My body after all is his to play with and should be easily accessible at all times.I drop to my knees in front of my master and gaze longingly at the ...ulge in his trousers. I undo the belt of his trousers and pull down on them, dragging his boxers in the process, setting his cock free. I lick and bite my lips, hungry to have him in my mouth. I passionately kiss his tip, wrapping my tongue around it in the process. Gently I graze my nails up his shaft towards the tip. I release and begin again. Leaning down, she kissed his neck while starting to ride him harder. Their bodies already getting sweaty in the summer heat, heart rates climbing. With a skilled move Matt pulled her under him, he knew she liked it this way: him in control. He thrust into her as she moaned his name “harder mmm oh yeahh oh Matt ohmmm!”. The room was filled with raw passion and the musk of sex mixed with the light scent of her perfume. He felt her hot wet pussy around his hard cock and her smooth legs around his. This, then, is my story, the story of ...The Enslavement of Allison ? by: Allison SmithCHAPTER ONE: "JUDY"I do not know when I first had the urge to cross dress - it was probably in my early teens - but over the years and in and out of one marriage, In my feminine persona I called myself 'Allison' and slowly improved my wardrobe and developed my feminine skills. How to apply my make up, put on false eyelashes and it never failed to thrill as I slipped each stockinged foot into those tight shoes. I always love sinking my prick into her. After a couple minutes of banging her I pulled out. "Helen, put Jim on the floor and ride him." She was quick to obey. While Jim was stepping the rest of the way out of his pants, I literally tore the lace panties off Helen's body. Jim lay on the floor with his manhood sticking straight up. Helen wasted no time sliding her soaking wet pussy down over his pole. She bounced up and down on it like a mad woman. I was afraid that she was going to make.