I was setting the table as my master walked in. ‘Something smells good,’ she stated. ‘Thank you.’ There were a few moments of silence. ‘Mast...r?’ ‘Yes?’ I filled our plates and we began eating. ‘Do you know anything about a… man?’ She dropped her fork. ‘A what?’ ‘A man.’ She picked it back up again. ‘No.’ I had a feeling she was lying but I didn’t want to press the subject further. After dinner and dessert we went to our special room. I took off all of my clothes, took all of hers off, and she. She felt him push the shaft of his penis down, and as she pushed back onto his hand again, suddenly the end of his cock was in her ass. Now, Amy had done anal before, but never like this! With each thrust back, his cock was further in, and every time she tried to clench her ass, her pussy clenched around his fist. She gasped at the unexpected sensation. She found him pushing harder, more insistently, and pushed back in response. She started to climax, and the feeling of fullness got stronger. She had moved out of her foster home by then and was singing for money at the local club that Decan Beckham, a talent scout, was at. He asked her the very next day if she wanted to be famous. Her reply had been, ‘Ever since I was little.’ After that, the years seemed to fly by and almost before she knew what was going on she was so rich she could roll in it. By the time she was 21, she had had nine top ten hits. The crowd waited with baited breath as she began and let out a gasp at the. He fucked her hard and fast. My wife tapped his shoulder and told him to stop for a second. She said we need to back to the party, then she let her legs fall from his waist and she half hearted tried to push him off of her. He looked at her and started fucking her again she complained a little more then her legs went back to lock him in. He fucked her hard as shit for close to fifteen minutes non stop. Then he rolled onto his side so his cock sliding in and out of my wife's cunt could easily be.