I wasn't pretending I was moaning harder also as he sucked my tits. I begged again for him to lick my pussy, for the first time he did it. I opened ...y legs after he slowly took of my panties. My legs were shaking from excitement. I told him wait, I wanted him to lick my pussy only if he take off his pants and underwear and then and only then he could lick it. I watched every second. His hands unbuttoned his pants and I gasped from excitement. He moaned again and reached in his pants to. Yes, I was just a sissy slut slave,but somehow it was everything I ever wanted to be.That's why I was so devastated when I turned 30. Master had blessed mewith many surgeries, so I had become a walking wet dream. Nevertheless,he took me into his study one day and told me that he was looking for"new meat to break in."I threw myself to the floor and begged to remain in his service. Ibegged to become his dog slut, living out the rest of my days serving inhis kennel. I begged to become a whore in. Their sex was conventional, to say the least; ninety percent of the time they were content with conventional fucking, missionary or doggy, and most of the rest was fellatio. Only occasionally did Jeremy want her arse, and she always let him have it, provided he oiled her and his prick well first. It didn't hurt, although she never found it the sort of turn-on that doggy style in her cunt, with a hand on her clitoris, was.Car TroubleAs she drove along the stuttering in the engine became more. . . I grabbed the front of your jeans, and practically ripped off the button getting it undone, and only half unzipped you before I was yanking your pants and g-string down. I looked up to see your eyes in the wall mirror staring at me intensely, and I spit in the palm of my hand and lubed up the head of my cock."Fuck me, fuck my pussy!" you said in a half-strangled voice. "No." I said, and your eyes bulged as I spread your ass wide open, and slid the head of my cock into the opening of your.