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I pushed her nether lips further back, exposing her clitoris even more, it was bigger and fatter than any Id ever seen and she shivered with anticipation, rotating her hips. I told her to be still and then began to blow gently on the quivering nub, gently drying it off with my breath. Moisture from her excited cunt began to well up around it but didn sex story gay go any further than the base of the organ. I looked at Kala, shed taken off the strap on and was sitting in a chair near the bed with her legs drawn up, gently stroking her own clit and watching her friends slow torment. I began to paint back and forth over the head of her clit, using just the sex story gay tip of the fine, sable artists brush. Gently, slowly, maddeningly painting a crosshatch pattern on it. Esthers whole body began to shudder and shake. "Do you like this slut?" I asked. "Yes sex story gay sir." "Do you want me to stop?" "Noooo ohhh please no. Don st-op, please Sir. Don stop." the last two words in a tiny, needy voice from the depths of her soul. "Slut sex story gay?" "Yes Sir?" I stroked sex story gay for a few more moments, watching her twitch and roll her hips, trying to increase the contact with that maddening brush. "Will you do whatever I say?" "Yesss sir. Please don stop." I sex story gay kept stroking her clit with the brush. Her whole body was wet with sweat now and involuntary twitches were running up and down her thighs and belly, she was very close to orgasm...then she was there, shaking and moaning and doing her best not to moved her arms and legs, the bed under her cunt was soaked with her juices and I wondered how Kala would explain it to her boyfriend. Her hips and thighs were quivering, she was fighting to remain still but obviously going out of her mind from the pleasure. I kept on. Painting back and forth across her tortured clit. Never stopping, taking her through her orgasm, then, instead of stopping, continuing the relentless torture until she was rolling sex story gay along to a second one...then, just as she was about to cum again, I stopped. "Do you want to cum again slut?" "Yes sir,"(tiny voice)"please, PLEASE make sex story gay me cum again." I took the cloth off her face. It was wet with tears, she looked past me at Kala, who was sitting there on the chair naked, with her knees drawn up, furiously fingering her sex story gay pussy and smiled gratefully at her.