She undid the clip on the schoolgirl skirts slowly, after already removing her top for him. She was witting that his eyes were on her, feeling his desires for her from across the room.

He sat in the chair, calm and deliberate. Everything he did was that way, as he liked to be in mastery. His eyes followed her as she removed the skirt as she placed it on the chairwoman and shyly covered herself a lilliputian playing the innocent girl.

"commodity girl,"he reaffirmed about the no underclothing instructions he had given beforehand.

She blushed.

"Show me."

She moved her custody and again felt his eyes on her, devouring her nakedness and knowing she was affecting him.

He leaned forward in the chair and took her in before having to correct himself in his pants.

"Kneel."

She craved his control and was excited to accede to him.

As she knelt down, he moved out of the chair and started to undress in a meticulous fashion, placing his clothes across the chair and letting his now hard cock out of its cage.

"See what you do to me my girl,"he said rhetorically, moving towards her and showing her what she does to him.

She beamed inside and wanted to touch it. But she waited.

He walked around her without saying a countersign. Almost inspecting what he owned.

His mitt then moved down on her head and pulled her hair back where he wanted and then caressed her cheek as he knelt down.

"Mine,"he whispered with intent.

Those words sent a shiver through her body. She was now conscious of her wetness for the low gear time. He moved his script to her dresser and touched her, manhandling her as she submitted to him.

"Who owns this ?"

"You own me Daddy. All of me."

"You like that don't you ?"

"So much."

"Does it bear on you ?"

"Yes Daddy. I'm wet."

His cock flexed.

"display me,"he instructed, putting his metrical unit inside her knee and pulling her legs apart.

She assisted and spread for him while in that position. She moved her hand down and dragged her finger up her pussy sass and held them in front to present him.

He was still in control outwardly but extremely worked up inside with desire for her. Moving his soundbox between her now heart-to-heart legs, he held his hammer to her mouth.

She was salivating in anticipation.

He made her wait.

Her slit was now almost dripping as well as her mouth.

"Please papa,"she said in a begging tone.

He placed his cock on her sass as she opened and took him in her mouth. She could get wind his moan as she started to pleasure him and it turned her on so much knowing she was giving him that much enjoyment.

Her wetness was again evident as she took his cock and sucked him in a devoted manner.

"piece of tail I love your mouth,"he exclaimed.

Grabbing her hair in a harsh manner, he pulled her mouth off his stopcock as there was some drool sliding off her chin.

She inhaled and tried to catch her breath but wished he let her have more time with his cock in her mouth.

He moved to the incline table and took custody of the glob gag and moved back to her displaying it in his hand in a swinging fashion in front of her eyes.

"Hair."

She lifted with her hands as she stooped and placed the globe gag into her sassing and affixed it at the back.

"Can't have the neighbour hearing you this night,"he said in a devilish tone.

She needed him to use her and teach her the matter her body was made for.

"You are my fucktoy tonight."

Again, she was intensely turned on and in need at his words.

He moved to the table once more and pulled the following implement he was going to utilise for the evening. Placing the metal bar in front of her, he placed it around her cervix and pulled her wrists in before clamping the other position on the back of her.

She had a instant of recognition that she was not incapable of moving her pep pill body and also gagged. The fear was coupled with excitement was intoxicating for her as she trusted him completely.

He then pulled her with force to her foot and to the bed then pushed her on there before draggigng her consistence to where he wants. Leaning in he then said the words again that made her shiver.

"Tonight you're my fiddling plaything."

She was watching him, head turned and writhing on the bed. Her full breasts moving and catching his eye as he walks away leaving her on the bed.

All she wanted was to be used by him. She didn't want to wait and was in need.

He moved back to the bed and was stroking his cock as he did, looking at the amazing mass of his submissive on the bed.

He could waitress no longer and demand to use up her.

Moving between her stage, he spread them and guided his hard stopcock into her in one motion. He was in motive and she was going to accomplish his desires.

Her fingers curled in the simply movement she had while being shackled on the bed as his sex toy. She felt his cock late inside penetrating her as she could only let out muffled sounds of pleasure of being used by him.

His manus felt tight on her hip joint as she felt him pick out detainment of her chassis to drive his peter harder as she could see the feeling of intensity in his eyes.

"I am going to fuck you like no one else ever has, my lilliputian fuck doll."

His demeanour was forceful and controlling and he knew what he wanted and was now taking it at will. Looking down at his restrained submissive, the feeling on intense lust like no other was drowning inside him.

He needed her more than anything.

She felt his dominance as much as his stopcock while he devoured her blind drunk kitty-cat, the vivid feeling starting to turn overwhelming.

She had no way of asking permission and her slit was now out of ascendance as she unconsciously let go and began to squirt on his cock as she had an almost out of body experience as he fucked her furiously.

"That's justly cum for me my fiddling slut."

Her eye were fluttering furiously as she was climaxing and listening to his dirty Son and the strait they made together as he fucked her with pace.

She felt her slit dripping but did not care at that moment and wanted to be his smutty hussy. To be able to let go and be the object of his desires and need were fulfilling her as practically as the climax he had just given her present moment earlier.

He withdrew and gripped her wooden leg, pushing them into the air as he moved inside her crocked pussy again before pushing further and dropping her legs on his shoulders. Driving his prick deeper still, this position moved him closer to her and the feeling of her tight pussy pulling against his putz was amazing.

"Fuck I need this pussy."

He began pounding her, in a more boring and deliberate bm, his rooster making a point.

"I fucking own this pussy."

Her body reacted at his words as she tried to speak, for a moment forgetting the gag in her oral fissure, leaving only muffled sounds of proclaiming herself as his whore. She felt herself again being pushed towards the edge.

"You're going to feel me tomorrow."

Driving his rooster harder still, pounding her pussy.

"shag !"he cried out, in a consequence that she watched him almost lose control condition as the look on his cheek was unlike anything else.

He picked up speed and was beyond a bung gunpoint it seemed to her, now being used roughly as he fucked her.

She felt his men grab hold tighter, almost hurting her as his groans were building as he was about to explode.

"You are mine !"

He was now making the bed shake.

"My slut !"

His cock deep.

"My fucktoy !"

Hearing his filthy row pushed her over the border as she began to orgasm again. Her mind lost for a import in seventh heaven before being pulled back by both a intuitive feeling of his peter starting to flood her as well as his huge cries of pleasure.

Together they were climaxing in a import of indescribable demand being fulfilled. There was no moment passed this one as this was the moment they both wanted to strike and populate there for perpetuity .