1. the Girl 2


    Date: 9/19/2015, Categories: Fantasy, Anal, BDSM, Blackmail, Blowjob, Bondage and restriction, Domination/submission, Lesbian, Mind Control, Author: Alter Ego Twoface, Rating: 90, Source: sexstories.com

    balls. She licked his shaft. She sucked the head. She deapthoated like a pro, producing lot of throat saliva. With that saliva she rose and titty-fucked him too. She bopped her head frantically up and down. And she kissed and caressed the rock hard member with passion. She did all of it keeping eye contact looking quite like a lioness. Dad was paralyzed. She swallowed every drop and thanked him for it. The she put back her suit, got out of the car and took off on her bike. It was an easy decision for Dad not to confront Mom when he got home. Yes, he did watch her cheat, but what did he just do himself – and what was he planning on doing? They both acted like nothing out of the ordinary happened. * * * They met outside the Dame’s office building. Dad was as always in a suit when working. The Girl was – well she was hot. She was in a grey business suit, the tight skirt not covering her knees, the white silk shirt buttoned tight under the feminine shaped jacked. Hair pulled tight in a ponytail. Black stockings and high heels. And to complete the picture – a pair of glasses that she didn’t really need. In the elevator going all the way to floor 24 she adjusted and tightened his neck tie. Then with a sudden impulse as realizing something, she pressed the stop button. She checked the time. “We have about 8 minutes”, she said. “Will that be enough for you to get off?”. As Dad hesitated, she started to work on his pants. “The thing is,” she explained, “I need your stamina up there. ...
    We can’t have you finishing off in ten minutes. I figure you will endure quite a bit more if you came now, for instance in my ass”. The cock was out in the open and not completely limp. She turned around facing the elevator mirror and lifted her skirt. Under the skirt were suspenders for the stockings, but no underwear. She bent over, offering her perfect ass to Dad. His eyes started at the high heeled shoes and rose slowly up the completely straight seams of the stockings. When his glare rested upon the pink bullseye of the dartboard her round ass looked like, seeing her index finger already probing the little brown star, he was fully erect. There mere sight was almost enough to get him off. He lent forward and sent a gob of spit to her rectum, then pressed his bulbous head in the same direction. She took it like a pro, maybe she had prepared, Dad thought. In three strokes he hit bottom and she didn’t make a sound. Being a gentleman he started wondering about her pleasure and remembered how easily satisfied she was. Her quietness seemed a bit odd – but then he remembered the purpose; he was supposed to get off asap, and a load of female cumjuice on their suits wouldn’t make the best start for the meeting. So Dad fiested on the sight of his hot assistant as he plowed away in her butt hole. When he started he had seven minutes left. As it turned out, four was enough. He came in her rectum, withdrew and zipped his pants. The Girl did even less. She rose, pressed the elevator ...
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