G ... ..'s awakening

G….. woke up feeling strange. She could neither see nor find out anything. She was lying boldness down but her F cup breasts were not being squashed by her soundbox system of weights as they should take in been. Next she noticed that she could not move, her wrists were strapped below her to what seemed like the legs of some variety of Bench, her thighs were strapped in a standardised mode holding her in an all fours position with her ramification apart. She sensed that she was naked but she did not feel cold, far from it her body was being wracked by uncontrollable convulsions of incredibly pleasurable sensations that seemed to be coming from everywhere at once.

She tried to elucidate her mind and concentrate, to try to see if she could work out just what was happening to her. It was very difficult as her tummy muscles were contracting in a earthly concern of delight all their own ; her puss was hot, spread out, full moon and self-conceited and crocked, empty and convulsing all at once. Her white meat were both being stimulated at the Saame time. Her teat were being stretched, not very gently, as if they were being lengthened and pulled off her titty, the sensation was incredible and adding to the utmost pleasance she was feeling between her legs.
As her body was wracked with one orgasm after another it was almost impossible to concentrate enough to work out what was happening to her.

Then she felt it…..the natural language between her legs slurping her saturated kitty-cat and pouting arsehole. Whoever was licking her knew exactly what they were doing. A man with such a beautiful warm tongue was a exceptional man indeed."OMG ”, she cried out as she felt his clapper slip inside her surface twat. He was fucking her with his lingua, she could not trust it. She convulsed again in another climax as his knife touched her G spot.
With undulation of pleasance flowing through her eubstance it was heavily to think of anything at all, but she was determined to ferment out what was happening to her ; she had to know if only because she must ask her Master to do it again, it was such a wonderful feeling. She forced herself to try to think back to the time before she went to sleep…..

Then, suddenly, it started to become cleared to her.

Her Master had strapped her pile to her"facts of life Bench ”, a low coffee tree table that he had modified so that her breasts hung down through two boastfully, padded holes for her greater comfort. He must have attached her"Milking automobile"to her bosom when she was asleep and turned it on because the feeling of her mammilla being stretched and sucked gave her the most unbelievable sensations in her cunt, causing it to intumesce and overflow with lubrication. She remembered that she had her period and her menstrual succus combined with the ego lubrication caused by the"Milking Machine"must be the ground why the possessor of the probing spit was licking her so hungrily.
Her captain had put ear muffs on her so that she could hear nothing and had put a blindfold on her so that she could not see because it intensified her sense of feeling so much and increased her pleasure to an unbelievable grade.

She experienced such intense happiness when she lived in that instant when they fucked, thinking of nix else but his strong cock in her clinging puss. She knew he liked her to contract her snatch muscles and grasp his pecker as he fucked her. They both enjoyed the extra tactile sensation immensely. She practiced her"Pelvic Floor"exercises every day and knew that she could transfix his putz really hard with her cunt ; this made him groan and tug him to pound her even harder increasing their pleasure levels even more……..

But she was forgetting, being side-tracked….who's tongue was it that was eating her cunt right now ? ... ... ... .it was warm, easygoing and oh, so long…..OMG ! ! She was being spit fucked ; she almost lost consciousness with the intense pleasance of her orgasms as he probed her cunt ceaselessly. She could feel his hot breath all over her genitals as he slurped her flowing juices down, driving her absolutely wild………wild ?

She struggled to drag her creative thinker back from the brink of ecstasy…….then, at net she cried out in realization……..Dakota, her Master's dog with his shiny, shortsighted black coating, floppy capitulum and flaccid Robert Brown oculus. He was a big, hansom, friendly, lovable boy with an inquisitive nose and large balls. Her Master had always wanted him to"get laid"her and he was certainly going about it the right wing way.

G….. realised that her schoolmaster must own decided to start training Dakota now as she was the crest of her menstrual oscillation and so at her most open and exciting for his probing, inquisitive nozzle and tongue. Her Master had made her spread her wooden leg every time Dakota had come near her and always encouraged him to sustain a good sniff and to thrash her. She never wore breeches, her Master forbade them, and Dakota was very dogged, regularly sniffing her and occasionally giving her a slurping lick around her cunt and arsehole, but he had never before been so hungry or shown so much interest. G….. had always enjoyed her Master licking her snatch, but Dakota was in a league of his own. He was able-bodied to chip in her sensations that she had never felt before.

G….. was no initiate in the subject area of sex having been a prostitute, on and off, since her mid adolescent. She had told her original long ago about her personal history and in a comic kind of way she felt that, far from losing his respect, that he loved her even more because of it. sure, she worked for both of them as a prostitute, but he looked after her, paid all the bills and always made sure she had money to spend when she wanted it. He often told her he loved her, and always treated her with deference and kindness, he never abused her or belittled her in companionship, and instead he always made her sense like his queen. Put simply, they loved each other ; they just lived a different life style to most former the great unwashed, one that they both enjoyed. They were both highly arouse and enjoyed it. They often watched erotica movies together and had great sex sessions afterwards. Her Master preferred her to be naked whenever possible and had redesigned her home so that they had individual way in which he could delight her that way as much as possible. He selected her clothes and only chose those that showed off her incredible bust. With his encouragement and under his supervision, she worked out each day to maintain her ripe number. As her superior often said, it was her trunk she was selling, not just her twat, and she had to keep it all looking its Charles Herbert Best.

In the rootage she worked four 24-hour interval each week at a brothel, but soon gave that up and went to shape for an office instead. The money was a lot better and she had more free meter. They had bought a new car for her and which eliminated the demand to use a Taxi. She had her exemption and she had Her Man, her Master, for whom she would do absolutely anything. If he wanted her to have sex his dog for him she would gladly do it, if he wanted Dakota to become part of their love-making, so be it ; nix was too good for Her Man. It was as if her past life had all been a bad dreaming. Her Man had come and driven it all away, he had changed her life around ; not only had he push back off unwanted hangers on who only used her for what they could get from her, but had looked after her and shown her love and respect for the first metre in her life. She knew he could not fully understand all her job but she loved and respected him for trying and for showing that he cared. It was for these reasons that she would do absolutely anything to please him.

Suddenly G….. was pulled out of her day dream, things were changing around her, Dakota had stopped licking her and instead seemed to be standing over her. Then she felt it, a slippery little prong that was being stab at her near her cunt. Next second it was in her and Dakota was driving it faster and faster ; but something strange was happening, as he drove it into her the slippery minuscule prong was getting bigger, it seemed to have a mind all of its own. It was growing faster now and beginning to feel more like a man sized cock, pounding her harder and harder. She loved it, it was awe-inspiring, this was the way she loved her sex, hard and fast. But wait a minute of arc ; it just kept on growing heavy, still fucking her at an incredible f number. Suddenly she gasped and cried out as she had her first coming ; she had never experienced this kind of pleasance before. She felt a swelling inside her cunt that was pressing against her ‘ G'spot as his knot began to develop. Her pleasure was intensified as her kept on driving his, by now, massive cock even deeper into her pure snatch. She came a second sentence just before he stopped fucking her. He stood motionless while she felt his tremendous, throbbing cock fill every in of her saturated cunt. She had never had such a large turncock in her before, she had no elbow room left, they were tied together, his massive throbbing stopcock pulsating in her stretched cunt. Then she felt it, a hot jet of semen squirting into her full pussy, it washed her interior and leaked out, running down her second joint. G….. cried out again as she came in a monumental coming, her whole eubstance shaking and quivering as she did so. They stayed like that, tied together until his shaft shrank in size to a degree where it slipped out of her. It was only then that G…..realised that her maestro had been holding Dakota in place on her back to halt him from trying to wrench around, a move that may well get caused her some botheration.

As she was still strapped to the"nurture Bench"G….., was unable to be active, she could still not hear nor see anything either, or she would have seen Dakota lie down and thrash his cock clean and jerk till it disappeared once again into its sheath. He then stood up, stretched and came straight back to her slit and began to figure out her clean. He started at her puss then cleaned her thighs and legs. Once he had finished he sat down behind her and looked at his overlord, an approving pat and a few give-and-take of encouragement was all it took for Dakota to once again to mount G….., and get going all over again.

It is hard to say who was more insatiable, Dakota or G….., the pleasure continued for hours. From that day on, G….., knew that no matter how much any one of her node pleased her or turned her ‘ on ’, none of them could contend with the pleasance she received at family .