"Honey, did you just cum? Huh?" Denny asked as he lapped on Trisha's spilled juices.The service girl being, who was supposed to be receiving her punishment, was still jumpy at Denny's every stroke of his tongue on her center. She was trying to hide her core from his sight as she tried to clamp her legs and thighs, but as Denny was in between her widely spread legs, she could not do as she wanted. Denny's queries were answered with whimpers and suppressed moans. Trisha had her teeth sinking on her lower lip with her eyes pleading for mercy, for another forgiveness to another disobedience she had committed. She was aware she was wrong again. But as she was tied with a necktie to the headboard, Trisha could only wait for what her master deemed she deserved to be dealt with. "You were not supposed to come. You dare disappoint me?" Denny dipped two of his tallest fingers inside her core, and as if checking his suspicion to be right or wrong, he showed Trisha of the sticky, water-like f
With a buttplug stuck into her arse, Denny laid himself on his back to the bed, with his face in between her widely spread legs, kneeling on the bed. He guided her to move closer to his reach. Trisha was almost sitting on Denny's face with Denny's hands holding her beneath the bottom of her butts, the sides of her crotch to elevate her and balance her weight in his holds as he started to ravish her, piece of heavenly-pleasure giving, snatch. A series of whimpers, soft moans, and hisses left Trisha's lips as she tried to grab a firm hold on the headboard not to put all her weight to her Master's face. She would jerk and shake at Denny's every teasing and stimulating caresses. Trisha's breathing would hitch and occasionally stop when Denny's licks, flicks, and suckling on her clit would turn torrid yet make her wet as if she was standing in the pouring rain. Denny made Trisha reach a few more orgasms before he paused so he could speak. He wanted to make sure she was feeling the right
Denny was so alive all night banging her to oblivion. He was enraged that she dared to disobey, but in all honesty, Denny just made use of it as an excuse. He was enjoying seeing her helplessly soaring from one orgasm to another. His first thought of punitive measures totally drifted off the drain as she begged in the most alluring, seducing ways with her whimpering sounds and hushed moans. He demanded obedience, he imposed superiority and dominance, he was the Master, and she was the servant, but all these claims turned out to be superficial. He warned her that if she ever dared call him other than honey, anywhere, like literally, anywhere- at home, at work, at the restaurant or supermarket, he would do worse than she has had. But in reality, in the realm of lust, sensuality, and affection, Denny was the servant, and Trisha was his Royal Highness. He bends at her every wish, told or not, he gives her the best of satisfaction he deems she would like to have, and she should have, to
He guided his cock to her narrowed entrance with a hand while an elbow balanced his weight on the bed just right below Trisha's armpit. Her position made her entrance even narrower as she was lying on her back with her legs flat straight on the bed, restrained to move as he was atop her whole lower body."Ohhhhhh... mmmm..." Trisha moaned as she felt the upper surface of Denny's cock rub on her clit every time he would move to thrust and unsheathe his shaft in and out of her wet folds. She couldn't help responding in quick, sharp, sudden movements whenever his cock would rock to and fro on the most sensitive part of her whole anatomy right at the moment. "Tu es si serré," [You're so tight] Denny groaned, struggling to push his girth all the way into her love cave. It even felt more strait as Trisha would stiffen and tighten subliminally whenever she felt the rapturous ecstasy of Denny's every sway of hips, pounding on her as soon as he made his cock, balls deep, inside her pussy. The
And so ever since then, Trisha would address her master/client according to how he demands to be addressed."Honey."She is not allowed to call him any other name. Not unless she wants to relive that night. As for Denisse, he was sent to a medical mission together with a team whom she had requested herself to be sent away earlier that year. She sent the people she was not pleased with to somewhere she hated knowing it was difficult to live there. There is no clean water, no good shelter, no electricity most of the time, and no internet or any kind of entertainment available in the city. Now, she will have to get along with the people she had mercilessly oppressed when she was among the board of directors, she still has authority in the team she was working with, but she will have to learn things on her own as no one might want to assist her over there. Denny briefed everyone on her team to report any malicious activity to the main office. If proven that Denisse breaks any rules, mor
The couples enjoyed their time. They had a very nice meal. The dinner they shared was not luxury food. But they were all prepared by Trisha. Denny wanted to hire catering services. But Trisha declined. She spoke with Trixie, and the latter said she would love to try Trisha's cooking skills that she would love to have homemade food if that won't stress Trisha so much. And Trixie made herself clear to ask for only a few dishes. "I will leave your place as soon as I see a lot of food on your table," she threatened Trisha. Trixie did not want Trisha to cook a lot. She did not want to tire the girl. A simple meal would absolutely do. She was also thinking about bringing some of their own. She will bring some for the two gents to enjoy. Appetizers to whatever drinks that they would like to have. Trixie asked Don Carlo in advance, so she would know what kind of food to prepare.The night before Friday, Denny went to the Supermarket again with Trisha. They bought everything Trisha would need
"How about you stay for the night instead?" Denny offered. "We have Guestrooms," he added.Trixie and Don Carlo looked at each other. Then to Trisha and Denny, just to look back at each other again. The older couple looked like they were having a conversation through their eyes only, and the younger couple could not get what they were talking about, even the slightest clue or the wildest guess. It was like a private conversation, even though they were sitting right in front of Trisha and Denny.Smiling, Trisha blinked her eyes that silently asked: "What is going on?" at Denny, who lightly shrugged his shoulders as if saying: "I don't have any idea," and smiled. The host and the service girl did not understand what was going on, but they did not ask either. They let the elders decide whether to let Trisha and Denny know or not. Soon, they finally spoke verbally. "No, honey, we have to go home," Trixie said to Don Carlo. Her words sounded like Don Carlo wanted to stay even though the
Denny and Trisha sent the Don and the lady to their car. The couple already had drinks, but they weren't really drunk. Two cars were waiting for the older couple outside Denny's house; one was their ride while the other was their bodyguards. But before they got into the vehicle, Don Carlo remembered about something he wanted to collect. "I would like to hug my daughter," he lightly frowned at Denny. He seemed to be asking and demanding at the same time for permission to do as he stated. "Young man, you hugged my wife last time, remember?" Don Carlo reminded Denny, in a questioning manner. The man in question, Denny, snorted. He wanted to deny Don Carlos' words playfully. But he heard Trisha comment."I also remember," she said, chuckling softly. Denny could no longer proceed with his thoughts to deny as Don Carlo's claim became even more firm with Trisha claiming as a witness. He laughed lowly in defeat. "Mother, rescue me!" Denny played like a dramatic actor as he made himself loo