Peter Ryan - Sex clinic wife

As the depraved actress sensed that she was winning her obscene battle, Maurine intensified her efforts, sucking his massively throbbing cock a little harder and moving forward to take as much of it into her throat as possible, sucking away on it happily with sounds of intense masochistic pleasure, erupting from her cock-stuffed mouth.

Deep inside the actor's body, great swirling clouds of heat were building up as he looked down at the strained contorted face of the ripe, splendidly-built woman who was kneeling submissively at his feet. In the back of his head, Dennis obviously knew that this was merely a scene in a dirty movie, and one for which he could expect to be well paid, but like every good actor, the young man had the capacity to forget about reality while he was making a film and lose himself completely in whatever part he was supposed to be playing. The hard-bodied, handsome young actor was not in the slightest embarrassed at the idea of having this perverse sexual act performed upon him in the presence of others, infact, it seemed that he had very nearly forgotten about them. It was evident that all he could think about at the moment was the searing, burning sensation caused by his semen as it started to work its way out of the depths of his nakedly pumping body, moving slowly at first and then much faster and rushing explosively down through his testicles and out the long narrow channel in his wildly jerking penis.

He gasped as the spasm hit him with all its force, tightening his grip on the queen's head out of some wild irrational fear that she would pull away from him just as his churning hot cum swamped her mouth, spoiling everything just when he wanted it to be perfect. The heated white cum spurted out of him in long powerful waves, apparently destined to go on forever, but the lust stricken actress made no attempt to avoid her degenerate fate.

Indeed, the queen gave every indication of enjoying it enormously, and the woman sucked wildly as he came brutally into the warm wetness of her open throat, her adam's apple bobbing furiously as she endeavored to swallow every drop of the lust-inciting fluid he was pumping so ruthlessly into her mouth. Coughing a little as she choked on the sperm, hums and mewls of slavish masochistic pleasure emerged from the queen's cum-filled mouth.

As she had threatened to do, Maurine had sucked her disobedient servant dry, but it was clear to everyone that she had not quite finished with him yet. She never let up for a minute, persistently continuing to run her lithe active tongue over his jerking, slowly-deflating instrument until she had cleaned away the last remnants of hot sticky cum, but the kneeling actress obviously was still far from satisfied.

Using her hands skillfully, the heavy-breasted woman began to chaff his poor tired cock, pulling the skin back as far as it would go and exposing all of the red palpitating gland to the torments of her wetly lashing tongue. There was a surprised expression on Dennis' face as his exhausted penis began to react once again to the intensity of the stimulation she was giving him, struggling to rise one more time despite the fact that he had just finished a powerful body-shaking orgasm.

"Now that you have learned your lesson, slave," Maurine grinned at him, traces of his sticky white cum still clinging to her lips, "I will give you the opportunity to please your queen. Perhaps if your little slave girl watches carefully," she smiled knowingly at Lana, "she will learn how a monarch is to be treated, and I will hand her over to the king for further lessons!"

In the adjoining room, Darlene found herself reacting strongly to the movie so far, unconsciously rubbing her thighs together as her budlike clitoris throbbed down between her wetly quivering pussy lips.

"Come!" commanded the queen, lying back on the floor with her legs lasciviously parted and her arms stretched out invitingly. "Come and show me that you are worth more than a life of slavery. Make me happy and you win your freedom!"

His manhood fully restored, Dennis wasted no time in complying with this depraved order, dropping quickly to his knees between her widely spread legs and allowing his muscular young body to fall forward onto Maurine's full ripe breasts.

"Oh, that feels so nice!" the queen commented as his nakedly powerful body crushed into hers, pinning her helplessly to the floor. Now there was no longer any question of queen and slave, but the age-old picture of man dominating woman, and the camera zoomed in to study their two lewdly writhing bodies as they sprawled and grappled on the floor like a pair of wildly rutting animals. Maurine's fingernails trailed ruthlessly across the broad expanse of his back, but if Dennis noticed the discomfort, he gave no visible sign of it. Instead, he expertly slid his hands beneath the two flaccid half-moons of her buttocks, lifting her clear off the floor with his bulging biceps and gracefully gliding his massively erect cock into her warmly inviting vaginal crevice as if they had rehearsed this bizarre movement for months.

Dennis was taking his tine, Letting the cameras follow his every movement as he ran the heavy, red-tipped rod of his glistening penis torturously up and down the length of her widespread cuntal slit, knowing that this lecherous maneuver was turning her on and taking the opportunity to torment this haughty queen and pay her back for all the humiliations she had heaped upon him.

Nor was the queen slow to react. Her ripely rounded buttocks were rotating around in desperate circles while her smooth creamy thighs locked around the back of his hard muscular thighs, as if she were trying to force him into her shamelessly aroused body by brute force.

"Now, slave, now!" she groaned, giving the impression of being half out of her mind with unsatisfied lust. Obviously, she could wait no longer. The sex-maddened woman reached down abruptly between their two straining bodies, and she caught his thick tormenting cock in a death grip, hauling it forcibly in between the hair-lined lips of her hotly moistened cuntal opening and driving it into her almost against his will. There was no question about it: Maurine was still the queen, and she still possessed the power to make the slave do what she desired.

A violent movement in Parker's inner office caused Darlene to move her spell-bound eyes from the images on the screen. On: the couch, Harold and Anne Ballard were writhing in sexual ecstasy, and she shakily noted their movement on her steno pad. Glancing down, she could see the hard little points of her nipples protruding through the material of her uniform, and had to forcibly resist the temptation to rub them lightly with her fingers; while, between her legs, the moisture was flowing freely now, and only a stern grip on her pad and pencil kept her hands from stealing down under her dress to probe beneath the panties and into the streaming crevice of hotly throbbing flesh.

By this point, Dennis was beyond resistance. Accepting the inevitable with a cheerful grin, he crashed forward violently and groaned aloud as the queen's warm, elastic-like sheath slipped wetly around the pulsating hard shaft of his rock-like penis. The actor's long bulbous cock raced up through the already lubricated passageway of her heatedly throbbing vagina, sliding easily through the soft yielding tissue as he thrust himself forward in her narrow clasping hole with one bone-jarring, brutalizing push, and his heavy, hair-covered balls slapped brutally against the upturned unprotected flesh of actress' ass. She was hopelessly skewered like a chicken on a spit, and for a moment, the tables were turned. The queen was no longer in charge of what was going on, and the slave was proving with a vengeance that he was man enough to be free.

"Ooohhhh! Fuck it! Fuck it harder!" the actress groaned, muttering all the filthy obscene words that came to mind as she raced towards her climax. The actor never gave her a moment to recover, thrusting into her with all the strength in his tawny unrelenting body.