“louder.” He spoke. She could feel the riding crop slap her inner thigh again. She gasped as a puddle of wet started to form beneath her. “your...s, SIR” she belted out. He caressed her face with the fur glove thanking her for answering. Sir worked at keeping slave guessing with the crop and the flogger working their way over her breasts and down to her thighs. Heat and tingles were exploding all over her front side. She loved the torture, the beating, the guessing game of what sensation to. Leah was dripping at the feeling of Brantley’s fingers slipping in and out of her snatch. She pushed her hips into his fingers each time he pushed them into her. She moaned as he plunged deeper, and spanked her ass with his free hand. She moaned hard and asked to be fucked. Brantley was hard as a 2×4 and willing to listen. He grabbed his cock and plunged himself deep inside her, causing Leah to scream out in painful pleasure. He pulled himself out, and did it again, ramming even deeper, causing. I sniffed a couple of them in the hamper and went to meet and walk my girlfriend out.My mom got home with a 18 pack of coors light and started downing them back to back. She was on a mission like every friday night, get drunk and get fucked. I sat next to her on the couch and started watching tv with her. I was in basketball shorts and she was in a spaghetti strap shirt, no bra and some short shorts."There ain't shit on TV" she sighed, taking another sip.She unbuttoned her shorts and zipped. As they chat I let my concentration drift with the wind, my eyes staring out at the countryside, whilst my thoughts are on the two lovely pairs of taught boobs either side of me. Ten minutes later my pint seems to have evaporated and I'm having difficulty sitting still, with my brain working overtime to give me a raging hard on. The spell is broken by the "voice" I'm just going to the bar for a drink, would you like one?"I cock an eyebrow at the unintended double-entendre "Please and I'll have.