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A Reason To Live – Love free porn video
Hello guys, I am your Anand back with the second part of the story. Thank you for the amazing response to . I am glad it made you horny and happy.
For all the new readers, it would be better to read the previous story for the context. The second part picks up exactly where we left off. On that note, get ready for another earth-shattering orgasm.
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. The events described here are imaginary. The settings and characters are fictitious and are not intended to represent anyone or any event in the real world. I have used real places to make the experience more real.
When in love, we overlook a lot of things in each other, including sexual compatibility. But as time pass by, we tend to look beyond the surface. Therein lies the problem when we know that we need more than just love.
We need satisfaction mentally, physically, and sexually. And sometimes the relationship breaks and frankly it is nobody’s fault. Sexual compatibility is also important for a happy married life.
Now back to our story.
There he was down on the floor, carrying out his deed – ‘licking my feet as he was ordered.
There is something about a man on his knees and worship my feet. It excites, empowers, and arouses me. He was licking my left foot, occasionally kissing it. His tongue traveled all the way from my toes to my ankles, just like a loving dog would lick his/her master.
It is a matter of perception. I was not degrading him – one would even say I was empowering him. He was in his rightful place, where he feels safe, under my wings where I can protect and nourish him. This is exactly what he needs. I am the only one he needs, the only lifeline he has to this otherwise awful world.
I sat on the bed and told him to lie on his back. Immediately the licking stopped. He lifted his head to look at me for a second and laid on his back with his head right next to my leg. He was facing me, and the bulge in his pant was visible. I knew – he was excited.
I smiled and began to run my feet over his body, slightly touching the skin with my toes. Started off with his forehead and finished with his torso and back to the head, all the while ignoring his tool. Every time I came closer to his dick, he got excited – quicker breath, flushed cheeks, and clenched hands.
I brought my toe back to his mouth. He pounced on it with his mouth like it was the only meal that will satiate his hunger and began slurping it.
(Guys, I know you want to take his place and suck on them. I maintain them well. These will be the most beautiful legs you will ever see and with my nails painted red – more than what you deserve. Go ahead, suck on them. You have my permission.)
Not that I didn’t like it, but I had to stop him. In a Dom/Sub relationship, the Sub must be given permission to do a certain act. If not given, he/she should seek the permission of his/her master. It is about control, respect, and completely letting go.
When you do become a Sub, you forgo your right to make any decisions. The decision will be made for you. Now you know why I had to stop him. As he was sucking my right big toe. I used my left feet to apply pressure to his disgraceful teeny-weeny dick.
Initially, he was enjoying the pressure. I heard the moan that escaped his mouth as he slurped my toe. But as I increased the pressure, he was feeling the pain. He opened his mouth to groan.
My toe slipped out of his mouth and rested in his forehead, all the while dripping saliva. Saliva formed a bridge between my toe and his mouth.
He looked at me! I smiled! I didn’t have to say anything. He knew what his mistake was. He did not have my permission to touch me. I saw his face change. He was guilty! His eyes were all watery! I knew that look – he didn’t want to lose me too, the last thread of human link he has to this wretched world.
Not saying a word, I just tapped on his tool, suggesting he open the fly. He realized what was asked of him. He was quick to open his fly and pull out his cock. It was average. I thought, maybe I will fuck that cock. I rubbed my feet on his cock – I was slow and teasing.
I kept looking at him, and he was twitching like a worm on the floor. For the first time, he was liberated and free from all societal norms. He can be just what he badly needed to be.
It was bliss for him – he was panting hard and smiling in between. All this while he made no attempt to touch me. He had his hands clenched to his pants. I never increased the speed at which I rubbed his tool. But he had enough, couldn’t hold any longer.
He came with a huge moan. He was thankful. It was pure bliss. He kept smiling at me and kept panting. I was surprised and amused when he said, “Thank you!”
However, being the bitch, I wanted more. I wanted more than just thank you. I want him to know that he was nothing here – nothing other than my toy. I demand absolute submission; I deserve absolute submission. I was about to stamp his cock – when he said, “Thank you, mam.”
And I smiled – visibly this time. I was pleased – visibly so! When the pets say Mam or mistress without being prompted, I know I have done a great job. I was marveling at my latest job well done. My pet on the floor ever grateful for being beneath my feet and the cum he squirted all over his nonexistent belly.
I spooned some of his cum with my feet and brought it to his mouth. He opened his mouth and licked off the cum in my toes. He kept sucking them as if it was the source of the juice he just tasted. I withdrew my legs from his mouth, and I could see the disappointment in his face.
I said, “Go now and wash up.” Just when he was about to get up, “Crawl my Pet – you do not stand unless I ask you to. And don’t forget to keep the door open.” He started to crawl when I again said, “Strip as you crawl.”
I know that it is difficult – What do you think I am, dumb? I wanted to keep pushing him and see how he reacts. I wanted to know how far he will go to please me. Therein lies all the power.
It was almost noon. I had to order something via room service. All that excitement made me exhausted. I wanted to recharge and get ready for our next session.
As he opened the shower in the bathroom, I called room service and ordered some food, and asked them to bring an extra plate and a special order of Chocolate Milkshake. I started prepping for the next session.
I could hear the water running down from the shower and cleansing my pet, prepping him for me. I opened my trolly and lifted few dresses, and there it was – my go-to accessories.
I always carry few blindfolds (always ready for an orgy), harness, dildos, vibrator, handcuff, anal plug, whip, and some other stuff just for women. (Have I ever told you, I love women too! If not, now you know).
I took out the handcuff, vibrator, dildo, flogger, the anal plug, strap on and laid it in the bed. I admired my possession and covered it with the sheet so that my pet doesn’t know what I had planned for him. I wanted to completely get in the role. So, I decided to dress up.
I decided to go with the slutty look to provoke him further and yet controlling him. As I did not have my usual leather lingerie, I decided to go with the laced set and wear thigh-high attached to a garter belt and pair it with high heels.
I was not the zero-figure type. I had my curves, and I loved them. The dress would look majestically slutty on me, projecting all the assets that I love. The best thing about domination for me is that – I can dress very slutty and yet be respected, feared, and obeyed.
I let my shoulder-length hair fall. It was wavy and black. All black lingerie, thigh-high, and heels on my dusky skin and pair it with some cherry red lipstick. I stood Infront of the full-sized mirror and admired me. I looked Godly and ravishing – a dangerous combination.
As I finished dressing up, I heard the knock on my door. I was seated in the chair – checking my emails for any official correspondence that needs to be answered immediately. I did not notice who came through the door. I was immersed in reading through my mail.
I did not care if the room service guy gets a good look at my body. I would have completely missed it if it weren’t for the voice: “Would you like anything else, mam?” I was surprised to hear that voice. It was sweet, young, seductive, and pleasing. I looked up and saw her.
The most beautiful woman (or maybe a girl) I have ever seen in my life. She was so stunning. I could not take my eye away from her. I have never felt such a strong affinity towards another person ever before in my life. My heart was racing, my cheeks flushed, pupils dilated, and a smile beamed on my face.
She was fair, shorter than me just by an inch, and had curly brownish hair. It was brownish-black. I could not describe it. It was a feast to my eyes. She was pretty, looked innocent, and loving – maybe this was love and a god-sent gift (so true).
She was nervous as hell. I could see her pupil dilate, her breath quickening, and cheeks flushing. It was even more visible in her because of her skin color.
“Yes, massage my legs, love.”
She was surprised at what I had just asked her to do – but her cheeks flushed even more. I knew she will push back a little and eventually obey. She began saying: “Mam, I don’t think…”
I cut her short by saying, “Come here, love!”
She was contemplating for a moment but slowly moved towards me – stood near me and said, “Yes, mam.”
“Sit,” I said firmly with a smile, pointing to the floor with my eyes.
Half-heartedly she stooped down to sit. But she could not make eye contact with me. She was ashamed, aroused, and guilty. I could how flush her cheeks were. Her cheeks were getting pink with each passing second.
Her mind was processing all that was happening to her, deciding on what to do next? Just give in? Or Keep fighting? The pleasure of giving in is, the mind doesn’t have to keep fighting to keep yourself away from what you truly want to be.
Giving in would mean more freedom, freeing you from all the so-called societal norms. It allows you to enjoy the true you without inhibitions, without judgments, and lets you completely soak in pleasure.
(Well! Enough of this bull shit. Let’s get back to the story, shall we?)
As she was deciding, I found her eyes fixated on my feet. She could not look away from it. I found my way in! The final blow to break her resolve!
“Like what you see? Love,” I observed her as I spoke, trying to discern her thought. I smiled as I recognized it. Elevated breathing, flushed cheeks, she enjoyed her view. So, I continued the provocation, “They are soft, just as you are. Go on, touch it. I know you want to.”
I extended my arm as I spoke seductively – “Common love, be a darling and feel how soft they are. How silky they are, stripped off of every single hair.”
I knew her resolve was coming down when she extended her hand. I slowly caressed the backside of her palm with my thump. She lifted her gaze from my feet, and our eyes met.
A jolt of electricity passed through my spine. This was different. She was different. The feeling was alien. Her gaze was piercing. I felt things that I had never felt before, that I never knew existed. My pussy was becoming wet, and my cheeks flushed – I had found my Kryptonite.
It was her; she was breaking my resolve too. I wanted to be something more for her, something more than just a mistress. Shreya was my Kryptonite. I realized as I read her name tag. This is another thing that I had never done before – I never wanted to know my pet’s name.
(If you haven’t realized, I never asked what the name of the guy? Yes, the one taking a bath right now!)
I did not want to think about him now. I just wanted her. I wanted to take her then and there, make her mine. I had to use all of my willpower to stop myself from doing what I thought of doing. I wanted the control back.
I broke the eye contact and smiled. I took in a deep breath and took back control that I momentarily lost. I placed her hands on my leg and guided it down from my knees.
I could see, she liked it – I saw her smile. Her gaze was back on my leg. I took my hand off her, she continued caressing my leg with her hands. She wanted more. She looked at me as her hands reached my feet. Our eyes met again. I could feel my resolve weakening again.
I desperately tried to hold on to the last bit of control I had. I could not feel anything else except for her melting eyes; hear nothing but her racing heart and smell nothing but her cheap perfume, hair shampoo and the sweat on her forehead.
I could feel the hot air gushing out of her nostrils and brushing my legs under the laced thigh-high. I smiled and said. “Go on, love!”
It was poetic – she caressed my leg from my knees to my angle and gently held my quads to lift my right leg off the floor and onto her thigh. She held on to it like a child holding its favorite toy. What she did next was enthralling. She embraced my leg with both her hands, lifted it to her face.
She rubbed her face against my leg. She was melting into it – she was happy, safe, and finally liberated. She wanted to remove my high healed shoe, as she asked, “Shall I?” By holding the shoe in her palms.
“Go on,” I smiled as I spoke. Again, her smile was enchanting. I sometimes wondered if she was even human.
I have never wanted anything more than absolute obedience from anyone before, be it a man or a woman. But I wanted more from her. I wanted her to like me, and I wanted her to love me, woo me, and be with me. I didn’t want to just fuck her. I wanted to make love to her. Like I said – my Kryptonite.
As she removed my heel, she lifted my feet back to her face and gently placed a kiss on my feet, and took in the scent of my legs. She sniffed hard and started kissing my feet vigorously. As if she was possessed, as if she was under a spell my scent.
I had to calm her down – I withdrew my legs and placed them on her thighs. Even after all this work, she did with her face, there was just a single strand of hair out of place. I tucked the hair behind her ear sensually. I did not withdraw my hand.
I was sensually massaging her earlobe – tracing the frame, circling around the edges of her ear. The sensual movement of my fingers on her ears aroused her multifold. Her grip on my leg strengthened; her breath quickened; eyes shut, and moans often escaped her mouth.
Her left hand clutched my quads strongly, and her right hand had my foot. She embraced my leg with both her hands and brought it closer to her breast. I continued to caress her face. She could not massage my legs anymore. As I caressed her right cheeks, she was so aroused as she started loosening her body.
Her head had melted into my palm. She rubbed her cheeks on my hand as I traced the frame of her face. She was moaning without a gap and often gasping in between. She was in bliss – her eyes shut, eyeballs facing up, her neck stretched upwards. Her mouth opened to accommodate my thump.
As my thump penetrated her lips, she started sucking it and was using her tongue to swirl around my thump. It was slow, erotic, sensual, and making me horny as hell. I was leaking so bad. I wanted her so badly. I did not want to tease her.
I just wanted to tear her dress and suck on her nipples; sit over her and make her suck my pussy; to fuck her pussy with my strap-on and bite her nipples so hard and make her suck my ass and fuck her ass. I wanted to fill all her holes. Not just fuck her, I wanted to love her in my own way.
I found an appetite that I so badly want to satisfy. I wanted her. I was surprised as to how much I wanted to kiss her on her lips and taste her lips. I never felt this need before. I wanted to spank her so hard on her ass and lick her ass and pussy. I have never felt the need to go all in one go.
I knew I have to stop now as this was getting out of my hand. But I just could not stop her from sucking thump. I could not stop myself. I could see the saliva dripping from her mouth and could hear the slurping sound as she sucked my hand like a cock. All this was a sudden turn of events, and I am happy for it.
With every bit of resolve I had, I pulled my hand from her mouth and, in a moment, slapped her cheeks. As the slap landed on her cheek, he came out after his bath. I could hear the sound of him walking with his knees. He saw me with the girl.
He kept coming towards us. I turned to look at her – she had her eyes closed, panting and yet smiling. I could see the impression of my four fingers on her cheek. I liked that she loved it. I liked the fact that she was into what I was doing to her.
I liked the fact that I could turn her on with actions that turn me on. I saw him resting near me on his knees. I told him to remove my left leg as I said to her, “Come here, love.” She rose from her knees slowly and came near me.
I made Shreya sit on my lap and told him to lie down on the floor perpendicular to me. He was naked, dry except for few speckles in some places and a semi-erect dick. I caressed his dick as I turned my attention to her. I grabbed by her neck and kissed her on her lips.
It was sudden and quick. She responded immediately, and for the next few minutes, we were involved in the most erotic kiss – our saliva’s exchanged, our tongues dancing in each other’s mouth, trying to explore every part. Our lips grappling with each other and occasionally biting the lips.
We both were panting. She held my face as we kissed. I felt her soft skin against my face and I was slowly melting.
As we continued kissing, I reached over her pussy and rubbed it furiously over her panties – I had pulled her skirt up as she sat on my lap. She suddenly gasped and stretched upwards. She groaned and was experiencing my fury, my love, and the pleasure.
I moved her panty to the side and directly started rubbing her clit. I was not gentle. I was as hard as I could be. As I worked with her cunt, I never forgot about the dick. I was constantly massaging it with my leg, and it was already in its full size.
I abruptly stopped to leave him fapping there. I took my leg off his tool and placed it on his stomach. As she was about to reach her peak, I stopped rubbing her pussy and kissed her neck. I was nibbling her neck frequently, and she loved it.
She often groaned and smiled at what I was doing to her. It was all new to her – I could tell. She was in a state of bliss.
Then I stopped and watched her as she calmed down, as she returned back from her state of bliss. Her breathing was returning to normal. Yet I could see her breasts heaving. I saw the droplets of sweat formed on her neck, and I licked it off her neck very sensually.
She gasped again and closed her eyes, expecting more. But I did not give her any. She opened her eyes and looked at me, and smiled. I smiled back. I asked her to get up and said, “What time will your work be over today?”
“9’o clock,” she replied.
“Come here at 9:30.” She smiled as she nodded. I knew she will come. She got a taste, and now she will want more.
“I want you to take a bath and prepare yourself, pussy clean (remembering how bushy her pussy was). I want you to think about what I did to you, every single bit, and not touch your pussy before coming back to me,” I instructed as I walked her to the door.
I kissed her on her forehead and opened the door for her to leave. She went out, turned, and said, “Thank you, mam.” I smiled as she turned around to leave. I closed the door behind her. The moment the door was closed, some kind of emptiness filled me. I felt dead. I never felt like this before.
Maybe she was my lifeline. A reason to live.
The time 2:24 flashed on the screen as I turned to face him.
To be Continued.
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