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 Homelife Chapter 2 {DaddyDom} (MF oral sm Fdom)[2/?]
   Willow smiled gently at the college aged boy who's tongue was gently
exploring her.  She spread her legs wider on the chair, leaning back
slightly.  In the split kitchen, her Master was getting a beer, and he
stopped to watch for a moment.
   "You two getting along, Punkin?" Willow smiled and nodded, still a
little shy but enjoying her dominance.
   "Yes Daddy.  Now Peter, remember when we kissed earlier?"
   "Yes, Miss," the young submissive said as best he could while keeping to
task.  Willow ran her fingers through his hair, lightly scratching his
scalp.
   "Well the way I taught you to kiss; that's how I want you to eat my
pussy.  And Miss Willow, please." He frowned.
   "Yes, Miss Willow," he said, pausing.  She smiled and pushed his face
back between her legs, knowing she'd hurt his confidence.
   "I didn't say it was bad, honey," she said soothingly as she stroked his
hair.  He murmured gently between her legs but said nothing, lapping
gently. "You're just so eager.  Take your time.  Explore and try things. 
See what I like and don't like." She looked to her Master, who nodded, and
she shivered in the glow of the dual submission and domination.  Peter
stopped lapping and started to explore her pussy with his mouth.  "That's a
good boy."
   Willow moaned as his technique started to improve, and she got a grip on
his hair, starting to guide his mouth to where she wanted it.  She looked
at her Master and smiled impishly.  Arching her back, Willow put her legs
on the arms of the chair, tilting her sex up a bit.
   "Don't forget to lick my bottom, Peter," she said.  He paused and she
smiled.
   "If you want to be able to fuck me there, you'd better show me how much
you appreciate it.  Don't worry, you'll enjoy making me happy." He looked
unsure but he leaned forward and she felt just the tip of his tongue touch
her rosebud.  Then a slightly longer lick, followed by more.  Peter groaned
a little and she giggled.
   "See, I told you you'd like it."
   "Yes, Miss," Peter said.  She felt his hand go to her thigh and then
quickly it was removed.  "Sorry Mistress-" Willow picked up her Daddy's
belt from the end table and took hold of it by the buckle, bringing it down
on Peter's back with a snap.  Peter winced and rubbed his back ruefully.
   "I'm sorry I touched you," Peter said.
   "Touch me all you'd like, just don't call me Mistress," Willow said,
rubbing the red stripe on his back.  "We just met.  I enjoy that you want
to touch me."
   "Yes, Miss Willow," he said.  She took him by the collar and pulled him
up her body.  His lips stayed on her body, across her black corset, then to
her breasts.  She reached between them and rubbed the bulge in his jeans.
   "My!  Does Peter want to play?" She looked up to her Master but he
wasn't in the room anymore.  "Daddy, I need a condom." She smiled as her
Master returned with a small foil packet.  She stroked the boy who was
panting over her body, cock close enough to her opening that she could feel
the heat from him.
   "Thank you Daddy," she said, leaning in to kiss her Master passionately
as she opened the package and slipped the thin second skin on Peter's
pulsing cock.  She tasted the cigar and scotch on her daddies breath, and
took hold of Peter's ass, pulling the submissive into her pussy.  As her
Master pulled away, Peter's cock started eagerly thrusting in and out of
her.
   "Not...  not so fast," she whispered, but the inexperienced boy was
overly excited.  She took a hold of his ass and gripped it, holding him
inside.  He moaned.
   "Feel that, Peter?" Peter groaned as she wiggled her ass, holding him
still.
   "Yes, Miss Willow."
   "Now, I'm not criticizing you.  I like to be fucked a certain way and so
does everyone else." She started moving his ass in slow circles, helping
him find his rhythm.  He started moving more slowly as her pussy started to
warm up.
   "Like this, Miss Willow?"
   "Just like that, honey.  Your cock feels so good in my tight pussy. 
Enjoying yourself?" Peter was breathing harder.  She tightened herself as
much as she could and he groaned, starting to piston his hips again, faster
than before.  She smiled to herself at being able to make a young stallion
so horny and wrapped herself around him with her arms and legs.
   "I'm...  sorry Miss..." he whispered.
   "Don't you be sorry, honey.  Just keep fucking me like that.  You're
doing so well, Peter." She pressed her lips to his neck and he grunted
loudly, slamming his hips forward and collapsing his slim, muscular form on
top of her, his sweat dripping from his forehead on her breasts.
   "That's a good boy," she said, stroking his back.
   "Thank you Miss Willow."
   "You're very welcome, Peter.  My Daddy and I are having a guest over
later, but you may stay and serve drinks if you'd like."
   "May I, Miss?"
   "Of course.  Daddy, can Peter stay the night?" Willow said aloud.  From
the other room her Master emerged in suit jacket and jeans, spraying
himself with cologne lightly under the stubble of his chin.
   "Did you finish your homework?" he asked.
   "Yes, Daddy!"
   "What the hell.  The more, the merrier," her Master said.  Willow
squeaked and kicked her feet, causing Peter to slip out of her.  The boy
groaned.
   "We'd better get into the shower, Peter.  You smell like sex.  March,"
Willow said, pointing towards the bathroom.
   ***
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