Penelope Presents
by yfnsp
Copyright© 2026 by yfnsp
Mind Control Sex Story: He recognized her, the woman at the podium. She was still hot, maybe even more beautiful than twenty years ago. She hadn't changed much. But now he had the means by which to tame that manipulative bitch and bring her to heel. So he does it, he turns a cold bitch into his own docile pet.
Caution: This Mind Control Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa BiSexual Heterosexual Fiction Analingus Cream Pie Masturbation Oral Sex Petting Revenge .
I never attend the Thursday marketing meetings. But we were about to launch a new product line and Mark Barden, my co-founder and COO, wanted to introduce me to the marketing director he had hired for that purpose.
I recognized her immediately. She was setting up her laptop at the podium. From the doorway, far across the room, I knew her. Penny. That’s how she was known in college. Penny Marcial. A beauty we had all desired. A beauty still, though her hair was lighter now and her well tailored jacket effectively masked the generous bounty I knew lay beneath it.
“Jim, this is Penelope Pritzler,” Mark made the introduction, “Jim LaCroix.”
“Hi, Penny,” I said warmly, taking her hand with equal warmth.
“Hello, Jim,” she said demurely, surprising me. She had always been brazenly gregarious.
Mark was surprised too. “Do you know each other?”
“Old school chums, Mark,” I said. “A long time ago,” I added. Then, smiling at Penny, “Time that has been kind to you.”
“Thanks, Jim,” she responded in the mellifluous alto I remembered so well. “You always were a gentleman.”
I was the kind of gentleman who treated women with respect, in and out of bed. And I had bedded Penny. We fucked one time and it was memorable. We were seniors. We had met the year before in Organic Chem.
We talked about the future in the afterglow of a very fine fuck. I was going to pharmacy school. She had accepted a job as a pharmaceutical sales rep. She was ambitious; she was going to be a doctor’s wife. I was fun, but I didn’t rate as marriage material.
After the presentation, I asked her out for a drink. Her presentation was great and I told her so. A media campaign to introduce our line of vitamins, single and multi-vitamin selections in the form of gummies.
My company, OTC - Optimal Therapy Care - had started fifteen years ago manufacturing protein supplements, initially marketed to food companies, then under the OTC brand when we also introduced sports drinks. Penelope had reviewed the exhaustive market analysis before accepting Mark’s offer and agreed that the vitamin products would strengthen the brand’s performance on all three lines.
She actually blushed over her whisky sour when I said, “I was spoiled in college,” in response to her, “Never married?” question. I let her finish her drink and ordered her a second before I probed her. I took it slow. I wanted to know all.
Yes, she had landed her doctor, a rising plastic surgeon.
“I didn’t even have to compromise,” she said. “He was still in his thirties, good looking, and good in bed. We should have been very happy.” She drained her glass. I had already ordered another.
“Well, he was married. I feel bad about that now. But we were happy, for a while, anyway. We had a baby.”
She sipped at her drink, lost in thought.
“What happened?” I prodded.
“Well, I think it started with the boob job. He wanted me to have one. And I was like, No.”
She was clearly still bitter. “No way was I going to fuck up a perfectly perfect set of boobs!”
She was also just a little tipsy. “If I say so myself,” she added, blushing.
“Fucking right!” I chipped in, encouraging. “Best fucking titties I’ve ever had the pleasure of.”
She smiled at me gratefully with a touch of flirt.
“I was not going to go around looking like a a bimbo just to promote his practice. So, after that, things just went downhill. I think he was feeling guilty about his first wife. She worked to put him through school. Plus they had two kids.”
She paused to finish her third drink. “No, thanks,” she said to my offer of another.
“And so then it got nasty. He paid one of the trainers at my gym to hit on me. Okay, I shouldn’t have fucked him, but I was vulnerable. Max and I weren’t sleeping together anymore and this guy, Jared, was sweet, young, and pretty. And hung. So I got nothing in the divorce. Nothing. I even lost the baby.”
Tears were rolling. She had to wipe her nose.
“Listen, Jim, thanks so much for the drinks. I think I’d better be going.” She put her hand on my arm. “Thanks for listening. You always were a good listener.”
It might not come as a surprise to you, dear reader, but I had no sympathy for her whatsoever. Unless wanting to sink your dick deep into her mercenary cunt can be called that. Surely she had researched the company. I was equally certain she had been able to uncover my modest salary. I was plowing the profits into R&D.
~~~~~~*~~
“You wanted to see me?”
Penelope put just her head in my office doorway, as if uncertain about my intentions. It was five o’clock; the staff had almost all gone for the weekend.
“Yeah. Hi. I want to get your input on another product line. It’s still pretty hush-hush, so I thought ... Doesn’t have to be today if you’ve got plans.”
“Oh, that’s okay. Nothing that can’t be changed,” she said, gracing me with her presence. She smiled nicely at me as she parked her luscious ass on my couch and crossed her shapely legs.
I got up to shut the door and, rather than return to my desk, I took the chair that, along with the couch and a coffee table, comprised my informal conversation area.
“Mood gummies,” I said, getting an immediate rise of eyebrows as well as attention.
I proceeded to give her a broad outline of five years of research involving THC, CBD, MTC, and patent-pending proteins that mimic various pheromones. I told her how our vitamin products were an offshoot of the expertise we had developed in producing gummies with pleasing colors and flavors, but that success in the complex chemistry of mood management had been elusive.
I did not tell her about the nearly disastrous human trials that we had successfully covered up. We had produced a thousand delicious purple diamond-shaped gummies that had nearly put two test subjects in the mental hospital. The goal, anxiety reduction, had been met too successfully. Our subjects became so blissfully trusting that they would literally believe anything they were told. Total nonsense, blatant contradictions, it didn’t matter, they remained passively and happily accepting, trusting the tester completely.
If not for the fact that the affects wore off between twenty-four and thirty-six hours, we would have been in very deep doo-doo. Those two days almost killed me and we shut the project down. I had not, however, destroyed the remaining nine hundred ninety-eight pretty purple gummies, as I had promised.
Swearing her to secrecy, I showed Penelope a small bag containing a dozen of the them.
“These are our first success,” I told her. “They produce a calm relaxation by literally soothing away your anxieties. We’re still playing around with names, but my favorite one so far is ‘Chill Pill.’”
Penelope’s interest was clearly piqued. She laughed indulgently at the name I gave them.
“Wow, that could be a total game-changer,” she enthused. “I would totally buy that product. I mean who wouldn’t.” She looked at me. “If it really does what you say.”
“Your welcome to try one,” I said. I held out the bag. “I just wouldn’t take more than one if you’re driving,” I added innocently.
“Thanks!” she said, taking one out of the bag and examining it closely. “Nice! It smells a little like juicy fruit gum.”
She put it in her mouth and sucked it gently.
“It tastes a little like it too, except a little more tart, like a touch of sour apple.”
She sucked a little harder, swallowing its juice along with the saliva produced.
“Mmm, it really is good. Great job on the flavor!”
“I’m glad you like it. It takes a few minutes to take effect. Let me know if you start feeling more relaxed.”
I watched her as she finished it, chewing the last of it when it had become small.
“So, tell me, how are you adapting to the job? It’s been two weeks, right?” I asked, to pass the time.
“It’s been great, so far. Everyone has been great, very welcoming, super helpful. You’ve built a really good organization here, Jim. You should be proud.”
“Well, that’s really Mark’s doing. My focus is mainly R&D.”
“Still you’ve got to be proud of what you’ve accomplished.”
“Oh, I am. What about you? Are you happy with where you are?”
“Oh, absolutely,” she said blithely. I could tell the pill hadn’t kicked in.
“An opportunity like this, are you kidding? No, I’ve had some ups and downs, you know, but I’m...” She blinked, her eyes looked blank for split second. “Well ... to be honest, Jim, it’s actually been a struggle the last few years...”
She was letting her guard down, a definite sign.
“How are you feeling? Are you beginning to relax?”
She smiled at me. “You know, I do feel relaxed!” She sounded surprised.
“Do you mind if I take off my shoes?” she asked, going ahead and slipping off her heels. “I love these. Aren’t they sexy?” she giggled. “But after a whole day ... I can’t wait to get out of them.”
“Of course, Penelope,” I said soothingly. “You know I want you to be comfortable, don’t you?”
“Yes,” she said sweetly, “You always want me to be comfortable.”
Bingo! That was the classic response pattern we had seen in the trials.
“And you’re always comfortable with me, aren’t you?”
“Oh, yes, Jim, I’ve always felt comfortable when I’m with you.”
“Aren’t you feeling warm?” I asked. “Your look a bit flushed.”
“Do I? Yes, now that you mention it, I am feeling warm.” She fanned her face with her hand.
“Why don’t you take off your clothes? That would make you feel much better,” I suggested.
“Can I? Oh, that would be such a relief,” she said, unzipping her skirt and stepping out of it. “Thank you!”
She continued undressing. I watched until she was down to her bra and panties.
“Don’t forget how excited you get when you show me your titties.”
She faced me while she undid the clasp behind her back. Her eyes were big and round, fixed on mine as she dropped the bra. Her full, pale breasts swung free, hanging loosely, lower and softer than I remembered, her nipples stiff and long as ever, only aimed a little lower. She visibly quivered.
“You’re so very wet now, aren’t you?” I said. “I bet your panties are soaked!”
“My panties are soaking wet, Jim,” she said, slightly confused. “Should I still take them off?”
My god, I was enjoying this! She wasn’t the only one getting excited.
“Yes, my pretty pet,” I said. “You go right ahead and bring them to me so I can smell them. That’s what you want, isn’t it? You love it when I smell your arousal.”
She slipped them off, revealing her hairless nethers, and brought them to me, hanging heavy off her finger, completely drenched.
“Please smell my wet panties,” she said eagerly.
I brought it to my nose and smelled her, still the sweetest cunt I’d ever tasted.
“Here, Penelope, smell it yourself.”
I held it up, she bent at the waist, leaning in to sniff the scanty panties while I reached for the nipple on her magnificent left breast swaying pendulously before my eyes. I rolled her rubbery nub between my fingers.
“You know why you smell so good. It’s because you’re in heat. It’s only natural because of your true nature, your puppy nature. My pretty puppy. It’s your secret nature, that only you and I know about. You’re such a clever puppy, fooling everyone with your human form. But we know your true nature, your pretty puppy self, my pretty Penelope pup.”
Penelope stood stock still, listening intently. Bent at the waist, her nose was a millimeter from her fragrant, frilly, scanty panties, dripping with silky grool, breathing in her own potent musk while I spoke.
I was incredibly aroused, my cock straining with need. I stood and guided her down gently to her knees. I petted her head softly, my bulging crotch inches from her face. With my other hand, I brought her panties to my face again.
“Mmm, my pretty Penelope puppy is not a little puppy any more. She’s in heat. Pretty puppy in her first heat, ready to be bred.”
I wished I had thought to bring a collar and leash. No matter; I was improvising anyway.
“You want to smell me too, don’t you? Go ahead, put your pretty puppy nose into my crotch. You’ve always loved my cock and you need to smell it.”
She was snuffling into my bulging pants. I spread my legs so she could rub her face all around my sweaty crotch. I opened the fly, and lowered my trousers, freeing my raging erection.
She looked up at me. Her pretty blue eyes looked so innocent, so full of trust.
“Can I lick your cock?” she said hopefully.
“Yes, my pretty puppy, but you have to promise not to cum. You know how you always cum when you get my cock in your mouth.”
“Okay, I promise,” she said eagerly.
I stroked her soft hair as she licked repeatedly up my shaft and swirled her tongue around the head, leaving it wet, glistening with her spit. I had to make her stop; I was too close.
“That’s a good girl, getting Daddy’s cock ready for breeding. Who’s you’re daddy, my pretty pet?”
“You’re my daddy,” she said, looking up at me rapturously and licking her drooling lips.
“Yes, that’s right, my clever girl. I own you. You are mine, my own pretty Penelope puppy. I’m your daddy, your master, and your pack leader. I’m the alpha male.”
“Will you breed me?” she asked, her pretty blue eyes wide with eager longing.
“Yes, my pet.” I patted the tabletop of the coffee table.
“Up!” I commanded. “Get up on the breeding stand.”
“There’s a good girl!’ I praised her as she got on all fours on the low table.
I stroked her hair and her back. I walked around her, petting and stroking her face and her flanks, feeling her hanging breasts, and finally fondling her broad, firm buttocks. She whimpered sweetly in response. Her bald pussy was visibly dripping, her juices running down her thighs. Her scent was tantalizing.
“Such a fine specimen,” I said, “so well bred. My blue-ribbon puppy.”
“Do you know how to present?” I asked. “Can you assume the breeding position?”
“Like this?” she said, moving her arms forward, lowering her chest, and placing her chin down on the table.
“Good girl!’ I said.
Her gorgeous ass was up, beautifully displayed, with her back arched, sloping down, and her bright, wet, swollen pussy perfectly presented, lips parted, glistening with drops of fragrant dew.
I placed my hand on her vulva, feeling the moist, yielding warmth of it. My palm was drenched with a flood of fuck-juice as my fingertip grazed her swollen clit.
I tasted her syrup before spreading it onto my erection. It was fresh and fruity, tart and tangy. I couldn’t resist. Holding her by the hips, I pressed my face into her swampy folds and lapped up all the excess drippage that threatened to go to waste. I slurped and swallowed while Penelope pushed back and wiggled her ass, moaning eagerly.
It was time. I couldn’t wait a heartbeat longer. Standing behind her, I slid my fully engorged cock in to the hilt in one, smooth motion. Her lips parted easily for my bulbous head and her clinging walls rippled receptively, drawing me in to her steamy depths. All the way in.
I pressed my groin into her, hard, desperately, as if her cunt could engulf all of me and swallow me whole. I pulled on her hips and held still, stilling the urge to fuck, quelling the urge to ejaculate, and feeling her fuck tunnel quiver around my thickness in tantalizing quaking spasms.
She made a low keening moan that rose in volume and pitch as she tried to buck her hips, pulling against the strength of my arms holding her against me. And suddenly she broke free, tilting her hips forward and slamming back again, fucking my full eight inches and spurring me to join the dance. In synchronized thrusting, we tangoed and tangled for but a few seconds before I compressed our bodies again in a final feral lunge and exploded, blasting her womb with my seed.
It was epic, and would have been epic even if she hadn’t come too. But she did come. She must have felt the force my ejaculate battering her cervix and flooding her tunnel, because it set off an explosion of her own that made her whole body quake and buck like a carnival ride.
Superlative! The best. And the shortest fuck I ever had.
I rested, leaning on her uplifted ass as we caught our breath. I reached beneath her, encouraging her to lift her chest off the table. I caressed her sweaty breasts and pulled on her nipples.
“What a good girl you are!” I praised her. “Such a perfect fuck-puppy! Daddy is so proud of you!” It was easy to say. It was simply what I felt.
I had to have more! My cock had wilted and slipped out of its comfortable lodging. But in the cool air of the room, my recovery was was already beginning. I pulled her hips back to raise her into a more upright position and stepped around in front of her.
“Look, my pretty girl. Look how wet and juicy you made my cock.” I said, brandishing my limp willie. “Can you smell the yummy fuck-juice? You can’t wait to lick it clean, can you?”
“Can I?” she asked eagerly. “Please let me taste our fuck-juice and lick your yummy cock!”
“Of course you can, pretty puppy. Because you’ve been a good girl for Daddy.” I said, feeding it to her lolling tongue. “Lick and suck and make it hard again.”
“Mmm, ssluurp, smack...” she licked and drooled and made little sucking kisses up and down the growing stalk.
“When it gets hard, will you fuck me again?” she asked hopefully, her eyes big and round and pleading.
“Yes, my clever puppy! That’s exactly what I’m going to do. Such a smart girl!”
I would have felt a pang of guilt at this point - I almost did - but I had honestly never seen anyone so blissfully happy and sexually aroused as Penelope looked as she sucked my cock back to peak readiness. She appeared to be utterly content and excitedly anticipant at the same time.
She was sucking avidly, swirling her tongue around my fat plum when she suddenly and joyfully swallowed it and took in my entire length, lodging most of it deep in her esophagus.
She looked up into my eyes with a mirthful sense of accomplishment. She swallowed repeatedly, massaging me with her talented throat.
“Mmm, I love your cock in my mouth, Daddy! Will you fuck my throat, Daddy, please?” she said, before shoving her face back down to my root and bobbing her head up and down nearly the entire length of my thick pole.
How could I deny this lovely creature what she clearly craved?
I couldn’t. I caressed her head gently before grasping it firmly with both hands and began fucking it, fucking her face like pussy, with long, forceful strokes.
She gurgled and chirped, humming with transported delight, subsumed in the moment, absorbed in pure physical sensation and surrender as her throat made gakh-gakh-gakh sounds to the rhythm of my pounding thrusts until our mating came to its climactic conclusion.
I let out a growling roar of infinite satisfaction, clutching her skull into my groin as I exploded again, just as forcefully as before, emptying my balls down her throat, into her stomach.
At the same moment, my fuckmate, the beautiful Penelope, reached between her legs to touch her clit, and she too howled as her convulsive climax tore her head from my grasp and opened her throat to herald a satisfaction as colossal as mine.
I slumped to my knees and leaned against the coffee table, glowing with satiety and the sheen of sweat.
“Thank you, Daddy!” she said joyfully. And then she licked my face.
~~~~~~*~~ I took Penelope home with me. I couldn’t very well leave her to her own devices until the effects wore off. She followed me to my car like a puppy.
Wearing only her skirt and blouse and carrying her shoes and her handbag with bra straps hanging out of it, she would have attracted attention, but fortunately the parking lot was already empty.
I had to tell her to dress; I don’t think she would have thought of it herself, but she’s a smart girl.
“Oh, that’s a good idea!” she had said. “Other people don’t know I’m a puppy. They’d think I was a naked lady!”
She laughed and pulled up her skirt over her thigh-highs and her naked ass. Then she buttoned her blouse over her sweaty tits. I grabbed her underwear and stuffed it into her handbag.
When we arrived at my apartment, I offered her a drink.
“Mmm, okay!” she said brightly. “Can I take my clothes off first?”
“Of course you can, sweetheart,” I replied, surprising myself; I was starting to feel actual affection for this fantastical version of the woman.
She was half undressed before I could ask, “How does a beer sound?”
“Yes, please,” she said politely, while unbuttoning her blouse.
Now she was naked except for her ruined stockings, which I pulled off her, making her grab my shoulders as she wobbled on one foot at a time. That allowed me to run my hand up her smooth, toned legs.
“Do you want to drink it from a glass, or would you rather drink from a bowl on the floor?”
“I don’t know ... What do you want, Master?” She had a twinkle in her eye, almost as if she knew the puppy thing was a just game.
“Let’s try the bowl.”
“Okay,” she said and immediately got down on all fours. She crawled behind me to the kitchen.
I got a couple of bottles of Boston Lager out of the fridge and poured part of one into a soup bowl and squatted to set it on the floor beside Penelope. I petted her on the head as she lowered her head to drink. I had to pull her hair back to keep it from dipping into the beer.
She tried putting her lips to the beer to sip it, but her nose got wet, so she started lapping with her tongue, but with poor results. She was getting beer on her face and on the floor.
She sat back on her haunches and looked at me. With knitted brows and the cutest little pout, she looked so very sad.
“I’m sorry, Daddy. I’m not good at this.” A tear rolled down her cheek. “Are you very disappointed in me?”
“No, baby, Daddy’s not disappointed.” I put my arms around her and let her dry her face on my shirt.
“I want to be a good puppy for you.” she said and sniffled.
“I know you do, Penny,” I said, stroking her hair. “You are. You’re the best puppy ever.”
I stroked her cheek. Then, holding her face in both hands, I leaned in and kissed her mouth. Our lips met. Her mouth opened wide and her tongue came out to taste me, licking my lips as I parted them, letting her tongue inside to explore every part of my mouth until I stilled it by sucking it gently.
She whimpered and nudged me so that I fell over on my back. She followed my movement, crawling on top of me, and joined our mouths together again. My hands slid over her shoulders, pressing her breasts to my chest, and down her back to squeeze her ass-cheeks.
I rolled her over on her back and stood up, pulling myself out of her grasp. She whined pitifully until I grasped her hand and pulled her to her feet.
“Come on, Penelope,” I urged, dragging her out of the kitchen and down the hall.
“Good puppies are allowed up on the bed.” I turned on the bedroom light, kicked off my shoes and started unbuttoning my shirt.
Penny sank to her knees with her hands on my belt and looked up at me beseechingly.
“Can I undress you?” she asked with those wide puppy-dog eyes.
“Yes, help me, Penelope.”
She had my pants down to my knees by the time I had shrugged out of my shirt and pulled of my undershirt. She was staring at my standing boner, tongue out and drooling.
“No, puppy, help me get my pants off first.”
I fell-sat on the bed and Penelope, back on her feet, pulled my pants, socks and underwear off both legs all at once. She stood there in all her naked beauty, nipples swollen, and stared at me, taking all of me in, then she looked down at my erection and back to my eyes. There was real sexual hunger in hers.
I patted the bed beside me. “Up!” I commanded.
She bounded into my arms, knocking me on my back. I managed to pivot my head towards the headboard. Penny went straight for my crotch, licking and snuffling all around by balls, and dragged her tongue up my shaft. But I grabbed her under her arms.
I pulled her up on top of me and rolled over on top of her, positioning myself as I pinned her shoulders down with my arms. I could smell her arousal. I felt her wetness spreading as my cock found her entrance. I kissed her mouth and plunged into her pussy in one masterful maneuver.
Like the last time, her cunt opened up to take all of me, hugging my girth with warm, silky, slick welcome. But unlike last time, we were also kissing. This wasn’t breeding, it was lovemaking.
We fucked, slow and deep, in perfect synchrony, as if we’d been lovers for years. We danced the horizontal bop like champions; each motion, every variation, every nuance displayed the brilliance of our unity. Our music, warm and passionate, began to build in a long crescendo that transposed in accelerando, leading to a finale to beat the band. I rolled off of her, gasping and laughing, as she followed onto her side, panting and licking my sweaty face.
“Are you still thirsty?” I asked, “because I am!” I bounded off the bed.
“Yes!” she yelped, bounding after me.
She chased me back to the kitchen. I turned on her and pushed her onto a chair in the breakfast nook.
“Sit!”
I picked the bowl up off the floor and put it on the counter. I held a hand out, palm up.
“Stay!”
I brought her the full bottle, set it down, and wrapped her hand around it.
“Drink it like this,” I said.
Then, leaning my back against the counter, I picked up the bowl and drank the contents down. Then I brought the other bottle, half empty, and sat down to drink with Penelope. We drained our bottles quickly.
“We need to think about dinner,” I said.
Penny’s brow furrowed. “Um ... I need to pee.”
I wanted to laugh, she sounded so distressed.
“Are you going to take me outside for a walk?”
I did laugh. I couldn’t help it.
“No, I don’t think so.” If I’d had a private back yard I would have loved to watch her pee in the grass.
I took her hand again. “Come,” I said. I led her to the bathroom and into the shower stall. I had quickly dismissed the thought of letting her sit on the toilet like a woman.
“Okay, Penny, do your business,” I encouraged her.
I watched as she squatted over the drain in the center of the floor. I saw her lips part as a strong stream of piss jetted out, splashing on the tiles behind her before gurgling down the drain.
I felt a nearly overwhelming urge to mount her again right then, right there, on the piss-soaked tiles. She just looked so fucking sexy like that: the earthiness of her pussy, wet with tiny shimmering droplets of piss.
Instead, I stepped inside and pulled her to her feet, into my arms, at the back of the stall so we could avoid the spray until the water warmed up. I started the shower and pressed her soft curves to my chest. She looked up into my face and licked my neck.
I washed her with bare hands, every part of her. That took much longer than my perfunctory self wash, but we were soon out on the bathmat drying ourselves with towels.
Then I had to pee. She watched me. The way she licked her lips gave me wayward thoughts and made my cock start to swell again.
We still needed to eat. So I ordered some boneless chicken wings from uber eats.
I had her sit on the floor beside my chair so I could feed her the crisp lumps of meat by hand. She made appreciative yummy noises and repeatedly licked my palm. I had opened another beer, which I shared with her, tipping the bottle to her lips for her. She seemed utterly content to depend on my care.
After dinner, I settled on the couch and turned on a baseball game. Penelope stayed on her knees at my feet like a good puppy, but after a few minutes, she put her nose in my crotch and started to claw at the shorts I had put on before dinner to answer the door.
When she started whining, I shushed her and petted her head until the inning ended. Then I fetched a towel to sit on and shed my shorts for her. My cock was already stiff knowing how much she wanted it.
It was a very pleasant evening. Penelope kept me in a continuous state of arousal, alternately sucking my cock and licking it up and down and all around my balls. I stayed hard and dripping and she lapped up all the precum while rubbing her pussy on my foot, humping it happily and soaking it when she came.
She came twice, both times while deep-throating my cock, evidently highly stimulating for her. And both times, I watched her eyelids flutter as her eyes rolled back and she moaned wantonly. And then, when the spasms had passed, she happily and unselfconsciously lowered her head and licked up all the fragrant juices she had gushed over my foot.
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