Tempting dreams

Dusk. Well maintained colonial style mansion. A woman's face approaches the threshold of the mansion. After a short knock on the door, an elderly butler, about 65 years old, in a tailcoat, with a bow tie, a small bald patch on his head, unlocks it. “Greetings, Miss Hay,” said the butler. “Miss Landlow is waiting for you on the second floor.” Entering the mansion, Jenny couldn't believe her eyes: the beige walls matched perfectly with the marble stucco and ceiling sculptures of angels and tree foliage. The whole composition was surrounded by a massive crystal chandelier. On the oak parquet, a wide red carpet led from the front doors to the stairs to the second floor. The staircase itself was also oak, but along the edges of the steps and on the handrails one could see inlaid rubies and emeralds. But the main decoration was at the end of the stairs.

Wearing an ankle-length burgundy silk robe with 9-centimeter (3.5-inch) black stilettos encrusted with Swarovski crystals, Helen looked at the guest with a suspicious smile. “So my beloved friend came to me!” Helen said with passion in her voice. Jenny was embarrassed to hear the brunette addressing her with such confidence. “I think we don't need to linger here, but go to my mansions,” said Helen. Jenny followed the owner of the mansion uncertainly. Overcoming centimeter by centimeter corridors of the mansion, Jenny examined the numerous portraits of the previously modest, but now passionate Helen. Each portrait on the wall showed the beauty and grandeur of the mistress of the mansion. Between the portraits there were doors on which one could see tablets, where the names of men were written in an affectionate form. Some of these names were painfully familiar to Jenny. At the end of the corridor was a massive door with a gilded handle. Unlocking the door, Helen motioned her guest into the room.

This room turned out to be a bedroom, in the center of which was a king-size bed. Above it was a cream satin canopy with gilt edges. To the left of the bed was the entrance to the wardrobe, where through the open door one could see a scattering of depraved outfits of the mistress of the mansion. To the right, in the corner by the window, was a hanging chair in which Helen sat down. Jenny sat on the edge of the bed. “Judging by today's call and your presence here, you agreed to my proposal. I understand correctly?" Helen asked. “I thought about your proposal for a long time, but due to my current position, yes. I agree to recognize you as my mistress and live in your mansion on your support,” Jenny replied. "I knew you wouldn't resist for long," Helen said. “Now it only remains to go through the initiation. Get undressed!

Jenny by this point had already lost the charisma that she had in college, which cannot be said about Helen. However, Jenny still had something from her youth - a figure tightened after training and disproportionately wide and elastic hips. For their sake, Helen decided to accept a girl into her harem. Seeing her new subordinate's naked body, Helen spoke, "You haven't changed at all since then. Well, now it's my turn." After these words, Helen took off her robe, which soon lay at her feet. A black corset came to light, which highlighted the outlines of Helen's figure, especially her small chest, which seemed 2 sizes larger in the corset. On her feet were neat black stockings. But the most interesting was located between. There, in all its glory, was a 51-centimeter (20-inch) cock with testicles the size of an orange. Jenny was shocked by what she saw. "Are you ready for the initiation rite?" Helen asked.

This question was rhetorical. Grasping her guest's head, Helen inserted her machine down Jenny's throat. Surprisingly, the gag reflex did not appear, but it was clear that Jenny could not cope with the stress. For now... Helen began by wiggling a little so that her ex-girlfriend could adapt to Helen's power. However, the preparation regime did not last long, and the Lady began to pick up the pace. Jenny at that moment felt pain in her jaw and lack of oxygen, but Helen did not care about the condition of the guest. The turn came for the pussy, which was already waiting for the invasion. However, the invasion was unexpected, and Jenny was only able to take a third of the gun. But that didn't stop the lady. Ignoring the cries of her subordinate, Helen thought only of her pleasure, which grew with each push. Having reached the limit, the Mistress fired her load on her new acquisition. Jenny's body was profusely covered in girlish sperm. Helen knew that they would not soon depart from this pleasure together.

Ringing. The clock ticked seven o'clock in the morning. Helen, rubbing her eyes, meets a new day. Looking around her room, she noticed stains covering the floor around the bed, as well as a large one under her. The entire nightgown was soaked with sweat and sexual juices. After undressing for the shower, Helen took a ruler and measured her swollen clit. Measurements showed the expected - 7.5 cm (3 inches). With this information, Helen greeted the new day...