Oh, gosh, that's good.”“So good!” she moaned. A big smile crossed her lips. “Ooh, sex is amazing with a futa! With my futa-sis!”I grinned at...her. “You're not bad yourself. Mmm, so tight and juicy. I just want to pump away.”“Do it!” she said, hips wiggling, stirring her pussy around my cock. “Make me cum with your big girl-dick!”“I will!” I moaned and kissed her.I drew back my dick and almost came from the intense delight. Her silky, wet pussy gripped my cock as I pulled it back and back. More. Word got around to Mrs. Malibu and, to make a long story short, Mr. Fuscia has been receiving monthly visits from black card sisters to check on his health as he languishes, supposedly voluntarily, in chastity and bondage in their home. "Did we check the child's DNA, Barb?" "You have good instincts, Cate. No we didn't. It's clear now that the child isn't his." "What do we do during these health checks?" "She's denying him orgasms. Are you familiar with the chaste cuckold lifestyle?" "Not. "I'm in by three inches, five more to go." I wiggle my butt. He slaps it casually. "More spit," I plead. "OK, he says, but it'll hurt again." He exits, spits some more spit onto his dick. Another thrust, another painful explosion, as predicted. "Ooh, no," I yell, my eyes filled with tears.He's unmoved, his member still inside. "Give it a moment, you'll see." The pain relents indeed, faster than the first time. "Better?" he asks. "Yes," I say. "Gently," I say. He's pushing ever so gently. Oh god! it was as smooth as molten butter. I wondered how her pussy would be.“Dekho ye tum thik nahi kar rahe ho. Police waale ho to matlab kuch bhi karoge?” she retorted.“Chal raand. Apne kapde nikal faikh. Tujhe aaj hum itna such denge ki nahi tere shauhar ne diya hoga aur nahi yeh tera chutiya beta Aarif kabhi de payega!” I said.“Yeh kya kehe rahe ho tum? Mai koi rakhail nahi hu samjhe.”“Naa rey Shahida tu aaj hum sab ki rakhail banegi. Sir! Aaj pehli koi Pathan aurat ko chodne ko milega.