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“Yes Master!” Opal moaned as she played with her pussy, its contents leaking down her trembling pale thighs. I spread her cheeks and ran my cock between them, teasing her puckered center with the underside of my stiff length. Her moans turned to whines, her hips shook, her fingers sank into her blushing slit until they were lost to the knuckle. I’d promised Yavara I’d make her beg, but Yavara wasn’t Brunette here. Opal would have to suffice for now. “Please fuck me, Master!” Opal cried, “I can’t take it anymore!” “You need to beg harder than that, Opal.” I sneered. “Please, Master.” Opal gasped, “Please put your fat cock into my little slave shithole! Please Master, I’ll do whatever you say! I’m you’re little slut, I’m nothing but your little cum-slave. Please fuck this little cum-slave!” “Do you want me to punish you, Opal?” I whispered, “Have you been a bad little cum-slave?” “Yes!” Opal moaned as my tip pushed against her sphincter, “Yes Master, punish amateur me! I’ve mature been a bad little slut; I need to be trained!” “Put your hands together behind your back.” I tied Opal’s hands together by the wrists with her own tail, then I undid my belt, and draped it threateningly across her cheeks. She shuddered with excitement when she felt the leather lying across her skin, her petals opening and flushing beneath her vile button. I pressed my tip to the coiled center of it, and buried myself to the hilt. Opal cried out, her body lurching violently forward, but her back drooping in an ecstatic arc, finally getting what she craved. I raised my arm, and lashed her hard across the ass. She screamed in abject pain and pleasure, her supple flesh rippling deliciously from the blow, a welt forming in its wake. Again and again I struck her, and again and again Opal screamed, her voice rich with arousal, her body willowing under my brutality. Her porcelain backside turned into a mosaic of reds, and her anus coiled around me in smooth tight heat, thanking me for every strike. “You’re a little masochist, aren’t you Opal?” I growled as I drove into her. “That’s right master, I’m a little whore who likes to get punished!” Opal cried back as the belt came down again. “Maybe I should brand you, Opal. Have the words, ‘Elena’s slut’ seared into your ass. Would you like that?” “I’m your property, Master, do whatever you want to me!” Opal cried out. “That’s not what I asked!” I growled as I wrapped the belt around Opal’s neck and jerked her upward, her upper body flying up to me. I grabbed her by the jaw and made her face me. Her mouth was agape with the pleasure of her sodomy, and her eyes were enraptured with me. “I asked you, Opal, if you would like me to brand you?” “Will I still be your favorite slave? I’ll be happy to do anything you want if I’ll still be your favorite.” Her voice squeaked from her constriction. The slutty expression written across her baby face combined with her submissive voice almost drove Big Boobs me striptease over the edge. It felt good to so completely dominate another being, to have them happy to do anything I ask, to have them need me to the point that they abandoned all dignity to fulfill their desires. I let go of the belt and filled my hands with Opal’s small breasts, roughly pinching her nipples between my thumbs and index fingers. I rolled her nodes and pulled them away from her, stretching her breasts to conical points. She whimpered her thanks, backing into my crotch even as I fucked her anus into a swollen convulsing ruin. “Maybe I’ll just get a tattoo for you. I’ll put it right here.” I said as I pressed a finger to her lower back, “So that every time I fuck your ass I can see it.” “Thank you, Master!” Opal cried, “Am I still your favorite?” “It depends, Opal. At least I’ll have Brunette an idea where you want this amateur going………. “You love Aingeal that much?” “Thank you daddy, Big Boobs I hope that I didn’t embarrass you.” She is truly incredible, Smitha!" We sat in the very back row of a theater filled with next to nobody. After several minutes, Mr. Cross gave us the ‘cue’ and I let Dirk’s cock slide out of my mouth. If he timed it right… luckily, he did. “She’s always saying things, she won’t fucking let up,” Emily hissed. Besides, the documents weren’t hidden at this point, they were striptease burned, but no one knew that, so they’d be chasing after nothing for a while. To smell our mother's panties. “Do it!” I snuck back into my room and grabbed a condom, we had so many that I knew my gf wouldn’t notice since we hardly had sex anymore. She trusted him and had no idea what was about to happen. Arthur was about 60 and looked like he hadn’t mature washed for a week. She loved it, rocking her bottom from side to side and looking over her shoulder, clearly enjoying every minute.