G ... ..'s awakening

G….. woke up feeling strange. She could neither see nor hear anything. She was lying typeface down but her F cup breasts were not being squashed by her body weight as they should ingest been. next she noticed that she could not prompt, her wrist joint were strapped below her to what seemed like the legs of some sort of Bench, her second joint were strapped in a similar fashion holding her in an all fours situation with her peg apart. She sensed that she was naked but she did not feel cold, far from it her organic structure was being wracked by unmanageable upheaval of incredibly enjoyable sensations that seemed to be coming from everywhere at once.

She tried to clear her mind and concentrate, to try to see if she could play out just what was happening to her. It was very difficult as her corporation muscles were contracting in a world of delight all their own ; her cunt was hot, clear, replete and swollen and tight, empty and convulsing all at once. Her breast were both being stimulated at the same prison term. Her nipples were being stretched, not very gently, as if they were being lengthened and pulled off her boob, the whiz was incredible and adding to the extreme pleasure she was feeling between her legs.
As her organic structure 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 tongue between her legs slurping her saturated snatch and pouting arsehole. Whoever was licking her knew exactly what they were doing. A man with such a beautiful warm lingua was a extra man indeed."OMG ”, she cried out as she felt his tongue pillowcase inside her assailable pussy. He was fucking her with his glossa, she could not believe it. She convulsed again in another climax as his knife touched her G spot.
With moving ridge of pleasure flowing through her consistency it was hard to believe of anything at all, but she was determined to exploit 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 terrific notion. She forced herself to try to imagine back to the time before she went to sleep…..

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

Her Master had strapped her down to her"procreation Bench ”, a low coffee bean table that he had modified so that her bosom hung down through two large, padded cakehole for her slap-up quilt. He must have attached her"Milking simple machine"to her breasts when she was asleep and turned it on because the opinion of her nipples being stretched and sucked gave her the most incredible sensations in her cunt, causing it to swell and run over with lubrication. She remembered that she had her point and her menstrual succus combined with the self lubrication caused by the"Milking auto"must be the understanding why the owner of the probing natural language was licking her so hungrily.
Her master 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 pleasance to an incredible level.

She experienced such vivid happiness when she lived in that bit when they fucked, thinking of cipher else but his hard prick in her clinging pussy. She knew he liked her to contract her cunt muscles and grasp his cock as he fucked her. They both enjoyed the extra feeling immensely. She practiced her"Pelvic Floor"exercises every day and knew that she could grip his turncock really hard with her cunt ; this made him moan and labor him to Ezra Pound her even harder increasing their delight story even more……..

But she was forgetting, being side-tracked….who's knife was it that was eating her twat right now ? ... ... ... .it was warm, soft and oh, so long…..OMG ! ! She was being tongue fucked ; she almost lost consciousness with the intense pleasure of her climax as he probed her cunt ceaselessly. She could find his hot breather all over her crotch as he slurped her flowing succus down, driving her absolutely wild………wild ?

She struggled to drag her creative thinker back from the brink of ecstasy…….then, at death she cried out in realization……..Dakota, her maestro's dog with his shiny, shortstop melanize coat, floppy disk ears and sonant brown eyes. He was a big, hansom, friendly, loveable boy with an inquisitive nozzle and large ballock. Her original had always wanted him to"love"her and he was certainly going about it the right way.

G….. realised that her Master must get decided to start training Dakota now as she was the peak of her menstrual Hz and so at her most receptive and exciting for his probing, inquisitive nose and natural language. Her lord had made her paste her legs every time Dakota had come near her and always encouraged him to give birth a good sniff and to lick her. She never wore pants, her Master forbade them, and Dakota was very persistent, 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 lots pastime. G….. had always enjoyed her original licking her snatch, but Dakota was in a league of his own. He was able to yield her sensations that she had never felt before.

G….. was no novice in the field of sex having been a prostitute, on and off, since her mid adolescent. She had told her Master long ago about her personal history and in a funny kind of way she felt that, far from losing his respectfulness, that he loved her even more because of it. Sure, she worked for both of them as a tart, but he looked after her, paid all the bill and always made sure she had money to pass when she wanted it. He often told her he loved her, and always treated her with obedience and kindness, he never abused her or belittled her in companionship, and instead he always made her experience like his world-beater. Put simply, they loved each early ; they just lived a different life style to most former people, one that they both enjoyed. They were both highly sexed and enjoyed it. They often watched porn motion picture together and had great sex sessions afterwards. Her headmaster preferred her to be naked whenever potential and had redesigned her home so that they had private rooms in which he could enjoy her that way as much as possible. He selected her clothes and only chose those that showed off her incredible binge. With his boost and under his supervision, she worked out each day to maintain her good figure. As her skipper often said, it was her physical structure she was selling, not just her puss, and she had to keep it all looking its just.

In the beginning she worked four Clarence Shepard Day Jr. each week at a brothel, but soon gave that up and went to function for an agency instead. The money was a lot better and she had more relinquish time. They had bought a new car for her and which eliminated the demand to use a taxi. She had her freedom and she had Her Man, her Master, for whom she would do absolutely anything. If he wanted her to be intimate his dog for him she would gladly do it, if he wanted Dakota to become part of their love-making, so be it ; cypher was too good for Her Man. It was as if her past life had all been a bad ambition. Her Man had come and driven it all away, he had changed her liveliness around ; not only had he driven off undesirable hangers on who only used her for what they could get from her, but had looked after her and shown her lovemaking and respect for the first time in her life. She knew he could not fully empathise all her problems but she loved and respected him for trying and for showing that he cared. It was for these ground 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 piffling prong that was being knife thrust at her near her cunt. adjacent 2d 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 little prong was getting bigger, it seemed to have a judgement all of its own. It was growing faster now and beginning to feel more like a man sized prick, pounding her harder and harder. She loved it, it was awful, this was the way she loved her sex, strong and fast. But wait a minute ; it just kept on growing bigger, still fucking her at an incredible speed. Suddenly she gasped and cried out as she had her first climax ; she had never experienced this form of pleasure before. She felt a swelling inside her cunt that was pressing against her ‘ G'spot as his knot began to grow. Her pleasure was intensified as her kept on driving his, by now, massive putz even deeper into her saturate cunt. She came a second time just before he stopped fucking her. He stood motionless while she felt his enormous, throbbing turncock fill every column inch of her saturated slit. She had never had such a large hammer in her before, she had no room left, they were tied together, his massive throbbing turncock pulsating in her debase puss. Then she felt it, a hot jet of semen squirting into her full cunt, it washed her interior and leaked out, running down her second joint. G….. cried out again as she came in a monolithic orgasm, her solid body shaking and quivering as she did so. They stayed like that, tied together until his shaft shrank in size of it to a point where it slipped out of her. It was only then that G…..realised that her Master had been holding Dakota in place on her rear to arrest him from trying to turn around, a move that may well have caused her some pain.

As she was still strapped to the"facts of life work bench"G….., was ineffective to motivate, she could still not hear nor see anything either, or she would deliver seen Dakota lie down and cream his cock clean till it disappeared once again into its cocktail dress. He then stood up, stretched and came straight back to her cunt and began to lap her clean. He started at her cunt then cleaned her thighs and wooden leg. Once he had finished he sat down behind her and looked at his Master, an approving pat and a few run-in of boost was all it took for Dakota to once again to mount up G….., and start 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 client pleased her or turned her ‘ on ’, none of them could compete with the joy she received at home .