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The games begin.  

Jamieb0nd007 49M
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9/4/2021 10:26 am
The games begin.


He’d been running through her mind non-stop since their flurry of racy Facebook<b> messages </font></b>of the previous week but now young Beth was finally spending time with him, with nothing else to do but allow him his all and every desire. This wasn’t a problem for her though, as she’d dreamt of being possessed by real man since an adolescent, something that had never really happened before. A few glimmers here and there, some experiences with ‘nice’ and ‘kind’ men but never the alpha that every cell in her body seemed to yearn for. Now things were different. Now she had her alpha in her grips, commanding her masterfully and working such magic on her small, soft body that she seemed to have a constantly wet pussy in his presence.
The location was the romantic and beautiful Andalucia region of central Spain, the month was March and the longing in her countenance and demeanour was palpable. “You can’t help yourself, can you, Beth?” he said with a wry smile on his face. She immediately felt her heart rate speed up as she coyly replied “can’t help what, James?” trying to keep her voice steady. He walked slowly towards her and placed his large hands on her shoulders whilst looking into her eyes knowingly. “You can’t help being so damned horny around me all the time, can you?” She wasn’t sure how to reply. He was right of course; she’d been aroused since they first met physically the week before and was aroused now. It was all she could do to lower her head and stare at the floor. Was it guilt she was feeling? She wasn’t sure, but once again that magic little spot between her legs began to moisten and her nipples harden. Using his powerful hands and arms, he spun her around so she was facing away from him and reached down to pull up her little white skirt; a tennis skirt, just as James had told her to wear. Knickerless, she felt vulnerable, exposed and the wind created by the fan seemed to taunt her. With his other hand he roughly pulled down her white top to expose her pert breasts. “This is who you really are, isn’t it, Beth?” he whispered into her ear. She was beginning to quiver with anticipation and in a shaky voice replied “I don’t know, who am I really? I’m not sure.” He spun around again so she was facing him, semi exposed and hopelessly aroused. “You’re just my little fuck toy, aren’t you, Beth? Just a little slave girl, aching to please her master.” Not giving her time to respond, he put his hand firmly between her thighs and held her in a way no man had ever held her. It was all she could do to gasp “James!” Yes, she was his slave and at that moment she was acutely aware of that fact. With his other hand he pulled down her skirt so it was around her knees and gently placed his hand on her exposed buttocks. “You adore my touch, don’t you, slave?” “I do, James, I really, really do!” Two hot hands, one on her pussy and the other on her butt was taking her, once again, to a point of dizziness. He held her in that way for quite some time, not saying a word. He just looked at her, up and down, checking out his new toy and deciding what the impending sex session might involve.

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