward a little as I licked and sucked greedily at her. I was in my place. My true place, on my knees, worshiping my goddess. MD pushed me back and pulled her dress back down. Stand up slut. I stood and she manhandled me toward the bed, pushing my flat on my stomach, my cock crushed into the bed under my weight. I felt her nails on my back, on my ass, bursa escort bayan down my legs. She laughed a little as she scratched me. I then felt her nails grabbing the stockings on my legs. That’s better isn’t it slut? now you look like the cheap slut you are you cheap street walking whore. She lay next to me, one of her hands snaked under me and I lay on my stomach, her arm was around my throat, the other hand rested on my ass before she started spanking me. There was no counting, no rhythm, she hit me again and again, this was not punishment, this was her doing what she pleased, asserting her dominance. As she spanked me, her other hand tightened around my throat, I could feel myself going red, my heart beating in my ears as she laughed. Pathetic, she said, I bet this makes you pathetic cock drip. I fat whore like you will do anything for attention. Anything to get touched, milked, violated, isn’t that right you fuckhole? Yes Mistress, I’m just a desperate slut, feverish and desperate for any kind of attention.Her hand moved away from my ass found its way to my mouth. She shoved three fingers into my mouth, not just my mouth but my throat I gagged. Lube them up slut, she ordered, suck them like the cocks I’ll have you sucking by the end of the week. I’ll be charging you out at $20 a bj. She took her hand away as the other hand covered my mouth. I felt her part my ass with her saliva covered fingers. MD pushed two fingers into my ass with no hesitation, I struggled and tried to move away, all this did was tighten her grip on my and her shifting more weight onto me. Now now slut, be a good girl for mummy, she wants your ass nice and wide for her friends when the fuck you and fill you up with their cum. MD’s fingers moved in and out of me and her words swan through my head. I was completely out of control, completely hers. I stopped resisting and starting pushing back, wanting her deeper in me,wanting to please her. That’s is it fat whore, she hissed in my ear, be a good little faggot. I felt something smooth and rounded replace the sensation of her fingers. She pushed my buttplug into me, my ass straining to accommodate its size. Good escort bursa fuckhole, you took that well, now. That does not come out until I say so, understand? I nodded. MD got up off the bed and pushed me to my knees next to it. She moved up on the bed, placing my wife’s pillow between her legs. Now slut, you may cum on Mistress’ asshole. With that she reached back and pulled her dress up and parted her asshole. I got on my knees behind her, my knees just inside her upturned feet. I admired her milky white ass, her dark pink asshole and the red nails that spread her ass apart, showing me what I wanted. Needed. I could see her cum glistening on her pussy as she ground her cunt into my wife’s pillow. I started jerking my cock, it was slick and dripping. Jerking was painful after being pressed against fabric for so long. Within a minute I announced I was ready to cum, she turned back, her eyes, filled with disgust, met mine. Disgusting fucking bitch, cum on my asshole then. My cum shot onto and over her asshole in several thick ribbons. I stayed on my knees, admiring MDs wonderful curves, the glimpse of her cunt I was allowed and her round, smooth ass. Her hands came away from her ass and moved to her cunt, her fingers, slick with my cum began rubbing her cunt furiously. Clean me whore she said, slightly out of breath. With that, I leaned forward and began licking her asshole, I gathered all of my lines of cum. Cum covered my nose, lips and chin. My ass slut, worship my ass, feast on your own filth as you eat my asshole. Licking assholes is what desperate faggot sluts like you do best. I furiously licked her ass and pushed my tongue as deep as it would go as her rubbing of her cunt became more and more furious and her hips bobbed up and down. I felt her body shudder as she came, her ass pushing back harder as wave after wave of pleasure had her bucking against my wife’s pillow. Get away from me you filthy cunt, she said without even catching her breath. I moved away from her as she made a point of dragging her wet, wet cunt across the pillow. She stood up and pulled her dress down. She reached out and grabbed the base of my balls and cock roughly, tugging it. The rules. 1, you don’t wash that pillow. 2, you don’t take that plug out until I order you to. Now, I’m going home to my husband to be fucked by a real man. With that she walked out as I lay there panting.
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