Chicks And Car

She tucked her raven hair carefully under a woollen hat, put on a pair of black sunglasses, and reached behind the soap dispenser to find the ticket which her Blowjobs instructions had told her would be waiting. By this time, an electronic voice was announcing the first stop, just outside of the old city walls. She had barely enough time to check herself in the mirror before hurrying to disembark. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw another woman entering the carriage with downcast eyes, heading towards the toilet. Presumably her task was to retrieve the clothes and ticket, but it was better to know no more than was strictly necessary. Natalya made sure she was in the middle of the short queue to pass through the ticket barrier and then stood with her back to the closed-circuit television cameras studying the city map on the wall of the tram stop until the others oral had dispersed to cars and taxis. She looked both ways and suddenly set off, with a purposeful and confident air, into the side-alley opposite. It opened out into a grey courtyard where a black van, perhaps a military vehicle of some kind which had been repurposed for civilian use, was idling at the kerbside. Without looking left or right, without hesitating for a moment in her step, she went straight to the hatch at the back and climbed into the darkness inside. Hours passed before the vehicle finally came to a halt, after an increasingly rough ride out of the city. When the door swung open Natalya, the last to enter, was the first to emerge blinking into the low sun of the late afternoon. They were outside of a stone structure from the seventeenth or eighteenth centuries, cum perhaps a monastery or seminary. It had a tiled, hexagonal tower of modest proportions and a few outbuildings in various stages of dilapidation. There were wooded hillsides all around and the gravel driveway was carpeted with dry leaves and pine needles. “Line up over here, please”. The speaker was a tall, lithe, shaven-headed African, with high cheekbones and delicate features. She was naked save for high boots, a leather collar, nipple-rings and a tattoo of the Yellow Sign above her cunt. As Natalya moved over to the path she gave an involuntary start at the sight of another nude, collared slave; she was also tall, but fair-skinned, and she was unmistakably the woman who had assisted Dmitri in the King Big Dick in Yellow film. She smiled warmly into Natalya’s eyes, who blushed to realise that she had been staring. Women of various ages and nationalities followed after her, each casting curious, sidelong glances at her companions. There was a suppressed gasp from the group when the last passenger stepped into the light and came to stand beside them and Natalya heard her own voice breathe the name, “Serakh”. Such a celebrated beauty and artiste that she needed no surname, and she had been somewhere in the vehicle’s stygian interior with the rest of them! “You are all welcome,” the white woman said, “I am Carissa, this is Yewubdar, and we will direct you”. Behind them, they heard the engine start up and tyres crunching as the unseen driver set off again. Carissa indicated the piles of shoes and clothing on the steps outside the great oak door and the women began to undress. Most wore anal plugs, often beautifully decorated, and some had their cunts laced closed with leather thongs or fine chains. Oliviya, the petite brunette kindergarten-teacher who had sat next to Natalya on the journey was the first to be naked, revealing the black leather slave harness she wore under her modest dress, and she adopted a posture with her feet somewhat apart and her hands clasped behind her head. One by one, the others followed her example; Natalya was strangely proud of them all, certain that each would die beautifully and roast well. The two slave overseers walked slowly along the sperm line, appraising them. “We’re going to need you to remove your piercings” Yewubdar told the first woman, and her scarlet-dyed fringe fell over her eyes as she began to unscrew the steel barbells in her nipples and navel. “But you may leave the jewellery in your ears and eyebrows” Carissa said. “They suit you and won’t cause a problem in the kitchen”. She ignored the collective frisson which ran through them all at her words and moved on to inspect Serakh. Her clear and milky-white skin was covered with indigo bruises and pink rope-burns, decorating her generous curves with a pattern of calculated and severe abuse. Carissa took one of her punished breasts and weighed it in her hand, smiling at the shiver provoked by her gentle touch. “You have been well beaten quite recently” Yewubdar remarked, running a long finger over the swell of her belly. “This morning” she replied, huskily, and a faraway look came into her eyes. I pulled her to me, kissing her passionately. She was surprisingly calm. She bit her lip involuntarily as her desire grew. “thanks for the fuck tramp, your husband will be home soon so see ya, otherwise I’d have fucked you again twenty minutes from now. Whining in protest, I was turning cum around when I felt his index finger push into my asshole, sticky with my own cum. I put my bag between oral my feet and lay back into the seat. I licked my lips as I stared at Dad. I loved it. I found your primitivists most refreshing. “Maria was teasing me.” I rested my manhood on her pussy, simply rubbing the shaft against the entrance. I stroked him, feeling each eruption splattering my face. How far will it fall will depend on the distance to the target and its muzzle velocity.” Holding my pistol up I explained, “This is a .44 Magnum—a Colt Python, what many shooters consider to be the best handgun ever made. Otherwise, the guest room was where I was to be. "I guess so, but it sperm still seems weird seeing myself in a woman I just met for the first time in my life." I don’t really feel like a boy either if I’m being honest. Cindy watched her bare ass glide along the top of the water, admiring her form. I peer out into the boiling haze. "Take it all the way!" Three months, maybe four. “Besides smoke pot and screw my big sister, nothing sinister.” A Trifecta Aunt Sheen had placed Big Dick the Blowjobs TV remote near my plate so I switched on the TV and chose to watch a comedy show. “I told Biena all about my trip to Sydney and that I had a lot of making up to do for you. “That is for being a good girl” your husband said, “but if you think this is over – your wrong.”