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By (user no longer on site) OP
over a year ago
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When I got to Michelle and her Mistress Lynn, they were talking to Lisa, who they knew. Lisa was Helene's lesbian lover, and she knew that Michelle was bi, and Lynn was lesbian.
Michelle smiled as I came up to them.
"That was a wonderful ceremony, Phil," Michelle said.
"Yes, it was, and Lisa arranged it."
"Well, not just me," replied Lisa.
"Well Lisa, you did a great job," Michelle said before adding, "Mistress may I be excused to go with Phil, please?"
"Yes, you may."
Michelle rose and took my hand, and we left Lisa and Lynn to do whatever they wanted to do.
Michelle looked stunning, and that wasn't just her shaved head. She was wearing a black leather studded bra and a micro black leather skirt that barely covered her pussy when she was standing. She also wore black thigh-high boots. Anyone looking at her would think she was a whore.
"So, Michelle, do you have any new 'decorations' for me to see?" I was referring to piercings and tattoos.
"Maybe. You will have to find out."
We went through to the lounge. I wasn't bothered about complete privacy, and I knew Michelle wouldn't be either. We stopped at a sofa that would be large enough for us to lie on, in due course. We kissed each other. It wasn't a loving kiss; it was an attack on each other's mouths, but it was what we both wanted.
I unhooked her bra and threw it aside. I looked down, and both nipples were now pierced and had bars through them.
I bent down and sucked on them both, briefly. I could already see her pierced navel. I got down on my knees and lifted her skirt. Where her knicker line would be, if she had been wearing any, there was a tattoo, Chinese writing.
"What does it say?"
"It is Chinese for 'slut'."
"Perfect."
"Lynn wanted to it to say slut in English, but she thought it might be a bit too much."
"I see another piercing too. Is it your clit hood?"
"No. Look closer; it is my clit!"
"Oh, yes. Wow, that must have hurt."
"Yes, it did, but it was wonderful."
I looked closer at the ring in her clit. Hanging from it was a mini penis, only about a centimetre big. "Wow, that looks fantastic."
"I'm glad you like it."
I gave it a quick lick.
"So, you like the pain then?"
"I absolutely love it. I love any pain Mistress Lynn makes me take. Most days she punishes me, either with her hand, a paddle, whip or cane. Some days I deliberately do things wrong to get more punishment."
"Wow. Do you still get cock or has Lynn turned you into a lesbian yet?"
"Not yet, and she won't. She gives me more love than anyone else ever has done, but I still need cock. Now stop talking, and give me yours. I have missed it."
With that, Michelle stood and turned to face me and then sat on my lap. She took hold of my cock, which stood erect between us and wanked it. After a few strokes, it was as hard as it will get, and she rose to move forward and lowered herself on to me.
Fucking Michelle again was a delight, and taking her beauty in as we fucked was amazing. We must have made quite a sight, me just married and Michelle, with her shaved head and micro leather skirt and thigh-boots still on.
While Michelle bounced up and down on my cock, she was constantly smiling and looking straight into my eyes. I played with her tits and pulled on her pierced nipples. I still couldn't believe how good she looked with a shaved head.
With her bouncing on me and writhing on my lap, it wasn't long before she came, and continued to cum, but she managed, just about, to speak.
"Cum in me, Phil."
I thrust upwards to meet her downward movements, and after three such thrusts, I came inside her.
"Yes, yes, yes," she called out, "I love it, Phil."
As I recovered from my orgasm, I could feel my cum leaking from Michelle down my cock and onto my balls.
I looked her straight in the eyes, "It's always a delight to fuck you, Michelle."
"Good. I feel the same about you."
My hands had been resting on her waist, but I raised them then and caressed her bald head.
"God, you are gorgeous shaved. I think you should keep it like that."
"Thank you. I might well do."
My cock was still inside her but shrinking, and more spunk was dribbling out.
We kissed. It was a long, leisurely kiss, with tongues. It was a lovers kiss.
Once we broke, I wanted to know more about her lifestyle with Lynn.
"So do you get much cock?"
"I could do with more!" she laughed and carried on, "Lynn gives me all the love I need, and the sex we have is fantastic, but I do still love cock, and she knows that. At least once a week, she whores me out."
"For money?"
"Yes, that is how she earns our living. I love being sold for money. I get so turned on knowing I am getting paid for sex. Then, whenever she takes me for a new tattoo or piercing the man at the Parlour is allowed to use me, for free. He is good. He is built like a rugby player, big muscles and big cock, and gives me loads of spunk. A couple of times, I have spent the night with him, and he shags me senseless. What turns me on most is when he fucks me he tells me he wants to 'breed me', and that makes me cum hard."
"Would you like him to breed you?"
"Not particularly, but the thought of it turns me on, but ultimately it is Lynn's decision. If she wants him to breed me, then it will happen."
"Wow."
"Do you know what though Phil, if Lynn wants me to be bred I would rather it be with you!"
"Really? Wow. Helene and I have decided not to have children, but if I change my mind, I will let you know!"
"Please do. If Lynn will allow it, I would be honoured to have your baby."
We kissed again.
"Would you mind now if I went to find Helene? I would love to have sex with her again."
"No, of course not, feel free, but do you need to ask Lynn first?
"I should do, but I will take a gamble. It just means that if she finds out, I will get another whipping!" with that comment, Michelle gave me a wink.
I laughed.
She dismounted me with my cum still running down her thighs into her boots, and we walked back outside hand in hand to find Helene.
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what a great marriage
