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When I talk of a sl*t–slave, I mean a professional hooker, and believe me, Lily was a dirty one. Nevertheless, she applauded being caged in slavery. I mean she could control this–forbidden obsession. Her precious, princess life died–out immediately when she made an erroneous choice. And marrying this billionaire of the south was her toughest decision ever. However, she was getting used to the d*mn guilt. Lily grabbed the doorway frame and voluptuously undid the straps holding her dress from the back. Soon, her woollen, short dress dropped on the floor, exposing her womanhood. It was a tempting beginning, just the way Ahmed liked with her. Meanwhile, Ahmed stole a brief glance at his guest to see whether he was satisfied with her first move. Reclining on the cosy couches, he cross-legged and narrowed his eyes on her, implying his curiosity. Lily was startled to meet white man's eyes on her, carefully following her moves. Ahmed must've been distinctive to have a white guest, and that would remain a history since marrying her ruthless Arabian. The more she moved closer, the more she surveyed his features intimately. He was in an oversized robe and had a burnoose wrapping his head. Meanwhile, she discovered he had a long, sharp–pointed nose, blue–eyes and an oval–narrow face. Frankly, he seemed handsome, but had nothing outstanding. Extending a big smile to his guest, Ahmed ordered, “You will dance for us, little flower, won't you?” Promptly, he snapped his fingers with a commanding face and then crossed his legs to enjoy the scene. Meanwhile, Lily tensed–up and swallowed hard. Subsequently, she dashed to the middle of the room, creating a hymn inside her head. Then, she began to tiptoe into their direction, while swaying her hips slowly, but meaningfully. Assuming the shape of a talented sl*t, she ran her hands imitating the shape of her curved physique from her shoulders to her hips, then copied the up–and–down motion. Thereafter, she pushed her chest forth and showed them her sharp–pointed n*ppl*s before cupping them with her slender fingers. Lily knew how Ahmed liked to s*ck them, so showing them swiftly accelerated his heartbeat. With a brief smile, he waved at her to indicate that she was doing exactly what he wanted to see. Seeing his motivated, she moved her hips zealously. With that, she could feel the white man's eyes all over her body. Though embarrassed, she was used to entertaining his visitors with her naughty behaviour, especially great billionaires like him. Promptly, she seized that opportunity to show him exactly what she was capable of. No wonder, Ahmed called her his little charms. Meanwhile, she fast-paced her moves and cupped her breasts, fitting them in her palm. All that remained was playing with herself, similarly to how he adored. Soon after, his guest narrowed his eyes on her and smiled. From the slight movement she could see, he must've been caressing his crotch with his thighs. Promptly, her imagination took over; that beneath his robes was an enormous white c*ck. Long and nodding, just like she liked it. She wished she could see it and s*ck it with her red-hot, salivating lips. Moreover, she wished him to have a circumcised cap, not foreskin like her ruthless boss. Her dancing was starting to control her senses. The fact that his guest was getting aroused made the scene more sensual. That reminded her of her first day here. While serving her first client, she was horrified at the thought of dissatisfying Ahmed. Moreover, it wasn't easy to f*ck a stranger. However, that was a far–forgotten tale after growing this strange boldness. Meanwhile, Ahmed made another signal, and she approached them with a seducing wave. Immediately, she bent into his sight and pushed her breasts niches from his lips. Thereafter, she copied the notion to his guest. The two men were completely aroused as he cleared his throat. Now, they couldn't resist shedding their clothes off without having another thought. After a while, the guest said, “She's really a flower.” Upon hearing that, Ahmed looked at his guest with a smile and whispered, “You haven't seen the best of her yet.” Then, he diverted his eyes to her and commanded, “Sweet, Lilly. Better!” Coldness through his words scared her as she reversed her step. Seeing him furious was the toughest thing for her to handle. Nevertheless, she understood what that meant. Though embarrassed, she nodded and hopped into action. Showing her packed, soft butt, she squatted in front of them and bounced them slightly, but sensuously. The only thing that covered her body was the long stocking touching her knees downwards. After licencing them to admire her buttocks, she turned around, cupping her breasts and then moved forward. The atmosphere was growing heavy as she grabbed her breasts and offered to the two lustful men to made good use of them. Then, she caressed herself, up and down her curvature, around her n*ppl*s before permitting her slender fingers to run through her c*nt, spreading its lips. Ultimately, Ahmed signalled her to stop, and she obeyed, cupping her waist. Now, it was his decision to make. If he were satisfied with her, he would definitely f*ck her, but if bored, he would chase her away with a disgraceful phrase. After surveying his guest reluctantly, he asked, politely, “Are you pleased with my beautiful Lilly, Jack? Just say it and I'll surely give her to you. If she's a disgrace, I'll order another slaves of your taste, who will entertain you.” The guest narrowed their eyes on her and surveyed her curvature before saying, “She's sweet. I would like her to s*ck my d*ck before f*ck*n' her p*ssy.” Upon hearing that, Ahmed turned to her and said, coldly, “Lily, your service.” Knowing what he meant, she slowly sandwiched herself between them, assuming a position that served both of them. Ahmed grabbed her arse and spread the cheeks. On the hand other, Jack uncovered his long and thin c*ck. It was longer than Ahmed's; however, the girth was slender to his. His cap would touch somewhere inside her where no d*ck had ever reached. She was optimistic that her boss would let the stranger f*ck her instead of sending her back with furious words. Ahmed's shabby fingers reaching the lips of her c*nt, he spread them apart and played with her clitoris. With that, she narrowed her eyes on Jack and sighed deeply. As she tried to gasp air to maintain her heartbeat, the white man pushed his d*ck into her mouth, deep before deeper. Her tongue tried to control it from touching her throat, however, it was too late that his cap pierced through her throat then slid back, fully lubricated. Meanwhile, Ahmed didn't cease his foreplay. This time, he slid his middle finger into her p*ssy, feeling her warmth rising within her. Whatever he did to her p*ssy just captivated her move of sucking Jack's long shaft. The sensation the combination created within her was thrilling. Though she knew her boss wasn't doing it for his pleasure, his touching was worthy provoking. With the touches, her n*ppl*s hardened with a spasm building within her. As she fast-paced the motion of his d*ck, in–and–out of her slippery mouth, she recalled the day Ahmed forced her to s*ck his c*ck until he reached his orgasm. She couldn't forget how he forced her to swallow the whole of his warm foundation. Unlike now, she was shy, disgusted to swallow his juices, like any other beginner. Back then, Ahmed was cold like a wolf. Women did what he desired, no matter the cost of humiliation. They had dressed her like a sl*t, then presented her to his magnificent palace. Simultaneously, Ahmed had been looking for a woman to marry until he met her. Even now, she could feel the embarrassment she flooded in when he stripped her naked in front of the crowd to survey her womanhood. It wasn't easy for a stranger to forcefully unveil her hands from her private parts before running his fingers into her p*ssy. Her skin had curled with a strange, remorseful resentment. To worsen it, he had grabbed her buttocks before spreading them with a slap. She could recall everything that happened in the broad–daylight; including her first mission to seduce his client before f*ck*n’ her publicly. Not only that hurt, but the way she was compelled to massage him, while dancing for him like a king. Meanwhile, his hands touched her everything, forcing her to kneel in front of him. After a while, he had forced his d*ck into her mouth before ordering her to s*ck it. It was her first time to make a man firm with her tongue. However, that memory remained fresh until now. When she tried to refute, he slapped her periodically and signalled her to continue sucking. Indeed, she was the billionaire's sl*t–slave for a good reason. From there henceforth, she had been his favourite, nicknamed as, ‘Lily flower.’ Occupied with regrets, tears rolled down her cheeks. She had never been misused like that her entire life. His determined slap made her obey whatever he asked, even if he asked her to kiss his arse. After taking his broad d*ck into her mouth, she felt disgusted, however, simultaneously warm to feel his skin supple. After doing it for a few minutes, she discovered what delight sparked through him. She remembered bringing him to climax with her sucking. His ejaculation came as a surprise inside her mouth, and she tasted his metallic fluid for the very first time. Groaning, he had grabbed her jabs and thrust his d*ck inside her mouth until the final content of his balls rolled down her throat. She couldn't move a single angle, forcing her to swallow it all. Meanwhile, a strong thrust inside her p*ssy brought her back to reality, only to find Jack's d*ck piercing inside her mouth with a geared motion. Ahmed's four–fingers played with each angle of her c*nt, causing goosebumps to form within her. After a few thrusts, she felt a spams taking control of each muscle of her entire body. Immediately, she grabbed the couches and moaned, motivating them to continue deepening inside her. The vibrations of her legs, combined with the arching of her toes signified the beginning of a great explosion. After a few penetrations, the man pressed her jaws into his crotch and groaned as his climax reached simultaneously with hers. In a few seconds, he gave his final long thrust before rolling his eyes to the ceiling. Meanwhile, a warm foundation shot through her mouth into her throat, forcing her to swallow the content of his balls. Watching his reactions, Ahmed pulled his fingers before dropping back to his couch. Meanwhile, he watched his guest's d*ck reluctantly escape her mouth. With that, Lily tasted his juices on her lips before straightening. Still, she couldn't face him, but not as much embarrassed as her first encounter with Ahmed. “How is my little flower, Jack?” He asked, before adding, “Is she sweet?” Gasping for air repeatedly, Jack said, “Definitely. Her mouth as hot as her f*ck*n’ p*ssy.” Upon hearing his comment, Ahmed stretched his thin lips into a curl before saying, “I told you she's tasty. If you don't mind, you can summon her holes in your private room. I'm certain her p*ssy will entertain you than her mouth.” “You are kind, Ahmed. Thank you. I'll surely sample her *ss.” Jack agreed. Meanwhile, Ahmed pushed his fingers inside her yearning p*ssy before punching the lower section of her soft clitoris. Despite the pain, she felt good and further aroused. She wished that his d*ck had punctured her c*nt. Meanwhile, Ahmed whispered in her ear, “Don't you dare misbehave, honey. Satisfy him with all your holes, okay?” Instantly, Jack reached for her hard n*ppl*s and pinched it playfully between his fingers. After nodding to him, Jack pulled her nipple as she followed his lead. As she passed by, Ahmed slapped her butt and declined to the couches, making himself comfortable with a cup of coffee. As they were about to close the door behind them, Ahmed shouted, “Take good care of him, Lily. Don't embarrass me, darling.” Then he nodded to him and assured, “Make use of her, Jack. She's better than that.” After offering a broad smile, Jack looked at the naked Lily and said, “Come with me, Lily. We have long hours to f*ck.” Meanwhile, Lily got thrilled to hear him say it. After giving her boss a lustful look, she shut the door and followed his steps into the private room. What a night of pleasure! *************** Ivy dropped her phone and grabbed her opponent's shoulders again, then shoved her from the bed to the chair next to her bed. With that, she pulled her hands hastily and cuffed her wrist. Meanwhile, she grabbed a stocking from her drawer and tied her legs, too. “Why don't you cuff my waist, honey?” Grace asked, tauntingly, while laughing wildly. Ivy noticed that the woman wasn't protesting a thing, but instead remained composed and willing to be cuffed. That motivated her to dash away, and observed her incredulity. With that, Grace chuckled softly and suggested, “Why don't you pull my panties off? I'll be glad if you tie me stripped.” From a distance, Ivy noticed how her face dazzled with glee, and her bronze skin curled with pleasure each time she touched her. Meanwhile, she dropped her lower lips, blinked her long, dark eyelashes with excitement and smiled. She was cheerful: like nothing harmful was going to happen to her, regardless her fault. Nevertheless, tha
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*******Roaming in her world of fantasies, I squeezed her heavy chest on mine, reversed a step and then grabbed the b*tch's round breasts.A moan escaped her pink lips, her teeth toyed with her lower lip. It was pleasurable, especially watching her wriggle her voluptuous body lustfully.Instantly, she grabbed the hem of her bra and popped it open. After admiring her bikini–pale n*ppl*s, I touched them; skin on skin while cupping them.Their texture was smooth, but when I pinched her engorged n*ppl*s, she moaned loudly, “S*ck my t*ts!”Without hesitation, I dropped my face and flicked her stiffening n*ppl*s with my coarse tongue.In a few minutes, her n*ppl*s had grown into rigid buds which yearned to be s*ck*d. Responding to my touches and sucking, she shivered, while wriggling her thighs.Still sucking her rubbery, engorged n*ppl*s, I periodically swirled my think tongue on her aureoles.Meanwhile, the beautifully made girl squirmed around me, then dropped into her knees abruptly. In
********My life was always on edge, especially now my posters were all over the walls and on electric posts. Briefly, I was termed as, “Wanted.”Despite that, I tossed my cap and shoved the restaurant's door open before walking into its cool hallway.Without much care, I left the door to swing at its pace and eventually banged closed. Considering that I was on the run, this place seemed perfect for someone looking for a hideout.I walked all through to where my heart desired –the pub's counter and slid my cold butt on a pink vinyl–cracked, tall, stool before ordering my favorite wine.After observing the place keenly, I noticed a notorious character on a stool at the corner of the pub.She looked deserted, except for the exotic paperback, which seemed familiar. If not spank me, or whip me, it was definitely five minutes fantasies. That made me grin, especially knowing that I had all that nasty book's content in practical.A real city's hooker, I thought.Since I couldn't drink with a
******The following morning, when I tried to seduce my mother back to my snare, she protested and gave me a long piece of advice. I really loathed that.The only thing running in my mind was f*ck*n' her everyday. I wanted my father's place no matter the cost. It made me feel jealous and upset simultaneously.I loved her; however, she didn't seem to understand me. Nevertheless, I kept watching her masturbate at night and come. I did the same as I waited for her to fall asleep.Instantly, I rushed to her bedroom quietly and quickly crawled on her bed and parted her legs. After finger f*ck*n' herself, her p*ssy was musky and dripping.Without hesitation, I decided to try something new–something I had seen in a pornography video a day before. With that in mind, I stiffened my tongue and licked her sl*t.My mother was awakened by a wave of pleasure slamming through her, “Ahh… You can't f*ck me again!”I didn't care about her yelling as far as I got all I wanted. Neither did I move when sh