“What are you?” “I’m your slave, your lapdog. I’m the pussy you use and the cocksleeve who will do anything for you.” she recited, seemingly getting even more turned on by what she was saying. “Close.” I muttered, then slapped her ass extra hard as punishment. “You’re nothing but a useless slut. You’re the cocksleeve I use, but you are nothing more than cumshot that. You’re made to be used and abused. Do you understand?” “Yessssss,” Holly moaned, though I could have told her anything and she would have said yes. “That’s a good girl.” I replied, realizing how close I was myself. I gave her a telltale grunt of importance that let her knew she needed to speed up her process to climax or be left behind, and she followed suit perfectly. Babbling like she’d never been fucked before, Holly picked up her speed and depth and began to climax maybe a second before blowjob the churned-up tightness in my balls couldn’t hold back the floodgates any more. She practically screamed as I unleashed my first load into her, my vision almost going black as I felt the fruits of my dominance pour into her, wave by wave, sending her into a frenzy. “Oh couple my god, oh my god, oh my fucking god…” she cried out hoarsely. Slowly, the two of us slowed our rhythm together, before I finally collapsed onto my side of the bed, breathing heavily, not realizing how out of breath I was. With little more than a giggle, Holly followed suit, looking at me the whole time. As usual, I felt a wave of shame wash over me. I hated the duality of my existence. I couldn’t help but say those things in the heat of the moment (and let’s face it, being a rough dom was way better than saying a fake ‘I love you’ twelve times), doggystyle but deep down I knew that I could never face a single friend or family member and admit the things I said to a girl during sex. Maybe it was playful banter, and maybe she enjoyed it, but that didn’t change how gross I felt afterwards. God help me, if Molly and I ever did end up together, was this what her first time was going to be like? Me yelling at her that she’s nothing but my sexual plaything? I would be too ashamed to look her in the eye after that. “Breathe.” I heard Holly say, snapping me out of my thoughts. I turned to face her, no doubt panic on my face. She responded by giving me a weirdly sympathetic smile. She slowly extended her hand forward and wiped what looked like a tear off of my face. I was surprised to see any on her fingers, and blinked rapidly blonde to find that there were a lot more in my eyes. With a sigh, I sat up, as Holly wiped the tears on her side of her bed. “You’d think that I’d be the one with the issues,” she dryly noted. “I don’t have issues.” I managed to get out. Forced nudity, being insulted, stuff like that.” Seth reached overload, his prick filled, he cramped once in a futile effort to hold off the inevitable then all hell broke loose. I fondled Lisa's tits a little harder as she struggled up to support herself on her elbows. My couple fears were alleviated when Tina walked up and kissed Marline in the same manner I just had. There was a change of focus, to the anguished face of the dark-eyed woman, and she began to speak in the curious, stilted way of someone reciting words memorised from a foreign language. Why don’t you go talk doggystyle to that guy over there.” She pointed to a guy who looked like one of those couples where one is the outlet and the other is a switch but I guess the outlet had left cause he was all alone. “One more thing Lewis,” cumshot I said, “in my bag you’ll find some chain with 3 little clamps on the ends, can you get them out and lay it out on the bed please?” Then, the following day she blowjob becomes a lesbian and declares her love for another woman. She returned to bed and breakfast to crash, and sleep in late; we both would, we were on vacation. she was grunting like a pig and then she let loose with a squeal like a pig I am not kidding. She had a list of things she wanted to get done… wash windows; pull some weeds; box some things for charity; clean out the freezer; wash the car and a few others and she had them numbered so we knew which were more blonde important. “Ooh, yes, yes, yes!” the bride moaned as I pumped my digits in and out of her snatch. Her ass hung out without any underwear.