just as Her Master had
earlier done. It was a poignant moment, accepting to be used by
some anonymous man, made all the more so by the face that she saw,
looking down with what appeared to be a glimmer of caring. Emotions
raged: she was prostituting herself because this man needed her to
do so; but she was hungry for the cock having been mightily
aroused; she was pleased she was giving, and delighted to be
taking. Her master was here and dictating and that had to make it
fine. He was there before her, gloriously naked, watching his
property about to be used by someone else. And that thrilled Emily
so – it flushed her very core. She almost came without the need for
penetration, but she held it back because Her Master had decreed
so... ‘Give him what you gave me – that
should do the trick.’ She had given him
her climax on the moment of entry, and now Hades was due the
same.
WHOOM!
He got it!
First came the screech as her pussy was breeched and the
massive Italian phallus plundered into her vagina, impossibly
stretching, punching at her womb. Emily’s head arched back in a
curtain of wet hair, spraying the impaler behind her. She howled to
the ceiling as her body convulsed, pain and ecstasy snarling at her
sex, stuffed so fully she thought she might burst. But the only
explosion was orgasmic in its nature – Emily’s pussy ignited and
pulsed around the mass of flesh inside it. Every cell in her body
screamed in sexual bliss.
The man lustily groaned, mightily impressed – the woman’s
orgasmic cunt was Nirvana to his rigid tingling man-flesh. Thrilled
to the high heavens he punched into her again, then again and
again, screwing the bitch, riding the climax that ran and ran. As
he fucked her he pawed at her, groping the youthful flesh, and with
the other hand he whacked the wobbly buttocks, looking forward to
getting his cock inside that as well, making her come again with
the buggering he would give.
Having already come, the man fucked her long after Emily’s own
climax had passed. He fucked her hard and he fucked her slow,
groping her ass, playing with her tits, enjoying her cunt with his
incredible big dick. All the while Emily groaned at the pleasuring
she was getting, happy in the knowledge that she was doing what was
needed, and that the chore had turned out to be so wonderfully
rewarding. She looked over to the man who was merrily ploughing
her, showing with her eyes her thanks and appreciation. And she
looked to Her Master with gratitude and longing – showing him that
it was He that she really wanted, although she was happy to do
whatever he commanded.
“Now the ass!” the Italian announced after a timeless length
of screwing Emily’s cunt. He pulled fully out and Emily braced
herself for another invasion, and a blast of pain that might not be
orgasmic. But that didn’t happen. Instead the guest of honour took
a moment to appreciate further what he was about to enjoy. Showing
a surprising degree of class and finesse, he stroked Emily’s
buttocks, caressing the flesh he had earlier belted and spanked. He
gave a few more gentle slaps so the mounds would wobble, delighting
in their incredible full roundness. Then he spread the cheeks so he
could inspect the anus which was gaping after the hard shagging it
had taken from Her Master. It was an intimacy that added to the
degradation, making Emily feel like a piece of meat that was being
inspected before being devoured. It made her feel cheap, although
that was far from the case... and it made her feel horny as
hell.
In no rush to bugger her, the big Italian did some exploring
with his fingers - entering first with just the index to stroke the
silky lining of Emily’s chute. Well stretched as she was, Emily
clenched around it, pulsing with her muscles as her internal flesh
got rubbed. She wanted to please and she wanted to thank. She
wanted Her Master whom she knew she could handle, but she wanted
this man as well. She was a cock loving slut and she
earlier done. It was a poignant moment, accepting to be used by
some anonymous man, made all the more so by the face that she saw,
looking down with what appeared to be a glimmer of caring. Emotions
raged: she was prostituting herself because this man needed her to
do so; but she was hungry for the cock having been mightily
aroused; she was pleased she was giving, and delighted to be
taking. Her master was here and dictating and that had to make it
fine. He was there before her, gloriously naked, watching his
property about to be used by someone else. And that thrilled Emily
so – it flushed her very core. She almost came without the need for
penetration, but she held it back because Her Master had decreed
so... ‘Give him what you gave me – that
should do the trick.’ She had given him
her climax on the moment of entry, and now Hades was due the
same.
WHOOM!
He got it!
First came the screech as her pussy was breeched and the
massive Italian phallus plundered into her vagina, impossibly
stretching, punching at her womb. Emily’s head arched back in a
curtain of wet hair, spraying the impaler behind her. She howled to
the ceiling as her body convulsed, pain and ecstasy snarling at her
sex, stuffed so fully she thought she might burst. But the only
explosion was orgasmic in its nature – Emily’s pussy ignited and
pulsed around the mass of flesh inside it. Every cell in her body
screamed in sexual bliss.
The man lustily groaned, mightily impressed – the woman’s
orgasmic cunt was Nirvana to his rigid tingling man-flesh. Thrilled
to the high heavens he punched into her again, then again and
again, screwing the bitch, riding the climax that ran and ran. As
he fucked her he pawed at her, groping the youthful flesh, and with
the other hand he whacked the wobbly buttocks, looking forward to
getting his cock inside that as well, making her come again with
the buggering he would give.
Having already come, the man fucked her long after Emily’s own
climax had passed. He fucked her hard and he fucked her slow,
groping her ass, playing with her tits, enjoying her cunt with his
incredible big dick. All the while Emily groaned at the pleasuring
she was getting, happy in the knowledge that she was doing what was
needed, and that the chore had turned out to be so wonderfully
rewarding. She looked over to the man who was merrily ploughing
her, showing with her eyes her thanks and appreciation. And she
looked to Her Master with gratitude and longing – showing him that
it was He that she really wanted, although she was happy to do
whatever he commanded.
“Now the ass!” the Italian announced after a timeless length
of screwing Emily’s cunt. He pulled fully out and Emily braced
herself for another invasion, and a blast of pain that might not be
orgasmic. But that didn’t happen. Instead the guest of honour took
a moment to appreciate further what he was about to enjoy. Showing
a surprising degree of class and finesse, he stroked Emily’s
buttocks, caressing the flesh he had earlier belted and spanked. He
gave a few more gentle slaps so the mounds would wobble, delighting
in their incredible full roundness. Then he spread the cheeks so he
could inspect the anus which was gaping after the hard shagging it
had taken from Her Master. It was an intimacy that added to the
degradation, making Emily feel like a piece of meat that was being
inspected before being devoured. It made her feel cheap, although
that was far from the case... and it made her feel horny as
hell.
In no rush to bugger her, the big Italian did some exploring
with his fingers - entering first with just the index to stroke the
silky lining of Emily’s chute. Well stretched as she was, Emily
clenched around it, pulsing with her muscles as her internal flesh
got rubbed. She wanted to please and she wanted to thank. She
wanted Her Master whom she knew she could handle, but she wanted
this man as well. She was a cock loving slut and she
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