Amber's 18th Birthday (sample)

Summary: Amber is a hot little eighteen-year-old who is finally getting everything she ever wanted - to be completely dominated by her mother’s master.

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“Amber, come downstairs. He’s here!” her mother called up the hardwood stairs to her daughter. Jill was in her early thirties, had clear brown skin, ample breasts that strained against the sheer fabric of her shirt, and a round ass that could still grip a cock as tightly as any twenty-year old’s.

Amber quickly ripped off her clothes until she was wearing nothing but a tiny pale-blue string t-shirt that only just barely covered her pert tits and white and blue striped boxer-briefs that clung to her newly eighteen-year-old ass like a thin layer of paint. Her dark hair was pulled back into a tight ponytail with a little blue hair-tie.

Her mother had always told her that no man could resist the charms of a woman from India. The slavish devotion the boys in her high school showed her over the last few years seemed to tell her it was true. Her mother had also begun to tell her of one man that was more than just a man.

“Oh my God! I finally get to, to, to-” Amber shouted as she bounced down the stairs to meet the man she’d been waiting for all day.

When she reached the second to last step she jumped to him, wrapped her thin legs around his waist, her willowy arms around his neck, and kissed him deeply. Her tongue explored his mouth, slowly at first, but then deeper and more desperately.

Jill dropped to her knees and unzipped his pants. She pulled his hardening cock free, licked the tip, then drew her tongue up and down the shaft, before taking the head into her mouth and sucking like it was the last cock she’d ever have. She worked the shaft with one hand, pumping in rhythm with her plump lips on his cock-head. The other hand worked his balls, slowly stroking and twirling them.

He pulled back on Amber’s ponytail sending a burst of pain burning through her scalp. She wasn’t sure if the tiny guttural sound she made was from the pain or from having his kiss taken away. His cold blue eyes looked into her hazel eyes and seemed to strip away everything except her desire to serve him.

“Have you been with any other men?” he asked.

“No. I- I’ve had a few boyfriends, but I only made out with them and gave them hand jobs,” she said and then looked down. She could see her mother’s head beneath her ass, bobbing up and down on his cock as they talked, and hoped that she would be as useful.

“That’s good. It’s fine that you’ve stroked off a few cocks,” he reassured her.

“Thank you,” she said as she leaned forward and began kissing his neck.

“Jill, that’s enough for now,” he said as he reached down, grabbed her hair, pulled her from his meaty cock, and tossed her to the side.

He carried Amber to the plush blue couch in the living room. She could feel the tip of his cock digging into her cunt as they walked and ground slowly against it. All the while he kept her pierced on his cold blue eyes. He sat down on the soft cushions with her straddling him. The purple head of his cock pressed into her belly button and she felt the cool, sticky, wetness of his pre-cum trickle down her tight belly.

Jill followed them on her hands and knees. As she made her way, she stripped away piece after piece of clothing, until she was dressed in nothing more than a small metal chain with a lock around her waist. She knelt to the side of the couch and closed her eyes as if waiting for his orders.

“Are these your favorite panties?” he asked. He hooked his thumbs in either side and stretched them a little.

“Yes. I wore them to impress you,” she said.

He smiled and then pulled hard on either side of the tiny boxer briefs. Amber felt the thin fabric give way, the rush of cool air hitting her asshole and cunt, and the slight sting of the elastic snapping against her hips. He pulled the remnants of the sheer fabric from between them and rolled the panties into a tiny ball which he squeezed gently in his left hand before tossing it away. The heat of his hard cock seemed to burn her now naked, aching cunt and sent a fire spreading through her spine.

“You didn’t like them?” she asked.

“I loved them, but I want you to understand that I am your only favorite thing. Your clothes, your makeup, your body - exist to serve me. Do you understand?” he asked.

“Yes. Yes, I’ll serve you. Anything you want,” she said and started grinding her sopping cunt up and down his shaft.

“Good,” he said.

He lifted her hips for a moment and then lowered her dripping cunt onto his vein ribbed cock. She let out a slow moan as she sank down and then began rotating her hips hard and slow. His cock was so much better than all the dildos and vibrators she’d practiced with, so hot, with such soft skin while still being rock hard.

“I see you’ve been practicing, that’s good,” he said.

He let her ride his amazing cock for what seemed like hours. She’d never felt anything like having his meat piercing her. A wave seemed to grow from deep in her groin and then she felt her entire body seize, her cunt locked tight on his cock, her toes curled, and her voice echoed off the living-room walls.

“You’ve enjoyed yourself,” he said.

“Oh, yes, oh God, yes,” she said as she fell forward and wrapped her arms around his neck, pressing her pert little tits against his chest.

“I let you have my cock in your cunt tonight so that you’ll know what you’re leaving behind. After tonight you will never be fucked in this hot little pussy again,” he whispered into her ear.

“Never?” she asked.

“Never,” he said. He reached around to her ponytail and pulled her back to stare into her eyes again.

“If that’s what you want, then that’s what I want,” she said.

“Good. Now, I’m going to give you one last treat,” he said.

He stood up with her still wrapped around his waist, his hard cock buried deep in her dripping cunt, then swung her towards the couch and laid her down. He pulled back and then drove into her, sending the couch back a few inches, then again and again until the couch was backed up against the wall. She felt another orgasm growing, this one faster, and sharper, until it burst from her body in screams and moans. A few moments later he pressed his cock hard into her aching cunt and she felt it spasm deep, sending something hot and wonderful to fill her.

He sat down on the couch next to her and looked down on her writhing, panting, mess of a body.

“That was the only time you will ever be allowed to have my cum in your little cunt.”

“Thank you,” she rasped as she slid off the couch and then turned to face him.

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