While focusing on their short strides, as their large
swaying breasts challenged their balance with each step, they spotted an old
military style helicopter some 30-yards away.
Slowly moving toward the waiting craft, they could see the pilot sitting
at the controls and adjusting switches in preparation for departure. Unable to ignore the incredible fullness in
their aching globes as they stared at the chopper’s side door, the finality of
their enslavement as milkers was becoming all too real.
Arriving at the aircraft, one of the keepers reached out
for the handle on the door and opened it.
Sliding open and coming to a stop with a thud; what they spotted inside
the aircraft stunned them. Taken aback
by what they saw… their wide eyes were staring at a familiar figure!
It was Shahreen… already inside the chopper and affixed
to one of the jump seats directly before them.
Naked, collared, bound, and gagged just as they were, Carrie and Kara
weren’t sure what to make of this.
Shahreen’s wild green eyes were darting frantically between Carrie and
Kara as she panted heavily through her flaring nostrils.
Glancing down at Shahreen’s
exceptionally large and swollen breasts, which were straining against the
arm-binder’s brown leather straps that encircled them, it was obvious that the
adorable young woman was also in big trouble.
Twisting anxiously against her tight bonds, the beautiful 21-yr. old
Talistaun woman was clearly an unwilling passenger.
Adorned with her smooth, flawless caramel colored skin
and sexy figure, she was clearly very upset, and for good reason. There was no mistaking the effects of the
hormone on the lovely young woman’s large, swollen breasts and extended dark
“We’ll be arriving at our destination soon. Once we land at the Ranch, the three of you
will be immediately delivered to the milking barn. It’s a brand-new facility, so you three will
be part of the inaugural group of twenty currently assigned to it.”
Again taking a moment to caress Carrie’s soft hair, she
continued, “You inaugural milkers will be the first to experience the upgraded
milking machines. I believe you’ll find
the new and improved nipple stimulators and milk collectors a very, ahhhhhh,
let’s say, intriguing experience…”
Gently caressing Carrie’s inner thigh now, the keeper
went on, “Can you smell that…”
Taking a long deep breath, the keeper continued, “Mmmmmm,
the scent of a woman’s excitement; it’s a scent that can’t be artificially
created. Can you smell it, sweetie?”
Unfortunately, she could… and so could Kara and Shahreen. The combined scent of the three of them was
unmistakable in the relatively small cabin.
“Come on now, sweetie; don’t tell me you can’t smell that
Realizing an answer was expected; Carrie sobbed slightly
as she nodded her head in agreement.
“And what about you two; can you smell your own alluring
Meekly nodding their heads in agreement too, Kara and
Shahreen were still too dazed by all that was happening to them to be overly
concerned with the scent of their highly stimulated pussies.
“Good… because it will soon become a very familiar and
regular experience for you milkers. You
see, the Talistaun have discovered that when a woman is kept sexually
stimulated for at least 10-hours during her milk regeneration cycle, and kept in a near state of climax while being
milked, she will produce 20% more milk on average.”
Appearing confused as they attempted to make sense of
what they just heard, the keeper chimed in again. “It’s really quite simple,
milkers… we keep you very horny, then we make you want to orgasm on the
machines, and production rises. Higher
production means higher revenue for the Sultan; and the Sultan loves revenue!”
“Milkers, your chariots await!” exclaimed the lead
As their eyes adjusted, Carrie, Kara and Shahreen
couldn’t believe what they were seeing about 20-yards away. Lined up in a straight line on the hardscape
path that led to a Ranch in the distance, there were three, two wheeled, carts
or buggies, like those typically pulled by horses. However, these two-passenger carts were
affixed to people… people who were made-up to look and perform like ponies or
Each single axel cart was equipped with two pony-slaves
affixed between the cart’s long handles.
Lined up one before the other, the lead slaves were female while the
larger muscular male slaves stood right behind them. Adorned with elaborate bit and bridle sets
with long leather reins draping from the rings on their bits, the human ponies
were also decorated with flowing manes of colorful feathers from atop their
heads. Encased in tall collars and leather
body harnesses that ensured their most intimate assets were on full display,
their remarkable bodies were glistening under the afternoon’s hot glaring
Wearing black leather boots that were laced tightly
around their feet and ankles… it was obvious that the sturdy footwear were no
ordinary boots. While the women’s boots
had wide, 2-inch tall heels, the men’s boots had 1-inch tall heels. What the milkers’ didn’t understand yet was
that the wide sturdy soles on the boots were actually shaped like horseshoes. Under the heels and beneath the toes of the
boots, the hard rubber horseshoe shaped soles allowed for superior grip in
gassy or sandy surfaces, while also helping them to sound like actual clopping
horses as they walked.
Still stunned and oddly mesmerized by the sight of the
pony-slaves with their wrist cuffs and body harnesses affixed to the cart’s long
handles as they stood ready to pull; Carrie, Kara and Shahreen soon spotted the
long matching tails that seemed to flow from their backsides. With their ass cheeks fully exposed, it was
obvious from their awkward looking stances that the long tails were inserted
into their assholes. Dangling freely
from u-shaped anal plug devices, the flowing tails looked unexpectedly
realistic as they hung over below their firm rounded asses. But it was the sight of the nipple rings with
small dangling bells on the pony-slaves, except for the one female slave who
was leading the front cart, which made them quiver. With five out of the six pony-slaves equipped
with bells dangling freely from nipple rings, it was evident how meticulously
the pony-slaves had been prepared for their service at the Ranch.
Whether it was the women’s smooth naked pussies and
impressive jutting tits with their plump erect nipples pointing the way, or the
men’s tightly cinched and swollen manhoods in full view, the pony-slaves’
humiliating subjugations were absolute.
Nevertheless, it didn’t take long for Carrie’s attention
to be focused on the first cart in line.
To her utter disbelief, she recognized the two pony-slaves attached to
the cart, and the naked man holding their reins… Standing in front of the first transport cart
was Gloria, followed by Joseph! But it
was the figure holding their reins that made her heart pound wildly in her
chest. With her knees beginning to grow
weak as her ankles wobbled atop her high heels, she was horrified to see it was
her husband, Ken!
Within seconds, she heard Kara beginning to whimper and
moan into her ball-gag. It quickly
became evident that Kara had also spotted her own father holding Gloria’s and
Joseph’s reins. Clad in only his tall
collar, leather wristbands, ankle cuffs and moccasins, Ken stood before the
women in all his glory with nothing left to the imagination. Showing the full effects of his many weeks
of hard labor, training, rigorous exercise and strict diet, they might not have
recognized him if his face had been covered.
Carrie had never seen Ken in such remarkable physical
shape. From his broad firm shoulders to his muscular legs, his sculpted and
tanned body was a spectacular sight.
With his impressively large manhood projecting outward from beneath his
flat and muscle-ribbed stomach, he looked like a model. His cock and balls were cinched snugly in a
black rawhide cord, with the two long ends pulled up and around his manly hips
and tied-off at the small of his back.
Appearing to be a rather common accoutrement for the men, it was a very
effective tool to keep their manhoods enlarged and on display.
Overwhelmed by the shock and then horror of seeing wife
and daughter walking toward him, his wide eyes began to scan their tightly
bound, gagged and harnessed bodies as their unexpectedly large breasts bobbled
about with each step atop their sexy high-heels. Still staring in disbelief, his brain was
struggling to acknowledge what he was seeing.
He had taken part in the delivery of a dozen or so milkers to date, but
the sight of Carrie and Kara was so shocking and demoralizing that he thought
he was going to hurl.
While highly concerned by the realization that his
gorgeous wife was no longer pregnant… he also couldn’t help but marvel at her
amazing figure. Taken aback by her
incredibly fit and sexy appearance, he felt ashamed to be so enamored by the
vision of her cruelly enslaved appearance.
However… it was the sight of his bound and naked daughter that quickly
brought tears to his eyes. Devastated by
the sight of Kara’s young, sexy body encased in the tall white collar, white
leather cuffs, white body harness and large white ball-gag, Ken was shaking his
head in surreal disbelief as the two of them stepped closer.
As the three cruelly bound and harnessed women drew
closer, Ken finally recognized Shahreen as the third slave in tow. Unsure what could have happened to land her
at the Ranch… it was the sudden realization of their collective fates that made
Ken mumble, “No… No… No… please… not them.”
Still shaking his head in disbelief, the look of their
swollen breasts and their long fat nipples was now a familiar sight for
Ken. He immediately recognized the
effects of the milker’s hormone on all three of them! Since the opening of the new milking barn
some three weeks ago, Ken had been responsible for the delivery of several
helpless women to the new facility to serve as milkers for the Sultan. After spending the first several weeks of his
enslavement as a laborer to complete the barn, he found his new role almost merciful. In fact, Ken was finding his role as the
barn’s enslaved caretaker a far more desirable fate than that of most others
incarcerated at the Ranch.
Still dumbfounded by the startling sight of his wife and
daughter, Ken couldn’t help but notice Kara’s wide eyes as they scanned his
body and fully erect manhood.
Unfortunately, Ken understood all the effects of the hormone injections
on the women, and that was beginning to mortify him. Kara was the fourth virgin to arrive at the
barn so far. Just last week, Ken had
received a mother and her twin virgin daughters. He had seen firsthand how the virgins struggled
to adapt to their lactating mammaries while dealing with the intense sexual
fires that tormented them daily.
Unfortunately, he had no reason to believe that Kara would fare any
differently than the others.
Finally arriving within just several feet of Ken, Gloria
and Joseph, the keepers holding Carrie and Kara’s leashes came to a stop, held
them out for Ken to take and paused before saying, “Come on slave, what are you
waiting for! You know your job! Assist these lovely milkers onto their cart.”
“Y-Yes M-Ma’am,” Ken responded as he took hold of
Carrie’s and Kara’s leashes.
Wide-eyed and emotionally numb, he gently pulled the
whimpering milkers closer to the cart.
Next, he reached for a stool inside the cart and then placed it on the
ground alongside it.
Taking Carrie by her arm-binder now, he spoke softly,
“Carrie, sweetie, use the stool to step into the cart. Take your t-time, and I’ll help you.”
Watching as Carrie struggled to obey; he could now see
the full extent of her anxiety. After carefully
steadying her on the stool, he gently prompted her to step into the cart and
onto the bench seat on the mostly open-air cart.
“Now, you need to slide over some, sweetie… Kara needs
room t-too,” he quipped with a broken voice.
From the cart, Carrie could hear Joseph’s bells ringing
gently as he and Gloria adjusted their stances to account for her shifting
weight on the seat.
Next, he turned to prompt Kara onto the cart. Seeing the wild look of disbelief in the
teenager’s eyes, Ken did his best to maintain his composure as he continued
with his duties. Carefully prompting his
daughter by her leash toward the stool, he quipped very softly, “Sweetie, use
the stool… I won’t let you fall.”
With her eyes darting about to take in all the
mind-numbing sights around her, she was puzzled by the way she found Gloria and
Joseph’s situation strangely intriguing.
She had been in the courtroom when the Magistrate read their humiliating
sentences aloud, but until that moment she had no idea how magnificently they
would be made-up and exhibited in their service as pony-slaves.
Once Kara had both of her feet on the stool, Ken grasped
her by the waist and said, “That’s good, baby.
Now step in and sit next to your mother.”
Again, the buggy began to sway as Kara sat on the seat
and slid into place. Once Gloria and
Joseph adjusted to the shifting weight on the cart’s seat behind them, the
single axel buggy steadied once again.
With the girls’ keepers standing close by as they watched
him perform his duties, Ken then stepped behind the cart to perform his next
task. It was his responsibility to
secure the milkers to the buggy, so that they would not fall out if the pony-slaves
were to trip or stumble while in route.
The milkers were considered precious cargo and needed to be safeguarded.
Standing directly behind Carrie, he leaned in close to
her and said, “Honey, you need to lean back further for me. I-I need to secure your collar to the bar
behind you… just in case the pony-slaves have an incident.”
Beginning to pant through her nostrils as she reluctantly
pressed her bound arms even tighter against the buggy’s backrest, she felt Ken
slip a finger into a D-ring on the back of her collar. Next, she heard him whimper into her ear,
“I’m sorry, sweetie. I-I’m so sorry,” as
he pulled gently on her collar in order to attach the bar’s waiting clasp to
Gasping as her neck and head were pulled back firmly by
her collar, her harnessed jutting breasts projected up and out even further as
she rolled back. As uncomfortable as she
might have felt on the seat now, it was the thought of the impending ride that
caused her the most concern. She could
only imagine what the bumpy ride was going to feel like on their harnessed and
Running his hand along each side of Carrie’s head and
through her soft brown hair, he again spoke very softly, “I-I don’t have a-a
choice, honey, I don’t.”
Realizing Ken was about to slide over to Kara, she turned
her head the best she could to look over to the teenager, only to find her
staring back at her in stunned disbelief.
It was obvious by the look in Kara’s eyes that she could see her
mother’s discomfort… not only by the way her body was pinned back within the
buggy, but by the way her sensitive swollen breasts were currently displayed.
From her helpless position, Carrie watched as Ken gently
pushed Kara’s head around so that she was facing forward. Next, she heard Ken say, “Relax baby… D-Don’t
fight it when I-I pull your h-head back.”
Sitting helplessly, she watched Kara’s head being pulled
back as her bound arms pressed tightly against the seat’s back. And in exactly the same way as her own,
Kara’s large harnessed globes rose upward too.
“P-Please… just r-relax for me, s-sweetie. N-Not much more,” he whimpered as he pulled
on Kara’s forehead just a bit further, until he was able to attach the waiting
clasp to the ring on the back of her collar.
Hearing some commotion and moaning behind them, Carrie
and Kara assumed Shahreen was also being affixed to her cart, just like they
were to theirs.
“Slave,” one of the keepers called out, “we don’t want
these milkers’ tits dripping onto the buggy’s upholstered seat. Do you think you should put the clothespins
on their nipples for the ride to the barn?”
Hearing that comment by the keeper, Carrie and Kara both
began to react rather viscerally.
Groaning and whimpering as they strained against their collars, it was
obvious how they felt about having clothespins placed on their overly sensitive
and weeping nipples.
Shaking his head vehemently, Ken began to plead, “No… No…
No, please… Th-they’re not dripping, M-Ma’am.
They w-won’t mess up the buggy, Ma’am.”
Moving closer to inspect Carrie’s and Kara’s long fat
nipples, the keeper reached out to Kara’s right breast, slipped a fingertip
across her erect nipple to collect the tiny droplets that clung to her nub, and
said, “Well… I suppose they’ll be okay,” as she licked the small amount of
sweet nectar from her fingertip.
Almost immediately after that, they heard one of the
other keepers call out, “Slave… over here!
This one definitely requires the clothespins. She already has two puddles forming.”
Taking full advantage of the opportunity to move away
from his wife and daughter, Ken quickly stepped back to the next cart in line.
Holding out her hand with a pair of rubber tipped
clothespins in her palm, the keeper said, “Here slave, I think you’re looking
“Thank you, Ma’am.
I can take it from here.”
Almost immediately, Shahreen begin to panic. Jerking wildly at her collar that was affixed
to the bar behind her head, she was attempting to plead with Ken from behind
Listening to all the commotion behind them, Carrie and
Kara sat quietly as they heard Shahreen’s garbled protests suddenly turn to a
steady squeal. At that moment, Carrie
and Kara knew that Ken had just placed the clothespins on Shahreen’s long, rich
brown, dripping nipples.
Snorting through her nose now, Shahreen’s wild eyes were
focused on the cruel clothespins clamped tightly onto her buds.
“Slave, prepare to bring us to the milking barn!” called
out one of the keepers.
“Yes, Ma’am,” he replied as he made his way back to the
lead buggy, where Gloria and Joseph appeared ready to go.
Once one of the keepers joined Shahreen in her cart, the
other two climbed into the third cart together as the keeper called out, “Let’s
Taking a moment to scan his beautiful naked wife and
daughter who sat uncomfortably bound, gagged and readied as indentured milkers,
Ken took hold of Gloria’s and Joseph’s reins, turned to lead them down the path
and called out, “Giddy-up pony-slaves, let’s go!”
(Later, inside the barn)
“Did you not hear your marching orders, Milker? Start licking her pussy!”
Realizing she had no choice but to comply, Shahreen’s resistance
was light as the keeper pushed her face forward a bit more. As her face got closer to Carrie’s sex, the
heat and scent of her excited womanhood was immediately evident. Starting to accept the inevitable, Shahreen
reluctantly opened her mouth and extended her tongue as her lips made contact
with Carrie’s moist slit.
Captivated by the sight of Shahreen’s head between her
legs, the vision was both troubling and exhilarating for Carrie. Having learned to accept the oral attentions
of another woman while at the breeding barn; it wasn’t at all difficult for
Carrie to welcome the pleasure she was about to receive. And when she felt Shahreen’s soft tongue slip
deeper between her lips, she groaned blissfully in response.
That’s it sweetie… Ohh yeah… use
that tongue… Find my c-clit, find it…”
With her stomach doing flips, Shahreen knew exactly where
Carrie’s clit would be hiding. Ready to
do whatever it took to get her task over with as quickly as possible, she
pressed her mouth tighter to Carrie’s sex and quickly found her erect climax
Gasping and shivering in response to Shahreen’s probing
tongue, Carrie’s eyes shifted back to her husband and Gloria. That’s when she spotted Ken rhythmically
slipping his cock in-and-out of Gloria’s mouth while staring back at her and
the back of Shahreen’s head. Caught up
together in the shocking sight of each other’s apparent pleasure, it was a
surreal experience of mutual gratification for the married couple. In the most bizarre and inconceivable way
possible, the captive couple felt as if they were once again being intimate
together, even if it was by proxy.
At the expense of the two slaves servicing their impetuous
lust, Ken and Carrie were rapidly ascending to a state of sexual euphoria. Seeing a look of intensity in Ken’s eye’s
like she hadn’t seen since they lived free, she wasn’t surprised when she saw
Ken withdraw his raging cock from Gloria’s mouth and quickly make his way
behind the tightly bound pony-slave bent over the rail.
Adjusting to the sudden vacancy in her throat, Gloria
began to plead, “Ohhh yeah…. Ohhh please… fuck me, please fuck me!”
From her advantageous angle, Carrie watched her husband –
with his arms still fastened behind his back – position himself behind Gloria
and begin to poke at her vulnerable backside until the tip of his impressive
spear found its target. Intently
watching Ken, with his head down and shifting about to get the perfect angle of
attack, Carrie felt an unexpected sense of joy for her husband when she saw him
part Gloria’s labia lips with his crown and slowly enter her womanly entrance.
While no longer able to see Ken’s face, she did have a
perfect view of his firm ass and ribbed cock as it made its way into
Gloria. Seemingly fascinated by the way
Ken’s bound arms strained against his cuffs as he pressed forward, her own
sexual excitement continued to build as she watched him slide his nerve-rich
man-pole deeper and deeper into the helpless pony-slave.
“Ohhhhhh my god,” escaped in a gasp from Carrie as she
saw his flat pelvis come to rest against Gloria’s ass cheeks.
And when she saw Ken begin to pump his pleasure shaft
in-and-out of Gloria’s womanly entrance, Carrie rocked her hips forward,
exhaled sharply and whimpered, “Suck my clit, suck on it, pleeeease!”
Attempting to grind her pussy onto Shahreen’s mouth,
Carrie nearly came unglued when Shahreen fully surrendered to her humiliating assignment
and found her aching clit.
Finally able to get past the fact that she was orally
pleasuring her boyfriend’s mother… she pulled Carrie’s hard clit into her mouth
with her firm tongue and began to suck and massage the excited woman’s
sensitive orgasm tool. Feeling her own
libido flaming to life, Shahreen was overcome with the apparent success of her
task. Confounded by how enticing and
oddly sensual she found the taste of Carrie’s feminine juices, she was
dumbfounded by the sense of pride she was feeling in her success as it washed
over her own tingling body.
No longer able to see his wife who was behind him now,
the mental image of Shahreen on her knees between Carrie’s spread legs was very
powerful. That, and the faint sounds of
her moaning cries of pleasure in the distance, Ken could feel his own lust
elevate a couple of notches. Knowing how
difficult the Talistaun’s chemical concoctions made it for any of the slaves to
actually cum, he hoped the vision of his beautiful wife’s surrender to
Shahreen’s lesbian advances would give him the extra incentive he needed.
Nearly panting now as she rocked her pelvis up-and-down
over Shahreen’s mouth, Carrie could feel herself slowly approaching her boiling
point as she saw Ken getting more and more worked up. Watching him thrust his hard cock in-and-out
of Gloria with greater force and speed was becoming overwhelming. He had broken into a light sweat as his
entire body strained to fuck the helpless woman bent over the rail. Fixated on her husband’s muscular frame as he
pounded away at Gloria, Carrie was so turned on that she thought she was going
to lose her mind.
With Ken and Carrie now stalled at the very edge of
sexual release, their desperation was becoming more and more evident. Understanding the cruel effects of the
Talistaun’s torturous hormones that they received upon their captures, Ken was
doing his best to visualize Carrie and Shahreen as he looked down over Gloria’s
bound and glistening body. It was the
perfect storm of stimuli… if only he could harness it!
Feeling Ken’s cock pulsating wildly inside her, Gloria
could tell he was close. Finding herself
similarly frustrated, she desperately wanted to feel his cock explode in her
tight canal. She knew it would take the
explosive release of his slippery semen to take her over the edge. To feel her clit gliding over his throbbing
shaft was incredibly intense, but that alone wasn’t enough…
Sensing Ken’s imminent release, Gloria called out,
“F-Fuck me, Ken… Fuck m-me harder!”
Hearing Gloria begging for his cock while his wife looked
on, Ken was about to reach the final ecstasy of release. His entire body then appeared to contract in
a big cramp as his lungs froze. Looking
as if his head was about to explode, Ken’s cock finally erupted as he screamed,
“FUUUUCK, I’mmmmmm cuuuuuuuming!”
Suddenly feeling Ken’s pulsating cock expel its thick hot
prize, Gloria’s bound and taut body began to quake and
groan loudly as she too finally succumbed to her lust.
“Ohhh-my-god, YES… Ohh-my-god,” escaped from Gloria’s convulsing body as she
and Ken climaxed simultaneously in an experience more intense than at any other
time at the barn.
Mesmerized by the sight of Ken injecting his last few
salvos of seed into Gloria, Carrie wanted to cum so badly herself, but she just
couldn’t quite do it. Frustrated by her
inability to climax as Shahreen continued to work dutifully between her legs,
Carrie began to whimper with disappointment when she saw Ken withdraw his cum
streaked cock from Gloria’s womb.
Still gazing across to his wife through the bars of his
cell, Ken became uneasy when he saw the keeper lead Carrie to an opening in the
rails that separated the track from the resting bunks. Watching in dismay as the keeper pulled
Carrie toward his cell; Ken feared the worst.
He knew the depths of the Talistaun’s cruelty, and that made him
extremely anxious as Carrie stepped closer.
Standing right outside the cell now, Ken’s fears were
realized when the keeper opened the cell’s door and brought Carrie inside. Unsure what to do, Ken stood awkwardly quiet
as he absorbed the close-up view of his beautiful, bound and naked wife. Mesmerized by the sight of her harnessed
breasts refilling with her milk, he couldn’t stop staring excitedly at her sexy
Next, the keeper prompted Carrie to her knees between Ken
and Gloria… still bent over the rail.
Quite anxious herself, Carrie’s wide eyes were darting between Ken’s cum
soaked cock and the cream oozing from Gloria’s pussy.
Next, the keeper leaned over and whispered into Carrie’s
Obviously disturbed by what she was hearing; Carrie was
shaking her head in objection as she listened. Wide-eyed and clearly traumatized when the
keeper was finished, Carrie looked up at her and whimpered, “No, No, please,
Ma’am. I-I d-don’t want to…”
Smirking, the keeper responded, “Hmmm, I suppose I can
understand that… Perhaps your daughter
can be convinced to do it instead. I can
be very convincing, you know!”
“Oh god NO,” Carrie gasped. “I-I’ll do it, I-I will. Just give me a moment, Ma’am.”
With a wicked chuckle, the keeper replied, “Very
well... You have 5-seconds!”
Shaken by what he was seeing and hearing, Ken had a
pretty good idea what the keeper wanted from Carrie. He knew the Talistaun’s cruelty had no
Collecting herself, Carrie took a deep breath and said,
“P-pony-slave… may I p-please lick my husband’s c-cum from your p-pussy?”
Suddenly feeling the keeper’s hand softly caressing her
ass cheeks as her manicured fingernail began to gently scrape across her
sphincter, Gloria heard her call out, “Do you have something to say to your
Still reeling from her intense encounter with Ken, Gloria
also understood the depravity of the Talistaun’s mind games. Pausing for a brief moment, she lifted her
head as much as she could in the position she was in and responded to Carrie,
“Yes, yes you may.”
“Well, you have your answer, Milker. I suggest you get busy!”
After glancing into Ken’s eyes once again, she then
turned toward Gloria’s exposed backside and shuffled forward on her knees. Incredibly uncomfortable with what she was
about to do, she was also fully committed to protecting her daughter from such
degradation. Desperately hoping that
Kara wasn’t watching her, she positioned herself directly behind Gloria. Only inches away now, the smell was
striking. It was an oddly alluring
mixture of the woman’s raw sexual excitement and her husband’s spunky cum.
Staring directly at the remnants of Ken’s cum clinging
between Gloria’s labia lips, she leaned in close, opened her mouth, extended
her tongue and slipped it through Gloria’s coated lips. Still warm and sticky, she was taken aback by
how much of Ken’s salty jism she was able to pull into her mouth with one swipe
of her tongue. Forced to swallow the
first load of man-seed pooled in her mouth, she swallowed twice before going
back for more.