wanted it all
– to be savagely rode and totally devoured.
That was sure to happen, but all in good time. More fingers
were what she got for the time being: two then three then finally
four plunging into her guts. Emily feared for a moment that a fifth
might be added and the Italian would elect to fist her instead. His
hands were so big, even bigger than his humungous cock – it would
be a nightmare from hell if he tried.
Thankfully he didn’t, but elsewhere in the room a man was
watching – his cock on fire, his unloaded balls again heavy and
aching, his fingers twitching – thinking, thinking, another twist
might be in order to add to the fun.
Meanwhile the Italian finished with his frigging and announced
he was now ready to screw the living daylights out of this dirty
little bitch! A choice little phrase that got everyone’s
attention!
Thrilled but wary, Emily held her position and braced herself
for another shafting from the rear by that brutishly colossal cock.
But then suddenly there was a change of mood when the Italian
wrestled Emily around, forcing her back onto the bench, this time
lying on her back.
“Get your legs up and show me your asshole again,” the new man
ordered.
Emily blinked and looked down to the massive erection that was
snarling and spitting out juice, wondering how the hell she was
going to be able to do this while lying on the bench. Surely she
would topple off, but the big man insisted. Defeated, Emily nodded
and slowly lifted her legs, gripping them in her hands. She started
to tumble, rolling to the side and had to abandon the
attempt.
The hunky Italian looked mightily cross. Emily could feel his
eyes glaring through the dark shades he still wore. A hand was
being raised, Hades was poised to strike and dish out more pain if
his underworld ride did not obey. Fortunately Her Master came to
her rescue and solved the problem. As Emily tried to lift her legs
again, he leaned over her and reached for her ankles, pulling them
painfully back. This caused Emily’s ass to lift off the bench and
curl over to be inspected in the new position. Emily gripped the
sides of the bench to steady herself further while her legs were
held open, obscenely presenting her asshole to the
Italian.
Hades laughed. He prodded the pucker again with a big thick
finger then he looked up to his fellow abuser.
“You were right – it’s a really nice ass – as good as any I’ve
ever seen. And it’s tight as well, even though she’s been opened
up.” Then with a hearty laugh the big stud added, “But I doubt if
she’ll still be tight once I’m finished with her. Few women ever
are!”
Emily shook her head and was only able to groan. Her entire
body was shaking in fear and anticipation. The Italian spat on his
hands and spread the saliva over his fingers. Emily cringed and
tightened as the new man quickly plunged them back into her rectum,
working them in and out to coat her insides.
Suddenly, the bulbous head of the big Latino’s cock was
pressed against her asshole, as the Italian crouched over her and
leaned in. He leered down, his lips curling cruelly. He teased for
a moment, pushing gently and stretching with the tapered end of his
massive knob. Emily clung to the bench, hurting her fingers as she
gripped so tight.
“Please!” she whimpered, suddenly frightened.
“Please what?” the Italian asked.
Please don’t. Emily wanted to say, but she held her tongue,
knowing this would happen anyway. A glance to Her Master gave her
strength. She feared the man, and hated him in a way, yet
worshipped him as well, and right then that’s what mattered. She
worshipped his cock and his dominant control. If this was his wish,
if this was something that he ‘needed’ then Emily must comply no
matter how badly it hurt.
“Please!” croaked Emily. “Please fuck my a...
AAAAAARRRGH!”
Emily screamed and screamed as the request was met. The
Italian thrust into her body with all his might and his
– to be savagely rode and totally devoured.
That was sure to happen, but all in good time. More fingers
were what she got for the time being: two then three then finally
four plunging into her guts. Emily feared for a moment that a fifth
might be added and the Italian would elect to fist her instead. His
hands were so big, even bigger than his humungous cock – it would
be a nightmare from hell if he tried.
Thankfully he didn’t, but elsewhere in the room a man was
watching – his cock on fire, his unloaded balls again heavy and
aching, his fingers twitching – thinking, thinking, another twist
might be in order to add to the fun.
Meanwhile the Italian finished with his frigging and announced
he was now ready to screw the living daylights out of this dirty
little bitch! A choice little phrase that got everyone’s
attention!
Thrilled but wary, Emily held her position and braced herself
for another shafting from the rear by that brutishly colossal cock.
But then suddenly there was a change of mood when the Italian
wrestled Emily around, forcing her back onto the bench, this time
lying on her back.
“Get your legs up and show me your asshole again,” the new man
ordered.
Emily blinked and looked down to the massive erection that was
snarling and spitting out juice, wondering how the hell she was
going to be able to do this while lying on the bench. Surely she
would topple off, but the big man insisted. Defeated, Emily nodded
and slowly lifted her legs, gripping them in her hands. She started
to tumble, rolling to the side and had to abandon the
attempt.
The hunky Italian looked mightily cross. Emily could feel his
eyes glaring through the dark shades he still wore. A hand was
being raised, Hades was poised to strike and dish out more pain if
his underworld ride did not obey. Fortunately Her Master came to
her rescue and solved the problem. As Emily tried to lift her legs
again, he leaned over her and reached for her ankles, pulling them
painfully back. This caused Emily’s ass to lift off the bench and
curl over to be inspected in the new position. Emily gripped the
sides of the bench to steady herself further while her legs were
held open, obscenely presenting her asshole to the
Italian.
Hades laughed. He prodded the pucker again with a big thick
finger then he looked up to his fellow abuser.
“You were right – it’s a really nice ass – as good as any I’ve
ever seen. And it’s tight as well, even though she’s been opened
up.” Then with a hearty laugh the big stud added, “But I doubt if
she’ll still be tight once I’m finished with her. Few women ever
are!”
Emily shook her head and was only able to groan. Her entire
body was shaking in fear and anticipation. The Italian spat on his
hands and spread the saliva over his fingers. Emily cringed and
tightened as the new man quickly plunged them back into her rectum,
working them in and out to coat her insides.
Suddenly, the bulbous head of the big Latino’s cock was
pressed against her asshole, as the Italian crouched over her and
leaned in. He leered down, his lips curling cruelly. He teased for
a moment, pushing gently and stretching with the tapered end of his
massive knob. Emily clung to the bench, hurting her fingers as she
gripped so tight.
“Please!” she whimpered, suddenly frightened.
“Please what?” the Italian asked.
Please don’t. Emily wanted to say, but she held her tongue,
knowing this would happen anyway. A glance to Her Master gave her
strength. She feared the man, and hated him in a way, yet
worshipped him as well, and right then that’s what mattered. She
worshipped his cock and his dominant control. If this was his wish,
if this was something that he ‘needed’ then Emily must comply no
matter how badly it hurt.
“Please!” croaked Emily. “Please fuck my a...
AAAAAARRRGH!”
Emily screamed and screamed as the request was met. The
Italian thrust into her body with all his might and his
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