CuttyChapter 12: Sunday Morning free porn video

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Sunday morning

Donna woke up with a shock. Her body tensed in a single second.

“HMMM, HHMM.” She tried to scream. She looked wide eyed into the brightly lit room of the hotel. Someone was pushing something in her ass! She tried to move but found she was bound spread eagle belly down on the master bed. Screaming was impossible as she had a large uncomfortable ball gagging her mouth. She lifted her head and looked back. She saw Ms. Brendan dressed in some fetish suit pushing a tube into her naked ass.

“What is going on?” Donna thought. “What happened yesterday?” She tried to recall, but after the second time Ms. Brendan face-sat her it all was a blur. “I don’t even recall leaving the place...”

Another painful push of the tube deeper into her ass made her twitch again and painfully look back at Ms. Brendan.

“Awake Cutty?” Ms. Brendan smiled, as she looked at the turned head of Donna. “Just a minute, got to fix this properly,” and she gave it a final hard push, making Donna squirm once more in agony. She patted the naked round ass of Donna. “I’m giving you an enema, to clean your bowels in preparation for the sexual activities of today.” She walked in her high black heels towards the other side of the bed, were she sat down next to Donna’s face.

“Today will be a very tough day for you. We will work you through some real kinky sex acts,” she said as she looked down at Donna.

“We?” Donna thought, “Is Rebecca also here?” But then she noticed the driver coming in.

“Consider it part of your next training stage,” Ms. Brendan explained. The driver placed a large bag with liquid in a metal frame at the end of the bed and attached the tube to it. Immediately the liquid started to flow into her ass.

“It cleans the body, amongst other things,” Ms. Brendan explained with a smile, as she saw Donna’s discomfort as the liquid poured into her through the tube, “But mainly we do it so when we ass fuck you, we don’t have any problem with your shit.”

“Ass fuck, they will ass fuck me?!” Donna thought, highly alarmed.

“Yes, Cutty. Today we will kind of do everything with you that you were always taught to be incorrect.” She pulled up her black corset a little and adjusted her stockings. “You will be tied in various painful poses and fucked silly with dildos.” Ms. Brendan gently caressed the face of Donna. “I will be very, very rough on you, and I would advise you not to disobey. It is the best way to get through the ordeal. Yesterday you have been so cooperative, I just hope you will be like that today too.”

“Yesterday, how what why...” Donna remembered a bit more now she was wide awake, but now she got distracted by the fluids running the wrong way up her ass.

“An enema...” she pushed her face into the sheets.

“Relax, Cutty, you will just make it so much more painful if you don’t.” Ms. Brendan was still lovingly caressing her face and her hair, “We gave you some shots to get your system neutralized. Tonight you’ll just need to sleep it off, and tomorrow you will be as good as new, apart from the pain in you private parts.”

Ms. Brendan stood up and left the room, leaving Donna with the driver alone in the room.

As Donna underwent the enema, closely monitored by the driver, she recalled vaguely the end of the evening. She had been drunk and even so was still fed more alcohol after the phone call of Robert.

“Robert!! What will he think, what will I say?” The possible consequences of what he had heard were too frightening to think about. Donna just blocked them away immediately.

She recalled Rebecca instructing her to lick her, getting a curious vengeful look from her. Had she been out on revenge for the past? That would be so wrong! It had taken some time and a few more drinks to get her to comply. She had found herself out of control again. So, while drunk, hot, confused, she had licked Rebecca anywhere she was allowed, or instructed. It didn’t matter anymore. She gave into her lust, just surrendered and enjoyed. Whenever her mind would become a little bit clear she would be overcome by a wave of shame, disgust, as she found herself licking every body part offered, and heard herself moan, talk, begging for more.

The two women had enjoyed themselves with her, she now understood. She had licked their clits, lips, assholes even. They had used her, and she had loved being used. Drunk she was for sure a completely different person.

“This enema hurts!” Donna thought as cramps brought her back to the present. But the bag was empty now, it was all in her belly. Next the liquid was held for half an hour in her stomach after which it was let out, or better, she shit it out. The humiliation of having her feces being collected by the driver was almost unbearable. She just pushed her head deep into the matrass, hiding her red ashamed face.

The driver, however, did the dirty job without saying a word. She collected the feces expertly in the bucket and wiped Donna’s behind clean. This of course caused Donna to feel embarrassed all over again, as her nether region was unceremoniously handled like that of a child’s.

Once clean, and all dirt collected in the bucket was disposed of, the room was freshened by opening the windows and lots of air-freshener. Next came another unwanted surprise, as her free butt plug was inserted, causing immediate new discomfort to Donna. Despite the amount of lube that was applied. Once the, according to Donna way too large, plug was in place the driver walked out of the room, her work obviously done.

Five minutes later she came back with Ms. Brendan as she pushed a breakfast table with Donna’s ‘breakfast’. The rolling table was covered with dildo’s in all sized, with clamps, and with whips.

“Look how we will torture you!” Ms. Brendan said proudly as she stood in front of the table. “And we’ll start with this,” she pointed at the black dildo strapped on in front of her.

“Look,” she showed as she picked up a bottle with gel. “You first lubricate it. We’ll do it a little more as it is your first time.” As she went about to smear the gel around the black dildo she continued to explain. “We’ll put some more in your ass too.” She instructed the driver with a wave of her hand to get to it, as she was busy with her show.

Donna, terrified, tried to move away, but it was hopeless. She felt the driver first forcibly remove the plug, which was already very painful, then the driver’s fingers dug into her ass and started to smear the gel around.

“You’ll learn to endure this, Cutty.” Ms. Brendan said as she walked to the back of Donna. “Whether you actually like it, I do not really care. You’ll learn to pretend to like it at least, trust me.”

“She’s ready,” the driver said as she stood straight up and wiped the gel from her fingers with a paper towel.

Donna frantically wanted to stop them but could do no more than just wriggle and shake her ass. Simultaneously with the statement of the driver Ms. Brendan pushed the strap-on slowly into Donna’s ass. Donna felt the large rubber intruder spread her ass wide. She screamed into the gag, and moved around, but found even her waist had been tied to the bed, so she just couldn’t do anything to stop the intrusion.

“Stop it, stop it!!” she screamed. This was so much worse than the butt plug!

Deeper and deeper the black dildo went, into the freshly cleaned bowels. Ms. Brendan slowly moved it up and down, every time thrusting it a bit deeper, and using a bit more force. Donna therefore faced a steadily increase of pain in her ass.

“Oh shit, how can people enjoy this? It’s fucking painful!”

“How is the housewife hanging on?” Ms. Brendan inquired, as she pumped up and down.

Donna’s mind raced at how different her situation was from yesterday, or from months ago. The ‘relationship’ had turned ugly. She was being raped, ass raped! Would she tell somebody, could she tell somebody? All this went through her mind in between the painful thrusts of Ms. Brendan.

“If you lift your ass, it is less painful... , “ Ms. Brendan told her as Donna’s tears were rolling down her cheeks. “ ... I’ve been told,” she added sarcastically.

“It is, Ms. Brendan,” the driver who just watched the scene acknowledged.

Donna, very much in pain, tried to comply. “Anything to lessen the pain,” she thought.

However, It didn’t help much. After a half hour of relentless ass-fucking Ms. Brendan stopped and popped out the dildo. Donna, relieved, let her upturned ass down and sighed with gratitude.

“At least that is over...” Donna thought miserable. She was sweating like a pig. And the pain was intense. Ms. Brendan had just focused on fucking her deeper and harder all the time. And worse was the silence. Nobody spoke a word, so only her grunts on every thrust into her ass of Ms. Brendan were echoing through the room. The way the driver just drank her orange juice, while looking at the scene, the sun light shining happily into the room, it all made it worse. It all made it clear for Donna she was raped, and there was nothing she could have done about it. Worse, there would be nothing she would do now, afterwards, either. How would she explain all this?

Ms. Brendan crawled off the bed and walked to the front of it, facing Donna once again. “And? How did your first true ass fuck feel?” she lifted Donna’s head by pulling her brunette hair. “Pretty intense wasn’t it?”

Donna’s face was speaking for itself. She had cried from pain through the whole ordeal, snot was drooling out of her nose, and spit was drooling outside the ball gag.

“Okay, she’s pretty subdued now,” Ms. Brendan told her driver. “Let’s loosen her up so we can double team her.”

As the driver went about untying the legs of Donna Ms. Brendan cleaned up her dildo and placed fresh gel on it.

“I’ll go into her pussy, you take her ass,” she said coldly.

Donna was still in pain as she was repositioned. The cold manner of the two ladies made her fearful. She felt like they could do anything to her, for the first time in her relationship with Ms. Brendan she felt the true debt of how evil Ms. Brendan could be. No comforting words were spoken, no care for her feelings, neither emotionally, nor physically. The way the driver moved her about was rough. Donna felt she was in the hands of some psychos.

“Don’t move too much, your muscles have been stretched and are very painful now, Cutty,” Ms. Brendan said. “Let us take care of you, just go with the flow, it is the less painful way.”

She drank an orange juice as she watched the driver untie Donna hands, and then retie her hands tightly behind her back, causing Donna new discomfort. But her grunting through her gag was to no avail. From her arms behind her back a rope went up to the ceiling lifting her up, so she was forced to sit in a kneeling position, bending forward.

“Spread your legs, so Ms. Brendan can lie between them.” The driver ordered as she pulled Donna’s legs apart.

“I must be dreaming,” Donna thought. “This is so different from the way I have been treated up to now ... This is rape!”

Her ass was still in pain, and now she was forced into another uncomfortable position. “Why would she do this to me? I’ve been cooperating, I’ve been good...” Yet Donna could not do anything except mumble some complaints, which were silenced by the gag.

Ms. Brendan picked up a short whip, a flogger, consisting of a small handle and several long leather ropes. She tested it in the air a few times, causing chilling whizzing sounds. She smiled evilly at Donna as she walked up to her. The driver behind Donna had finished with the ropes and had also cleaned Donna’s face. Donna saw she was putting on a strap-on too. She had a white dildo, of similar size as Ms. Brendan’s.

“I hope you are wet and ready, Cutty,” Ms. Brendan said as she looked Donna in the eye, knowing it was not the case. She crawled backwards on the bed and positioned herself in between Donna’s thighs.

“No time to waist, I need to come, Cutty!” Ms. Brendan said, as she slipped her black dildo into Donna dry pussy. “And you need to work for that.”

“HMMMHMHMH!” Donna protested, but she was unable to move away. Her wild movements merely caused her arms to be twisted by the rope from the roof.

Ms. Brendan ignored her as she looked at her driver who came up from behind and pressed against Donna’s asshole.

“Fuck no!!!” Donna twisted her head back as she had totally forgotten about the driver.

The driver gave her also an evil smirk and pushed forward, merciless.

Donna already in pain now was in sheer agony. Both her holes were filled, and it hurt like hell. She had never been double teamed before. She didn’t know how to move, and as she tried, she of course was tied and couldn’t move much anyway. In addition, she was dry, and not aroused at all. She was close to a panic attack.

“Fuck me, why, why, oh shit!!” her mind screamed.

The driver started to pump into her ass, which caused her to glide up and down the strap on from Ms. Brendan. The air was filled with the cold grunting of the driver, who really picked up a much faster pace than Ms. Brendan had done before, and Donna who moaned at every trust in her ass, which made her painfully slide up and down the dildo in her pussy.

Ms. Brendan lay rather passively, looking at Donna enjoying the view. The agony on Donna’s face, and the large mother breast bouncing on the rhythm of the driver’s ass pumping. Donna bucked her head up and down, and had her eyes closed. Her world consisted only of pain right now.

Slowly her pussy became lubricated by her own juices, making the pounding in her pussy less painful. That was the moment Ms. Brendan started to fuck her. Not only that, but she used her flogger to hit the bouncing breasts of Donna above her. Donna with her hands tied behind her back and pinned on the two dildos couldn’t do anything against the flogging.

For another half hour she was abused like this. The driver coldly, roughly, fucking her ass, Ms. Brendan fucking her pussy, and flogging her breasts, who turned red from the assault. Just as with her first ass fuck no words were spoken. Ms. Brendan gave Donna only cold, ice cold stares, as she flogged her breasts, making sure every part was inflicted. The grunts in the otherwise silent room were the only proof of the awful ordeal Donna went through. She heard herself making the grunts, she heard the driver grunting in the back of her, she saw the evil smile on Ms. Brendan’s face. And the pain. It just went worse. Even her juices couldn’t lubricate her pussy enough to make it go away. Her lips twisted every now and then making it feel as if needles were pushed into her pussy.

Finally, Ms. Brendan came. She grabbed Donna with her left hand by her shoulder and had her eyes closed as she enjoyed her orgasm with a smile. Donna was still ass-fucked by the driver, so she rocked-on on the dildo of Ms. Brendan, increasing her torturer’s pleasure.

By that time Dona’s breast were whipped raw. They were now a dark red color. No real deep lasting marks were made, but the pain was incredible.

The driver pulled Donna up and Ms. Brendan, smiling and exhausted, slowly got up too.

“Ah Cutty, I’ve been waiting two months to enjoy you like this, more if you knew how long I’ve noticed you.” She said as she sat on the side of the bed. Donna still stood bend over with her arms backwards up towards the sealing, and her legs stretched down. Her head hung down as she was slowly coming back to the living.

“Oh fuck, my ass hurts, my pussy feels like it has been torn apart, and my breast have been whipped raw!” Donna still couldn’t really believe this was really happening.

The driver who had hung her high up after the double fuck came back into the room with refreshments for Ms. Brendan.

As Ms. Brendan drank her second juice, she admired the figure of Donna.

“You’re very firm and slender for your age, Cutty,” she complimented as she looked at the long thin legs, the nice ass, her beautiful belly. Even her breasts, now hanging downwards, were still pretty firm. “The work-out has done wonders.”

“Treat her wounds,” she simply instructed as she turned and left Donna in the hands of the driver.

The driver started to oil and softly massage Donna’s tortured tits. The message helped and Donna quickly felt less pain. But her mind was still in turmoil.

“I’ve been raped, I’m in a hotel room with two women who just torture me, abuse me. I’m defenseless, I have to cooperate, I...” she sighed hopelessly, “What will they do to me next? How do I stop them, how do I get out of this situation?”

She felt ashamed and worthless, as she hung helplessly from the ceiling.

After a good 15 minutes of the cooling message Ms. Brendan entered the room again.

“Are we feeling better?” she asked when she stood in front of Donna. “You want to get out of this rather uncomfortable position?”

Donna nodded her head, her arms still stretched backward, up to the ceiling. Her standing on the bed with her legs stretched, and the high heels which didn’t gave her much steadiness, was tiresome.

“Good,” she signaled the driver who untied her from the ceiling. Donna fell on her knees bend over. She was glad her arms were not turned upwards anymore. Next the driver uncuffed her arms, but only to lock them above her head once again, and in no time she was hooked up to the ceiling again, forced to kneel upright.

“We have been helping you up to now. Now it is time for you to do it on your own.”

A small table was positioned beneath her, and Donna was forced to stand on it.

“We’ll need a steady underground, Cutty.” Ms. Brendan explained. “Stand on your heels and bend down.”

Donna did as she was told and felt herself lowering her body onto something thick.

“Yes, that is a dildo, attached to the table. You will fuck yourself on it. To make it easy you can fuck the dildo with your pussy this time. Later you’ll ass fuck yourself with it.”

Donna looked wide eyed at Ms. Brendan.

“She can’t expect me to do this!” she thought, as she felt her legs were locked in chains to the small table. In addition, her waist was locked with a chain to the table too, in such a way that she couldn’t get up, and could only pull herself up just above the dildo. She could not move more than a few inches forward or backwards.

“Fuck, I can’t hold this position for too long...” Donna understood. She would have to lower herself onto the dildo sooner or later. She was naked except for her high heels, chained above a dildo.

While Ms. Brendan and the driver looked on as Donna fought to maintain her position, but had to slowly give in, and ever so slowly went down on the dildo. First only the tip, but once it was in, she lowered herself until she was resting her ass on her bended legs.

Ms. Brendan admired the view of the lovely housewife sitting on her dildo, legs spread.

“Good, Cutty.” she said. “Now go and fuck yourself with the dildo.”

Donna looked at her in disbelief. “She is nuts, I won’t fuck myself! It still hurts from her rape!”

Ms. Brendan picked up a long whip this time. It looked like a whip they used for horses, it had a long stiff part, and at the end a flexible thin part, ending with a knob. Before Donna could even wink, she heard a whirling sound followed by a sharp pain on her left breast. Another eerie sound, and yet another sharp pain, this time on her left arm. Next she was hit painfully on her face.

“I will keep on whipping you until you go up and down that dildo, Cutty.” Ms. Brendan warned as she sat down on a chair, whipping her again.

The pain was intense. Unlike the previous flogging this one gave a lasting sharp pain, and on top of that Ms. Brendan hit her everywhere, not just her breasts.

Donna gave in after another few blows and pushed herself up. The whipping stopped.

“And down” Ms. Brendan said and whipped her once again.

Soon Donna found herself going up and down the dildo. If she slowed down Ms. Brendan would hit her with the whip without mercy. Even if she kept up her pace, she would get a hit every now and then if Ms. Brendan believed she was not enthusiastic enough.

Donna was forced to fuck herself faster and faster. Soon her pussy was reacting to the assault by producing the necessary juices. A sopping sound could be heard mixed with the heavy breathing of Donna. She humped up and down as fast as she could, keeping a scared eye on Ms. Brendan with her whip.

“I want you to come, Cutty.” Ms. Brendan said after what seemed hours to Donna. “Or a least convince me you came...” A smirk on the face of Ms. Brendan showed that she did not believe Donna could fake it convincingly.

Donna herself was using her tied up arms by now to push herself up, together with her tired legs. The beautiful housewife was sweating all over.

“Oh fuck, I can’t keep it up any longer.” Donna thought, “If I slowdown she’ll whip me, if I fake it she’ll whip me, and I don’t feel aroused at all!” she wished she could come on command!

Donna decided to go for the fake option and started to moan as if she got aroused.

“Faking it, aren’t we!” Ms. Brendan responded, and the whip came down hard on Donna’s right breast.

Donna stopped acting and frantically started to hump the dildo, trying to stimulate her clit by moving her hip forward and backward as she moved up and down.

“Don’t slow down, Cutty,” Ms. Brendan remarked and whipped her again a few times.

Soon Donna was really fucking the dildo with vigor, just to stimulate her clit, just to come. Donna hopped up and down, moved her hips forward and backward, and even looked down to find out how she could best stimulate her erotic areas. She finally found a way of bucking up and down and rotating her hips and ass that stimulated her the most. She found out how to rub her G-spot with the large dildo and how to rub her clit on the large shaft as she went up and down. These movements were the ingredients for a very erotic ‘dance’. By the lack of whips she knew she was doing a good job, which encouraged her to continue, and as she rubbed faster and faster she did get aroused. She decided to close her eyes and pretend that it was Robert fucking her as an ultimate attempt to come. It worked slowly. With the absent of the whips she could block out her real situation, and soon she got into it. She bucked faster and faster, up and down the dildo, her Robert. She moaned through her gag all sweet encouraging words to keep her Robert aroused, to keep him stiff as she usually did.

Her juices started to flow freely, and she felt the dildo, Robert’s dick, was now completely drained in her juices; she was coming!

Standing on her high heeled shoes, tied, naked, she pulled her head up with her eyes closed and enjoyed her nearing orgasm. She bucked harder and harder, pushing the dildo on her G-spot, rubbing the tip on her clit, and along the shaft as she went down on the fake dick. She pushed her head back and stretched her upper body as she felt she was about to come. She moaned loudly into the gag ... and she came. She bucked a few more times, but basically her whole body spasmed, and she just enjoyed the moment, she had completely forgotten her real situation. She was sweating from the intense exercise, breathing heavily, with a nervous smile on her lips.

She was like that for a long time according to herself. When she opened her eyes, the awful reality was back again. Ms. Brendan and the driver were looking at her, Ms. Brendan still holding the long whip. The hotel room, the sunlight, her nakedness...

She hung her head down in defeat.

“Good, Cutty,” Ms. Brendan said, “A very, very good show. It took some time, but you managed to convince me you came.” She stood up and walked to the naked housewife.

“Who would have thought you had it in you to fuck yourself on a dildo, in front of an audience!” her fingers went down to the exposed pussy of Donna. Donna shuddered as she touched the sensitive clit.

“Here, smell yourself.” Ms. Brendan said as she wiped her wet fingers dry underneath the nose of Donna. “You are a real slut at times, Cutty!

“And as you know now you are learning more and more to come on command. You needed some encouragement, but I think next time you’ll do it much more willingly. Tell me honestly, you did enjoy your orgasm, didn’t you?”

Donna meekly nodded. “No sense in denying it now,” she thought, “It must have been quite obvious.”

“But you hated the whipping?” Ms. Brendan continued.

Donna nodded again.

“You understand now once again it is better to do as I tell you to, than to try to disobey me?”

Donna nodded again and let her head hang down as a sign of the ultimate submission. She knew she had to do what Ms. Brendan told her to. “At least right now, I have no other option.”

“Good.” Ms. Brendan said. “Untie her.” she instructed the driver.

Thankfully Donna looked at the driver as she untied her. When indicated she got up from her dildo, which made an embarrassing plopping sound as it went out of her pussy, followed by more juices splattering down on it, the slimy juice stretching up to her pussy. Her hands were still tied together but she could walk around and actually was told to.

“A sort of cooling down,” Ms. Brendan told her with a wicked smile.

Next, she was instructed to stand in front of Ms. Brendan again, her hands down alongside her body.

“Have a drink, you must be thirsty.” Ms. Brendan handed her a glass of water. She eagerly gulped it down and got another one.

“Now you’re back to the living, Cutty, please lick yourself clean.” Ms. Brendan said.

Donna looked at her and submitted. She was too tired, too exhausted, to fight. And she knew it would be useless anyway.

And so she wiped the slimy juices between her legs on her fingers, and sucked them clean. All while her hands were still tied and standing in front of Ms. Brendan. Ms. Brendan forced her to look her in the eye as she did her disgusting task.

“How does it taste my dear?” she asked.

“Disgusting,” Donna thought, “Salty,” she said, knowing the answer had to be positive, or neutral at least. “Normally I would throw up doing this, now it is just another one of those things that I had to do this weekend.” She thought.

When she was clean enough according to Ms. Brendan, she was told to kneel, and, as expected, told to lick the already wet Ms. Brendan to another orgasm.

By now Donna started to learn what Ms. Brendan liked and did not, so she got Ms. Brendan going very fast. Or it was her previous shows that had heated Ms. Brendan up already.

When Ms. Brendan came, she smeared the face of Donna with her pussy, making sure she had a nice new mascara.

“That was good and fast Cutty,” she complimented.

“Thank you, Ms. Brendan.”

“Now we are both satisfied, we can continue.” She signaled the driver to get ready.

“We are going to have another butt fuck session, this time we try it just with your hands tied behind your back, and no ball gag.” She looked Donna in the eye, “Unless you start screaming too loudly of course, in which case the gag returns to its usual place.”

“But in that case, we also will punish you severely for disobeying orders.” Ms. Brendan said. “So I would, if I were you, really try not to make too much noise...”

Donna hung her head down again, and let the driver put her in position on the bed again. Meekly she bended over and as instructed lifted her ass into the air. Her face was down into the sheets.

“Smart, Cutty,” Ms. Brendan said, “But not allowed. I want to see your face at all times. I want you to talk to me and tell me how much you love me, how much you love all that I’m doing for you, how much you love to be butt fucked.

“Trust me, if you concentrate on the talking it will be easier for you ass.”

Thus the tied naked Donna humbly complied and looked straight forward at miss Brendan, while her ass was lubricated again.

“Start talking, little bitch.” Ms. Brendan said. She picked up her small flogger again.

“Ouch, ouch,” Donna said unwillingly, as she opened her mouth to talk. The driver had just inserted another finger in her ass. “The bitch does it on purpose to maximize my incompliance!” Donna thought, as her pain increased.

“It’s ... kinky,” Donna tried again, concentrating hard on just speaking words, not grunts. “What she is doing to me, Ms. Brendan. I ... I feel the cold gel inside my ass, I feel her fingers wiggling in the small space.”

Another finger entered her ass, forcing her to stop from the pain.

“Don’t stop Cutty, don’t stop!” Ms. Brendan said, as she started to play with the flogger.

“Oh shit, the pain!” Donna thought. Her eyes were filled with tears once again, as she desperately tried to talk again.

“Hnn ... she’s a bit rough on me right now...” the displeased look on Ms. Brendan’s face was not good, “But ... hnnn ... I like it that way!” Donna looked at Ms. Brendan and saw she had saved herself, for the time being.

“I can’t wait ... until she fucks my ass once again.” She tried, and saw Ms. Brendan nodding approvingly. She knew now the type of sentences Ms. Brendan wanted to hear.

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Sunday Morning Sunday morning. Didn't want to get out of bed, but I knew I had to. I worked night shift last night and my head ached. Pretty sure I would have to work my second job today. Night shift at the mill, and part-time at a salon, of all things. But work was work, and I needed the money bad. Owed a lot of money, plus trying to get my little brother through school. Phone rang at 10:30. Caller ID said it John, the salon owner. I answered. John told me come in at 12:30. I have a customer...

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Sunny Sunday Morning

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HATE WORKING SUNDAYS BUT EASTER SUNDAY WAS WORTH I

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Tim And Abbie 28 Sunday Morning

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Sweet Torturer of Delight or Sunday Morning

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Sunday

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A Sunday Morning

I woke up early Sunday morning and walked from the cabin to the general store just down the road. I purchased a copy of the Sunday New York Times, some fresh Bagels, a container of freshly squeezed orange juice and some tea for my angel. She was asleep when I left her, so when I came back I quietly closed the door and went into the kitchen to prepare our breakfast. She startled me when she came up behind me and asked what I was doing. ‘Making a light breakfast for you, my honey,’ I said. ...

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Sunday Morning

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Honey Im HomeSunday Morning

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Lazy Sunday Morning

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The Lust of a Sunday School Teacher and a Churchgoing Boy

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The DilemmaChapter 19 Jennifer Chancelor Sunday Morning

I woke up on Sunday morning feeling wonderfully refreshed. I felt better now that I’d told Dad that I’d changed my mind about the sex. I hadn’t known it was worrying me until I told him but suddenly I felt enormous relief. I should find a way to thank Bonnie for showing me what I really needed, not that she knew she was doing that. She was looking after herself as well as looking for some fun. Dad and Bonnie had a wonderful time yesterday evening but I had nearly as much fun watching them...

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Another Sunday Morning

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SleeneChapter 9 Sunday Morning

I awoke curled under Master's arm. My head resting on his shoulder, one arm and leg draped over him. I felt his hand softly cupping and stroking my bottom. I could feel his morning hard-on pressing against my thigh. "Good morning, Master," I murmured. "Good morning my little love slave. Did you sleep well?" "Mm-Hmm," I said, stretching. I then settled back comfortably against him. We kissed and cuddled for a bit and then he untangled himself from me. I followed him into the...

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Sunday Lunch

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Miss Robins Sunday Morning

Jackie woke me up by licking on my penis through the pink panty material. I love getting woken this way. We were both wearing baby dolls with matching panties and Miss Robins and Mother both insist we are to wear coordinating bras. We both need breast enhancers anyway so that goes without saying. We were lying on the bed in a 69 position and his wonderfully engorged penis was popping out of his cute little panties. Oh, what is a girl to do? Like Duh? I started lapping away and he...

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My Weekend With Dawn Sunday Morning

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The Utterly Exhausting Beguiling CassieChapter 14 One Beautiful Sunday Morning

Awareness arrived on a wave of peaceful pleasure. Conscious thought arrived shortly thereafter. Sunday morning. Nothing to do. Golden morning sun lit the bedroom. I could feel it warming the bedcovers over me. Scent filled the air, light and delicate, floral; Cassie's perfume still lingering from last night. I held her. She was curled up like a child, asleep, her breathing only detectable by the movement of her back. I was spooning her, my knees curled up, my groin nestled against her firm...

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Sunday School Piano Player

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Another Sunday Morning

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Another Sunday Morning

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Saturday Night Sunday Morning

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It was a Sunday morning

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A Football Sunday to Remember

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Another Sunday Morning

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416 A SUNDAY SHOP GIRL REMEMBERS PT2

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The Sunday Coin Toss

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My Mom8217s Sunday Outing

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A Football Sunday to Remember for Vicky

100% fiction! Like every Sunday it's a day of NFL Football at Vicky's house, My husband Paul watches it every Sunday and I too love the game but I wanted to to go and do something 1 sunday so I bugged him all week let's do something this Sunday...So Friday he said we are going to a party this Sunday as a compromise...He said it'll be fun..not exactly what I wanted but why not...So Sunday came, Paul told me to dress in my short plad skirt and my raider halter top and heels, I'm like isn't this...

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Sunday morning with a man orally caressing my cock has got to be one of life’s greatest pleasures. The moist succulent lips, kiss back down my rampant shaft, softy kissing. Hot breath bathes my scrotum, shrivelled and thick from a slight chill in the room.The tongue lightly licks at the thickened sack and then ascends along the side of my shaft, dragging his tongue in one continuous lick. Upon reaching the apex, he circles the spongy head, dragging his teeth against the sensitive flesh. Closing...

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Sunday morning

Sunday morning with a man orally caressing my cock has got to be one of life’s greatest pleasures. The moist succulent lips, kiss back down my rampant shaft, softy kissing. Hot breath bathes my scrotum, shrivelled and thick from a slight chill in the room. The tongue lightly licks at the thickened sack and then ascends along the side of my shaft, dragging his tongue in one continuous lick. Upon reaching the apex, he circles the spongy head, dragging his teeth against the sensitive flesh....

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The GiftedChapter 1 Day of hell on Sunday Morning

Davy sat there against the brick wall of his bedroom, his pizza forgotten on the plate as he smacked his head against the stucco walls to get the tears to stop. His mind was racing in a million directions, and he felt himself crashing into another pool of despair. Grabbing his pillow, he curled up in the corner and cried for a normal life, a life without all the pain, hopelessness, confusion and loneliness he suffered from. His last thought as he finally fell asleep was about the new...

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Allison and Emanuel Naked In SchoolSunday Morning

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ONE WONDERFUL SUNDAY IN SUBURBIA

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Next Sunday

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Being Sunday for the Shah

Captain Peter Carr looked at the woman he had just magnificently fucked, he cherished her and their relationship was an item now, they really had to stop the secret rendezvous in his office on the make believe that she it getting another telling off from her commanding officer. She looked well happy, her eyes still glazed and looking stunning and as beautiful as ever, Pete wanted her again and again: ‘I tell you what. let’s do it just once more huh baby?’ he asked taking a good hold of his...

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Sunday Love Songs 02

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The Visitor Monicas Diary Sunday June 18

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ALazy Sunday Part 2

As the week wore on, I began to wonder if Sunday wasn’t really a dream. To have your wife tell you that she wants to have sex with another woman, while you watch, is a little hard to believe. And as Monday moved to Wednesday, and Wednesday to Friday, there had been no further mention of that lazy Sunday morning conversation. I wanted to ask her if she was still interested in pursuing the idea, but I was afraid I would appear too eager. I thought that the idea might be a bit fragile. Like if I...

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Skinnydipping Sundays

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Sunday Morning

Chapter 1 It felt so warm and cozy cuddled together as we slowly descended from the high of our wonderful lovemaking. We were snugged under a sheet, me with my feet sticking out and one leg over Mark's hip with his damp cock resting on my other leg. "Mmm, I just love our Sunday mornings. No rush, rested-up, your nice hard-on in bed next to me; it's just perfect." "Well, it's not quite so hard now. That was nice, Deb, really nice. I love us being together. That we found each other." "Mmm, yes,...

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Going DownSunday May 6 2001

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Anal Sunday

I lay in bed listening to the birds chirping outside my window and yawned and stretched. I lay there just relaxing taking in the quiet of the morning. Richard must have gotten up as I didn’t see him which was odd. So I got up and took a shower and wrapped a towel around myself and made my way downstairs to the kitchen. There sat Richard and Tim. I didn’t pay them much attention as I got toast and coffee going as I fried an egg. I sat down at the table and Richard say hey mom, tell Timmy what...

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Anal Sunday

I lay in bed listening to the birds chirping outside my window and yawned and stretched. I lay there just relaxing taking in the quiet of the morning. Richard must have gotten up as I didn’t see him which was odd. So I got up and took a shower and wrapped a towel around myself and made my way downstairs to the kitchen. There sat Richard and Tim. I didn’t pay them much attention as I got toast and coffee going as I fried an egg. I sat down at the table and Richard say hey mom, tell Timmy what...

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Gloomy Sunday

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Sunday Morning Delight

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Sunday Love Songs 01

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My mom was divorced when I was very young. It was just her and me living together while I was growing up. I hate to admit but she was kind of slutty. And what excited me most was her sexy size 5 curvy high arched feet. And she used them like a weapon, dangling her stiletto high heels at just the right moment when men of interest were around. Although she was slutty, she was a religious slut, attending church every Sunday. This particular story happened when I was 14. We were driving to church...

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Hello guys Hope everyone doing great and enjoy my true story Sorry again guys not very good English so grammar its not theirWe all enjoy our Sunday especially now it’s NFL Playoff guys into games so am I I just buy new big screen TV and love watching games at my on place.As I woke up on Sunday late morning around 11:30 am still im in my sweet bouquet layered baby doll (nitie) making coffee and doing dishes get my coffee sit on couch watching TV my cell phone ring one of good all Spanish she...

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