her away from the tingling erection, leaving it lobbing
lewdly up and down.
On hands and knees Emily was brought back into the room where
the quiet man was waiting, naked as well, apart from his shoes and
socks which were supported by a pair of black garters. It made for
an odd, but very impressive sight. Emily gazed at the bulk of the
man: a massive burly hunk, who unlike Her Master was smooth of
chest. He was slightly bloated at the stomach, too much pasta
perhaps and not enough sit ups, but he carried it well with his
imposing build, and of course any flaw could be forgiven when there
was a thick column of meat sticking out of his groin, hard and
gnarled with veins, like an old tree trunk.
The Italian stallion threw Emily the towel which she used to
quickly dry herself. Then she was led by Her Master back to the
bench where she was manhandled into a different position, this time
standing astride the bench, her legs parted wide and her torso bent
forwards so that her hands rested on the bench, her head looking
forward. The chain leash was left dangling from her collared neck
along with her string of pearls.
“So Blondie, you are a very lucky bitch,” announced Her Master
from behind, slapping his erection across Emily’s buttocks. “My
friend has agreed to let me fuck you first. As you can see, he is
an unusually well endowed man, and has consented to let me open you
up for him. What have you to say to him?”
“Thank you sir,” bleated Emily as she gazed at the huge cock
before her, wondering how on earth she would manage to take it up
either of her fuck holes. It was so unnaturally big, not just the
length, it was frighteningly thick – it would be like giving birth
without any drugs to numb the pain.
But it was still an incredible specimen, and Emily was
positively drooling gazing at it whilst Her Master’s knob pressed
it into the crack of her ass, rode up and down the crevice before
heading south to her gushing snatch. She swayed her ass in
anticipation. He had promised her hours of rutting her pussy, but
even a few minutes of preparation would be a thrill beyond
belief.
SMACK!
“Arrrgh!” yelled Emily as her right buttock was slapped good
and hard, Her Master’s hand stinging the skin.
“Keep still, you dirty bitch!” the man snarled, grappling the
sore buttock he’d just smacked.
Bizarrely elated to be treated like this, Emily forced herself
to obey. She gazed at a cock as another slid into her folds, riding
the slit and rubbing her clit then settling over the hungry hole.
One hard thrust of his hips and the man was back in her, the head
bullying its way into Emily’s vagina. Emily screamed as her walls
were violently stretched then she screamed again as her hips were
grabbed and the man dragged her back onto his impaling dick,
filling her up with all eight inches of his thick masterful
meat.
“Suck me as well!” ordered the Italian, moving a step closer
so Emily could accept him.
It was a moment of complete and utter bliss for Emily. She
opened up wide to suck the Italian’s knob - the big stud not
forcing, just allowing Emily to pleasure him as such. Meanwhile the
initial pain was passing, and Emily was treated to a slow sensuous
shafting – Her Master riding her with lingering strokes. It truly
blew Emily’s mind – the fucking was so good, and the cock in her
mouth so big and delicious. She could feel the virility of both the
men, smouldering beasts with simmering testosterone, enjoying
themselves before they explode and ravished.
After a few minutes of this bliss, Emily’s ass was smacked
again, another hard wallop across the right buttock which was
already red from the belting she’d taken.
“You’ve opened up real well, Blondie. Now tighten around me
and fuck yourself on my dick. Show me how much you love my cock,
and show my friend how much you lust after his.”
Lost in the sex, Emily obeyed. She tightened at the back and
relaxed at the front then started to rock back
lewdly up and down.
On hands and knees Emily was brought back into the room where
the quiet man was waiting, naked as well, apart from his shoes and
socks which were supported by a pair of black garters. It made for
an odd, but very impressive sight. Emily gazed at the bulk of the
man: a massive burly hunk, who unlike Her Master was smooth of
chest. He was slightly bloated at the stomach, too much pasta
perhaps and not enough sit ups, but he carried it well with his
imposing build, and of course any flaw could be forgiven when there
was a thick column of meat sticking out of his groin, hard and
gnarled with veins, like an old tree trunk.
The Italian stallion threw Emily the towel which she used to
quickly dry herself. Then she was led by Her Master back to the
bench where she was manhandled into a different position, this time
standing astride the bench, her legs parted wide and her torso bent
forwards so that her hands rested on the bench, her head looking
forward. The chain leash was left dangling from her collared neck
along with her string of pearls.
“So Blondie, you are a very lucky bitch,” announced Her Master
from behind, slapping his erection across Emily’s buttocks. “My
friend has agreed to let me fuck you first. As you can see, he is
an unusually well endowed man, and has consented to let me open you
up for him. What have you to say to him?”
“Thank you sir,” bleated Emily as she gazed at the huge cock
before her, wondering how on earth she would manage to take it up
either of her fuck holes. It was so unnaturally big, not just the
length, it was frighteningly thick – it would be like giving birth
without any drugs to numb the pain.
But it was still an incredible specimen, and Emily was
positively drooling gazing at it whilst Her Master’s knob pressed
it into the crack of her ass, rode up and down the crevice before
heading south to her gushing snatch. She swayed her ass in
anticipation. He had promised her hours of rutting her pussy, but
even a few minutes of preparation would be a thrill beyond
belief.
SMACK!
“Arrrgh!” yelled Emily as her right buttock was slapped good
and hard, Her Master’s hand stinging the skin.
“Keep still, you dirty bitch!” the man snarled, grappling the
sore buttock he’d just smacked.
Bizarrely elated to be treated like this, Emily forced herself
to obey. She gazed at a cock as another slid into her folds, riding
the slit and rubbing her clit then settling over the hungry hole.
One hard thrust of his hips and the man was back in her, the head
bullying its way into Emily’s vagina. Emily screamed as her walls
were violently stretched then she screamed again as her hips were
grabbed and the man dragged her back onto his impaling dick,
filling her up with all eight inches of his thick masterful
meat.
“Suck me as well!” ordered the Italian, moving a step closer
so Emily could accept him.
It was a moment of complete and utter bliss for Emily. She
opened up wide to suck the Italian’s knob - the big stud not
forcing, just allowing Emily to pleasure him as such. Meanwhile the
initial pain was passing, and Emily was treated to a slow sensuous
shafting – Her Master riding her with lingering strokes. It truly
blew Emily’s mind – the fucking was so good, and the cock in her
mouth so big and delicious. She could feel the virility of both the
men, smouldering beasts with simmering testosterone, enjoying
themselves before they explode and ravished.
After a few minutes of this bliss, Emily’s ass was smacked
again, another hard wallop across the right buttock which was
already red from the belting she’d taken.
“You’ve opened up real well, Blondie. Now tighten around me
and fuck yourself on my dick. Show me how much you love my cock,
and show my friend how much you lust after his.”
Lost in the sex, Emily obeyed. She tightened at the back and
relaxed at the front then started to rock back
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