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Owning My Friend's Mom: EP18

"Please, Ma'am, may | cum?" Mrs. C. begged of her tormentor.

"Yesss.... cum for me, you Whore," Sara hissed between thrusts as she grew near to her own orgasm.

With that, Mrs. C. let out a mighty shriek, as her body began to convulse and shake beneath the weight of Sara.

Her eyes had rolled into the back of her head, and her mouth hung open, as she bucked and thrashed, while the

waves of pain/pleasure rolled over her.

All of the thrashing around was enough to also push Sara over the edge, as she cin an explosive climax. As

Sara shuddered and shook, all the while buried to the hilt in Mrs. C.'s ass, Greg stopped beating her ass to

marvel at the two women caught in the throes of their own passion. Finally, Sara, almost reluctantly, began to

pull her cock out of Mrs. C.'s ass.

"Take the harness and dildo off, Sara, and lay on your back beside the Whore," Greg ordered, fairly confident she

would do as he instructed. Without hesitation, she did as she was told. Her shaven pussy lips were wet with her

own cum, and her little clit was standing proudly at attention. "Whore, get on your knees and eat her pussy,"

Greg ordered Mrs. C.

When she was in position, with her faces only an inch away from this stranger's pussy, she tentatively stuck out

her tongue and licked up the length of Sara's slit. It was obvious she had never eaten another woman out, before

this. After a slight pause, where she apparently decided that she didn't mind the taste of pussy, she began to lick

and suck on her clit and pussy in earnest. Soon it was Sara's eyes rolling into the back of her head, as she

enjoyed the ministrations of this older submissive woman between her legs. She grabbed hold of a handful of

hair, at the back of Mrs. C.'s head, and began to grind her pussy into her face, all the while driving her on to lick

it harder and deeper.

By this point, Greg had about all he could take and was dying for release himself. So he quickly stepped out of

his clothes, and, with an already hardened cock, knelt behind his slave, took aim at her already abused and

stretched asshole, and drove it hto the hilt on the first thrust.

Mrs. C. was so engrossed in eating out her first pussy, that she was completely unaware of what Greg had

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planned. Her first indication of that plan was when she felt her asshole being invaded by a cock again. She

howled in pain, as Greg drove his dry cock balls deep on the first thrust. This the didn't pause and began

hammering as hard as he could into her.

Sara, never relinquishing her hold on the back of Mrs. C's head, began berating her as she ground her pussy into

her face. "You like that, Whore? Eating my cunt while your master fucks your asshole? Huh? You like having my

cunt juices all over your face? That's it. Keep sucking my clit. Now stick a finger in my ass. Yeah, that's it."

Sara was close to her second orgasm of the day, as her breathing had quickened to an almost panting state, and

Mrs. C. was sucking and licking as quickly as she could. The sights, sounds and sensations proved too much for

both girls and their orgasms seem to overtake them at almost the stime.

Once their thrashing had slowed, Greg asked Sara, "Where do you wantto place my cum, Sara?"

"Cum on my pussy, Sir, and then make your whore lick it up," she replied.

With that, Greg quickly withdrew and scuttled up to Mrs. C.'s head, and, when his cock was less than an inch

from her face, he began spurting a massive load all over Sara's pussy. When he had squeezed the last drop of

cum onto her freshly eaten pussy, Mrs. C. began licking the cum off in long slow strokes of the tongue. Both Sara

and Greg just marveled at the sight before them.

Once Mrs. C. had cleaned the last of the cum from Sara's pussy, she crawled over to Greg, took his cock in her

mouth, and gave it a spit cleaning as well. Once it was also sufficiently clean, Greg stood up and donned his

clothes. Sara took her cue from me, and also dressed at the stime. Meanwhile, Mrs. C. Continued to kneel at

Greg's feet awaiting further instructions.

Crouching down, Greg tried to remove the nipple clamps as gently as he could, but, despite his best efforts, it

elicited a sharp gasp and moan, as each clamp was removed, and the blood rushed back into the engorged and

abused nipple. Stroking her head affectionately, Greg praised Mrs. C. "You did very well today Mrs. C. I'm very

proud of you. You have certainly earned my favor today." She practically beamed at the praise, and had a big

grin on her face. "Now get dressed, gather up the things we are going to buy today, and take them over to the

cash register."

As she got dressed and gathered up the clamps, crop, collar and 3 butt plugs, Greg took a moment to speak with

Sara. "Thank you for helpingout today. You were a great help in the training of my slave."

Sara grinned back at him. "It was my pleasure, Sir." Handing him a scrap of paper with her nand number on

it, she continued "and if you need my help at all with any future training, don't hesitate to givea call.

Anytime," she added suggestively.

"Count on it," was his reply as he headed out the door leaving Mrs. C. to pay for the items.

Once Mrs. C. was back in the car, and they were on their way home, Greg announced the next phase of his plan

to Mrs. C. "I will be moving into your house this weekend. My parents won't care because they are too busy

fighting and findmore of an annoyance or hindrance to their squabbles. They'll be happy to not be burdened

financially withanymore. Especially since neither of them have a job at the moment." He paused then, to

give Mrs. C. tto absorb what he had said.

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as I've known you," he rationalized.

"Any problems with that Mrs. C.?" Greg asked.

"No Sir," she quickly replied.

They drove the rest of the way home

in silence, giving Greg tto

formulate his next step. With hig

recent syccess eopiidiihg Mrs. C,

Fog sUdShY realized what his next

step was going to be. His lifelong

dream was now within his reach - to

finally have Stacey to himself. Little

did Mrs. C. realize that she was going

to help him get her own daughter.