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Willies New
Bitch
Part Four
A continuing Story
for adults only
By
Taskmaster
The beautiful blonde
housewife and mother of two stirred in her bed, coming awake after falling into
an exhausted sleep hours earlier. Turning over in the bed Kim Turners arm came
to rest upon the back of the sleeping figure beside her.
For a moment sleepy confusion reigned in her
head, her husband James was staying at his mothers! Then Kim remembered it was
her owner and Master who slept so soundly beside her, it was he who had carried
her from his white van upstairs to the bedroom she had only ever before shared
at night with her loving husband, it was he who stripped from her the last
remnants of her clothing, her bra and tiny thong until wearing only her collar
and lead together with the Red garter belt and black stockings, it was he, who
after allowing her five minutes in her bathroom who had carried her to the Bed and tied his Bitches
lead to the bed head before climbing in beside her.
Only momentarily had
Kim’s mind rebelled to the idea of this man taking her husbands place beside
her in her bed, for her new found and insatiable appetite for exciting brutal
sexual fulfillment was overriding all else, especially now the children were
safely away and enjoying themselves at the summer camp.
So It was a still
excited Kim, her thirst for her Masters cock seemingly unquenchable despite her
obvious exhaustion, who raised herself, pulling back the bedcover before
leaning over to take her owners semi flaccid cock in her mouth only to be
hauled back by her blonde hair before Willie landed a cruel vicious slap upon
the bitches cheek making her cry out in pain.
‘You must always ask
your owner for permission before you touch his cock bitch!’ Willie told the
tearful slave Bitch who suddenly then found herself so easily lifted by her
owner onto his growing erection.
The pain from Willies stinging slap was
welcomed by Kim, she saw it as her punishment for the sin of forsaking her
wonderful husband as once again she gave way to beautiful wondrous ecstasy,
rising and lowering her body over her Masters massive cock, her cunt muscles
clenching and releasing the throbbing penis as if with a will of their own.
Now, in the early
hours of the morning Kim found herself unable to resist temptation. Hoping her
Master was still asleep; the beautiful blonde slipped her hand under the bedcover
and over Willies hip.
Her fingers found
their target, Kim wrapped her small hand a far as it would go around her
Masters flaccid cock as her mind recalled the nights momentous events…………………………………………………………………..
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Kim, after obediently
cleaning Mr. Smiths jettisoned cargo from her face when Willie had released her
from the handcuffs had also done the best she could with her smudged lipstick,
after which her owner had fitted a ‘lone ranger’ type face mask over her eyes
whilst explaining to his incredulous but still excited Slave bitch that the parade
ring would give all the men in the building the opportunity to inspect the
three Slaves and decide which one they would bid for in the lottery. That all
three slaves on view were women of some substance such as herself, not whores
and models but married women with children who in one way or another, like
herself, her been subjugated into Slavery by the Masters controlling them,
Masters who were not the Slaves husbands.
Kim had wondered if
there would ever be an end to this bizarre yet somehow electrifying voyage of
discovery her owner had taken her on since that fateful morning she had been
sunbathing in her black bikini in her back yard before her Master had arrived
and changed her life forever.
The Idea of the mask,
her Master informed her was to give the Slave anonymity enough for the Master
to continue ‘display’ his Slave in future events without fear of discovery, thus
increasing her value.
Only a guest who was
willing to pay at least a thousand could unmask a slave bitch if he felt he
could recognize her, and then, only in private and on the understanding the Bitches identity would remain a secret.
Willie explained to his bitch that of course the guest would want some payback
for his outlay but would always be between him and the bitches’ owner………………………………………………………….
Loosely gripping her
owners’ flaccid cock Kim recalled him further telling her she was in competition
with the other two bitches, that whatever displays they put on whilst on stage
would have to be bettered by her, that he was proud of his bitch and knew she
would not let him down…………………………
Much to her relief,
Willies Bitch Kim was still wearing the scarlet Red Mini dress when her owner
led her by the lead into the large warehouse type room filled with at least
fifty men of all age’s shapes and sizes. All were gathered in a large marked
circle, whooping and cheering at the two Bitch slaves already being paraded
around just inside the circle by their owners.
To more cheers and
whoops, Kim, led around the circle by her owner, heard just about every
derogatory and insulting comment she had ever heard in her life, all though
combined with comments about just what they would do to the Slave should they
win tonight’s lottery. Eying the other two Slaves present Kim saw that although
both younger than her neither had her looks or figure. The first, in a black
mini dress was decidedly thicker around the waist with much smaller tits,
whilst the second Slave, wearing a see through white dress was just too skinny
and with a long horsy
Face.
Strangely, Kim, perhaps her own pride coming
to the fore, knew these two women represented competition and determined she would
match and improve upon any acts of submission and obedience either of them
could produce.
It had not been her
choice to come here tonight, indeed she had been all but kidnapped and there in
the parade ring, for ten minutes she had being mauled and pawed, nipples
pinched, hands finding their way under her dress to stroke, pinch and abuse ,
but there she was and would not
disappoint her owner.
As luck would have it,
mini lots were drawn and Willie and his bitch were to be last on stage, they
were to wait on the side of the stage for their turn.
When it came to it the
displays offered by the other two Master/Slave combinations were both somewhat
less than fulfilling for the audience.
Neither ‘Master’ treated their slave with
anything verging on the brutal as Willie had every intention of doing. In fact
neither Slave was stripped further than their lingerie, nor were they place
into severe bondage as the equipment provided on stage, a bondage cross and
suspended, winch held, spreader bars were ignored by both Masters in favour of having
their Slaves bent over, heads and wrists placed into medieval ‘stock’s whilst
standing with legs apart prior to being spanked and whipped on the buttocks and
backs by assorted horse crops, light canes and other whips.
The assembled audience
was certainly less than extremely enthusiastic with both displays.
Neither slave had been
fully stripped, both remaining in their lingerie whilst receiving their
punishment which when completed, led each Master to demand and complete a ‘head
job’ whilst they were still in the ‘stock’s. Good finish, but Willie knew he
would improve ob their displays.
Finally ‘Mr. Smith
introduced ‘Willie and his slave Bitch’ as Master led his beautiful Slave by
her lead onto the floodlight stage. To the first real whoops and cheers,
Willie’s first act was to throw Kim onto the floor where she lay on her side,
dress hiked up over her thighs, whilst Willie went about the task of lowering
the suspended spreader bay by its winch.
More cheers followed
as Willie, grabbing her by the hair, lifted his Bitch slave onto her feet and
removing her handcuffs. But Kim’s freedom was short lived as Willie secured
each of her wrists in turn to the leather cuffs attached to the spreader bar.
Happy that his bitch
was secure, Willie then proceeded to turn the winch handle which in turn held
the white rope leading to the spreader bar by a series of blocks and pulleys.
Gradually Kim found hers arms being stretched
higher and higher until, grimacing and groaning with the ache and pain and to
the crowds cheers, she realized her feet no longer touched the stage floor.
Then Willie had produced the large knife.
Even though Willie had
primed her backstage as to his intentions, a look of sheer terror crossed Kim’s
face when he stepped toward her, huge knife in hand.
Then the beautiful
suspended blonde mother was twisted round and round by Willie’s hands.
Huge cheers came when Willie in turn slipped
his knife under each spaghetti thin strap of the little red dress before
slicing upward through the thin material.
Shock, terror,
excitement and anticipation were the emotions running through her as Kim then
looked down to watch, with yet more cheering,
Willie’s razor sharp knife slicing open the front of that lovely little
dress to reveal the Red lacy lingerie beneath, as the dress fell into a silky
heap below Kim’s suspended feet.
Displayed like this to
the audience, Kim was at least grateful the mask hid part of her face as she
dangled before them, her lovely shapely mature body further enhanced by the Red lingerie, its
quarter cup bra lifting her breasts , pushing them together and of course
displaying her large rock hard nipples.
Such was the genuine admiration appreciation of the audience toward her Kim
could not but feel a surge of pride and excitement cursing through her
Time then for her
punishment!
Willie chose black
leather ‘cat o nine tails’ to begin with. Although the implement certainly
looked fearsome, Kim was to find its effect was to be much less painful than
that of the cane after her Master had applied the first hard stroke to her
buttocks, mainly because the nine leather ‘tails’ each of about eighteen inches
in length, tended to spread across Kim’s ass, unlike the single small area
affected by the much stiffer and whippy cane.
But to the audience, the harsh loud slapping sound given out by the
leather tails was music to their ears and quickly they were urging Willie on to
ever greater effort.
For his part, Willie
was only too happy to oblige and was very soon creating whip mark patterns over
the entire area of the bitches Ass and back.
Kim herself, although not suffering greatly,
added to this scenario by bucking and shaking her suspended body whilst
beseeching mercy to the audience through her eyes and her mumbled plea’s into
her gag.
These soon increased in intensity when Willie,
after placing the whip to Kim’s gagged lips,
turned his attention to her thighs, stomach and breasts, causing the
audience to cheers and whoops of ever greater magnitude when Kim screwed up her
face, this time though, in real pain
whenever the ‘cat’ caught her exposed hardened nipples.
Willie’s ‘piece de
résistance’ was to stand before Kim ordering her to spread her legs as wide as
she could.
When not complying
instantly Willie applied a snap shut clothespin to his bitches left nipple.
‘Soon as you get those
legs spread I take it off’ Said Willie as his attentive audience watched the
suffering appear upon Kim’s face.
Immediately Kim spread
her suspended legs as far as she could until, on a clock, they would appear at
‘Keep em there Bitch,
don’t you dare close your legs or you get more of them things on your nipples’
cautioned Willie before raising the ‘cat’ swishing upward to land fair square
Kim’s legs to yet more cheers and whoops.
Kim’s natural instinct
of course, was to close her legs and this she almost did, allowing her legs to
close a little before remembering her Master’s pledge before painfully
spreading them again.
To be fair the pain in her arms was far greater,
the act of being ‘cunt whipped’ before this audience being more degrading than
painful.
Twenty minutes after
first stringing her up, Willie, to applause from the audience was lowering his
bitch and re-cuffing her wrists behind her back before carrying the exhausted
tearful Kim over to a leather topped bench standing a couple of feet of the
ground where he placed Kim upon her knees, head down onto the bench, her raised
whip marked buttocks to one side of the audience an audience cheering in
approval whilst Willie lowered the tiny thong to her knees.
Before producing his massive weapon, already
hard with excitement, Willie gave his bitch a short spanking, a prelude to
finally giving the audience what they now cheered for, his massive weapon
taking his bound bitch from the rear.
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In all probability
every man in the room had a hard -on, but for one in particular it would have
been throbbing like crazy.
In the parade ring so certain had been Ben Harris
the beauty in the Red dress was Kim Turner, the beautiful daughter of Susan
Richards, he had stepped away into the semi darkness, certain that she would otherwise
recognize him also.
Now seeing the woman all but naked, Ben was
even more certain this was Susan’s daughter on stage, having the shit fucked
out of her by a guy most certainly not her husband James...
Ben, a rotund balding
fifty five year old owner of a large hardware store in the centre of Kim’s town,
with an equally chubby lackluster wife was also a committee member of the same
Golf club as Susan Richards and her son in law James Turner. Although not a
golfer herself, Kim’s frequent attendance at club social occasions was, unless
he was very much mistaken, enough to ensure Ben’s recognition.
But Bens eyes always made a beeline for Kim’s
mother Susan, still a stunner even in her fifties a woman who sure knew how to
turn the other men on with her looks and figure to die for, especially in those
little figure hugging dresses she so often wore, in fact Kim and herself had
been mistaken for sister on more than one occasion at the golf club.
Stupidly, after
drinking too much on one of these social occasions, Ben made a mess of things
by making a crass pass at Susan, even down to stroking and pinching her
gorgeous Ass then telling her how he could help her son in law James, whom she
herself seemed much taken by, achieve his ambition to become club captain if
Susan were to be a little nicer to him.
Disgusted by the feel
of the fat mans sweaty hands on her buttocks, Susan had quickly sought refuge
amongst the other women and although not that bothered about the incident, had
in future kept well clear of Ben, even to the point of ignoring him at the
club.
All of which of course
had not pleased Ben one little bit.
‘That uppity bitch
needs taking down a peg or two’ was his oft lament.
To Ben’s utter astonishment, the possibility
of that happening was now bought a little closer, as before his eyes at the special
out of town club he had joined some months ago in an effort to relieve his
frustration of being a still virile middle aged man with S & M tendencies
married to a fat wife whose only interest was food and then more food, Susan’s
oh so goody two shoes daughter Kim was all but naked on stage and having the
shit fucked out of her.
‘Hey, Charlie’, Ben
summoned ‘Mr. Smith’ the evenings organizer after Willie, withdrawing from
Kim’s virgina had finally ejaculated over her face and hair to be declared the
evenings ‘champion’.
‘You know Charlie, I’m
gonna tell you a thousand say’s I know
the bitch up there on stage, but I’m willing to give the young dude fucking her
another grand to unmask the bitch without her seeing me, you know what I mean
Charlie?’
‘Well, you know the
rule Ben, you pay a thousand to unmask a slave, but you gotta do it in private,
facing each other’
Ben of course was
fully aware of this rule, it was a safeguard for the slave, and after all, if
her identity was revealed to others then the Man unmasking the slave would also
have to explain just why he was in the club himself, perhaps to his own family.
‘Sure I know the rules
Charlie,’ But so infatuated with the idea of finally getting his revenge of
Kim’s Mother Susan, Ben was quite prepared to pay a price to have Charlie part company with those rules
for once.
‘But I gotta another
grand here telling me you could arrange for that bitches Master to have a
little chat with me after a special unmasking’
Charlie, having
already had his own pleasure from the Slave was always ready to reach an
accommodation with other guests, for the right price. Slipping the three grand
into his pocket he nodded to Ben. ‘When he’s finished fucking the bitch I’ll
get him to lock her in the ‘slave room’ whilst you talk to him’. He told Ben,
thinking he may yet get another head job tonight.
‘It takes all sorts I
guess’ thought Willie, looking down at the fat man who had not only just asked
him if he would unmask his bitch without her seeing him, but if he was interest
in making some money from her.
Money was a big
motivator for Willie, especially if his bitch was involved.
‘Sure, Charlie already
gave me the two grand for a secret unmasking, but what else you got in mind
buddy’ said Willie to the fat man who was now sweating profusely.
‘Well, if she is who I
think she is then I want you to take her out to a piece of land I own tomorrow,
its by the beach, not hard to find but its very private so don’t let the bitch
know where your going, I’ll have to give
you a gate key, then when you get there…………………………………………………….’
Willie, happy that he
and his slave had been declared the ‘winners’ by a large margin listened to the
fat mans requests with growing enthusiasm, the guy certainly knew just what he
wanted, it was going to cost him big time but the guy seemed to have very deep
pockets, well, that was okay by Willie, his bitch was about to make him plenty
of dough and life couldn’t be better, Willie though wondered just what the fat
man had in mind when telling Willie,
‘But there could be a
lot more dough on offer tomorrow’……………………………………………………………
Willie smiled to
himself, looking at the bedside clock and seeing it was only
.’ Jeez, the bitch is
good’ decided Willie, feeling him self nearing another orgasm from his Bitches
expert mouth whilst continuing to feign sleep, even when he began pumping his
hot seed into the Bitch Kim’s willing mouth.
Later, after his naked
Bitch had prepared his breakfast, Kim was surprised to hear Willie telling her
that today she would be going to the beach for some serious sunbathing, she would,
he told her; wear only the Black Tie side
‘Master, may I speak’ Asked Kim, puzzled as to why they were going to the beach and what
beach he intended taking her to was though more concerned about James’s
imminent return.
‘Okay Bitch, go ahead’
‘Master, my husband,
James, he will be arriving home this morning’
‘Yeh, well, you let me
worry about that, Bitch, now go shower
and get that Bikini tied around your Ass before I beat the shit out of you!’
Curiously just the
threat of a beating now excited this Housewife and mother who not long ago
would have been horrorstruck by Willies threats. That though was before Kim
discovered her latent masochistic tendency, before she was blissfully happy to
be Willies Slave Bitch. Kim thought for a moment about disobedience for that
would certainly earn her another joyous beating. But curiosity as to why her
Master was taking her to the beach won the day, besides, if James did, despite
Masters assurance, come home early, he would not discover Kim and her Master in
the house.
So obediently Kim made
her way up to her shower unaware of course of her Masters control over her husband,
or that Willie had told a puzzled James not to arrive home before eight that
evening.
‘Hell gay boy, you
never know, I might want to spill the beans to your wife!’
Recalling how great
his bitch had looked in that bikini when first arriving at the door, Willie’s
appreciation was even greater this time. Not only did his bitch look great in
the bikini, without his prompting she had also applied her make up and done her
hair and to make things just perfect she also wore a pair of White high heeled
shoes.
Just as on the
previous evening, Kim was unable to prevent an electric charge of excited
anticipation surging through her as she lay helpless in the back of Willies
white van, hands bound behind her back, her mouth stuffed with the Red Ball of
the leather gag, wondering, even perhaps hoping she would be spotted there
whilst Willie made his way to the coast.
An hour later Willie
stood back in admiration behind Kim as his Slave Bitch commenced her sunbathing session, her
beautiful bikini clad body facing the Sea and sun whilst, her feet just
touching the ground , she dangled by tied wrists from the special frame set
into grassy mound just above the private beach on Ben Harris’s very private
property..
Slapping her bikini
clad bottom, Willie told the still astounded but none the less somewhat excited
blonde beauty she was to count to five hundred and then turn round too tan her
back. ‘Got that Bitch’?
Her bottom stinging
deliciously, Kim nodded and grunted, so far her arms and wrists were bearing up
as now and again she relieved the pressure by standing tiptoe in her heels.
But as she surveyed
the area of grass and sand before her, her cunt throbbing to the exciting idea
someone would surely spot her at any moment, Willies Bitch wondered for just
how long Master intended to keep her strung up like this before eventually he
gave her the relief it seemed she now so craved for just about every time he
ran his hands over her Breasts, Cunt or Ass.
As Willie walked away
from Kim toward the beach house some twenty yards further back, his Bitch Slave
was unaware the chubby figure of Ben Harris
was viewing the scene from the outside of his beach house.
‘There you go, all
wrapped, strapped and on view just like you paid for’ Said Willie quietly, now
standing beside Ben.
‘Jeez, she’s the spit
of her Mother buddy, and almost as beautiful, Christ I could fuck that Ass,
that’s for sure’ Said Ben, leaving Willie somewhat puzzled as to how his
bitches mother came into the reckoning.
‘Maybe, but the deal
was you play with her some, but you can’t fuck her’ replied Willie. They of
course were the club rules, Willie was quite prepared to allow his bitch to be
fucked, but it would cost a damm sight more than the grand he had been given on
top of the usual.
Ben then told Willie the real reason for
asking him to bring Kim to his beach house that day, proceeding to tell Willie
his ambition was to have Susan Richards submit to him in the same way her
daughter Kim did to Willie and asking Willie just how on earth he had managed
to subjugate a pillar of the community such as Kim.
So Willie, who had
been assured by ‘Mr. Smith’ that Ben Harris, had been checked out, gave him a
slightly embellished account of how he had ‘broken’ his bitch, leaving out some
details, overstating others, after all, Kim was in fact Willies only conquest
so far. But he wasn’t about to tell that to Ben.
But his narration left Willie’s expertise in
very high esteem in the thoughts of Ben Harris who then handed Willie a
snapshot of Susan Richards, herself also wearing a black bikini, looking,
Willie had to admit, as he had after seeing the Photo of her in Kim’s house, as
though she could be his bitches slightly older sister.
‘Got that one taken on
the sly by one of my tradesmen doing some work in her house one day’ explained
Ben.
But Willie wanted to
know where he fitted in here, telling Ben he would not allow him to get Susan
to submit to him by blackmail, by threatening to expose her daughter if she did
not submit to him because that could endanger Willie’s hold over his own Bitch.
Ben quickly reassured
Willie.
‘Oh no, but I’m
thinking that you may be able to help me though, what would you say to a kind
of partnership, like you deal with Susan initially, like you did with her
daughter, I take care of all expenses and of course your err, fee, shall we
say, after which you get to use her whenever I’m not around.’
It didn’t take Willie
long to agree to the deal, not after Ben had mentioned a five figure sum for
his fee. How to go about it though? Willie had been looking more and more at
Ben’s Beach house,
‘Nice place you got
here, does it have a large cellar?’ after Ben had nodded in confirmation,
Willie went on to explain his idea , happy to watch the fat man growing more
and more excited.
With the matter of
Susan Richards settled, Ben had said.
‘Okay Partner, lets go
play a little’
Both men then strode down to where her
Susan’s daughter, Willie’s Bitch, hung from the frame just as she was, as
Willie had instructed, turning her back to the Sun.
Shocked surprise at
seeing the fat man alongside her Master gave way to wary recognition of the man
she knew from the hardware shop and golf club. The man her Mother had told her
would ‘grope you soon as look at you, beware!’
‘Okay bitch, you
probably know Ben, well last night he paid the thousand needed to unmask the
winning slave then have a little fun with her, well, he asked me if he could
have his fun out on the beach today, so here we are!’
Horrified that this disgusting
man smiling at her was an acquaintance of both her husband and her Mother, Kim
mumbled protests into her gag and looked to her Master with pleading eyes. But
Willie merely shrugged at her
‘Live with it Bitch,
you gotta understand you’re owned property now, a guy pays good money to get to
feel you up then he feels you up, you got no say in the matter’ he told Kim.
For a long moment the fat man simply stared at
Willies bitch, as though unable to believe his good fortune Then, with Willie
nodding in approval Ben, breathing heavily, slipped the knots either side of
Kim’s bikini panties, causing the black material to slip away to reveal to the
ecstatic Ben Harris, Kim’s glistening pubic
mound. Red faced and mortified, Willies Bitch was soon enduring further
degradation as Ben reached his arms behind her back, crushing the beautiful
housewife against his chubby body, his muck sweaty body causing Kim to almost
retch into her gag whilst his fingers slipped the catch of her bikini top.
Ben Harris then began his frenzied exploration
of Kim’s body in earnest as his sweaty hands roved over just about every inch
of her shoulders, breasts, nipples, hips, stomach, thighs, squeezing, pinching,
prodding whilst all the while leering into Kim’s eyes.
Suddenly, to Kim’s utter shame and degradation
and despite her anxiety over the possibility of the fat man informing her
husband and mother, Kim was gasping and bucking to Ben’s fingers pushing aside
her cunt lips then slipping deep into a cunt that nowadays seemed to be
permanently juicing.
‘Hey buddy, your bitch
is juicing up nicely here, how you feel about a Spit roast!
‘Sure thing’ replied
Willie, happy for his bitch to provide the fat man’s pleasure without him
fucking her, reaching up to release
Kim’s wrists from the metal frame, although not untying her wrists.
‘Okay Bitch, on your
knees’ she heard Willie telling her whilst Kim herself tried to understand the
meaning of Ben’s request for a ‘Spit Roast’.
Obediently though , Willie’s
bitch dropped awkwardly to her knees, then with her Masters bidding onto her
elbows, thankful it was her Master and not the fat man stood behind her and
viewing the undoubtedly erotic display her cunt and Ass were giving
That small triumph was to be short lived as
Ben struggled to lower his girth until he to was in a kneeling position, right
before Kim, who looked on in anguish as Ben then pulled down the fly zipper of
his pants to produce his short, fat, but very erect cock from within, placing
it before Kim’s mouth and then humiliatingly telling her.
‘Okay MRS. Goody two
shoes TURNER, get sucking my cock and maker it good, or I take up my option of
beating the shit outa you!’
At that precise moment
Willie slipped the fist few inches of his enormous cock into Kim, the effect of
which was to push he forward a little until her mouth touched Bens’ cock, so
with her Master’s magnificent cock taking her once again, Kim opened her mouth
to receive Ben’ penis and kneeling there between the two men, Kim now
understood the meaning of ‘Spit Roast’
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Thrusting in and out
of his Bitch, Willies gaze wandered across to the beach house. Ben would have
some work done to the cellar, it would, he had assured Willie, be ready be the
following weekend and Willie now wondered how his cock would feel deep inside
his bitches Mother.
Kim’s appetite for
Willie’s cock was insatiable enough for Kim to endure the unwashed aroma of
Ben’s cock twitching away in her mouth whilst dutifully she used all her skills
to bring him of as soon as she could, thankful at least that her Master had not
required her to endure the ultimate act of degradation of allowing Ben Harris
to fuck her.
Ben’s thoughts, as he
marveled at the supreme skill Kim showed in sucking his cock, were that after
Willie’s undoubted successful subjugation of her Mother, and then sharing her
with Ben, Willie would then be left no option but to share Kim also, a thought
that sped him ever closer to orgasm between her sweet lips as he looked forward
to very soon being able to fuck the living daylights out of both Mother and
daughter.
With that thought
firmly in mind Ben’s cock finally erupted, gushing his hot salty sperm into
Kim’s mouth and down her throat whilst Willie continued to fuck her from the
rear
‘This’ Kim decided
whilst dutifully swallowing every last drop. ‘Is the most foul tasting sperm
ever, surely Master will never let this horrible man near me
again’……………………………………………….
End of
Part Four
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