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Wpisode 103: A Day At The Races free porn video
Introduction
Hi I’m Annie, although the pathetic sub ‘nochance dave’ who I allowed to write this piece has to call me Mistress Anna:
Smannell
Annie was quite used to being touched up at the bar of her local - The Oak, but this smartly dressed diminutive stranger wasn't one of her usual matches on a quiet Friday night.
His subtle stroke up her bare arm made her shiver as Annie felt her nipples hardening inside the thin silk blouse clinging to her pert braless breasts.
The phone in the back pocket of her tight black leather trousers buzzed, causing more moistness to pool between her thighs: “sorry I need to take this”.
It was only her live-in slut, suzy calling from under the corner table wanting to know how long their drinks were going to be.
When Annie turned back, the man had gone, just leaving a VIP suite invitation card to the race course for two. On the back he had written: ‘heard about your work for charity -bring slut - we can all have some fun’.
Back at the table, with suzy alternating between sucking on her son Mike and his girlfriend Rachel; a text arrived from an unknown number, which Annie would normally have ignored, but this felt different.
The message simply said: ‘be here at 10:00 tomorrow - I'll send a car’.
He had clearly done his homework, so Annie replied ‘Yes Sir,’ wondering what he really had in mind.
Saturday Morning
A car with blacked-out windows pulled up outside and a stunning dark haired girl got out from the driving seat. Dressed simply in a dark green leather waistcoat over a white bandeau bra,boots and low-rise shorts over shiny black leggings she barely looked old enough to drive, let alone be someone’s chauffeur.
She just stood waiting at the front door for Annie and suzy, hands behind her back, head slightly bowed - the perfect sub presentation. Despite the cold, her pretty face, bare midriff and arms signalled the start of an interesting encounter.
Annie somehow resisted the urge to grab her arse as she turned to walk back to the car; holding open the back door of the Tesla for suzy. Annie slid into the front passenger seat, never taking her eyes from the girl’s erect, dark nipples visible inside the waistcoat as the car purred away westwards towards Andover and Larkhill Racecourse.
During the 30 minute journey Gillian only spoke when asked a direct question or to answer ‘Yes, Sir’ whenever the male satnav voice gave her directions.
Gillian confirmed that the car virtually drove itself - just needing her to point it in the right direction and press the go-faster pedal. She always drove with one hand down the front of her leather shorts, only allowing Annie the occasional lick of her sticky fingers before swapping hands on the steering wheel.
It turns out that Daddy part-owns one of the horses running today and loves to impress his male friends with a steady stream of female talent in the Queens Building Hospitality Suite.
Gillian is often required to provide Escort Services in addition to driving, serving drinks topless and dancing on the tables; but today this was going to be a special type of clientele.
She opened up a bit more once they were out speeding down the A303, shaking out her long dark hair after flinging her leather cap into the back seat
Annie leant over, stroking the young woman’s face, kissing her neck, pulling her head back, claiming her mouth, savouring the taste of her lips.
A call rang throughout the car, Gillian punched the answer button and her dad's face appeared on the centre console.
“Hi babe, looking forward to your scene with Annie? I've found the racing crops for riding. See you all soon”.
Gillian had gone a bit red. “sorry about that, he's a bit demanding. He taught me to ride bareback - you know that feel of a horse between your legs. I get wet just thinking about my stallion”.
suzy had been fairly quiet, sprawled out on the back seat apart from the incessant jangling of her cuntal piercings. Shaking the useless clit stimulator she demanded “Have you got any more batteries, this rubbish has packed up again”
Gillian looked around in horror at the mass of metal covering slut's lower lips: “eugh - how could you?”
“Just shut up and drive, Miss Perfect - you'll get to suck these babies soon enough, when I sit on your pretty face. That is, if you don't kill us all first”.
Gillian lowered the full-length zip on her shorts, exposing her moist, bare cunt inside the open-crotch leggings. She pulled out the pink vibrating egg, flinging it over her shoulder: “here slut - use this - daddy has the remote control”.
slut licked Gillian's cuntal cream off before inserting it between her own lips, loving the feeling of deep vibrations.
Annie went back to playing with Gillian's tits, wondering how good they would taste covered in chocolate and whipped cream. She really fancied abusing this lovely girl for the amusement of her dad and VIP guests.
Larkhill Racecourse
Gillian left Daddy’s Tesla to park itself, escorting me and slut into the hospitality suite, full of trainee jockeys and half-naked serving wenches handing out the champagne.
Gillian fastened her collar and introduced us to daddy. She quickly kissed him, then dropped to her knees, removing her waistcoat and bandeau top to jack his erection between her breasts, leaving us to get a drink and select some jockeys to play with.
It was only then that we noticed the crowd of male guests seated near the window, watching the pre-race activity below. It wasn't until a few stood up for a better view outside that it became obvious that suzy and I were the tallest people in the room.
suzy was already surrounded by a crowd of tiny jockeys, their faces at breast level, attempting to chew her nipples, before daddy had a chance to explain the scene he wanted to watch us perform for a substantial charity donation.
Gillian handed over a riding crop, lowered her shorts and bent over a handy table, getting daddy quite excited - did he want to join in or just watch me thrashing his daughter?
She responded very well to the crop - opening her legs wider as it slid up her thighs, just grazing her outer lips, then slipping between them with a light slap. Her moans caught the attention of suzy and her crowd of admirers, who stopped m*****ing her well-used breasts in favour of Gillian’s little beauties.
Whack, whack, fondle and repeat: Gillian’s buttocks were turning a lovely shade of deep pink as juices erupting from her pussy spread onto her hot thighs, drenching her crotchless leggings and boots.
Daddy removed those last items of clothing, licking off the juices, then running his tongue up her inner thigh to investigate their source, while I continued her sub training.
The race had finished and it was time to relieve the successful punters of their charitable donations. Gillian was already on her knees when I dragged slut over to join her, taking one cock at a time into their mouths. I held Gillian back by her shoulder-length hair, frustrating and controlling the blokes maximum depth of penetration - only allowed the head of each hard erection; slut had no such restrictions - taking each cock fully to the back of her throat.
One of the topless serving girls brought over more drinks and quickly succumbed to an intense pussy fingering, again only cumming when instructed.
The two most attractive jockeys thought they stood a chance with a Mistress - demonstrating their pussy sucking skills on Gillian then suzy, before I let them anywhere near mine. At first they were only allowed to suck arse, then fuck it, before finishing off with a double-cuntal, while accepting the riding crop punishment from Gillian - she was learning fast.
The jockeys might be short in stature, but had no such problems in the cock department - provided they stood on a box, easily satisfying my cravings for a good DP fuck, while watching Gillian getting eaten by slut and wanked over by all the guests.
For the final orgy scene Gillian lay face up across the centre of a circular table, Suzy sitting on her face, as promised. I knelt between her thighs, tribbing that overused cunt while the three jockeys alternated with the serving girls bent over the table. Daddy and his guests completed the fuck scene by taking every arse in turn, accepting sloppy seconds, thirds and fourths.
We had scored a huge donation to our charity, a sizeable tip for ourselves and a brand new sub to start training - altogether a very successful race meeting.
Hi I’m Annie, although the pathetic sub ‘nochance dave’ who I allowed to write this piece has to call me Mistress Anna:
Smannell
Annie was quite used to being touched up at the bar of her local - The Oak, but this smartly dressed diminutive stranger wasn't one of her usual matches on a quiet Friday night.
His subtle stroke up her bare arm made her shiver as Annie felt her nipples hardening inside the thin silk blouse clinging to her pert braless breasts.
The phone in the back pocket of her tight black leather trousers buzzed, causing more moistness to pool between her thighs: “sorry I need to take this”.
It was only her live-in slut, suzy calling from under the corner table wanting to know how long their drinks were going to be.
When Annie turned back, the man had gone, just leaving a VIP suite invitation card to the race course for two. On the back he had written: ‘heard about your work for charity -bring slut - we can all have some fun’.
Back at the table, with suzy alternating between sucking on her son Mike and his girlfriend Rachel; a text arrived from an unknown number, which Annie would normally have ignored, but this felt different.
The message simply said: ‘be here at 10:00 tomorrow - I'll send a car’.
He had clearly done his homework, so Annie replied ‘Yes Sir,’ wondering what he really had in mind.
Saturday Morning
A car with blacked-out windows pulled up outside and a stunning dark haired girl got out from the driving seat. Dressed simply in a dark green leather waistcoat over a white bandeau bra,boots and low-rise shorts over shiny black leggings she barely looked old enough to drive, let alone be someone’s chauffeur.
She just stood waiting at the front door for Annie and suzy, hands behind her back, head slightly bowed - the perfect sub presentation. Despite the cold, her pretty face, bare midriff and arms signalled the start of an interesting encounter.
Annie somehow resisted the urge to grab her arse as she turned to walk back to the car; holding open the back door of the Tesla for suzy. Annie slid into the front passenger seat, never taking her eyes from the girl’s erect, dark nipples visible inside the waistcoat as the car purred away westwards towards Andover and Larkhill Racecourse.
During the 30 minute journey Gillian only spoke when asked a direct question or to answer ‘Yes, Sir’ whenever the male satnav voice gave her directions.
Gillian confirmed that the car virtually drove itself - just needing her to point it in the right direction and press the go-faster pedal. She always drove with one hand down the front of her leather shorts, only allowing Annie the occasional lick of her sticky fingers before swapping hands on the steering wheel.
It turns out that Daddy part-owns one of the horses running today and loves to impress his male friends with a steady stream of female talent in the Queens Building Hospitality Suite.
Gillian is often required to provide Escort Services in addition to driving, serving drinks topless and dancing on the tables; but today this was going to be a special type of clientele.
She opened up a bit more once they were out speeding down the A303, shaking out her long dark hair after flinging her leather cap into the back seat
Annie leant over, stroking the young woman’s face, kissing her neck, pulling her head back, claiming her mouth, savouring the taste of her lips.
A call rang throughout the car, Gillian punched the answer button and her dad's face appeared on the centre console.
“Hi babe, looking forward to your scene with Annie? I've found the racing crops for riding. See you all soon”.
Gillian had gone a bit red. “sorry about that, he's a bit demanding. He taught me to ride bareback - you know that feel of a horse between your legs. I get wet just thinking about my stallion”.
suzy had been fairly quiet, sprawled out on the back seat apart from the incessant jangling of her cuntal piercings. Shaking the useless clit stimulator she demanded “Have you got any more batteries, this rubbish has packed up again”
Gillian looked around in horror at the mass of metal covering slut's lower lips: “eugh - how could you?”
“Just shut up and drive, Miss Perfect - you'll get to suck these babies soon enough, when I sit on your pretty face. That is, if you don't kill us all first”.
Gillian lowered the full-length zip on her shorts, exposing her moist, bare cunt inside the open-crotch leggings. She pulled out the pink vibrating egg, flinging it over her shoulder: “here slut - use this - daddy has the remote control”.
slut licked Gillian's cuntal cream off before inserting it between her own lips, loving the feeling of deep vibrations.
Annie went back to playing with Gillian's tits, wondering how good they would taste covered in chocolate and whipped cream. She really fancied abusing this lovely girl for the amusement of her dad and VIP guests.
Larkhill Racecourse
Gillian left Daddy’s Tesla to park itself, escorting me and slut into the hospitality suite, full of trainee jockeys and half-naked serving wenches handing out the champagne.
Gillian fastened her collar and introduced us to daddy. She quickly kissed him, then dropped to her knees, removing her waistcoat and bandeau top to jack his erection between her breasts, leaving us to get a drink and select some jockeys to play with.
It was only then that we noticed the crowd of male guests seated near the window, watching the pre-race activity below. It wasn't until a few stood up for a better view outside that it became obvious that suzy and I were the tallest people in the room.
suzy was already surrounded by a crowd of tiny jockeys, their faces at breast level, attempting to chew her nipples, before daddy had a chance to explain the scene he wanted to watch us perform for a substantial charity donation.
Gillian handed over a riding crop, lowered her shorts and bent over a handy table, getting daddy quite excited - did he want to join in or just watch me thrashing his daughter?
She responded very well to the crop - opening her legs wider as it slid up her thighs, just grazing her outer lips, then slipping between them with a light slap. Her moans caught the attention of suzy and her crowd of admirers, who stopped m*****ing her well-used breasts in favour of Gillian’s little beauties.
Whack, whack, fondle and repeat: Gillian’s buttocks were turning a lovely shade of deep pink as juices erupting from her pussy spread onto her hot thighs, drenching her crotchless leggings and boots.
Daddy removed those last items of clothing, licking off the juices, then running his tongue up her inner thigh to investigate their source, while I continued her sub training.
The race had finished and it was time to relieve the successful punters of their charitable donations. Gillian was already on her knees when I dragged slut over to join her, taking one cock at a time into their mouths. I held Gillian back by her shoulder-length hair, frustrating and controlling the blokes maximum depth of penetration - only allowed the head of each hard erection; slut had no such restrictions - taking each cock fully to the back of her throat.
One of the topless serving girls brought over more drinks and quickly succumbed to an intense pussy fingering, again only cumming when instructed.
The two most attractive jockeys thought they stood a chance with a Mistress - demonstrating their pussy sucking skills on Gillian then suzy, before I let them anywhere near mine. At first they were only allowed to suck arse, then fuck it, before finishing off with a double-cuntal, while accepting the riding crop punishment from Gillian - she was learning fast.
The jockeys might be short in stature, but had no such problems in the cock department - provided they stood on a box, easily satisfying my cravings for a good DP fuck, while watching Gillian getting eaten by slut and wanked over by all the guests.
For the final orgy scene Gillian lay face up across the centre of a circular table, Suzy sitting on her face, as promised. I knelt between her thighs, tribbing that overused cunt while the three jockeys alternated with the serving girls bent over the table. Daddy and his guests completed the fuck scene by taking every arse in turn, accepting sloppy seconds, thirds and fourths.
We had scored a huge donation to our charity, a sizeable tip for ourselves and a brand new sub to start training - altogether a very successful race meeting.
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