A Shortie For Susan - Part 2 free porn video
Bindi
Andy was in the shower stroking his cock, remembering the amazing fuck with his Math Tutor Bendy Bindi yesterday afternoon. In his imagination he could still feel her hot thighs pressing into his arse and her hands pinning back his ankles as she took him in the Amazon position. Just when he couldn’t imagine it getting any hotter, Susan his step-mum appeared in the shower, standing behind him, pressing her tits into his back and gripping his slippery cock.
“What are we going to do with you, you naughty boy? I bet you’re thinking about fucking that Indian slut Bindi again. Well – you’re going to have to satisfy your old step-mum before I let you between her thighs again. Get down on your knees and lick this cunt – she needs some deep sucking and then some hard loving from that lovely cock”.
Andy’s tongue slipped easily between Susan’s slick flaps, daring to hold her wobbly buttocks in his soapy hands. One finger strayed towards the centre; Susan slapped his hand away before he could make contact with her soapy butt-hole.
“That’s very rude – stick to the cunt for now –my ass belongs to your Dad. Perhaps we can get Bindi back – see if we can break her Slave Programming – doesn’t seem fair that only her Mistress can savour the delights of that gorgeous backside. Once we get that nasty plug out her ass, I’m sure we can get this cock up her”.
“I know Mum – why don’t I fuck your ass –then we can make her really jealous by sending some photos. This phone’s supposed to be waterproof, so if you bend over, I can just stick this up you with a bit of liquid soap to smooth the way. Oh Mum, you are so tight and pink and round – I don’t think I can last long, better get some more photos from right underneath –that should get the little bitch Bindi wondering what she’s missing”.
Mistress
Meanwhile Bindi had arrived home at the apartment she shared with Mistress. Perhaps ‘shared’ is not quite the right word – she was often held there against her will – handcuffed to the bed-head or wardrobe door, or wherever Mistress wanted to have her next on her return from a ‘shopping trip’.
Bindi noticed the car parked at an odd angle – clearly Mistress had been in a hurry to get started on her latest pickups. Bindi quietly opened the front door and was not surprised to find a pile of young girls clothing on the floor and a stack of empty wine bottles on the table. The pile revealed two pair of thin white, almost see-through identical size 8 jeggings and two tiny bright red bandeau tops.
Bindi almost felt sorry for the twins venturing into the gay bar – they would have been eaten alive wearing so little. No underwear visible, except for Mistress’s black latex bra and matching thong – she loves to collect her conquests panties – says she can taste the fear in their cuntal secretions.
Bindi crept into the bedroom, wondering what gross indecency to expect. Most of the candles had burnt out – just two cast a flickering light onto her bed. Mistress lay face up in her tightest black spiked leather harness – huge tits spilling out both sides and a wicked metallic dildo pointing straight up, glistening with lubricant. Either side of her lay a naked teenager – shoulder-length black hair, dark eyes, fabulous dark nipples – and wow – a dark pubic triangle just visible between primly-closed thighs. Obviously identical twins, obviously very frightened, obviously delighted to be rescued. As soon as Bindi pulled the sleeping Mistress’ fingers out of the girls, they came alive – jumping off the bed, crowding around Bindi – eager to rub their bare breasts against her rough jumper. Bindi held them very close for a moment, breathing in their delicious natural scents – each hand straying down between perfect buttocks – cupping their tiny bottoms – delighted not to feel any damage.
“Come on you two – let’s get you dressed and out of here before she wakes up. Clever girls – you must have swapped the spiked drinks”.
Back in the front room, Bindi introduced herself while sorting out the s**ttered clothing.
“Hi I’m Sweet-Ami” said Ami, hopping around on one foot, trying to pull the jeggings up one delicious leg “and this little tramp is...”
Bindi interrupted “I know – she must be Tangy-Ami. I’ve heard of you two – let me see – Dad is Bob, your Mother was Spanish. What are you doing here in the States? I thought you lived in Leicestershire England– this is a long way from home for two vulnerable ch1ldren”.
Sweet-Ami collapsed backwards into the armchair, legs splayed, pubic triangle clearly visible through the thin white crotch fabric
“Dad’s going to k1ll us – getting back this late with no knickers. He only bought those lovely grey panties yesterday, and now your Mistress has stolen them”.
Bindi’s face was only inches from Sweet’s cunt – she could almost taste the aroma of passion fruit and syrup already leaving a small damp patch in the crotch.
“I know – why don’t you try these on”? Bindi handed over a bright red latex thong with the Junior Porn Club logo to each Ami.
Tangy-Ami pulled hers on, as Bindi watched the gorgeous buttocks snuggling around the red string, then on with the leggings and top and she was almost decent. Sweet-Ami was still struggling to get out of the chair, Bindi couldn’t resist a quick lick – starting at her calves, then thighs and ending between those perfect pussy lips. Ami held onto Bindi’s head, directing the probing tongue up and over her clit and then back down into the sticky cunt and beyond. Ami squealed when Bindi rimmed her arse, emerging minutes later with her nose coated in sweet sticky cuntal fluid.
“OK, just give me a minute to get out of these western clothes”. Bindi stripped naked, turning slightly away to hide her pierced nipples. Then Tangy-Ami noticed the jewelled butt-plug: “Whoa- that’s fuckin’ huge – how do you walk with that much metal up you?”
Bindi reached around, pulling out the obscene plug and flinging it at her sle*ping Mistress: “Fuck You!” Bindi quickly covered her nakedness in a beautiful red sari, leaving the underside of one breast bare to Tangy’s fingers. She flung a few clothes and sex toys into a holdall and dragged the twins out to her car. They soon arrived at the house the Amis were swapping with a US fam1ly – apparently it was some sort of Inc*st Club – swapping homes in different countries for the summer.
Tangy-Ami sat in the passenger seat, one hand on Bindi’s thigh: “Where will you go? You could stop with us, if you like. I’m sure Dad would be happy to make space in his bed”.
“Thanks baby” Bindi replied, leaning over and planting a kiss on Tangy’s cheek “I’ll give Susan a ring, and see if she’ll have me back – we have some unfinished lusting to satisfy. Out you get, you two. Go and make your Daddy proud again”.
Bindi watched the twins tight little buttocks wobble up the path as they sneaked back into the house giggling at 4AM.
Susan’s House
Susan’s phone chirruped –a message had arrived from Bindi, with a topless photograph – her dark breasts looked unusually succulent in the moonlight glinting off the silver nipple bars.
Susan texted back ‘Sure – come on over – you know you’re always welcome’, then jumped in the shower, patting her favourite perfume below each breast. Bindi quickly arrived, embracing a nearly-naked Susan in the hallway, they tumbled into bed, lips locked together.
Susan had to break the kiss “Oww, my back! I fucked my Amazon boss in that Amazon position yesterday – we really went for it – you would have been proud”.
Bindi lay back, resting her head between Susan’s breasts: “Tell all – I want every detail”. One hand grazed down Susan’s belly to rest on her pubic mound, drawing gentle circles around the clitoris.
Hesitantly, Susan recounted how her boss Mike had called her into the board room supposedly for the annual appraisal. Above the table Mike looked perfectly normal – dressed in a smart jacket, shirt and tie, but as Susan soon discovered completely naked below the waist. Susan approached the leather chair, lifting her skirt, exposing black stocking tops, suspender belt and no knickers. Mike must have thought she was going to sit on his lap – cock rising in anticipation, but was amazed when she bent down, grabbed his ankles and lifted them up next to his ears.
Susan’s cunt was already quite wet – Mike’s cock slipped in real easy – he looked so surprised that Susan was fucking him in that amazingly hot position. With both hands free, he quickly undid Susan’s blouse and front bra catch, releasing the heavy breasts to be crushed and twisted. Susan increased the speed and fuck depth really leaning into his body, flexing her back, milking his cock with her cunt.
Mike didn’t last long “Oh shit! You wonderful bitch! You’re making me cum! Oh shit – I’ve never been fucked like this!” Mike’s first blast of cum caught Susan off guard – she never imagined he would be so easy. She rode him harder to get the last drops inside her womb – sweat beginning to run down between her breasts, back really aching now; but what a fuck! Must be worth a substantial pay rise.
Back at her desk in the office, odd suggestive emails started arriving including photos, and even one video, of her and the boss.
Susan deleted most of them as pure filth, but gradually warmed to the idea that they were congratulating her, rather than just demanding the same treatment.
Bindi had rolled Susan onto her front and was expertly soothing the backache with deep massage – locating the muscle blocks that hadn’t been used in years: “Carry on – what happened”?
“I got promoted to Chief Buyer for Sex Toys – can you imagine? I get to try all the new lines before we agree to stock them worldwide. Usually the Sales Reps are cocky blokes, who think they only need to wave their latest dildo around for a woman to want it up her. But the best are these gorgeous asian women, who just want to take me out to lunch and demonstrate their products in an expensive restaurant. But then I got this phone call from England – it’s a Professor at De Montfort University –she wants to meet to discuss Sex Robots. Amazon is giving me an expenses-paid trip to Leicester to go see her”.
Bindi: “That’s Dr Kathleen Richardson – you are lucky – can I come too”? By now the massage had turned into pure lesbian sex – Bindi had a full fist inside Susan and making her cum.
“Of course, bitch – now it’s your turn to scream”.
Andy was in the shower stroking his cock, remembering the amazing fuck with his Math Tutor Bendy Bindi yesterday afternoon. In his imagination he could still feel her hot thighs pressing into his arse and her hands pinning back his ankles as she took him in the Amazon position. Just when he couldn’t imagine it getting any hotter, Susan his step-mum appeared in the shower, standing behind him, pressing her tits into his back and gripping his slippery cock.
“What are we going to do with you, you naughty boy? I bet you’re thinking about fucking that Indian slut Bindi again. Well – you’re going to have to satisfy your old step-mum before I let you between her thighs again. Get down on your knees and lick this cunt – she needs some deep sucking and then some hard loving from that lovely cock”.
Andy’s tongue slipped easily between Susan’s slick flaps, daring to hold her wobbly buttocks in his soapy hands. One finger strayed towards the centre; Susan slapped his hand away before he could make contact with her soapy butt-hole.
“That’s very rude – stick to the cunt for now –my ass belongs to your Dad. Perhaps we can get Bindi back – see if we can break her Slave Programming – doesn’t seem fair that only her Mistress can savour the delights of that gorgeous backside. Once we get that nasty plug out her ass, I’m sure we can get this cock up her”.
“I know Mum – why don’t I fuck your ass –then we can make her really jealous by sending some photos. This phone’s supposed to be waterproof, so if you bend over, I can just stick this up you with a bit of liquid soap to smooth the way. Oh Mum, you are so tight and pink and round – I don’t think I can last long, better get some more photos from right underneath –that should get the little bitch Bindi wondering what she’s missing”.
Mistress
Meanwhile Bindi had arrived home at the apartment she shared with Mistress. Perhaps ‘shared’ is not quite the right word – she was often held there against her will – handcuffed to the bed-head or wardrobe door, or wherever Mistress wanted to have her next on her return from a ‘shopping trip’.
Bindi noticed the car parked at an odd angle – clearly Mistress had been in a hurry to get started on her latest pickups. Bindi quietly opened the front door and was not surprised to find a pile of young girls clothing on the floor and a stack of empty wine bottles on the table. The pile revealed two pair of thin white, almost see-through identical size 8 jeggings and two tiny bright red bandeau tops.
Bindi almost felt sorry for the twins venturing into the gay bar – they would have been eaten alive wearing so little. No underwear visible, except for Mistress’s black latex bra and matching thong – she loves to collect her conquests panties – says she can taste the fear in their cuntal secretions.
Bindi crept into the bedroom, wondering what gross indecency to expect. Most of the candles had burnt out – just two cast a flickering light onto her bed. Mistress lay face up in her tightest black spiked leather harness – huge tits spilling out both sides and a wicked metallic dildo pointing straight up, glistening with lubricant. Either side of her lay a naked teenager – shoulder-length black hair, dark eyes, fabulous dark nipples – and wow – a dark pubic triangle just visible between primly-closed thighs. Obviously identical twins, obviously very frightened, obviously delighted to be rescued. As soon as Bindi pulled the sleeping Mistress’ fingers out of the girls, they came alive – jumping off the bed, crowding around Bindi – eager to rub their bare breasts against her rough jumper. Bindi held them very close for a moment, breathing in their delicious natural scents – each hand straying down between perfect buttocks – cupping their tiny bottoms – delighted not to feel any damage.
“Come on you two – let’s get you dressed and out of here before she wakes up. Clever girls – you must have swapped the spiked drinks”.
Back in the front room, Bindi introduced herself while sorting out the s**ttered clothing.
“Hi I’m Sweet-Ami” said Ami, hopping around on one foot, trying to pull the jeggings up one delicious leg “and this little tramp is...”
Bindi interrupted “I know – she must be Tangy-Ami. I’ve heard of you two – let me see – Dad is Bob, your Mother was Spanish. What are you doing here in the States? I thought you lived in Leicestershire England– this is a long way from home for two vulnerable ch1ldren”.
Sweet-Ami collapsed backwards into the armchair, legs splayed, pubic triangle clearly visible through the thin white crotch fabric
“Dad’s going to k1ll us – getting back this late with no knickers. He only bought those lovely grey panties yesterday, and now your Mistress has stolen them”.
Bindi’s face was only inches from Sweet’s cunt – she could almost taste the aroma of passion fruit and syrup already leaving a small damp patch in the crotch.
“I know – why don’t you try these on”? Bindi handed over a bright red latex thong with the Junior Porn Club logo to each Ami.
Tangy-Ami pulled hers on, as Bindi watched the gorgeous buttocks snuggling around the red string, then on with the leggings and top and she was almost decent. Sweet-Ami was still struggling to get out of the chair, Bindi couldn’t resist a quick lick – starting at her calves, then thighs and ending between those perfect pussy lips. Ami held onto Bindi’s head, directing the probing tongue up and over her clit and then back down into the sticky cunt and beyond. Ami squealed when Bindi rimmed her arse, emerging minutes later with her nose coated in sweet sticky cuntal fluid.
“OK, just give me a minute to get out of these western clothes”. Bindi stripped naked, turning slightly away to hide her pierced nipples. Then Tangy-Ami noticed the jewelled butt-plug: “Whoa- that’s fuckin’ huge – how do you walk with that much metal up you?”
Bindi reached around, pulling out the obscene plug and flinging it at her sle*ping Mistress: “Fuck You!” Bindi quickly covered her nakedness in a beautiful red sari, leaving the underside of one breast bare to Tangy’s fingers. She flung a few clothes and sex toys into a holdall and dragged the twins out to her car. They soon arrived at the house the Amis were swapping with a US fam1ly – apparently it was some sort of Inc*st Club – swapping homes in different countries for the summer.
Tangy-Ami sat in the passenger seat, one hand on Bindi’s thigh: “Where will you go? You could stop with us, if you like. I’m sure Dad would be happy to make space in his bed”.
“Thanks baby” Bindi replied, leaning over and planting a kiss on Tangy’s cheek “I’ll give Susan a ring, and see if she’ll have me back – we have some unfinished lusting to satisfy. Out you get, you two. Go and make your Daddy proud again”.
Bindi watched the twins tight little buttocks wobble up the path as they sneaked back into the house giggling at 4AM.
Susan’s House
Susan’s phone chirruped –a message had arrived from Bindi, with a topless photograph – her dark breasts looked unusually succulent in the moonlight glinting off the silver nipple bars.
Susan texted back ‘Sure – come on over – you know you’re always welcome’, then jumped in the shower, patting her favourite perfume below each breast. Bindi quickly arrived, embracing a nearly-naked Susan in the hallway, they tumbled into bed, lips locked together.
Susan had to break the kiss “Oww, my back! I fucked my Amazon boss in that Amazon position yesterday – we really went for it – you would have been proud”.
Bindi lay back, resting her head between Susan’s breasts: “Tell all – I want every detail”. One hand grazed down Susan’s belly to rest on her pubic mound, drawing gentle circles around the clitoris.
Hesitantly, Susan recounted how her boss Mike had called her into the board room supposedly for the annual appraisal. Above the table Mike looked perfectly normal – dressed in a smart jacket, shirt and tie, but as Susan soon discovered completely naked below the waist. Susan approached the leather chair, lifting her skirt, exposing black stocking tops, suspender belt and no knickers. Mike must have thought she was going to sit on his lap – cock rising in anticipation, but was amazed when she bent down, grabbed his ankles and lifted them up next to his ears.
Susan’s cunt was already quite wet – Mike’s cock slipped in real easy – he looked so surprised that Susan was fucking him in that amazingly hot position. With both hands free, he quickly undid Susan’s blouse and front bra catch, releasing the heavy breasts to be crushed and twisted. Susan increased the speed and fuck depth really leaning into his body, flexing her back, milking his cock with her cunt.
Mike didn’t last long “Oh shit! You wonderful bitch! You’re making me cum! Oh shit – I’ve never been fucked like this!” Mike’s first blast of cum caught Susan off guard – she never imagined he would be so easy. She rode him harder to get the last drops inside her womb – sweat beginning to run down between her breasts, back really aching now; but what a fuck! Must be worth a substantial pay rise.
Back at her desk in the office, odd suggestive emails started arriving including photos, and even one video, of her and the boss.
Susan deleted most of them as pure filth, but gradually warmed to the idea that they were congratulating her, rather than just demanding the same treatment.
Bindi had rolled Susan onto her front and was expertly soothing the backache with deep massage – locating the muscle blocks that hadn’t been used in years: “Carry on – what happened”?
“I got promoted to Chief Buyer for Sex Toys – can you imagine? I get to try all the new lines before we agree to stock them worldwide. Usually the Sales Reps are cocky blokes, who think they only need to wave their latest dildo around for a woman to want it up her. But the best are these gorgeous asian women, who just want to take me out to lunch and demonstrate their products in an expensive restaurant. But then I got this phone call from England – it’s a Professor at De Montfort University –she wants to meet to discuss Sex Robots. Amazon is giving me an expenses-paid trip to Leicester to go see her”.
Bindi: “That’s Dr Kathleen Richardson – you are lucky – can I come too”? By now the massage had turned into pure lesbian sex – Bindi had a full fist inside Susan and making her cum.
“Of course, bitch – now it’s your turn to scream”.
Geraldine
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