In the steam room part 3, by Katie Gatt

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This was insane! Your mother in laws hips were now blocking your view of what Hugo was doing to your wife, but you could hear from the sounds she was making that it was building to another climax. Your tongue kept obediently licking at the clit that was pressing onto it. You felt a pair of hands on the back of your head and then Louise really began humping your face.

Don’t fucking stop, cuck! She almost spat as she yelled at you. Fuck yes, don’t stop. I’m gonna fucking cum on your cuck tongue!

You felt her lightening the grip on your head, and then your mouth was awash with the taste of her orgasm. She leaned her head back and a low growl escaped her lips, and then her hips bucked back and forth and you clenched her butt cheeks to make sure you elicited the maximum amount of climax from her mature pussy. No matter the situation, you were always keen to get a pussy off with your mouth!

You’re right Katie, he’s a very eager muff diver, said Louise as she climbed off, I can see exactly how your arrangement works for both of you.

In the steam room part 2, by Katie Gatt

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Yes, joked Louise, go and get it, slave! They’re in the cellar down by the guest room.

You rolled your eyes a little but complied, standing up and reaching for your towel, but Katie grabbed it from you.

No, slaves stay naked, she quipped with a wink.

You sighed, and walked out into the cool freshness of the house to look for a bottle, your lock jangling as you walked. Now was your chance to impress them, though. You had a pretty good nose for wine, and if you could choose the perfect bottle then surely it would help rebuild your stature in their eyes. You reached the cellar and began perusing their collection, eventually selecting a 10 year old Shiraz that you knew to be drinking perfectly now. Walking with more of a spring in your step, you returned to the steam room, opened the door, and shuffled inside.

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In the steam room part 1, by Katie Gatt

She still hadn’t unlocked the cage and it had been 3 weeks already, and now she was making you go with her to her mom and stepdads new house. Any hope you had that she might have mercy and relieve your pent up balls was dispelled quickly on the drive out there.
No, I didn’t bring the key, if that’s what you’re about to ask.
You shifted uncomfortably in the seat and heard her giggle and then she reached over and squeezed the metal apparatus that had prevented you cumming for almost a month.
You loved this woman but goddamn, she was really taking this denial game to a new level.
Not that it affected her too much. You were licking that pussy of hers morning and night. In the mornings she just needed a little pick me up before work, so you got on your knees in the shower and held her by the butt so her legs didn’t give way. In the evenings you ate her out until she pushed you away and fell asleep. All the time your cock was straining against its tethers.

Momtrepreneur part 2.2

Yeah, I said. You like that, don’t you baby? You like me playing with those big, full balls of yours.
Aarggghhh, he cried out. That feels too good!
What? I asked this with a feigned innocence and a glint in my eye. I’m not doing anything….
Oh fuucckk. Fuck! That’s too fucking good!
I could tell he was losing control. I had him exactly where I liked to have men. Urgent, and not able to resist the feeling I was giving them. I knew now that Jack would be back, that once he’d felt this feeling he wouldn’t be able to resist it.
I kept working his balls and grinding my pussy onto him. I saw his expression change again, and his balls begin to go taut. It was nearly the time to go off the script. I needed a certain reaction from him to really make the video capture something worth watching, and letting him in on that secret would ruin the moment.
Oh yeah, I said, cum in me, baby. Cum in my married fucking pussy you young stud!
Ugh. Aarrgghh! Fuck!
I felt him flooding into me. The moment was now:
Yes baby, cum in me! Make me pregnant! Fucking breed me!
I saw his eyes widen in surprise.
Wait, what? No!
Yes baby, keep fucking me. Put all that delicious sperm right in deep! Give me a baby!
I felt him try to pull away but I wrapped my legs around him.
Stay inside me, baby! I don’t want any of your cum to leak out!
He didn’t realize I was teasing him, and the look on his face would really make the video popular. Hell, I might even use it as the thumbnail, I thought to myself.
I pulled on his balls a bit more as he writhed to escape my embrace.
Easy now, I said, just wait right where you are. I want it all in there…
Fuck. You fucking bitch!
His expression was the perfect mixture of incredulity and despair. Yes, this would make great porn. Eventually I released him and he fell back, chest still heaving.
You’re not really gonna get pregnant, are you?
I laughed at him. Jack, honey, that was one hell of a video we just made. Don’t worry about whether or not it was fictional, just look forward to the next time we make one.
What do you mean, then next time?
Well, I winked at him, I can’t get more pregnant if we repeat this again, can I?
You’re one fucking crazy milf, he said.
Yes, I responded, and you loved it. You’ll be back, I promise you.
He looked me in the eye, then turned and started to dress himself.
When will you put the video up?
Just editing it now, I said. It will be up before you get home. If it’s popular we can do a few more. Either way, I’ll call you when I need another fucking like that. Now get home, your mother might be worried….
More to come…

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Momtrepreneur part 2.1

I grabbed my camera from the desk and adjusted the bedside lamps to get the perfect lighting for the scene I had in mind.
Jack fidgeted in the corner, his eyes never leaving me
OK, I said, I’m going to call the scene “Young stud fucks hot milf RAW and cums inside”. The punters go mad for simple titles like that. We don’t need to set the scene, either. We just need to get right into the action.
He looked nervous, but he obeyed when I explained the blocking and the camera angle I wanted. He stood beside the bed in his boxer shorts, and I sidled across the mattress in skimpy black lingerie on my hands and knees. I grabbed at his bulge and bit his abs.
You’re delicious, I cooed. Would you like to try some milf pussy?
He nodded.
Good boy. I have a feeling you’re going to make me a very happy milf.
I pulled his hardening cock from his shorts and ran my tongue up the length of it, feeling the veins slide under my tongue.
You’re much harder than my husband gets.
I turn to face the camera as I say that, knowing that will drive the cucks in my audience wild with lust.
I begin sucking him and playing with his balls. He grabs the back of my hair and starts working himself deeper into my throat until his balls are resting on my chin. I look over at the camera and wink, then I pull myself back and catch my breath.
OK, now you hold the camera and film some POV shots of me sucking you.
Hell yeah, he replies and picks up the Canon.
I look straight into the camera and kiss the tip of his cock, then start swirling my tongue around it.
You like that? The cadence of my voice is almost innocent.
Fuck yes, he replies, so fucking hot!
Next I take his balls in my mouth, sucking on them as I work my hand up and down his shaft. I taste his sweat and his urgency. It’s making me wet and so I pull away from him again.
Put the camera back and let’s get that dick in this wet pussy, I tell him.
Anything you say, Ma’am.
We get ourselves set for the side angle, making sure the viewer will see everything. This is the boring part of shooting porn.
If I tilt this way a bit they’ll see both my nipples and your cock going in my pussy…. You’ll need to put your arm on this side…. Maybe we should do a close up of my face when you enter me for the first time… Flex your arm more, your triceps are sexy…
Soon though, we forgot the camera was even on. He eased himself inside me and pushed one of my knees onto his shoulder and started ploughing in with long strokes of his full length. I tilted my hips so that his pelvic bone slammed my clit each time he reached full depth. It wasn’t long before I felt my climax rising.
I’m gonna cum, I said, and it came over me in a sudden wave that coursed through my body like a drug and made the breath leave my lips in a slow growl. My pussy flooded his shaft and he held himself down against my clit sending an aftershock of sweet ecstasy through me once again.
You like my young cock, don’t you slut? He almost spat the words at me and I opened my eyes and winked at him.
You’ll do, I said, but you shouldn’t think that you’re in control… I can make you finish whenever I choose to.
He smirked and started fucking me again, but I pushed him off and rolled over and arched my back at him. His hand clapped on my ass and he lined himself up, then eased inside me.
Be careful, I said breathlessly, you might drown in there.
He smirked again and started picking up his pace. The bed head began to knock against the wall rhythmically.
He reached his hand around and held my breast as it swayed in time with his thrusts, pinching my nipple in between his fingers. I looked across at the screen and saw the vision that would soon greet my followers. I had to admit, it looked amazing. The light was the perfect level and angle to shape the creases of his muscles and hold the details of my curves.
I want you to cum inside me, I yelled theatrically.
Not yet, jack responded, this pussy still needs fucking.
Yeah, I replied as I looked directly into the camera, FUCK THAT MARRIED PUSSY!
He picked up his pace and his balls slapped against my clit each time he trust. I felt myself cumming again and this time he withdrew his cock totally as I writhed around, trying desperately to get it back inside me. Then he grabbed my hips and reentered me and I felt the climax rise again and I pushed back hard against his body. His lean, muscular arms wrapped around me and pawed at my tits and traced my stomach. I dug my fingernails into his butt and felt the sweat dripping from his brow.

Momtrepreneur part 1

It began a few years ago. I was a single mom with a teenage son and I was drowning in the drudgery of unpaid bills and shitty jobs. I started stripping online for money more out of desperation than any desire for that type of a career change, but it soon became clear that exposing myself was far more lucrative and far less bothersome than was waitressing and doing temp secretary work. At least my online customers were open about the way they ogled me. They didn’t need to find lame excuses to touch me, or press against my ass as they slid between tables. They didn’t need to clumsily touch my boob as they left a napkin scrawled with their phone number in the front pocket of my apron.

They could sit back, relax, and watch me play with myself and press my breasts together and talk in that low, sexy cadence that’s been done a million times yet still gets the desired result. They would also tip far more generously than most of the slick suited sales types who loved nothing more than to use some poor single waitress as a buffer to their ego.