Sarah's submission - S01 E140

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Sarah's submission - S01 E140

Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 140

Make me your fuck toy!" Sarah dug her middle fingers into her pussy, slamming her clit with her palm.

Sarah won the race. The deep penetration of her ass combined with her hand proved to be too much. Screaming out a stream of "Fuck yes! Fuck me! Oh my fucking god! Fuck! Fuck me" and the like as her body stiffened and jerked through an intense orgasm. Her legs trembled against him and she felt her pussy vibrating.

Mr. Michaels let out a loud grunt and thrust as hard as he could into her and let loose a torrent of his hot spooge. He dug his fingers into Sarah's thighs and ground his dick into her through several heavy spurts of cream. Sarah didn't feel his fingers gouge her as her orgasm continued to rock her body for several minutes. Each time she thought it had finished, she would jerk and it would continue.

They both came to a rest panting. He looked down at her and grinned until he had caught his breath. Then he rolled her to her side and withdrew his dick. Leaving her only briefly while he retrieved a towel and a wet washcloth. With gentle care, he split her ass cheeks and used the washcloth to clean the spunk that seeped from her asshole. He put the towel under her and rolled her onto her back and used the backside of the washcloth to slowly clean between her legs.

He pulled her and the towel down to the end of the chaise more roughly. Spreading her legs wide with her feet on the floor, her stayed sitting on the floor and leaned forward to start eating her pussy. His warm soft tongue on her well fucked pussy felt electric. She moaned and wanted to pull her legs up, but he kept them in place. Sliding two fingers into her while his tongue danced over her clit. With nothing eise to do, Sarah slowly massaged her tits and lightly pinched her nipples. He took his time and brought her close several times, but deftly slowed each time without her having to say anything.

Sarah moaned and ground her hips in time with his finger thrusts. He spread her pussy lips wide with his other hand and barely touched her clit with his tongue with small flicks and swirls. After so many orgasms already, Sarah didn't think she could cum again. at first, but the warm feeling overtook her again and she pressed up with her pelvis trying to force herself against his mouth. He kept the pressure light until Sarah felt frantic. The orgasm welled up in her slowly, despite her urging for him to take her quickly. Eventually reaching her pleasure plateau, she begged, "Please master, please let me cum."

She grabbed his head and pulled him harder onto herself and continued to gyrate. Unconcerned about any potential punishment she let the orgasm rock her body, calling out and groaning loudly. He never slowed and sucked hard on her clit, biting and rolling it between his teeth. "Yes, of fuck yes!" she yelled as her body trembled deeply. He kept raking her g-spot with the tips of his fingers drawing out her orgasm for as long as possible. She clenched her body tight and pinched her nipples visciously before finally collapsing back onto the chaise with small quivers every few seconds. She let out a very satisfied sigh and breathed deeply for the first time since her orgasm started. "Thank you Master. That was incredible," she mewed softly.

He let her relax for a minute before pulling out his fingers. He stood and reached under her head and grabbed her hair. He pulled her up to her feet somewhat roughly and demanded, "Bow and show me some proper respect"

Bringing her quickly to her senses, she dropped limply to the floor on her knees with her arms stretched out in front of her and her head pressed to the floor. "Thank you Master. Thank you for treating your slut so wonderfully. I don't deserve how well you treat me. Thank you for my orgasms." She then crawled forward and kissed his foot several times before going back to a bow to wait for instruction.

"On you knees," he ordered. She raised up and put her hands behind her back and looked straight ahead. He waited a long minute before responding. "Who owns your cunt Sarah?"

"You do Master. You own my cunt, sir," she responded. "You've made me a cum whore and I love it," she added.

He walked behind her. She tried to wait patiently, but her stomach quivered with fear and her breathing got ragged. He put his hand in her hair and grabbed it, pulling her head back so she looked up into his face. "Say it again."

"You own my cunt, Master. You own my body to do with anything you want. Willingly. I am your willing submissive slave. She tried to be confident, but her voice cracked with nerves. She expected to be punished.

"Good girl. I believe you. And that is what I like to hear. Go clean up and we will get in the hot tub." Sarah got up and ran off to the bathroom.

When she came back, she realized he had already grabbed the wine glasses and headed downstairs making her run to catch up. He poured them both more wine as they got in the hot tub. They talked and kissed and he played with her tits idly for a while. Then he said, "I have an appointment for you three to get waxed again on Saturday. I want Ali to get a Brazilian like you two. Later we might try some different patterns, but for now, I like you all baby smooth. And of course, make sure they wax your backside as well. And then I also have another massage set up for all three of you on Sunday. In fact, I think I am going to set that up as a standing weekly appointment. You can let the others know."

Sarah jumped up and kissed him and thanked him. The massages had become a pampered treat that she looked forward to each time and couldn't believe this would be a regular thing. The news of having to get waxed again made her less enthused, but it seemed a small price to pay for all of the spoiling treatment he bestowed upon her.

When they finished their wine and their skin got wrinkly, he picked her up and floated her on top of the water making her lay flat while he supported her from underneath. Floating her over to the side of the tub, he instructed her to put the lower part of her legs up on the edge. Bending her body at the knees, he lowered her waist up against side of the tub until one of the jets hit right on her pussy. He supported her back so that her head floated just above the water line.

The strong jet hit her pussy and clit. Similar to the showerhead, the stream of warm water felt wonderful immediately, but the jet had much higher pressure. As he moved her slowly closer, it soon became too much and he backed off just enough. She whimpered and moaned as the jet pummeled her clit, but did her best to keep her eyes open and focused on his. He pinched her nipples and massaged her breasts with his free hand as the warm water bubbled against her.

She begged to cum to his acquiescence, but he kept her held in place as it receded until she became sensitive. Whimpering more urgently, begging to be let off, he just moved her even closer to the jet making it hurt until she figured out that he would only back off when she stopped begging. Accepting her torment without complaint, he pulled her off enough to make it more bearable. Before long, she begged for permission again getting his assent. When he didn't stop a second time, she didn't ask for him to stop, but she couldn't prevent her body from jerking and trying to get off the jet involuntarily. He pulled her away long enough to lean down to kiss her and give her a few seconds of reprieve. And then he forced a third orgasm out of her. Her body shook more violently the third time.