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Pam squeals with lust as I'm fucking her hard, pounding that pussy Doggystyle pulling her hair. "You like me fucking you rough don't you? Tell me!" I demanded.
"Yes Master I love you fucking meeee, ooohhh Master!" she replied.
"Look at him over there and tell him bitch!" pointing to her husband sitting with a ball gag in his mouth tied in a special chair I built with a built-in fucking machine going in and out of his ass and cock milking machine both set on full power.
"I love fucking my Masters cock, sucking it until he cums on my face and tits. You wimpy little dicked cocksucker - Master owns me and I own you little sissy bitch!" she yells looking him eye to eye with disdain.
"Good little cumslut!" as I slap her ass cheeks. "You've done well to serve me all these year's and for that I'@m going to untie your wrists and fuck your ass."
It's been about 10 years since I began fucking Pam...but more about that later. "Spread your cheeks, yeah just like that baby," as I ram my well cunt frothed cock in her ass. "Take it my dear cumslut, take that cock all the way home," as I pick up the pace. I grab the leash on her collar that is tied via chain to the clamps on her nipples and the clamp on her clit I push harder and more vigorously in and out of her ass.
"Oh my god Master fuck my ass, yyeeaahh! Master may I cum, I'm soo close Master! Master mmaaayyyy I cum?", she pleaded.
"No, not yet. Grab your chain and pull it hard," I commanded.
"Oohh, eeii! " she cried out.
"You may cum now!" I stated and grabbed her hips fucking that ass like a mad man.
"Master! I'm cumming Master! Aayyiii, ohoh mmyy godd!" as she writhed in orgasm.
"Now slave I'm going to fuck you until I'm ready to cum" I told her. Phap, phap, phap, phap as my strokes came harder and faster. "Rollover and open your mouth and catch my cum in it or I'll use it like a cunt you fucking whore, you know you want it - arrggghh...take...myy...cummm!" was my last yelp as I came in rope's and rope's in the precious sweet little mouth. She swallowed with vigor as much as she could right before she gasped and passed out. I lay beside her cuddling and nuzzling her until a sweet little moan and smile turned up on her mouth. Hearing the milking machine and whirring of the fucking machine I turned and saw they had taken their toll on Bill as he sat passed out I switched them off with the remote on the night table. I again recalled how it all came to be. Join in as explain how we all ended up in this situation. And oh, I'm Steve by the way Steve Mann. I'm 5'9" stocky build, ( you get that way after more than 10 years weight lifting and playing football), blonde hair, blue eyes with a Van Dyke mustache and goatee. I'm 60 years old, but look 20 years younger and retired. Most of the men my age are bald or grey even white headed. I'm a jack of all trades and it comes in handy in more ways I could tell you.
One day I'm at a bigbox lumber store, (as most men do), i like to window shop for good deals on tools, materials, gardening supplies...you know the usual. When i find one I snap it up. This particular day I hadn't found much of value and headed out. Once in the parking lot I spotted a very attractive MILF trying desperately to load items that obviously were not going to fit in her small SUV the way she was trying to load them. She was probably 5'10" tall, 36 D with a green buttonup top tied in a bow at the waist, wearing tan pocketed shorts and tennis shoes. I called to her and asked if she could use some help.
"If you don't mind please... I just can't seem to get all this loaded") was her reply.
I tried to no avail to assess the situation and it quickly became clear it just wasn't happening. There is just no way you can put 20lbs of crap in an 8 ounce bag, I asked, "Do have far to go or another way to transport it home?"
"No, my husband drives the truck to work. Why do you asked?" she replied.
"Well, if you aren't too far away I 'd be glad to load it in my truck and follow you home." I told her. "But, to set you at ease I'm Steve and if you're not in a big hurry. I'd like to grab a cup of coffee after loading this in my truck. That way you won't think I'm just some 'nare do well trying to harm you." I could tell she had been staring at my butt and nervously flirting with me.
"I'm Pam and that sounds like a good idea!" she exclaimed with a sigh.
We loaded up her bounty into the bed of my truck she was more relaxed, flirtatious and I swear she had unbuttoned 1 or 2 buttons on her blouse.
"Follow me over there to the cafe' and we can have a cup and chat for a few minutes," I told her. We sat on the veranda outside and I placed our orders. "So Pam you getting the supplies for your honey do list to keep your husband busy?" I asked jokingly.
" Well, actually he isn't that handy and in reality I do most of the work and have to tell him what and how to do most things, but he tries his best. It can be so tiring having to be in control of everything all the time. I just wish..." her voiced timidly trailed off.
"Wished what?" I pressed.
"Oh, you know..." Pam trailed off again.
"Come on you can say it." I blurted out.
"I wish I could let go and not be in control all the time." said Pam.
