She smiled and looked me in the eyes as I jabbed my hot-rod into her snatch. I leaned in for a kiss, bending her in two. Her nails dug into my legs as...I pounded her forcefully. I pulled back from the kiss, wrapped her ankles together over one shoulder and drove into her as deep as I had to offer. I fucked her like this for what seemed like at least five minutes. Her face slowly changed from a smile to a furled brow. Her gasps and moans were haunting, as if she had fear in her eyes. I grew. Be respectful, and polite. Keep in mind, whore that you are my property, and as such you WILL do whatever you’re told. Embarrass me in front of my friends (FRIENDS??? Plural? How many people were down there, I cringed) and I’ll make you sorry you did.I went downstairs, tears squeezing from my eyes and snuck into the kitchen. Jim was waiting and he looked me over. “Very nice” he said “You’ll get better with the makeup in time. Now turn around and bend over, I want to see that pretty ass.”A fresh. Thank you very much to my friend, Margaret who proofread for me. ~ellie Chelsea’s Twelve days of Christmas Chapter 1. Innamorata Chelsea Gillian walked slowly down the staircase into the magnificent ballroom. She was poised and beautiful. Of course, working for over two years to become the woman she was, at this moment, helped to give her the confident air that held her smile in place, despite her anxiousness. This was the life she had chosen, the life she wanted, free from the complications. .. after a few strokes I realize it's a fine paintbrush. He teases my clit with the brush, circling it, stroking it, and running the tip of the brush along the ridge of my hood. My moans grow louder with each stroke. " Please... Master... please" I beg Him. He chuckles again. " Oh, not yet, my sweet. We need to discuss something first." I try to focus on His words. That sounds to me like the start of a punishment lecture. "Haven't we discussed communication?" He asked. I nodded wordlessly. "And.