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My stepdaughter's younger friend is laughting, grinding her firm little butt on my rock hard cock. Between adrenaline, fight or flight, the raging hormones flooding my bloodstream, my heart pounding in my ears drowning out the dance music and giggling, my heart pounding in my aching cock, the heat and the damp and the warm funk smells and her little navy skirt and bloomers and smooth alabaster athletic thighs and my own terror at what I want to do to her and that I have surrendered to her, to her makeup, allowed her to tie me up and... How did I get here?

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Mr. Dillard, your afternoon has been paid for by Dr. Mackenzie.

Excellent, is he here?

No sir, he bought the afternoon with you for his daughter and her friends, they're waiting for you here in the lobby.

Um... Okay, send them in.

My secretary opens the door and ushers in five very fit girls from my stepdaughter's high school.

"Hello Mr. Dillard!" chimes a stately brunette with long perfect legs and a navy and white cheerleading outfit, short skirt hugging her firm hips, a placket running up the side of her perfect thigh. "Do you remember us from your daughter's track meets? I'm Maggie" and she extends a perfect hand toward me as I stand.

"Good afternoon. I wish I could say I remember your names, but I'm not certain we were ever introduced. It's been a year since she graduated, so you would've been juniors?"

"Yep! Except for Danielle, she's a junior now" inclining her head toward an incredibly lithe, light, waifish girl with voluminous auburn red curls, porcelain white pale skin, who can't be five feet tall with incredibly slender legs and a flat chest, her pretty face, waist and hips somehow familiar... "She was a pole vaulter in track with your daughter, Claire, and now she's a gymnast. And these are Kay-kay, DIdi, and Isabella, or Bella, she's a foreign exchange student from Brazil."

Asking as I shake each of their small hands, "A gymnast, does the school offer gymnastics?"

"Nope, there is a gym near the school where we all do gymnastics and tumbling."

"It's nice to see you again Mr. Dillard!" pipes Danielle.

I sit on the edge of my desk and motioning to whichever girls would like to have the remaining three seats, "So, ladies, how may I help you? Why has Dr. MacKenzie genrously retained my services for the afternoon? Do you need help with college? Legal questions about school? Internships?" Isabel and Kay-kay take seats their pretty legs crossed at the ankle, thighs so high, Didi and Danielle stand with their legs slightly spread, attentive, with their hands resting lightly on what I imagine must be pefrectly round firm buttocks behind. Maggie steps closer, her black hair in big curls, her chin sharp, her big eyes fixed on mine, holding my attention away from the perfect cleavage revealed by her v-neck top, now definitely standing magnetically in my space, her weight shifting uncertainly from leg to leg, her hips shifting light with a little anxiety but her face still confident, her hands still resting lightly behind folded together on her skirt.

"A fundraiser, and a proposition. Have you ever heard of the flamingo fund raiser?"

"The one where someone pays a group to put pink flamingos in someone's yard, and then the flamingoed person pays to have them removed and sent to someone else?"

"Exactly" as she takes another step forward.

"Have I been flamingoed?"

"In a sense, instead of a lawn full of flamingoes, you're getting a makeover."

"A makeover?" as I laugh a little lightly, "How does this work exactly? Do I have to recieve the makeover and then send it to someone else, or can I just send it to someone else? Also, how much money are we talking about?"

"Please, Have a seat , Mr. Dillard, and I'll explain." as Maggie motions with a graceful arm, suddenly full of confidence, as if this were all rehearsed. I have a seat behind my desk.

"So, a gymnastics booster, whom you know and who knows you, has paid five thousand dollars for us to give you a makeover. You've seen his banner in the gym with the athletic sponsors, my Dad, Dr. MacKenzie. We have to put the makeup on you. Then, you pay us to clean the makeup off. And then you can send us to give whomever you would like to recieve a makeover for an additional five thousand dollars." As Maggie says this, she sits one perfectly formed little butt cheek on my desk, her skirt riding high up her thigh and, though I can't see it, I'm certain her smooth white skin all the way up to the navy bloomers concealing her sex, is resting on the desk where I've set my coffee and my own hand so many times in the past. She's looking down at me, her big eyes fixing me in my chair as she's lightly waved Didi and Danielle up, and they're now standing at either side of my chair, the three of them so close to me I can start to feel my cock swell and a charged feeling in my gut--adrenaline and arousal that I'm fighting to hide.

"Girls, this is a fairly bold fundraiser." As I swivel my head to look at each girl, Maggie sets her hand down driectly in front of me and weights it, shifting that shoulder higher, her black curls cascading over her shoulder, her body rocking over on one hip and her breasts now directly in front of my face, their perfect firm white flesh pressed in her twisting uniform top, her arm, straight all the way up to a sleeveless shoulder. "Maggie, your dad paid five thousand dollars for you to put makeup on me?"

"Yes, Mr. Dillard. And he needs pictures, of course." Kay-kay and Isabella are both sitting opposite of me with their cellphones out, already capturing video.

"How much does it cost to have you clean me up afterward?"

"We'll negotiate that at the end. It's reasonable."

"You also said you have some legal questions?"

"We're going to need you to help us with the money, since it's outside of school, to set up a non-profit for the booster club and for the schoarship fund."

"Okay, well then, I'd don't want to disappoint your father. And he's already paid for the whole afternoon, which defintely cost another five grand. My time is now yours. That's ten thousand so far, so make me pretty!" As I settle back into my chair, Didi and Danielle swing out makeup cases they've been carrying behind their backs this whole time. Kay-kay and Isabella lean forward in their seats to take picutres and video.

"You heard him girls! Make him super pretty! I'm going to go send home his secetary for the afternoon. Is that okay Mr. Dillard? Can she have the afternoon off, since you're not going to be working?"

"Sure, send her home!"

Maggie walks out my office and into my receptionst's, her hips swinging confidently now, leaves the door open, and my secretary pops her head in "Really, I have the afteroon off?"

"Yes, enjoy! See you tomorrow!"

"Thank you!"

"No problem!" and my secretary walks to the front door with Maggie. I can see that Maggie is on facetime with someone on her cellphone and my secretary is teaching her how to lock the front office door.

"Yes daddy, Mr. Dillard's getting a makeover right now. Wave 'hi' to my daddy Mr. Dillard!" as Maggie holds up her phone so her father can see me on facetime.

I wave, "Good afternoon Dr. MacKenzie!"

Maggie falls back into conversation with her father and closes my office door.Kay-kay goes over to my bluetooth setup and puts some dance music on in the office, it's a mix that the other girls obviously know, hip-hop with sultry female vocals, they automatically begin to sway a little, rocking their lithe little hips.

"Lean back in your chair," Danielle instructs me calmly, her hands on my shoulder and wrist, "Didi is a little bit of an artist." Didi is already in front of me, looking intently at my face, concentrating on my eyes and raising a brush, I glance down her top at her super small breasts, then at the array of makeup spread on my desk then up at the girls filming me. Thighs and slender arms and chests and I feel adrenaline and arousal simultaneously.

Danielle leans forward, slips a finger between my collar and tie, loosens the tie and then unbuttons the neck of my shirt, opening it. "We don't want to get any makeup on your clothes," holding my shirt down open, her hands resting flat on my chest. I surrender a little to the girls. She trails her fingertips down my sleve.

DIdi starts smearing concealer or base or something all over my face with her tiny fingertips, wiping it down onto my exposed neck a little, fingering it in around my eyes as she stretches up over me.

Nervously Didi suggests, "Scoot lower in your chair, please, I'm short. And close your eyes Mr. Dillard," as she holds a brush perilously close to an eye already closing. I slide down onto the edge of my seat. I close both my eyes, trusting my face to the girls. I feel a light brush around my wrists, my eyelids bathed in soft washes of the lightest dust, color saturating soft flesh for the first time.

"Be gentle, I'm a virgin." I joke, to polite laughs, "Applogies girls, Dad jokes." I attempt to be self deprecating, sitting vulnerable and blind. I feel the heel of Didi's hand resting lightly on my cheek and then a wetter point at the tip of my lid.

"No worries Mr. Dillard, your jokes are no worse than my Dad's." An unidentifiable voice, it must be Kay-kay's.
I can feel eye liner being applied in wet strokes to my lids. I also feel Did's waist pressing against my hand where it rests on the arm of the chair. I should move it, but I hold it still, pretending I don't feel her skirt on the back of my hand. I feel what must be Danielle's hip and yoga pants pressing against the back of my other hand. Reflexively my hand pulls a little, but she only presses more firmly. My cock is swelling in my slacks. I can feel the blood coursing into it, it's volume swelling tight against my boxers and trousers, the thin wool tightening. I swallow. Hot adrenaline floods my body. I can feel my face flush. My eyes still closed, I crave a peek!

Danielle coos in my ear, "Hold still Mr. Dillard."

Didi clears her throat. I hear a little giggling. She's pulling down on my lower eyelid and eyeliner is being applied in the outside corners.

"Relax," instructs DIdi, and her waist slips against my hand and I swear I feel something warmer, her actual pelvis resting on the backs of my fingers now, as she were gently teasing herself with the backs of my fingers. I can't see. I feel Danielle shift and her thigh is on my hand, the smooth skin of her upper thigh through the yoga tights hot on the backs of my fingers, then her soft pelvis and... her mons... pressed against my knuckles! It can't be. It has to be my imagination! It feels like Danielle is grinding her pubic bone and clit hot on the back of my hand. My cock is throbbing in my slacks, so hard it aches. Instinctively I raise a knuckle and she grinds deep! I can feel the first dops of pre-cum coursing up my shaft and I'm desperate to keep them from seeping a wet spot!

I try to pull my hand away and can't! My wrist is fixed!

Then a pencil on my eyebrows, pulling.

"Wow. These are some bushy brows! So hairy!"

I open my eyes a little in fear of what I'll see.

On my left, Didi is leaning further over me. I gaze straight down the v-neck of her top between two perfect small breasts. Further down I see that my wrists are cinched down with nylon ties around the arms of my chair.
Indeed, Danielle is grinding her mons and lips against my right knuckles, biting her lower lip, above the low slung neck of her loose blouse, her bluish pale chest is blotchy flush red blush, touching her neck with her left hand, steadying herself against my desk with her right, her eyes closed.

Didi pops, "Oops! His eyes are open!"

Danielle snaps out of her reverie and looks down at me. She blushes and smooths down the front of her shirt.
"Gross... please" blurts Didi, "Don't be coy now, you both obviously like it." as she points at my cock with the brush handle. "Ewww!" she giggles, taking a little of the edge off of the situation.

I try to sit up, but there are nylon ties through my belt and belt loops tied to the front of the chair where the arms attach to the seat. I'm trapped here, arms and waist tied to my seat. I can feel my cock swelling even harder against my tight slacks, and now I can see that there is indeed a wet spot where my pre-cum has seeped through the thin wool. Obviously Kay-kay and Isabella and Didi and, well, clearly Danielle, are appreciating the wet spot.

"Also, dang, that's scary big!" though Didi would say this, she's a tiny slip of a girl, "It's like a water bottle, or a coke can, what tha..." she stares at it and then, with one tiny finger, pokes it, like it's something weird in a petting zoo. My cock bucks at the touch and I can feel another hot pulse of pre-cum pump through it.

A collective gasp.

Maggie has been leaning silently against the wall behind me, out of sight, and now steps forward to take charge of the situation that is clearly a little off script. From behind me, she rests both her forearms around my neck and gently kisses the top of my head with her two firm breasts encased in her tight cheer uniform top. Maggie is calm and collected, whereas I have lost all composure, surrendered to my own desires and to the girls, I'm now an overheated a****l, out numbered and in an incalculably vulnerable situation. Even my posture makes me vulnerable, and my greatest vulnerability is bulging out there in all it's tumescent glory.

"Girls, get it together.

Danielle, seriously, ew, save it.

Mr. Dillard, a little more composure, please.

Undoubtedly, by now, you recognize that since we arrived with dance music, makeup, and nylon ties, we planned to do more to you than just to put makeup on your face, by the way, you look very pretty so far, Didi, you're doing a great job"
"Thanks Mags!"

"Mr. Dillard, you're right to think that five-thousand dollars is a bit much for the application of a little makeup. When Didi finishes (keep working Didi) she's going to take pictures of the festivities that follow. By now, you should be forming a clearer picture of what's happening even as your judgement clouds." Explains Maggie, and then beckoning to the girls, "Ladies."

The music is still playing, though I had completely lost track of it, drowning in testosterone and adrenaline. Now, however, I am more aware of it than ever as the girls start to dance to it, mostly gyrating their hips and twerking, Bella's perfectly round butt the bounciest, the other girls' little asses moving in taunting jerks and thrusts. Danielle, in her yoga pants, backs up to my cock, raises her ass to mount the ridge of cock that pitches my slacks up in a taut tent, her moist camel toe visible from behind, and she plants her hot crotch right on my tight slacks! I groan and pump pre-cum as she slides her ass crack down the length of my shaft, her back bare and tight and pale above the waist of her tights, her blouse loose, her red hair everywhere, then she squeezes more pre-cum up as she shoves her ass back up my cock and then she cycles back, shoving and sliding her ass up and down my shaft and I strain against my restraints! My hands clutching and fists and hips pinned! I grind my teeth then relax.

"Oh my god Danielle!" I exhale in low gutteral appreciation.

"Dang girl!" exclaims Didi, "Let me finish!" And DIdi puts the finishing touches on my lipstick and lip gloss.

"Ooooh! You are pretty Mr. Dillard!" exclaims Kay-kay.

"Pretty whorish" apraises Didi.

Didi steps aside and picks up a cell phone.

Maggie then strides up in front of me, the music still pumping relentlessly. She bends over me, grabs me by the neck with both hands, and kisses me on the cheek, a smeary make-up kiss that I am sure has left lipstick. She lets her hand fall down my chest and almost to my waist! Then she too turns around! Maggie pulls up her tight cheerleader skirt to show off her navy bloomers and the sexiest whitest thighs and most perfect ass, then she raises her ass to mount the ridge of cock that pitches my slacks up in a taut tent, her navy bloomers to taut, gathered around the tops of those perfect pale thighs, and she plants her hot crotch right on my tight slacks! I groan and pump pre-cum as she slides her ass crack down the length of my shaft , then she squeezes more pre-cum up as she shoves her ass back up my cock and then she cycles back, shoving and sliding her ass up and down my shaft! I can feel the urge to cum like a knot in my gut! How humiliating! To blow my load in my underpants and slacks like a school boy! Baseball-grandma-grandma playing baseball! AH GAHD! Maggie dismounts and lays one finger right on the wet-spot on the tip of my cock!
"No no no Mr. Dillard." She coos, "you can't finish yet. We're just getting started."

My head is swimming, Didi is touching herself, her hand inside her skirt as she leans against the wall just behind me. Bella is coming forward. Her breasts are tiny, but her hard mid-rif is showing, flat gut and belly button and hips and then her fantastic round ass! Firm globes bouncing. She's wearing a long sleeve crop top that's skin tight, and super short volleyball shorts. She backs up in front of me and plants her hands on her knees, then twerks right on the base of my shaft and my balls, brushing the insides of my thighs with her hips! My cock is just weeping hot pre-cum now. My slacks are so wet I can actually feel the cum cooling in the fabric. Bella slides the crack of her tight volleyball shorts up and down my shaft mercilessly, trying to make me cum! She turns her head to look at me over her shoulder and smiles with her sexy lips and winks and grinds her ass on my impossibly hard cock. I'm just in pain now from the strain on my pants! I lay my head back and surrender and Maggie claps and the girls laugh!

"Boys! They're so easy!" someone giggles!

Kay-Kay is next. While I was losing my mind, Kay-Kay, changed outfits. She's wearing calf-high black patent -leather boots with heels, a patent leather skirt. black shiny latex panties, black latex gloves, and a patent leather bustier. Her blond hair falling from both shoulders, her breasts so perfect in her bustier they fit exactly in the shallow cups, there is a hickey on her right breast, her face pretty and her chin strong, her eyes looking deep into mine, she undoes my belt.

Oh god no.

"Kay-kay no." I try to speak commandingly but it comes out like pleading. I don't want to cum on myself or these girls.
"Relax Mr. Dillard. Also, if you cum without permission, I'll slap you." All the command I was trying to muster is Kay-kay's to wield. "Remember. Don't cum."

Kay-kay unzips my fly. "Look girls, black boxer briefs. Who won the bet?"

They had bet on my underwear before they arrived. I'm done for.

My boxer briefs are a wet mess of pre cum. I feel a little relief from the tension of my slacks, and I can move my hips a little more, as the belt and belt loops of the slacks are tied to the chair. Kay-kay presses a firm gloved finger to the shaft of my cock through my briefs and pushes up! Ahhhhhhhh! She shoves pre-cum up the shaft and out the head and I can feel my cock pulse and

CRACK! I see stars!

"Don't cum Mr. Dillard." Kay-kay has slapped me hard in the jaw!

I'm stunned and my cock is engorged and enraged! I'm almost trembling. The air is sucked out of the room. Then the girls giggle!

"Dang Kay-kay!"

"Kay-kay, that may have been a little rough." scolds Maggie.

"Give him a kiss Kay-Kay."

Kay-Kay grabs my face with her two gloved hands, straddles my thigh, her latex panties on my leg, resting against my cock, she leans foward and kisses me full on the lips, the most lascivious, lewd, fulsome, wet kiss with tongue and pulls back slowly, trailing saliva. My cock is throbbing pressed against her hard hip. Kay-Kay dismounts my thigh.
She turns and backs her shiny latex ass to my wet mess of black boxer briefs. She rests her hips and buttocks at my balls and flounces the patent leather skirt up over my cock. My lap is a sea of shiny black, my hard cock hidden. Then she starts to pull her latex ass up the shaft of my cock, her hands on my thighs to steady herself, the latex grabbing and pulling and my hard cock pressing into the rubber. I groan and try desperately not to cum in front of these girls. I look around and the eyes of the other four are trained on me, waiting for me to slop semen all over myself in a helpless mess. Didi is filming.

Didi is filiming.

"Is Didi filming all this?" I whimper.

"Oh, oh yeah. Definitely." Answers Maggie with a smile.

"Oh fuck." I groan.

"Oooo-mmmmmm" coos Kay-Kay as she dry humps my cock.

My hips newly freed instinctively rise into her.

CRACK!--"Sit still!" She slaps me and commands!

She's sitting on my lap, griding. My wet shorts stuck to her warm latex panties, she's pressing with her fingertips against her clit as she grinds her pussy on my shaft!

"I would tell you to pull my hair." tesaes Kay-kay in an orgasmically throaty voice, "but you're tied."

"I'll pull it!" volunteers Maggie, and she pulls Kay-Kay's hair toward my face and puts her other hand on Kay-kay's bare thigh! "Get it girl!"

Kay-Kay grinds hard and deep on my hard cock and I feel myself about to cum again! The knot in my gut about to burst and my cock bucks a little! Buck! Buck! I'm about to cum and don't care oh god I just want to cum so hard keep bucking andhumping and... and Kay-kay yelps and Maggie tugs and I feel Kay's hot cunt jerk and buck and she trembles and collapses back on top of me! She just lays there panting for an eternity, my hard cock pinned beneath her, waiting, helpless. Finally, she stands.

"Damn. He still hasn't cum."

Danielle pops, "I'll finish him off."

"No! No really! I don't need to have this experience. There definiely doesn't need to be video of this experience. Really. I'm fine." I plead, fruitlessly, knowing this has been the plan all along, to get humiliating video of me cumming all over myself for blackmail.

With her dainty little fingers, Danielle grasps my slippery shaft and pulls my cock through the front of my briefs. It pumps another glistening jewel of pre-cum. I'm burning red, my cheeks are flush under all this makeup, my legs are numb from being tied to the chair. Danielle touches the drop of cum with her fingertip, my cock bucks again! My cock, thick as a coke can, nine inches stabbing up into the air. I want to hide it, to put it back, but it is thrust out cooling in the air.

"Damn girls, look at that! Didi, check this out!" The girls all look at my cock apraisingly. "Not bad." "Yeah, that's pretty impressive." "Or gross, look at all the veins!"

"Give me the sharpie!"

Danielle takes the sharpie and writes 'DANI'S COCK' up the side of my cock. Her little fingers don't reach all the way around, they're just warm on the side of my cock as she holds it steady, and the sharpie tickles it and more pre-cum pumps hot out the tip!

Oh the knot is tightening in my gut!

'I LIK GIRLZ' Cute little porceilain doll Danielle and her warm soft fingers and porcelain neck and beautiful collar bone and bare shoulder and bra strap and little breasts and smooth skin so white it's almost blue except for the pink flush on her breast and cheek and drawing on my cock with her tongue out the corner of her mouth and her little hand around it and OH GOD NO! The knot POP

PUMP PUMP PUMP PUMP PUMP!

"Eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!!!" Danielle shrieks! My cock has exploded and is shooting great jets of hot white cum all over her hand and the sharpie and my shirt and tie!

"Oh fuck." I moan.

"Victory!" shouts Didi!

...

"Well, that was fun." proclaims Maggie. "I guess we had better start cleaning up. Which brings us to the next financial discussion."

"Yes, cleaning, would you mind freeing me of my restraints so I can get clean?" I beg.

"Actually, you remain just like that through the rest of the discussion and the cleaning." insists Maggie.

Now I'm frustrated. Tied to a chair, made up like a whore, I can feel one tear coming out of the corner of my eye. Between the sweat and the tear and the lurid kisses I must look like a tremendous whore, my pants open and cock out, sharpie on it, semen cooling on my shirt and slacks and sloppy flacid penis. All the electricity has gone out of the room. Now there's just icy-hot-prickly humilation and vulnerability.

"The cleaning payment includes the following services: One, while you're still restrained, the rest of us will leave you and the girl of your choice, and she will clean up the makeup, your cum, and, well, she'll make an effort at making you feel presentable. And two, digital cleanup. Didi will clean all of these digital devices of any record of what has transpired this evening. You will be able to keep the cell phone she used, it's a used iPhone that, as you can see, has no service, it's just one I used to use."

Didi has handed the phone to Maggie. Maggie is scrolling through the pictures to show me images of myself being dry humped by scantily clad girls, my face a lurid masque of a whore, but still recognizable, Maggie behind me in most of the images making mocking faces of my distress at trying not to cum. The light has gone dark out of the office window. The afternoon has come and gone.

"How much? How much is the digial cleanup and how much does it cost to be freed?"

"Makeup removal and being cut out of your restraints is only three-thousand dollars, or you can wait until morning in this state for your secretary to find you."

"And"

"Digital cleanup is an aditional three thousand dollars."

"How do I pay you?"

"Paypal."

"Okay."

"We'll clean you up and free you, then you'll pay the full amount, then the digital cleanup."

"That's still risky for me."

"But you don't have much choice." Maggie pokes my flacid cock with a finger.

The girls are standing around me, standing over me as I'm still trapped on my back in the chair. They look utterly unimpressed.

"Pretty gross." comments Didi.

"You get used to it," explains Bella.

"So, which girl would you like to clean you?"

I look around. Obviously not Didi. Bella and Kay-Kay are too unsympathetic, and too attractive, I would just feel more disgusting. Obviously not Maggie either. "Danielle, please." my daughter's friend.

"I guess we all saw that coming." "Definitely" "Dillard and Dani sitting in a tree, k-i-s-s-i-n-g"

"Okay. I'm going to leave Danielle in here with you, and I'm going to let the other girls out. I will wait for a bit in the front office, when you're ready I'll come back to transfer the money and talk about setting up the non-profit"

...

Just the two of us.

I'm tied to a chair, made up like a whore, I can feel a sticky place on the side of my head where one tear leaked out of the corner of my eye. Between the sweat and the tear and the lurid kisses I must look like a tremendous whore, my pants open and cock out, sharpie on it, semen cooling on my shirt and slacks and sloppy flacid penis.

Danielle gets some makeup wipes and some lotion.

"Relax Mr. Dillard. You can trust me." Danielle is filled with the magnanamous generosity of a powerful insider, of someone who feels their power but also some of the vulnerability. We have known each other for years, and now she offers comfort as if my vulnerability was to her and not to the situation.

I feel cold daubings on my forehead and she pulls a trashcan closer. She wipes the makeup off and drops the waste in the can. The repetition of the cooling wipes and the cleansing feeling pull the tension out of me. I can feel my arms relax, fists I didn't know I was making unclench.

Danielle is cleaning my eyes.

Danielle is cleaning my lips.

Danielle kisses my lips.

I open my eyes and Danielle is getting some wet wipes to wipe the semen from my flacid cock, she's pulling it cool and loose, carefully. I'm humilated and embarassed like some kind of toddler until she sits back on her heels and pulls her shirt off over her head.

"Danielle. I."

"It's okay. This is part of the cleaning."

I'm still tied and I can feel my cock start to swell again and Danille reaches behind her back and undoes the clasp of her purple bra and it falls away from two lunar pale a-cup breasts. Her loose red curls float around her shoulders.
With two delicate hands she scoops my cock as it swells and puts her soft mouth on it! Then she puts my whole soft cock into her warm mouth and moans as she sucks it hard! My shaft growing engorged as she sucks and slurps! She takes my thick nine inches in both hands now and stretches her suddenly too small mouth around and impales her face on it until the back of her throat is hard and hot on my cock and she chokes and gags a little, her delicate bone shoulders hunched and coughing spit, GLARCH, as she bears down on my thick fuckstick.

Then she stands.

Danielle is magnificent, a hard bodied little girl with tiny pert breasts, naked from the waist up but sheahed in skin tight black down to her ankles.

She strides around behind my chair and carefully tips and lowers me to the ground. I'm on my back, my wrists still bound to the arms of the chair, sliding out of the pants that are still tied to the front of the chair, I'm now bare halfway down my thighs. I don't dare speak and ruin what's about to happen. My cock is throbbing once again. It's so hard it aches, Danielle's drool cooling on it.

Danielle straddles my face, and then she smothers me, just dry humps her hot damp camel toe into my nose and mouth. Desperate to taste her cunt, I lick and kiss her tights as she grinds her young cunt into my face, nearly breaking my nose! I smell cunt and ass and heat and salt and wet tights and my cock is throbbing and pre-cum is coursing through my shaft and she's crushing my head against the floor and riding it hard, her fists pulling my hair and her thighs around my ears and her muffled cries and rocking pelvis and wet wet cunt and her orgasm floods my face and she's trembing and quivering and cumming hard on my face and tearing my hair and I can't see or hear or breathe just hot suffocating warm damp black.

Danielle crawls off of me and sits back shirtless against the wall, her pale torso flush and blotchy and sweaty. She rests her foot on my shoulder and rocks her bare toes against my face.

Then she stands.

"Open your mouth."

I open my mouth and she shoves her toes in with my tongue and I suck her cute little toes as I look up at her camel toe and little tits. Then Danielle takes her wet foot and mashes my hard cock with it. My cock bucks against the pressure. She slides her slick toes up and down the shaft.

"Oh god please yes."

Danielle sits against the wall behind me and cradles my head in her lap, leaning back, she kicks both feet up into my lap and cradles my thick cock between the arches of both feet and strokes. She stokes my shaft in hard short strokes crushing my cock between her hard arches and pulls my hair and my head is resting at her waist, her little tits right atop my head, hard little nipples on flat breasts, her abs hard on the back of my head, her hard thighs over my shoulders and my cock tight between her feet! Her hot little feet and my cock slick with spit and pre-cum and the knot tightening to snap again and oh go god oh god! GAHHHHHHH! I blast semen all the way up to my own chin!

POP POP POP POP PUMP PUMP PUMP!

Thick shots of cum land in white ropes up the legs of Danielle's tights and she's laughing! Thick cum coating her toes and ankles and up the insides of both legs and on her thigh and knee and her gut is chuckling!

"I've never done that before! YAY!" Danielle explodes in pride and laughter!