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Of my mouth. He takes my head in his hands and guides it quickly up and down his cock. It hit's the back of my throat and my gag reflex kicks it. I gag and cough. He only laughs. I suck and eat at it hungrily. Now addicted to his cock I never want to stop sucking it. I suck him for over an hour and my mouth is numb. He must notice it, because he grabs me off of his cock by my hair. Throwing onto the bed, he gets on all fours on top of me. "Now little whore, you have proven yourself to be quite a good cock sucker, lets see what you can do with that virgin pussy of ...
Good Daddy?" Silence fills the air and he does not look at me. I repeat myself again. "Daddy, does that feel okay?" "Um...yes I suppose it does."He barks back almost as if he is unsure on how to answer it. "Good, I only want to please you" I say back, sure of myself "Go ahead and start to make dinner, I am going to go up and change" I can feel he is uncomfortable with my being so close, so I back off and hit the kitchen. I am disappointed that he has pushed me away, but I just go about my cooking ...
Helen was delighted to feel his stiffening cock pressed against her mid-section. She introduced herself and he did likewise. His name, he said, was George. He was a tall, well built guy with a fair complexion - the kind, she thought, that shows her welts so nicely. Helen, while encouraging him as they danced, also remained a tad aloof. She was psychologically applying those age-old principles of dominance - affection and denial - by at one moment drawing him close, squeezing his hand and otherwise letting him ...