me,” he demanded. “I want you looking into my eyes while those pretty red lips of yours are sucking on my cock!” For the first time the thought occurred to her: ‘What if their fearless leader wasn’t completely sane?’
“Unfortunately for you, since this cock has just been used to fuck your little girlfriend, you’re going to have to work a just a bit harder to make him stand up and take notice. My crew here has a bet that you can’t do it. But what do they know? I told them they’re wrong. I told them a good-looking cunt like number 9 would have lots of practice, hundreds of guys just begging for a blowjob from those sweet lips.”
He looked down with immense pleasure on the woman who was his: the fine-modeling of Mallory’s exquisitely carved face; the high-chiseled cheekbones, the luxuriant frame of soft black hair, long and thick and silky, loosely hanging to her shoulders; the natural pride in those haughty, aristocratic features, the startling blue of those bright intelligent eyes.
“Now, don’t embarrass me in front of my men. Show us what you can do.” A silence followed “Go on! Suck me off, you worthless cunt. And you better do a good job, or it’s back over the chair you go, and I’ll whip that insolent ass of yours so you won’t be able to sit for a week!”
He took a step closer, and waited. And she reached for him and with the lightest touch of her fingers, lifted his flaccid manhood on her cradling fingertips. He sighed.
Mallory took a deep breath and wrapped her cool slender fingers around his soft penis, she sensed the faint twinge of renewed lust that shot through his limp cock, felt it stir in her hand.
“Yeah, that’s good, go on…play with it a little. “
The girl obeyed, dutifully fingering her master’s prick, which gradually swelled under her ministrations, awakening once more to uncoil to its full length.
“Yeah..that’s it” She could sense him struggling to control his voice. “Now, my balls. Take ‘em out and play with my balls.
Carefully she peeled back the open fly of his black jeans, slid her fingers into the opening, cuddled the hairy sac she found there, and eased the rest of his masculine equipment out into the air. Warm and heavy was the softly furred sac that filled the cup of her curled fingers. She hefted their weight, caressed his balls, and gently rolled them, kneading them in her soft, delicate hand. She heard the man’s shivering moan of pleasure. His cock was rejuvenating, thickening, lengthening before her very eyes.
“Go on, lick them. Lick my balls.”
He looked down on the crown of her thick mane, waiting, wary for the first sign of resistance. But the girl did as she was told, submissively lowering her head, extending her tongue, to stab and lick at his hairy scrotum. She got a tight-lipped grunt from him as she flattened her tongue and drew it lavishly up the hanging sac. His hands were on her head, the fingers digging into the softness of her thick mane.
“Ohh, that’s good, baby. Yeah. Now do it. Suck my cock.” It was a low, whispered command.
She gave up his balls, and leaned forward, licking her lips, bringing them to the tip of the cock that by now had risen up as a semi-rigid blossom, awaiting her attention with a renewed surge of arousal. She was aware of the other men who were watching her with lust in their narrowed eyes, closing in now to crowd around her, to better see as she sucked cock. She sensed their arousal, the lusty, masculine presence. Kip was somewhere behind her. Helpless, and paralyzed from her own recent ordeal, the younger girl could do nothing but watch her mentor’s humiliation from her place where she sat, entranced by the eroticism of the unfolding scene.
Mallory reached out to take the man in hand, curled her fingers around the stiffening shaft, and tilted the bulbous head forward towards her pursed lips. Her nostrils flared as they filled with the smells of dried male spendings, mixed with a
“Unfortunately for you, since this cock has just been used to fuck your little girlfriend, you’re going to have to work a just a bit harder to make him stand up and take notice. My crew here has a bet that you can’t do it. But what do they know? I told them they’re wrong. I told them a good-looking cunt like number 9 would have lots of practice, hundreds of guys just begging for a blowjob from those sweet lips.”
He looked down with immense pleasure on the woman who was his: the fine-modeling of Mallory’s exquisitely carved face; the high-chiseled cheekbones, the luxuriant frame of soft black hair, long and thick and silky, loosely hanging to her shoulders; the natural pride in those haughty, aristocratic features, the startling blue of those bright intelligent eyes.
“Now, don’t embarrass me in front of my men. Show us what you can do.” A silence followed “Go on! Suck me off, you worthless cunt. And you better do a good job, or it’s back over the chair you go, and I’ll whip that insolent ass of yours so you won’t be able to sit for a week!”
He took a step closer, and waited. And she reached for him and with the lightest touch of her fingers, lifted his flaccid manhood on her cradling fingertips. He sighed.
Mallory took a deep breath and wrapped her cool slender fingers around his soft penis, she sensed the faint twinge of renewed lust that shot through his limp cock, felt it stir in her hand.
“Yeah, that’s good, go on…play with it a little. “
The girl obeyed, dutifully fingering her master’s prick, which gradually swelled under her ministrations, awakening once more to uncoil to its full length.
“Yeah..that’s it” She could sense him struggling to control his voice. “Now, my balls. Take ‘em out and play with my balls.
Carefully she peeled back the open fly of his black jeans, slid her fingers into the opening, cuddled the hairy sac she found there, and eased the rest of his masculine equipment out into the air. Warm and heavy was the softly furred sac that filled the cup of her curled fingers. She hefted their weight, caressed his balls, and gently rolled them, kneading them in her soft, delicate hand. She heard the man’s shivering moan of pleasure. His cock was rejuvenating, thickening, lengthening before her very eyes.
“Go on, lick them. Lick my balls.”
He looked down on the crown of her thick mane, waiting, wary for the first sign of resistance. But the girl did as she was told, submissively lowering her head, extending her tongue, to stab and lick at his hairy scrotum. She got a tight-lipped grunt from him as she flattened her tongue and drew it lavishly up the hanging sac. His hands were on her head, the fingers digging into the softness of her thick mane.
“Ohh, that’s good, baby. Yeah. Now do it. Suck my cock.” It was a low, whispered command.
She gave up his balls, and leaned forward, licking her lips, bringing them to the tip of the cock that by now had risen up as a semi-rigid blossom, awaiting her attention with a renewed surge of arousal. She was aware of the other men who were watching her with lust in their narrowed eyes, closing in now to crowd around her, to better see as she sucked cock. She sensed their arousal, the lusty, masculine presence. Kip was somewhere behind her. Helpless, and paralyzed from her own recent ordeal, the younger girl could do nothing but watch her mentor’s humiliation from her place where she sat, entranced by the eroticism of the unfolding scene.
Mallory reached out to take the man in hand, curled her fingers around the stiffening shaft, and tilted the bulbous head forward towards her pursed lips. Her nostrils flared as they filled with the smells of dried male spendings, mixed with a
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