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She reached around him and ran her hands over his cock and balls, pleased to feel an immediate swelling as she gently wrapped her fingers around the shaft. She slowly stroked the hardening penis and cupped her free hand under his balls. She alternated long, slow strokes with gentle rubbing at his most sensitive spots with her fingertips. She continued this treatment as his cock grew longer and harder and she felt his pulse quicken. She carefully monitored the state of his excitement, and soon his breath began to quicken and she felt the first pulses of his impending orgasm. She immediately stopped the stroking and held his shaft firmly at the base as his excitement cooled. The Scullery Maid caressed Thor's chest and arms with her free hand as she controlled his attempts to thrust against her motionless hand by pressing against his buttocks with her belly and thighs. She heard him sigh as he accepted the first denial of his orgasm and relaxed his muscles. "Good boy, good boy," she whispered to him affectionately. "You'll be pouring out buckets when that hourglass runs down, won't you, my big boy?" She rested her head against his hard muscled back and as always, tried to repress a guilty pleasure as the solid warmth of his back and the pulsing of the big hard shaft in her hand combined to wake up her own sexual feelings. She knew none of the other Milk Maids ever admitted to feeling any arousal with their charges, and she never mentioned her feelings to them. She was afraid it was a sick, twisted part of her mind, but she couldn't help the heat and flowing lubrication she was feeling between her legs. She shrugged and, as was her nature, accepted what she couldn't change as best she could. "That's my masturbation boy," she whispered to Thor's unheeding ears, "You're getting me all oral wet, aren't you, bad boy?" She reached under her skirt and dipped her fingers between her sopping pussy lips, bringing them up shiny with clear juices. Playfully she reached around and coated Thor's lips with her lubrication, and giggled as he snorted and licked it all away. The Scullery Maid walked around Thor and checked to make sure the stall door was securely closed, thankful for the privacy it allowed her. "I'm such a BAD girl aren't I, Thor?" she asked him. She could faintly hear the normal sounds coming from across the corridor where Meg was working Prince, and the monotonous slapping sound as Meg furiously stroked Prince's semi-hard cock reassured the Scullery Maid that her privacy was complete. She pulled the hem of her skirt up to her waist and was pleased to see Thor's eyes irresistibly drawn to the clean blonde teen shaven mound below her smooth belly. She stood for a moment, battling in her mind between her guilt and her shameful desires. Then, with a shake of her head, she gave in as she so often did, and climbed onto the sturdy milking table. She stood in front of Thor, and pulling the front of her shirt open, she offered her nipple to his eager mouth. Her head fell back and her eyes closed as his lips and tongue instinctively sucked and licked at the whole of her generous breast, concentrating on her stiff pink nipple. Breaking away from his mouth with an effort, she knelt on the table and abandoned all pretense of normalcy, taking Thor's cock into her mouth, shivering at the delicious wickedness of allowing the animal heat and hardness to penetrate deep past her tongue to the back of her throat. Thor moaned and thrust in and out as deeply as the cross-ties and milking table would allow. Even in the grip of her own wanton passions, the Scullery Maid was aware of her responsibilities, so when she felt Thor's cock swelling against her lips she reached out and stilled his hips with a strong hand. "Whoa, boy, whoa," she crooned to him, as she withdrew her mouth from his cockhead, licking off the glistening saliva she had left there. "Easy, now," she told him. "We have a long way to go before you're ready for milking, old son!" She looked at the hourglass. Almost halfway gone! She sat in front of him on the table and crooned soothing sounds to him as he slowly calmed down. “OOOHHHAAAHHH!” I screamed, bucking my hips back and forth, my inner muscles contracting over and over. She licked, sucked his balls and inner thighs for a bit. your pussy was squeezing me, milking me. just like a woman." Night Eyes’ grin broadened. “So, any plans for today?” I want you to smell like cum for the rest of the day. Alex pressed up behind her and started kissing her neck, reaching one hand up to cup her breast through its covering and reaching the other hand down between her legs. “Good morning, Twain” she said quietly, wide awake “Have you slept well?” From there, I would make contacts. You invited him in sounding a little flustered. Henry sighed. That came later. I knew the steam room as had been in many times but it was a deep room with a lot of steam and it made it difficult to make out where he was. "Come here Little Bit," he said. "Don't talk about it. He told her to get undressed now as from now on she was his. “Oh, god damn babe” I let out at the feeling of my dick touching the back of her mouth. Bianca's jaw glistened with blonde her friend's juices. You have more than enough energy for that.” Then, they both heard a loud moan coming from next door. Whether Smita lightly pressed his hard cock unwittingly, we will never know. You teen smile at me and say, "Oh, oral and by the way, I'll need to see you after class tomorrow too. “Hey, Bound One. big A Tornado pilot. She tried to look away. “Damn, you are good at what you do,” she murmured. If that’s masturbation what she wants, I reasoned to myself. I can see her white tee shirt stretched over rock hard abs as if it’s about to rip at any moment. Hesitantly, she took it and stepped out of the car. Steam had already filled the small space and was pleasantly warm. "Hold on. “I told you I would fuck your brains out!” I heard him growl, It was so hot. But its not really "fucking" I know the difference... This was a mother of four, intensely Christian and conservative in most every way of thinking...except secretly loving nudity! Seeing her enjoying it he slowly started to push his hand deeper between the cracks of her buttocks. "Yes, survival. Stepping off of Cindy – who takes a sigh of relief, Isobel reaches down and slides off her disgusting wet socks, "No! Of course not, why would I?"