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She opened her mouth and devoured my throbbing member. 

"Now you are being a good girl," I said, pulling on her hair and fucking her face. "Take Big Uncle's dick."
I heard her start to gag, so I pulled out.

"Let me hear you beg for it again you little lady."

"Please, Big Uncle!"

I smacked my dick across her face again.

"Please what, lady?"

"Please let me suck your dick."

"Why should I let you do that?"

"Because I am a dick-sucking lady, Big Uncle."

"Again."

"Because I am a dick-sucking lady, Big Uncle!"

I pushed my dick into her waiting mouth and groaned as it slid past her full red lips into her throat. This time, when she started to gag, I kept it down her throat just a bit longer. Her eyes began to turn red and water, so I pulled it back out and used my left hand to caress her face.

"You love this dick, don't you, lady?"

"I am a lady for your dick, Big Uncle. Please let me suck your dick."

I pushed my dick back into her mouth and began to Bleep her throat now. 

"Play with yourself while I Bleep your throat, lady."

Her hand raced down to her clit while I moved my shaft in and out of her tight throat. I knew I wasn't going to last long, and I wanted to make sure that my cum went to good use, so I pulled my dick out and started jerking it over her face just as she brought herself to orgasm.

"Beg for my cum you lady."

"Oh - yes --," she said as she rubbed her honey pot, "cum all over my face. I want your hot cum all over my whole face, Big Uncle!"

I grunted in pleasure as I felt the first several spurts of cum shoot from my throbbing member. I coated Roli's face and chest, then grabbed some of the attached hair on her head and wiped off my member with it. 

She smiled up at me, then slowly and deliberately scooped the cum from her cheeks and forehead and put it into her mouth, careful not to miss a single tiny drop.

"Your cum tastes so musky," she said.

"Glad you like it, lady."

In her fantasy her skirt had ridden up until her white panties were exposed and her bum had jiggled and wiggled as he spanked her. In her fantasy, Stanley had not stopped at three spanks either. He had given her ten or more good solid smacks and when he was done he had rubbed her bum gently with his open palm over her panties. He had rubbed her as he explained to her in gentle tones how he hated having to punish her like this and how he never wanted to do it again.

Esther had shaken herself out of that fantasy completely taken aback at the vividness of it. What surprised her most was how wet she was from the fantasy. Her panties were completely soaked and she thanked goodness that she was wearing jeans that night; otherwise her friends might have caught the aroma of her wet pussy emanating from beneath her skirt.

Esther thought she could smell it herself, but being high, she wasn't really sure. Luckily her friends never noticed it; at least they never said anything about it.

One thing that had changed after having that fantasy was that, although she had grown used to wearing a pair of cute shorts over her panties and under her uniform skirt, she had begun wearing just the panties under her skirt, the way most of her friends did. In fact, the next time she went shopping for underwear, her selections had been more brief than anything she had worn before that time.

She reconciled the change in style as part of growing up. Gone were the conservative white cotton panties; now she frequently wore smaller finely-cut panties and even a thong or two from time to time, although she did wear the white cotton panties on occasion.

The school uniform she used to wear certainly flattered Esther. She was about five foot four and had been blessed with a petite frame. Her breasts were small, a 34 B-cup but were topped with small bright red nipples that reminded her of strawberries when they were hard.

Esther never liked her own body very much. She wasn't as thin as her friend Onome. Onome weighed just over 50 kilograms and could fit into clothes that Esther could only dream of. Onome's body was as slim as slim could get. Her figure reminded Esther of many of the singers and actors she saw on television all the time.

They were all so thin and she often dreamed she could be as thin as they were.

When Esther looked at her own tits, she told herself that her friend Oyin had much bigger tits. Oyin's chest at 36C was very big compared to just about every other girl in their school. She was even bigger than some of the teachers. Oyin's figure too was much curvier than Esther's. Esther had watched Oyin from behind once while she was walking away and was amazed at the wiggle she produced.

Esther had tried to catch glimpses of herself walking from behind at times but that was virtually impossible. She was much too shy about it to ask any of her friends whether she wiggled when she walked or not. She reasoned then that her wiggle could not possibly be as good as Oyin's.

The only section of her own body that Esther thought was better than any of her friends' was her bum. Round and firm, she thought it looked good regardless of which panties she wore or whether she was wearing jeans or a skirt. She frequently admired it in the mirror after a shower, though sometimes when she did, thoughts of
Stanley's hand slapping her there drifted into her mind.

In her fantasy her skirt had ridden up until her white panties were exposed and her bum had jiggled and wiggled as he spanked her. In her fantasy, Stanley had not stopped at three spanks either. He had given her ten or more good solid smacks and when he was done he had rubbed her bum gently with his open palm over her panties. He had rubbed her as he explained to her in gentle tones how he hated having to punish her like this and how he never wanted to do it again.

Esther had shaken herself out of that fantasy completely taken aback at the vividness of it. What surprised her most was how wet she was from the fantasy. Her panties were completely soaked and she thanked goodness that she was wearing jeans that night; otherwise her friends might have caught the aroma of her wet pussy emanating from beneath her skirt.

Esther thought she could smell it herself, but being high, she wasn't really sure. Luckily her friends never noticed it; at least they never said anything about it.

One thing that had changed after having that fantasy was that, although she had grown used to wearing a pair of cute shorts over her panties and under her uniform skirt, she had begun wearing just the panties under her skirt, the way most of her friends did. In fact, the next time she went shopping for underwear, her selections had been more brief than anything she had worn before that time.

She reconciled the change in style as part of growing up. Gone were the conservative white cotton panties; now she frequently wore smaller finely-cut panties and even a thong or two from time to time, although she did wear the white cotton panties on occasion.

The school uniform she used to wear certainly flattered Esther. She was about five foot four and had been blessed with a petite frame. Her breasts were small, a 34 B-cup but were topped with small bright red nipples that reminded her of strawberries when they were hard.

Esther never liked her own body very much. She wasn't as thin as her friend Onome. Onome weighed just over 50 kilograms and could fit into clothes that Esther could only dream of. Onome's body was as slim as slim could get. Her figure reminded Esther of many of the singers and actors she saw on television all the time.

They were all so thin and she often dreamed she could be as thin as they were.

When Esther looked at her own tits, she told herself that her friend Oyin had much bigger tits. Oyin's chest at 36C was very big compared to just about every other girl in their school. She was even bigger than some of the teachers. Oyin's figure too was much curvier than Esther's. Esther had watched Oyin from behind once while she was walking away and was amazed at the wiggle she produced.

Esther had tried to catch glimpses of herself walking from behind at times but that was virtually impossible. She was much too shy about it to ask any of her friends whether she wiggled when she walked or not. She reasoned then that her wiggle could not possibly be as good as Oyin's.

The only section of her own body that Esther thought was better than any of her friends' was her bum. Round and firm, she thought it looked good regardless of which panties she wore or whether she was wearing jeans or a skirt. She frequently admired it in the mirror after a shower, though sometimes when she did, thoughts of
Stanley's hand slapping her there drifted into her mind.

Interesting work

Yes here comes another hot one. Join the train and enjoy.



Frankie

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There is time for everything. When it was time for passion, Stanley forgot all inhibitions and did as his flesh led him. To him, passion must be explored to the fullest, regardless of with whom.
The story contains explicit sex scenes.



The story just begins ...






Esther was a spoilt child. She was an eighteen-year old well-nourished spoilt child, but a spoilt child all the same. She did not really mean to be a spoilt child, but she really disliked being told what to do.

She particularly disliked being told what to do by her mother's lover. Her father (well, actually, her step-father) was a nice guy who had inherited her as a dependent by virtue of being with her mother. He just had different ideas on raising children, particularly a teen daughter, than her mother did.

As far as Esther could tell, her mother's idea of raising children was to just let them do whatever they wanted to do as long as it did not interfere with her doing whatever she wanted to do, which was to go to club a lot and avoid making any decisions.

Stanley's ideas of raising children seemed to include a lot of restrictions, rules and disapproving of the friends Esther chose to hang out with.

Esther knew he meant well but she had a wild streak in her that probably came from her mother. So overall, although she liked him most of the time, she did not like him much when he laid on the discipline.

His discipline usually involved sending her to her room and not allowing her to go out, although once he completely lost his temper, threw her over his knee and gave her three quick slaps across her bum.

Although she was wearing jeans at the time, it stung like the dickens and once, after smoking some marijuana she and her friends managed to buy, she had imagined Stanley spanking her in her school uniform skirt.



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Esther was a spoilt child. She was an eighteen-year old well-nourished spoilt child, but a spoilt child all the same. She did not really mean to be a spoilt child, but she really disliked being told what to do.

She particularly disliked being told what to do by her mother's lover. Her father (well, actually, her step-father) was a nice guy who had inherited her as a dependent by virtue of being with her mother. He just had different ideas on raising children, particularly a teen daughter, than her mother did.

As far as Esther could tell, her mother's idea of raising children was to just let them do whatever they wanted to do as long as it did not interfere with her doing whatever she wanted to do, which was to go to club a lot and avoid making any decisions.

Stanley's ideas of raising children seemed to include a lot of restrictions, rules and disapproving of the friends Esther chose to hang out with.

Esther knew he meant well but she had a wild streak in her that probably came from her mother. So overall, although she liked him most of the time, she did not like him much when he laid on the discipline.

His discipline usually involved sending her to her room and not allowing her to go out, although once he completely lost his temper, threw her over his knee and gave her three quick slaps across her bum.

Although she was wearing jeans at the time, it stung like the dickens and once, after smoking some marijuana she and her friends managed to buy, she had imagined Stanley spanking her in her school uniform skirt.



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Nice one.