" Oh, baby," you say, looking up at me with those sweet eyes of yours, running your fingers up to the tip of my cock. "A girl doesn't wear a skirt lik... that because she knows what she's doing," you pause briefly between each word, quickly circling your thumb, feeling the precum coat the swollen head of my cock. "She wears a skirt like that because she wants a man with strong hands and a big dick to teach her what she's supposed to do."I close my eyes, throw my head back, breathing heavily,. As i watched over what seemed like a short period of time, i began to recover from the earth shattering orgasm i recently enjoyed. as i watched Mistress pound girl, my cock began to arise.as the blood rushed to my cock, it created a slight pain with my balls. as the skin on my cock tightened, so did the skin on my balls. the more i watched Mistress pound girls asshole, the harder i got, the more pain i was in.i let out a small moan due to the increasing pain in my balls. Mistress and girl. Withdrawing your softening cock, you watch her throat for signs of her swallowing. There it is. A big gulp. Is that better? Now clean your sticky goo off the screen, so you can read the rest of my story. Only the truly wicked writers leave you dangling and unsatisfied at the end of their stories. Not mentioning any names, but you know who are you. Naughty teasers! They call their endings titillating cliffhangers. But, I think they should bare their bottoms for my paddle for making us wait a. We had one like that. Held on tohis manly side. Fought it for nearly a week. Never touched a singlegirly thing. Then one day he snapped. Her mind just caved and he wentfrom a boy into one of the prettiest girls you ever saw. And that's okaywith us if you want It. But maybe if you accept it slowly, you'llremember who you are. Think hard on your past. Goodbye dear." She lookeddown and didn't acknowledge me any further I was scared to step outsidebut even more frightened to stay inside. I stepped.