she guessed he had four up her and the thumb too. He pressed in earnest and she re al ised he wanted to fist her. She had only had that done once or twice and had loved it. But to ha ve it done now, by a n almost disembodied hand in the dark was heaven. She moaned again and spread her legs wider. There was a soft chuckle and then an increase in the pressure on her tissues which gradually yielded to the insistent rubbing and thrusting and she felt herself suction him in. The feeling was incredibly intense, she was stretched and filled and fucked all at the same time and she came immediately.
When she regained her senses her invisible lover slid his hand out of her and instead lowered himself onto her , by the feel of his hairy stomach, bearing down and spreading over her own, she guessed he was pretty fat . The smell of whisky increased and then his hands were in her hair and he was kissing her passionately, the whisky filled her brain and his tongue was arrogantly playing with hers. Down below she felt his cock thrust into her where his fist had been. At first it was a weirdly anti-climactic feeling but as her tunnel constricted to its normal proportions once more the familiar and sweet stimulation was there to drive her to another shattering climax. This time her legs bent back under her of their own volition and she thrust her hips up to meet his thrusts into her so fiercely that she lifted her pelvis clear of the ground. Above her in the dark he roared his release as a third orgasm shook her and broke her. She was still gasping and almost sobbing as the door closed behind him.
Smiling a secretive smi le, Sophie settled herself for sleep again. Her body shook occasionally as aftershocks ran through her, but her cunt didn’t burn, it sang and her whole body was at peace. She loved the way men used her, and she loved the pleasure she and her numerous, nameless users aroused in each other.
Chapter Four
Martha had been a little surprised by the look of almost naked hunger mixed strangely with regret that she had seen on the face of the immigration officer at Houston when he had checked Raika’s passport and then realised she was with herself and Brian.
In the weeks that had passed since she had told Brian what she knew of Sophie’s whereabouts; weeks that had been spent, on his part, in ensuring that the stable ran smoothly in his absence and on hers in discovering the endless fun to be had with slaves, Martha had grown very fond of Raika. Bri an had suggested they take her with them as she needed a holiday and they would be bound to need a submissive and Martha couldn’t have agreed more. Brian had introduced Raika to their bed several weeks before and Martha had fallen deeply in lust with the slightly built but well proportioned woman with her coffee coloured skin, sweeping silken, black hair that hung almost to her slender waist, when it wasn’t elegantly gathered into a chignon to bare her back for the whip. She adored the scent of her body when she woke up next to it, the skin soft beneath her lips as she kissed her back. She loved how eagerly she served both of them, opening her mouth and her legs with nothing but puppy-like enthusiasm. Even the harshest whipping didn’t dim the sparkle in her lustrous eyes and Martha didn’t think she would ever forget the helpful way in which Raika had cupped her own, neat and smooth breasts and held them steady so that she cou ld administer her first needles through pinches of breast flesh. And when the time had come to pierce the nipples themselves, Martha had loved the breathless cries that had marked the entries and exits of the shiny steel through the engorged flesh and she had seen quite plainly the look of joy in Raika’s eyes when she saw how much pleasure she had given Martha.
It had taken some hard work on Brian’s part to convince Raika that the stables wouldn’t collapse with out her for a few days and then Martha had taken her shopping for rather more
When she regained her senses her invisible lover slid his hand out of her and instead lowered himself onto her , by the feel of his hairy stomach, bearing down and spreading over her own, she guessed he was pretty fat . The smell of whisky increased and then his hands were in her hair and he was kissing her passionately, the whisky filled her brain and his tongue was arrogantly playing with hers. Down below she felt his cock thrust into her where his fist had been. At first it was a weirdly anti-climactic feeling but as her tunnel constricted to its normal proportions once more the familiar and sweet stimulation was there to drive her to another shattering climax. This time her legs bent back under her of their own volition and she thrust her hips up to meet his thrusts into her so fiercely that she lifted her pelvis clear of the ground. Above her in the dark he roared his release as a third orgasm shook her and broke her. She was still gasping and almost sobbing as the door closed behind him.
Smiling a secretive smi le, Sophie settled herself for sleep again. Her body shook occasionally as aftershocks ran through her, but her cunt didn’t burn, it sang and her whole body was at peace. She loved the way men used her, and she loved the pleasure she and her numerous, nameless users aroused in each other.
Chapter Four
Martha had been a little surprised by the look of almost naked hunger mixed strangely with regret that she had seen on the face of the immigration officer at Houston when he had checked Raika’s passport and then realised she was with herself and Brian.
In the weeks that had passed since she had told Brian what she knew of Sophie’s whereabouts; weeks that had been spent, on his part, in ensuring that the stable ran smoothly in his absence and on hers in discovering the endless fun to be had with slaves, Martha had grown very fond of Raika. Bri an had suggested they take her with them as she needed a holiday and they would be bound to need a submissive and Martha couldn’t have agreed more. Brian had introduced Raika to their bed several weeks before and Martha had fallen deeply in lust with the slightly built but well proportioned woman with her coffee coloured skin, sweeping silken, black hair that hung almost to her slender waist, when it wasn’t elegantly gathered into a chignon to bare her back for the whip. She adored the scent of her body when she woke up next to it, the skin soft beneath her lips as she kissed her back. She loved how eagerly she served both of them, opening her mouth and her legs with nothing but puppy-like enthusiasm. Even the harshest whipping didn’t dim the sparkle in her lustrous eyes and Martha didn’t think she would ever forget the helpful way in which Raika had cupped her own, neat and smooth breasts and held them steady so that she cou ld administer her first needles through pinches of breast flesh. And when the time had come to pierce the nipples themselves, Martha had loved the breathless cries that had marked the entries and exits of the shiny steel through the engorged flesh and she had seen quite plainly the look of joy in Raika’s eyes when she saw how much pleasure she had given Martha.
It had taken some hard work on Brian’s part to convince Raika that the stables wouldn’t collapse with out her for a few days and then Martha had taken her shopping for rather more
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