"Unzip me," I mumbled into his mouth. His hands groped around on my back until he found the zipper, and pulled it down in one swift motion. I pushed h...m back so he sat on the bed, then let the dress drop off me, revealing my small, pert breasts. "Oh, God, they're beautiful," he said, mesmerized. I nudged his knees apart, moved between them and pulled his head into my chest. He began to lick and suck my perky, pink nipples. He was good at this, and soon they felt hard enough to cut glass. He ran. We have a dress code, we must keep our bodies’ shaven and smooth from the neck to the ankles we are only allowed to dress in very short mini-skirts, no top and no underwear. Women have the right to order any man they cross in the street to lift up his skirt and wank in front of them as they sneer and insult him. The man must cum in his hand then swallow his own spunk or rub it all over his face. Other women passing by insult the man and punch him, men passing by must not look, they must keep. It took a moment to register, then I sort of relaxed, almost smiling as my heart rate slowed down. I guess I should explain. My Mistress and I have a few code words, she calls them. For example, if we have guests, she will tell me … well, a certain word. I don’t think you need to know the exact word. But that word put me on my best, professional behavior. It means these visitors aren’t close friends, just business associates and my role is more to simply stay out of the way. She conducts a lot. .“Oh fuck,” I groan, “ Yes that feels so good, inside me.”You grab me now and growl at me, “Alright little lady, playtime is over. Time for some serious fucking.”You push your cock deep into me, making me gasp as your big head pushes the walls of my pussy apart, stretching me wide and filling me so full. I hear your moans as my pussy clenches around you making it so tight inside. Your cock is trying hard to escape the cavern you buried it in. It's pulling out and you push your hips up and.