I could tell by the look in her eyes that she was as turned on as I. She looked and smelled phenomenal, and was now naked too. My cock almost exploded...when I saw her. Slowly, she walked over to the bed. “Are you ready to please your mistress, slave?” she said in her sexiest voice. I nodded and let out a muffled “Mhmmm”. She got on top of me and loosened the straps of the ball gag so she could pull it down under my chin. As she did so I started dribbling saliva like a starved dog. She turned. "She smiled when she saw what I had done, and then stood up, grabbing my face in a tongue-filled kiss. Then she pushed me down onto my chair, knelt on the pillow and began work on my belt. I was beyond logic; as the zipper zipped, I lifted my backside so that she could pull my slacks off. My blood filled lance jutted out from my underwear."Let me fold my slacks." Not now, Michael. Next time you can do that."So she meant that there would be a next time. It was a pleasant thought, for although I. Rick never told me how large it was. Mike was Hispanic, his cock was uncircumcised and had to be at least 8 inches (I estimated). It just hung there while he crouched down – I’m sure he didn’t even notice, male shorts were too fucking short in the 80’s. I didn’t know why at the time, but that just turned me on.After the game, Mike said we could hang out at his place which was on the other side of a wall around our gated community. We were just hanging out, having a few sodas and talking shit,. . there was a little more pain to contend with, but for a b**st he was being very considerate.Finally the b**st leaned forward and shoved the last couple inches into Kristen's protesting ass... she groaned. Laying under his weight, she couldn't believe that he'd shoved the entire length of his cock up her ass... her cheek rested on the soft sheets as the rough fur of his groin rubbed against her lashed buttocks... everything was so erotic. So dirty... so wrong... so hot. She realized what a.