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(First post: 7 Nov 2019)
Jennifer could hear them talking in the other room, though it wasn't loud enough for her to make out all the words. She wasn't sure who had entered the room, with her back towards the door, but she could hear the footsteps coming closer. A hand reached out for her shoulder, startling her.
"How are you doing, girl?" Mark asked her, brushing her hair away from her face before pulling her head back, forcing her to look up at him. She wanted to sob, she felt overwhelmed, confused, and horny, she couldn't talk when he held her like this, and he knew it. It made her head all foggy, and her body limp. He studied her face for a moment and then smirked at her.
"I bet you want to cum now, don't you." His other hand was finding it's way between her legs. "Look at the mess you made..." She could feel his fingers probing inside of her, scooping cum out of her before he brings them up to her lips. "You need to clean this up." He pushed his cum covered fingers into her mouth, probing deeply as she struggled to suck them clean. "We can't have you a mess for my next friend." He did it again and again, probing her, scooping up the cum and feeding it to her until he seemed satisfied.
He let go of her hair, "Do you remember your safeword?" He asks a bit more gently.
"Yes, Sir." She replied, sucking in her breath.
"What is it?" He prodded.
"Meatloaf, Sir." The corners of her mouth twitching slightly into an amused smile.
"Good girl, everyone here knows your safeword, you say it, and everything stops. It doesn't mean you get to cum now, girl, not without permission, but it does mean everything stops, and I will make sure you are okay. Do you understand?" He cupped her face, watching her as he spoke.
"Yes, Sir. If I need to safeword, I will." She replied quietly.
"But you aren't going to safeword, are you slut? Because we both know you are a desperate little whore, and this is going to be the only chance you get to cum for a while. If you are really lucky, the boys will be generous, and you might even get to cum more then ones." He smirks down at her, "Are you ready for the next one?"
"Yes, Sir." She replies quietly, her face flushed with humiliation.
"Good girl." He patted her on the head and stepped back out of the room. She could hear his voice as he spoke to his friend.
"She's ready for your David. Have fun..."
(More to cum soon)
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Room with a View Part Three
(See part one here and part two here)
Jennifer could hear them talking in the other room, though it wasn't loud enough for her to make out all the words. She wasn't sure who had entered the room, with her back towards the door, but she could hear the footsteps coming closer. A hand reached out for her shoulder, startling her.
"How are you doing, girl?" Mark asked her, brushing her hair away from her face before pulling her head back, forcing her to look up at him. She wanted to sob, she felt overwhelmed, confused, and horny, she couldn't talk when he held her like this, and he knew it. It made her head all foggy, and her body limp. He studied her face for a moment and then smirked at her.
"I bet you want to cum now, don't you." His other hand was finding it's way between her legs. "Look at the mess you made..." She could feel his fingers probing inside of her, scooping cum out of her before he brings them up to her lips. "You need to clean this up." He pushed his cum covered fingers into her mouth, probing deeply as she struggled to suck them clean. "We can't have you a mess for my next friend." He did it again and again, probing her, scooping up the cum and feeding it to her until he seemed satisfied.
He let go of her hair, "Do you remember your safeword?" He asks a bit more gently.
"Yes, Sir." She replied, sucking in her breath.
"What is it?" He prodded.
"Meatloaf, Sir." The corners of her mouth twitching slightly into an amused smile.
"Good girl, everyone here knows your safeword, you say it, and everything stops. It doesn't mean you get to cum now, girl, not without permission, but it does mean everything stops, and I will make sure you are okay. Do you understand?" He cupped her face, watching her as he spoke.
"Yes, Sir. If I need to safeword, I will." She replied quietly.
"But you aren't going to safeword, are you slut? Because we both know you are a desperate little whore, and this is going to be the only chance you get to cum for a while. If you are really lucky, the boys will be generous, and you might even get to cum more then ones." He smirks down at her, "Are you ready for the next one?"
"Yes, Sir." She replies quietly, her face flushed with humiliation.
"Good girl." He patted her on the head and stepped back out of the room. She could hear his voice as he spoke to his friend.
"She's ready for your David. Have fun..."
(More to cum soon)