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Story Codes: Female/Female, Male Masturbation, Mind Control, Oral Sex, Anal Sex, Exhibitionism, Voyeurism, Sex Toys, Hot Wife, Free Use

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Cassandra Templeton – Day One Hundred and Sixty-Three

My family was bustling around me as I read the email from Missy, the cruise director.

“Dear Ladies, I have exciting news for each and every one of you. Yesterday, I was used by Tony. I know, and it was amazing. And he’s so eager to join us on our wife/mother only cruise so he can use us, too.

“Right, that’s amazing. Praise the Lord that we can be used by him.

“Now, he wants you to be prepared for the cruise. It’s forty-seven days away, but he wants you to get right on this. First, you need to shave your pussies. He wants you to have bald beavers, ladies. Now, you can have a landing strip or a triangle or a tuft on your pubic mound, but your vulva better be bare.

Second, you have to buy three different types of sex toys for the trip. Not just three dildos, but different types. Like anal beads and a strap-on and… Well, I’m not a sex toy expert, but make sure they’re different.

“Third, you need to pick a woman who is not going on the cruise! She is going to be your little dyke-slave. You’re going to practice using your toys on her, and having her use those toys on you. You’ll be her lezzie-mistress. Move your dyke-slave into your house and give them your own room if you can. Make love to them every day.

Fourth, don’t neglect your husbands, ladies. Tony wants your husbands getting sex, too. From you and from your lezzie-slave. So share her.

And that’s all. I am so looking forward to the cruise. Just forty-seven days away. It’s coming up so fast!

Yours in Christ,

Missy Taylor

Cruise Director

My pussy melted. I squealed in delight, ignoring my family rushing around me. We had to get to Church, but here was such amazing news. I read and read and read it over and over again, my cunt getting wetter and wetter. My nipples were so hard. I squealed again, just so happy.

“Hey, Cassandra, we got to go,” my husband said. Fred was tugging on me. “What’s up? You’re grinning from ear to ear!”

“I’m being used!” I squealed.

He blinked then said. “Wait, by him?”

“I know!” I gasped, wanting to bounce up and down. I was a wife and mother. “Oh, oh, after church, I have things to do.”

“Right, right,” my husband said. Fred looked so stunned. He adjusted his cowboy hat and swallowed. “You’re really being used. Wow.”

“You don’t think he would use me?” I asked defensively.

“No, no,” he quickly said. “I’m just… You know… Wow! This is insane. I can’t believe that it’s happening. Wow. What do you have to do?”

“Um… I have to get sex toys and pick up a woman to be my sex slave,” I said. “And practice using the toys. I have to be ready to have lots of lesbian sex on the cruise I’m going on in April.”

“Right, right,” my husband said. “Okay, um, yeah. After church. We’ll send the kids home with my parents so we can go find the toys and the woman to use. Unless you want to use someone from church.”

“Um, well…” I frowned. “I don’t know if I want to do that. Maybe a stranger would be better. You know, if she’s to be my sex slave. Gosh, I don’t even know where to go.”

“Lover’s Package in Abilene,” he said. That was a forty-minute drive. I made it several times a week to do shopping.

“How do you know?” I asked, eyeing him.

“I’ve seen it,” he said. “I know about it. I’m sure you do, too.”

My cheeks blushed. I was glad my husband was so supportive of me being used. “Okay. It’s a plan.”

I was so excited that church was a blur. I mean, all I could think about was sex toys. The email mentioned things I sort of knew. I mean, I went to High School. I knew jokes. Whispers. This wasn’t something I was ever interested in. I was a good, Christian woman. Met my husband at Texas A&M and just sort of stayed in the state. I was used to Texas.

It was my home.

Of course, I wasn’t the only woman going on the cruise. I could see the others looking so flustered. Marybeth and Annabeth, twin sisters who were both going, were whispering to each other. So was Mrs. Jetson, the preacher’s wife. I saw her eyeing the Mattson’s girl.

It was all so exciting.

Fred handed his children off to his parents. They were more than happy to take our kids for the afternoon. My mother-in-law looked particularly happy. She must know that I was being used. That was so exciting. I wished she was coming on the cruise, but she wasn’t one for traveling.

The forty-minute drive into Abilene had me bouncing in my seat. I had never done anything like this. My husband was chatting with possibilities of where we could find the sex slave. I hadn’t even told him he would get to fuck her, too, but I had to enjoy her every day.

“Maybe at the coffee shop,” he said. “There are some cute baristas.”

I shot him a look. “Cute?”

“Just being helpful,” he said. “Not like I suggested the strip club.”

“You better not,” I said. “Or I’ll think you have some explaining to do.”

He grinned at me. “Why would I need a strip club when you can shake that ass so well?”

“Pig,” I squealed and giggled. I sometimes did some naughty dancing. You know, spice things up. “Mmm, not a strip club.”

He nodded. Maybe we could troll the supermarket. Or head down to Texas State Technical and trawl for cute coeds. It was such a strange thing to think. I glanced at cars. Sometimes, I spotted a pretty, young woman. Maybe we should pull them over, but… How to get their attention?

We pulled into the parking lot of Lover’s Delight. It had a flashing neon sign with a heart in it. It was right on the highway. I felt like people would see us and judge us, but… I was being used, so nothing I did was wrong or sinful.

I climbed out of the truck and marched for the door. I opened it and strode in. I looked to the right, and my eyes widened at the obscene things. Magazines with naked women, most with huge tits, were in racks. There were cuffs and whips and a wall of sex toys. I mean…

There they were.

“Someone’s eager,” my husband said as I marched over to the wall.

“I’m being used,” I said. “I should be eager.”

“Sure, sure,” he said. “Damn. That’s… Damn.”

“Don’t gawk,” I said. “You’re not being used to look at naked whores.”

“Right, right, but… Wow.”

I was staring at the toys. There were so many of them. I had to get a strap-on, but there were dozens of them. I was lost. And other things. Strings of balls. Beads on a plastic stick. Cones. Little eggs. Vibrating clamps. I sucked in a deep breath, staring at it.

“I don’t even know where to start,” I said.

“So a strap-on,” he said. “And something for some anal play. Like a butt plug.”

I nodded. “Something else. Um… What about these little vibrators? They’re eggs.”

“Also got the clit rockets,” he said, picking up a package that had a small, bullet-shaped item in it. “What do the eggs do?”

I took the packaging off and looked at the back. There was a diagram of being pushed into the pussy. “Um, goes inside. I guess it vibrates in them. There’s something about an app. Bluetooth and remote control it.”

“That sounds like fun,” he said and glanced to the back. “Hey, you know what type of young woman would make a perfect sex slave?”

“What?” I asked, staring at the egg, my pussy clenching. Remote control? That really did sound like something that would be fun to use on a slave. Put it in her pussy and change how it vibrated. Or have it in my own. Maybe while out. That would be so kinky, but… Was that too far?

“Honey?” my husband said. “Did you hear what I said? About the goth girl?”

“Goth girl?” I asked and looked up.

“A goth girl would be perfect,” he said. “Already a slut. Wearing a spiked collar. I mean, look at her.”

I frowned then noticed the girl behind the counter who was staring at her phone. She was young with black hair and a pale face. She had a spiked collar around her neck and wore a black corset that showed off her tits. She had a nose piercing and tattoos on her arms.

“Oh, my,” I said. She was the sort of girl I would stay away from. “You’re right. She’s probably used to doing lesbian things. I could use someone to show me how to use this. Like, how do you put on a strap-on?”

“Yeah,” my husband said. “You should pick her.”

“Okay,” I said. “I mean, she’ll be moving in with us as my sex slave. Plus, you can fuck her sometimes. That’s part of how we’re being used. He wants me to keep you sexually happy. Myself and her.”

“Damn,” he groaned. “Well, it’s your choice, honey, but…” He wanted her. It was so clear.

And you know what, I did, too. I bet she had piercings in other spots. I grabbed a pink strap-on and a silver butt plug. I kept it along with the robin blue egg vibe, as the packaging called it. I headed up to the register, my husband following.

The girl glanced at us, then at the strap-on. “Going to peg hubby?”

“What?” I gasped. “Eww, gross. I wouldn’t use these on my husband. I’m going to use them on you. He says you have to be my live-in sex slave. Fuck me. Fuck my husband, too, but mostly me. I have to make love to you once a day and practice using these sex toys on you.”

“Oh,” the girl said. “Oh, that’s hot. Mmm, being used by him. Holy shit, my girlfriends whisper about it. How it would be hot if he used us and made us lick each other’s pussies clean of his cum.”

“Damn,” groaned my husband.

“So you’re a lesbian?” I asked.

“Pansexual,” she said. “I’ll fuck anyone I’m into. Mmm, I don’t care.”

Pansexual? What was that? Wasn’t that just bisexual? “Well, ring us up, and you have to come home with us. I have to use these toys on you.”

“Sure,” she said. “I’m Temptation, Mistress.”

Mistress… That sent this naughty shiver through me. My pussy clenched beneath my Sunday best. My cheeks burned as I licked my lips. She was just such a gorgeous thing. I was so glad to be standing here, my cunt on fire. I loved the look of her. She was such a sexy thing.

My heart pounded in my chest as she rang us up and put them into bags. Then she stepped out from behind the counter. She texted someone and followed us out. She wore a wispy, black skirt and fishnet stockings. I loved her heeled boots that went up to her knees. So sexy.

I was getting so turned on. I had to have sex with her. I was being used. I wasn’t into women, but this was what he wanted. So I was so ready for this. We reached the truck. I opened the back door and slid onto the bench.

Temptation followed.

“Going to fool around with her?” my husband asked.

“I mean… I have to start practicing,” I said. “I’m going on a cruise in a month and a half, and I need to be ready to have lots of lesbian sex on it. He’s going to be on it, too, so…”

“Hot,” moaned Temptation.

She put her hand on my knee and slid it beneath my skirt. I shuddered at her touch. She smiled at me, her deep eye shadow making her eyes so mysterious. She licked her black-painted lips before leaning toward me. My heart pounded in my chest. I wanted this so much.

We kissed.

My lips were on a woman’s for the first time in my life. I groaned, kissing her with all that I had. It was just so good to make out with her like this. I groaned, my tongue fluttering around with hers. She whimpered as I did that. It was just such a great moment.

Her lips were so soft, and her hand was sliding up and down my thigh. She reached for my panties, coming nearer and nearer. I moaned into her lips, savoring her touch. My hand fell onto her thigh, feeling the warmth through her nylon fishnets. I stroked up and down her, too.

“Damn,” my husband groaned as he watched from the driver’s seat.

Her hand reached my panties. I shuddered as she pressed her fingers into my cunt. She slid into my bush. I had to shave that today, too. That was the first thing we had to do when we got back. I bet she knew how to shave a woman.

I trembled at that idea as her fingers stroked up and down my cuntlips. I moaned into her lips, loving this moment. I was a good, Christian woman being used by him. I loved it as her fingers rubbed at my married pussy while my husband drove us home.

She thrust fingers into me.

I broke the kiss and gasped, “Temptation!”

“Mistress,” she cooed, working her fingers in and out of my cunt.

“Lord,” breathed my husband. “What are you doing to my wife?”

“I have my fingers into her cunt, sir,” she purred, plunging those two digits in and out of me. “She’s tight and wet and feels so silky. Mmm, I can’t wait to eat her out.”

“You have to shave me first,” I groaned. “I… I… Oh, my, that’s so good!”

“Rub mine, too, Mistress,” she purred. “Mine’s shaved and smooth. You’ll love it.”

I shuddered, her fingers working in and out of my cunt. That felt so wicked. I slid my fingers higher and higher up her fishnet stockings. Then it was just bare, silky thigh that I caressed. My cunt clamped down on her digits as she smiled at me. I brushed her panties.

A thong that was soaked through with her juices.

I pushed the strip of cloth aside and felt Temptation’s pussy.

Another woman’s cunt.

A hot shiver ran through me as I stroked my fingers up and down her twat. She whimpered in delight as I touched her like this. I caressed her, savoring every second of playing with her vulva. She had a tight slit and delicate petals. I brushed her clit.

“Yes!” she whimpered, her face contorting with delight. “Penetrate me, Mistress!”

“Yes,” I whimpered, my pussy melting around her digits.

I sank my fingers into her snatch. Her hot flesh gripped my digits. It was wonderful to penetrate into her. I loved the heat of her juicy twat around my fingers. She smiled at me, her nose ring gleaming. She kissed me again.

I moaned, both of us knuckle deep in the other’s snatch. It was such an incredible moment. I rubbed at her as she moaned. She loved what I did to her. I pumped my digits in and out of her cunt. It was so magnificent. She did the same to me. We made out, caressing each other. We pleasured each other, and it was wondrous.

My tongue danced with hers. I kissed her with such passion. It was such an incredible treat. I plunged my fingers in and out of her twat. She gasped and moaned into each other’s lips. Our digits churned each other up.

Her thumb found my clit.

I squealed and returned the favor.

We fingered each other, our thumbs rubbing against each other’s buds. I worked in fast circles, loving how she did the same to me. Hers damned over my clit. My pussy clamped down on her digits plunging in and out of me. I fingered her twat, loving her juicy snatch.

My husband groaned from the front seat as he drove and watched us.

That made it more exciting to share this with the man I loved. My tongue danced with Temptation’s. I shuddered as we made out with such hunger. We were both enjoying doing this to the other. It was wild.

I was so happy to do this. I kissed her with all the passion I had, my fingers plunging in and out of her cunt. My pussy gripped her digits. Our thumbs massaged the other’s clits. The sparks sizzled. My orgasm built and built.

I broke the kiss and gasped, “Temptation!”

“Yes, yes, let’s cum together, Mistress!” the goth slave moaned.

“Damn,” groaned my husband.

Her thumb massaged my clit. I rubbed at hers just as fiercely, my fingers burying into her juicy snatch. The sensations all swirled around in me. They felt so good. This was it. This was the moment that I would cum. She buried her digits into my cunt.

“Yes!” I squealed and came.

My pussy convulsed around her digits.

“Mistress!” she moaned.

Her cunt spasmed around mine.

We kissed again, our lips melting together. The lesbian pleasure swept through me. Our tongues danced as our pussies writhed around the other’s digits. Waves of ecstasy drowned my thoughts. I loved it so much.

I loved being used by him in this manner.

My fingers wiggled around in her pussy. I shuddered as the pleasure surged through me again and again. I moaned into her lips, loving this delight. The truck swerved. My husband groaned. I just trembled, my orgasm peaking through me.

I broke the kiss and breathed, “That was incredible.”

“It was,” she whimpered. “Mmm, that was just perfect. Wow.”

“Uh-huh,” I groaned. “That was so perfect.”

“Mmm,” Temptation cooed and slid her digits out of my pussy. “Now to taste your stuff, Mistress.”

She popped her fingers into her mouth and groaned as she tasted my tangy pussy. I had tasted it on my husband’s lips before, but… Now I wanted to know what she tasted like. As she sucked her digits clean, I pulled mine from her cunt.

I held up my dripping fingers. The tart aroma reached my nose. Another woman’s pussy.

I thrust my fingers into my mouth and moaned.

She tasted so good. This wonderful, tart delight. I swirled my tongue around my digits, loving the flavor. I could not wait to eat her out. I leaned back in my seat, enjoying this flavor. She smiled at me and darted her hand between her thighs.

Her fingers emerged soaked in her juices. She held them up to me.

I popped my digits out and engulfed hers. I slid my lips over them and savored more of her tart cream. My husband groaned again as I loved her cream. This was just such a wild moment. My tongue danced around her fingers.

We made out and fingered each other on the way back home. We didn’t make each other cum, but we teased each other. My husband must have a huge boner. I wanted to help him, but I had to do the lezzie stuff first.

Then we could take care of them.

We pulled into our garage. She smiled at me as she opened the door. My husband climbed out with the sex toys as I slipped out. Temptation followed. I took her by the hand and led her into my house, my heart hammering in my chest.

“First, you have to shave me,” I said.

“Of course, Mistress,” I said.

“Bathroom it is,” my husband said.

He hung up his cowboy hat and took off his cowboy boots in the laundry room. I left behind my heels as Temptation stepped out of her heeled boots. I took her hand and led her through our rambler. It was a big house. I was supposed to give her a room, but…

We didn’t have a spare room. I guessed she’d have to stay in my bedroom with Fred and me.

We kissed again in the bedroom, Fred watching from the doorway. This time, we stripped each other. She unzipped my dress as we made out. I whimpered as she helped pull it off. Then she yanked off the silk chemise I had beneath.

I was down to my bra and panties.

“Mmm,” she purred and unhooked my bra. “I can’t wait to see my Mistress’s tits. I love boobs.”

“Me, too,” Fred said. “My Cassandra’s got a great pair.”

My round and perky tits spilled out. I worked hard to stay in shape after three kids. My slave gasped and cupped my tits. She massaged them, staring at my fat, pink nipples and wide areolas. She ducked her head down.

“Yes!” I gasped as she suckled on my nipple.

It was so wonderful to have her lips sealed around my nub. I groaned, my pussy juices soaking my panties. Pleasure shot down to my cunt. I was dizzy with excitement. She did such naughty things to me. I groaned at this heat.

It was so incredible.

I sucked in deep breaths, my heart pounding in my chest. She popped her mouth off one nipple and engulfed the other. I shuddered as she suckled on me. My eyes rolled back in my head as she loved me. It was just incredible.

“Oh, oh, yes!” I moaned. “Oh, my, that’s so good!”

She purred around my nipple as she suckled on me. It was a fantastic moment. I shuddered, my cunt burning so hot. I loved this heat. It was a delicious rush. My eyes rolled back in my head as she kept suckling on me.

Then she popped her mouth off my nipple and smiled at me. She reached behind her and unzipped her corset-like top. My husband groaned as her small tits appeared, both nipples pierced by silver barbells.

“Mmm,” I purred and cupped her youthful breasts. She was eighteen or nineteen. Just a delicious thing. I ducked my head down and groaned, “Beautiful.”

“Yes, they are,” Fred said.

I engulfed my goth slave’s pierced nipple.

She groaned as I suckled on her. My tongue ran over her nub and the piercing. Round balls capped both ends of the bar threaded through her nipple. I played with it while my fingers did the same to her other piercing.

“Oh, Mistress!” she moaned.

I suckled hard on her nipple. This was so exciting. My husband loved my nipples, and I understood what he got out of nursing from me. This was just so wonderful. My tongue stroked over her piercing. I drove her wild.

“Oh, oh, oh,” she groaned. “That’s so good.”

I popped my mouth off her nipple and purred, “It is.”

I engulfed her other nub and suckled on her. She groaned, cloth rustling. I loved her pierced nipple. My sex slave was such a cute thing. My husband had picked the perfect one for me. This goth girl was so much fun to be used with.

I popped my mouth off her nipple and glanced down. She was down to her thong. She shoved that off, revealing her tight slit dripping with her juices. She smiled at me and rolled off her thigh-high fishnets.

“Let’s get you shaved,” she purred.

I nodded, my gaze flicking down to her pussy again. What would that be like to lick? To bury my face in and just feast on her. It would be quite the treat. I shuddered, my mouth hungering for it. I would lick and lap at her with everything that I had because I was being used by him.

Lord, that left me giddy as she took my hand and led me to the master bathroom. I padded at her, staring at her cute ass. She had a tight tush. I knew Fred was appreciating the sight of us both. My D-cups were bouncing while her little B’s were jiggling. She smiled at me, pulling me toward the tub.

“Mmm, let’s get your shaving supplies out,” she said. “But first, let’s get those panties off.”

She dropped to her knees before me, her nose ring gleaming. Her perky tits quivered. I shuddered as her fingers slid up my thighs. She licked her black lips, her eyes gleaming with such heat. They smoldered. She was such a pale yet gorgeous thing.

Her fingers reached my white panties. Fred loomed in the doorway, watching on with approval. I shuddered at the sight of him as she hooked her fingers into the waistband of my panties and drew them off my hips. She slid them down and down my hips, exposing my honey-brown bush.

“Mmm, this is such a cute muff,” she said. “I do like a MILF with hair, but if we’re being used, it has to go.”

I nodded.

Then she nuzzled into my bush. The curls rustled against her face. I gasped as she found the folds of my pussy. Another person beside my husband or my gynecologist was touching me there. I gasped as Temptation lapped through my folds.

A hot shiver raced through me. It felt so good to have her tongue stroking through me. It was so different from having my husband do it. She was gentler as she licked again. She had me gasping in delight. I smiled from ear to ear.

“Oh, my, yes,” I groaned. “That’s so nice. Oh, oh, I love it. Thank you!”

Temptation took one last lick before she pulled her face from my snatch and said, “Mmm, that was so tasty. I do so adore a tangy twat. But… let’s get that hair removed, then I will really devour you.”

I nodded, so looking forward to it.

After gathering up my shaving supplies, she turned on the tub’s faucet, waiting for the water to warm up. She placed her hand beneath it and felt for it to get just right. I trembled as she smiled at me. She let it fill up a few inches before she nodded. Then she climbed in and motioned for her to do the same.

I sat down on the end of the tub, my back to the wall and feet in the water. I spread my legs wide. She was between them. I wanted her to go down on me. She instead lathered up my honey-brown bush, her eyes smiling as she spread the pink cream over my curls.

“Fully bald, or can I leave some hair on your pubic mound?” she asked.

“There can be hair on my pubic mound,” I said. “Just not on my vulva. So, um, whatever you want to do.”

Temptation grinned so naughtily.

She worked slowly. Carefully. She started on my pubic mound, shaving down the sides and the top. The razor scraped through the hair. I was glad I kept it trimmed. She rinsed off the razor in the bathwater every few swipes before continuing.

She shaped a little tuft of hair on my pubic mound before moving onto my vulva.

I took a deep breath.

“Relax,” she purred. “I won’t hurt you, Mistress. Your pussy is too delicious to harm.”

“Yep,” Fred said. He was naked now. Naked and hard, his hand stroking his cock. I didn’t approve of masturbation, but if there was ever a time, it was now.

I breathed slowly as Temptation worked. She shaved around my pussy lips. The razor glided over my vulva, her fingers tracing along, feeling for any missed spots. She would tidy up as she worked, her digits brushing my pussy lips.

My clit throbbed. It ached so much. This was so exciting to have her doing this. I was so thrilled to have her working on me like this. This was what he wanted. She would have to shave me every few days. This act was so intimate. I felt this charge between us.

And I would shave her, too.

She finally finished. She cupped her hands in water and poured it over my pussy. I shuddered at the touch. I felt so bare down there. So sensitive. I glanced down at the tuft of honey-brown hair on my pubic mound, my pussy lips exposed.

She ran her finger over my vulva, purring, “So smooth. And so yummy.”

“Yes,” I groaned, my heart pounding in my chest.

“Nice,” Fred said, grinning. He stroked his cock slowly. Not enough to cum, I suspected, but enough to feel good. “Damn, Cassandra, you do look good with a bald beaver.”

I smiled at my husband and said, “And your cock looks nice there. I’ll take care of you later. Trust me.”

“I know,” he said. “You’re a great wife.”

I blushed at his compliment, then gasped as Temptation buried her face into my pussy. She licked at me. Her tongue stroked through my flesh. I gasped, my entire body trembling as she licked through me.

It felt so good to have her doing that to me.

“Yes!” I groaned, my eyes rolling back in my head. I groaned at the way she licked at me.

“So tasty,” she cooed.

The slut licked through my folds. She lapped at me with so much passion. It was incredible to have her feasting on me. I savored her tongue sliding through my petals. My back arched, and my tits jiggled. I squirmed there on the edge of the bathtub.

She buried her tongue into my pussy. She stroked around in me. It was so great to have her doing that. I loved it. My entire body quivered in delight as she danced around in me. My eyes rolled back in my head at the eagerness.

“Oh, oh, Fred,” I gasped.

“Yes,” he groaned, stroking his cock harder. “That’s so hot. She’s devouring you.”

“Uh-huh,” I groaned, my entire body quivering. “Temptation! That’s incredible!”

She purred against me, her lips massaging my cuntlips. It was like she was Frenching my pussy. I trembled, so excited from the shaving. I was so sensitive down there, so bare without my pubic hair. My orgasm built and built.

I was going to have such a huge cum. That would be spectacular. I was so happy right now. Just so thrilled to have that wonderful tongue flicking up and down me. My eyes rolled back in my head. I shivered in delight, smiling from ear to ear.

“Good, huh?” Fred asked, working his hand up and down his cock.

“Yes,” I moaned. “Oh, oh, I’m being used! I’m being used, and I love it! I love having my little sex slave eating my pussy. She’s so good! Oh, oh, yes!”

My body trembled. This was just so much fun. I couldn’t wait to fuck her with a strap-on. And to eat her out, but not yet. I wanted to build up to that moment. I trembled as that tongue wiggled around in me. I loved it.

She was such a wicked thing. She stirred me up, her lips massaging my pussy. Then she winked at me. I gasped as her tongue stroked to my clit. She caressed my bud. Sparks sizzled. I gasped and tossed my head.

“This is so incredible!” I moaned. “I’m being used by him!”

I was so blessed.

Her soft lips nibbled on my clit. It was just perfect. I was so happy to have her doing that. My toes curled. She was so good at it. Even better than my husband. I loved it. I quivered, my heart pounding in my chest.

This wicked delight built and built in my pussy. Her soft lips nibbled on my clit. My sex slave’s eyes gleamed with such wickedness. Her tongue fluttered around it. I gasped out as the bliss built and built in me. I quivered in delight.

“Yes!” I gasped.

My orgasm burst through me.

My pussy juices gushed out of my cunt and drowned her. She licked up my cream, caressing through my pussy lips. It was incredible. The bliss was so incredible. I was so happy to have this ecstasy washing through me.

“Temptation!” I moaned.

“Mistress,” she cooed, rubbing her face into my cunt.

She licked at me with so much passion. It was an incredible moment. I quivered through all that ecstasy. I felt so dizzy. My husband groaned, his cum spurting from his cock. I loved seeing the white splashing on the floor. He grunted as our eyes locked.

I loved him so much as my sex slave devoured my cunt. My orgasm peaked in me. It was an incredible moment. I quivered through every last moment of this passion. I sucked in breaths, Temptation tonguing me.

“Oh, oh, I have to practice the sex toys,” I moaned.

“The strap-on,” my husband panted.

“Yes, yes, the strap-on,” I whimpered. “That’s what I have to use. I need to. That’s how he wants to use us.”

“Of course,” Temptation purred. Pussy cream dripped down her chin. My pussy cream. “Mmm, let’s go!”

Temptation bounded to her feet and darted out of the tub and past my husband. I smiled at her enthusiasm. Fred held to his hand with white cum dripping down it. I took it and licked up the cum off the back, loving the salty flavor. He helped me stand, grinning at me.

We found Temptation pulling the pink strap-on out of the box. It came with a black harness that she skillfully threaded the dildo through. She knelt and held it out to me, clearly wanting me to step into it. I was glad she knew how to do all this stuff.

“So the base of the dildo will press on your clit,” she said as I stepped into it. “So when you thrust, you’ll really feel it.”

That sounded so neat.

She worked the harness up and up my legs. I sucked in a breath as she worked the vinyl straps over my hips. The base of the dildo pressed into my pussy lips and my clit. I gasped as it was all the way up. This was it. I was so ready to fuck her.

She rose and slipped onto the bed. She lay there, legs spread wide, her pussy pink and delicious. I shuddered, the dildo bobbing before me. I crawled onto the bed, my boobs swaying beneath me. I was between her legs, so…

I ducked my head down and gave her tart pussy a quick lick.

“Yes!” she moaned as I stroked up her slit, feeling her silky cuntlips with my tongue. “Oh, oh, Mistress!”

She tasted so good, but I had to fuck her. I continued crawling up her body as she squirmed there. She pulled me down to her, my breasts pressing into her perky tits. Our boobs rubbed together, nipples caressing. Sparks sizzled.

Our lips met in a kiss.

I groaned as I pressed the dildo into her pussy lips. Our limbs entwined like I would with Fred, only I had the cock. It was so exciting. I felt the shaft slipping into her pussy. The base rubbed on my clit. It was so good, sparks sizzling.

I thrust away at her. I groaned, savoring the thrill of moving my hips. The dildo massaged my bud. Sparks sizzled. She moaned into my lips. My husband watched, groaning and breathing heavily. The rhythmic sound of his strokes mixed with my thrusts.

I matched his fisting, fucking my sex slave.

I broke the kiss and moaned, “You’re mine, Temptation! That’s what he wants!”

“Yes!” she squealed as I buried into her. “Oh, oh, I’m yours, Mistress! Ooh, ooh, drive that shaft into me!”

Our breasts rubbed together as I pumped away at her. I thrust that wonderful dildo into her pussy. I gasped, my clit bursting with sparks. She was right; the base did rub on my cunt. That felt so good. I was making love to my new sex slave.

I pumped away at her while she slid her hands up and down my back. She caressed me as I buried into her over and over again. This was so much fun to do to her. I was so glad to pump away at her cunt. I fucked her deep and hard.

“Oh, oh, oh!” she moaned. “Isn’t that wonderful, Mistress!”

“It is, Temptation,” I groaned. “Mmm, you’re so well-named!”

She winked at me in such an adorable way that I kissed her.

Our lips melted together.

I loved the feel of her mouth on mine as I made out with her. We were being used by him. It was such a magical moment. I savored the way the base of the dildo rubbed on my clit as I pumped away at her. We moved together.

Made love to each other.

My husband groaned, jacking off as I buried the dildo into my sex slave’s cunt. I owned Temptation because of him. It was so wonderful. I was so happy. I pumped away at her pussy, enjoying every second of this.

My pussy clenched as I thrust at her twat. I fucked into her pussy with everything that I had. I fucked her hard as we moaned into each other’s lips. We kissed with such passion, the pleasure building and building between us.

“Damn,” groaned Fred as he watched.

My orgasm built and built with every thrust into my sex slave’s cunt. I was so happy to bury into her. This was so much fun. She moaned, her fingernails raking down my back. I fucked her while her pierced nipples rubbed against my nubs.

“So hot,” panted Fred.

I broke the kiss and moaned, “We are hot, right?”

“Yes!” my goth slave moaned, her eyes so dark and mysterious. “Oh, oh, Mistress, fuck me. I am going to cum like a lezzie whore!”

“That’s right!” Fred grunted. “You cum on my wife’s dildo! She owns you!”

Fred was so supportive of him using me.

I buried that toy into my sex slave’s cunt, loving how my clit burst with sparks. Every time I thrust, that dildo massaged my bud and cuntlips. It was such a wonderful sensation. I drew back as quickly as I could so I could thrust the shaft back into her cunt.

Pleasure crossed Temptation’s face. She slid her hands down to my rump. I loved how she gripped my butt-cheeks. She massaged my ass as I plunged the dildo into her cunt over and over again. She moaned, her passion echoing through the bedroom.

Her fingers sank into my butt-crack.

“Temptation!” I gasped as she found my asshole.

She grinned at me as she played with my backdoor. She stroked her fingers over it. A shiver ran through me as she touched me like that. She pushed her fingers against my anal ring. My backdoor opened for her.

She popped into my asshole.

“Oh, oh, Temptation!” I moaned, my bowels clamping down on her two digits. She sank them into my bowels. “That’s so good!”

“I know,” she cooed. “Ooh, ooh, I love anal play. I can’t wait for you to use that butt plug on me!”

I shuddered, so ready to do that. Her fingers worked in and out of my asshole. Maybe I should have her working it into my own backdoor. The velvety heat melted to my pussy. I plunged away at her cunt, my clit bursting with sparks.

I shuddered; her fingers in my asshole felt so good. It was just a beautiful thing. This was such a wild thing. I was going to cum so hard. Just explode. She licked her lips, such a naughty gleam in her dark eyes.

“Mmm, I’m going to cum, Mistress!” she moaned, plunging her fingers in and out of my asshole.

“Good, good,” I groaned, pumping away at her. I drove the dildo into her cunt, my pussy clenching. “We’re going to both explode!”

“Yes, Mistress,” she whimpered.

“God, that would be so hot,” panted my watching and supportive husband.

I flashed him a smile, his hand flying up and down his dick. He stroked his shaft with passion as I buried the dildo over and over into my sex slave’s cunt. My clit burst with sparks. I loved every second of that sizzling delight.

Using a strap-on was so much fun. And I would be an expert by the time the cruise came around. Just a month-and-a-half away. Plenty of time to master all the toys I bought.

“What are you grinning about, Mistress?” Temptation moaned.

“Just how much fun I’m having right now,” I groaned. “Ooh, ooh, you love it, don’t you? You love me fucking my dildo into your pussy!”

“I do!” I moaned. “I love it so much. Oh, oh, you’re driving me wild. Just making me shiver in delight. Wow!”

I smiled at her, fucking her so hard. So fast. I buried into her with everything that I had. She groaned as she quivered beneath me. I buried my dildo into her twat over and over again. My pussy clenched, my clit bursting with sparks.

Our nipples brushed. Hers felt so naughty with those barbells threaded through them. I loved the feel of the piercings on my areolas and boobs. I groaned, staring into her dark eyes as I fucked her hard. She jammed her fingers deep into my asshole, twisting them about.

I was going to cum, and make her explode.

So I fucked her hard.

“Yes!” squealed the adorable Temptation, her fingers burying into my asshole. “Mistress!”

She trembled beneath me as I pumped away at her. She had to be cumming. It was so wild watching her spasming like that. The sight of her quivering through her orgasm was a thing of beauty. I smiled from ear to ear, pumping away at her.

“Oh, oh, Mistress!” she gasped. “Cum with me!”

“Yes!” I moaned, burying the dildo into her pussy. The base massaged my clit. Just knowing I made her cum sent me over the edge. “I’m cumming!”

The rapture burst through me.

“Fuck!” groaned my husband, his cock erupting.

I trembled atop my goth sex slave as the rapture swept through me. I gasped out in delight, loving the pleasure rushing through me and drowning me. It was so good. I moaned, my head tossing back and forth. I gasped out, reveling in this wonderful delight. It was just so good.

My eyes rolled back in my head as the bliss swept through me. I drowned in the ecstasy. She quivered on me. It was so glorious. I kissed her as we both came together. My asshole writhed around her digits. It was amazing.

I shuddered with her, savoring this wonderful delight. My orgasm peaked in me as we made out. She worked her fingers in and out of my asshole. I quivered on her, loving this moment. Our tongues danced as we both came down from our orgasmic high.

I broke the kiss and purred, “Now, I’m going to use that butt plug on you!”

“Yes, Mistress,” she said.

Ooh, I was so glad that he was using every woman going on the cruise. It was just a miracle to be one of those lucky beauties. I sucked in a deep breath, my heart pounding in my chest. This was a beautiful moment.

To be continued…

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