"OOOHHH MMMYYYY GGGOOOOODDD!" Sarah screamed as she came all over my cock. I began thrusting deep and fast into her tight love canal; I could feel her...muscles clasping around my cock as she kept squeezing me from the inside. "FUCK ME HARDER, YOU MOTHER FUCKER!" Sarah screamed some more. "I need your cock--" Sarah's sentence was cut off by the wet dripping pussy of my mother as she smothered Sarah's face with her own dripping pussy. I kept thrusting my huge cock into Sarah's pussy over and. I had messaged her a couple of times however there was no answer. I wanted to message her more but didn’t want to seem desperate. How many times is too many I wondered. It had been over two weeks and no response. From time to time I would check her profile. She had not been on since our time together anyhow and I decided not worry about it.After class I checked my account as I always do. There was a red marker at the top of the screen. No matter how many times it happened I still got excited. I. So I gasp my whip by the handle and the tip, and strike her across her back.“When….did…I…say….you….can cum?”Threw her gag i heard her mutter. “You didn’t…”“That right…I…DIDNT!” striking her across her back again, and again for good measure.i move towords here head and kneeled down, wispering in her ear. “Now, are you going to play nice? be a good little girl?” i say stroking her cheek.She nods.“Well next time you cum…if i even give you that chance again….you ask my per….MISSION!” i said loudly. She wouldn't give a guy the time of day if he tried to hit on her, I bet. Maybe because she was married and I knew she'd never cheat on my dad, but I figured she just loved being a banker. When she went to bed at night, she took her briefcase with her. Seriously.Ding-dong ... The doorbell rang and for just a second there I thought maybe one of my girlfriends had come over. Or maybe two of them, if it was Stacy and Angie. Who else would ring the doorbell at 7:30 on a Saturday night?"Oh! That.