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yelled.
He pounded me with full determination as I clamped down hard with my sex on his cock. I started to squirt again, panting and moaning. My arms gave way and buckled causing me to fall forward. He put his hands on the top of my shoulders, pulling back on them while he pounded me furiously.
“You need this don’t you , bitch?” he dug his nails in harshly.
“Yes, Sir,” I gasped, not wanting to displease him in this state.
He groaned loudly as he started to come, his cock thump ing hard in my tight swollen cunt.
“Take it slut, take it all, ” he commanded, as his hips started to slow gradually, his come spurting repeatedly into my hot tender pussy.
Without warning or hesitation, he grabbed my hair and pulled me upright. I gasped loudly making a squealing noise. He spun me around wildly, and pushed me so that I fell onto the sofa. He stood up on the couch with his feet on each side of my thighs and his hands on the back of the couch. He squatted so that his cock was thrust before my lips. “Clean it off. Suck it now ,” he growled, forcing it into my mouth.
His hands were gripping the back of the sofa as he thrust himself fast hard and deep into the back of my throat gagging me several times. My pussy oozed all over the couch with each gag. He moved one hand to the back of my neck and started to force my head forward and back. I squealed franticly wrapping my hands around the backs of his thighs.
“Fuck yes that’s it!” he shouted. “Swallow my cock!” He pumped another load of come into me, holding deep in the back of my throat. “Swallow it. Swallow my fucking come.”
His hips moved slowly as I gasped for air, my hands on the back of his thighs squeezing hard. He was breathing hard as he pulled his cock from my mouth and got off the sofa and sat next to me, his chest heaving as he strained to catch his breath. I wiped the slobber from my lips and the tears from my face.
I was scared to look over at him. I couldn’t make sense of the primal lust that had just occurred as I sat there in the puddle of our filth. “I need to use the bathroom,” I said softly.
He turned to face me while he adjusted himself, still breathing moderately hard. He slapped my face mildly. “Lesson number three,” he panted.
“I need to use the bathroom, Sir.” I redeemed myself quickly.
“Go , precious, be mindful of the chain and get a couple of bottles of water from the fridge on your way back.” He slapped my tender ass as I stood up to walk away. “And get a towel too you messy little slut.”
When I returned, he had put his pants back on and gotten himself a fresh whiskey.
“Put the water on the coffee table and kneel, Princess.”
I complied by kneeling the way he had shown me.
“Drink all of it. Your body needs it after the amount of fluids you just lost ,” he said, opening one of the bottles and handing it to me. He took the towel and wiped up the mess as I drank. The water was cool and refreshing as it washed the salty taste from my mouth and throat.
“You have learned enough for one day , Princess, you need some rest.” He sat forward on the edge of the sofa and unlocked the collar from around my neck. “Get up, I’ll show you where you’re going to sleep.” He helped me up and held my arm while he walked me to one of the closed doors adjacent from the kitchen. He opened the door and turned the light on.
The room was small with only a bed and a small table and lamp. He pulled back the sheets and instructed me to lie down, pulling the sheets up just under my breasts as he sat on the edge of the bed. He put one hand to each side of my chest and leaned down . “This door locks from the outside. I am up by seven in the morning. If you should need me for anything before then just knock loudly on the door, understand me?” His eyes were doing that back and forth searching look that I utterly hated.
“Yes , Sir,” my voice sounded weak and lost.
His right hand
He pounded me with full determination as I clamped down hard with my sex on his cock. I started to squirt again, panting and moaning. My arms gave way and buckled causing me to fall forward. He put his hands on the top of my shoulders, pulling back on them while he pounded me furiously.
“You need this don’t you , bitch?” he dug his nails in harshly.
“Yes, Sir,” I gasped, not wanting to displease him in this state.
He groaned loudly as he started to come, his cock thump ing hard in my tight swollen cunt.
“Take it slut, take it all, ” he commanded, as his hips started to slow gradually, his come spurting repeatedly into my hot tender pussy.
Without warning or hesitation, he grabbed my hair and pulled me upright. I gasped loudly making a squealing noise. He spun me around wildly, and pushed me so that I fell onto the sofa. He stood up on the couch with his feet on each side of my thighs and his hands on the back of the couch. He squatted so that his cock was thrust before my lips. “Clean it off. Suck it now ,” he growled, forcing it into my mouth.
His hands were gripping the back of the sofa as he thrust himself fast hard and deep into the back of my throat gagging me several times. My pussy oozed all over the couch with each gag. He moved one hand to the back of my neck and started to force my head forward and back. I squealed franticly wrapping my hands around the backs of his thighs.
“Fuck yes that’s it!” he shouted. “Swallow my cock!” He pumped another load of come into me, holding deep in the back of my throat. “Swallow it. Swallow my fucking come.”
His hips moved slowly as I gasped for air, my hands on the back of his thighs squeezing hard. He was breathing hard as he pulled his cock from my mouth and got off the sofa and sat next to me, his chest heaving as he strained to catch his breath. I wiped the slobber from my lips and the tears from my face.
I was scared to look over at him. I couldn’t make sense of the primal lust that had just occurred as I sat there in the puddle of our filth. “I need to use the bathroom,” I said softly.
He turned to face me while he adjusted himself, still breathing moderately hard. He slapped my face mildly. “Lesson number three,” he panted.
“I need to use the bathroom, Sir.” I redeemed myself quickly.
“Go , precious, be mindful of the chain and get a couple of bottles of water from the fridge on your way back.” He slapped my tender ass as I stood up to walk away. “And get a towel too you messy little slut.”
When I returned, he had put his pants back on and gotten himself a fresh whiskey.
“Put the water on the coffee table and kneel, Princess.”
I complied by kneeling the way he had shown me.
“Drink all of it. Your body needs it after the amount of fluids you just lost ,” he said, opening one of the bottles and handing it to me. He took the towel and wiped up the mess as I drank. The water was cool and refreshing as it washed the salty taste from my mouth and throat.
“You have learned enough for one day , Princess, you need some rest.” He sat forward on the edge of the sofa and unlocked the collar from around my neck. “Get up, I’ll show you where you’re going to sleep.” He helped me up and held my arm while he walked me to one of the closed doors adjacent from the kitchen. He opened the door and turned the light on.
The room was small with only a bed and a small table and lamp. He pulled back the sheets and instructed me to lie down, pulling the sheets up just under my breasts as he sat on the edge of the bed. He put one hand to each side of my chest and leaned down . “This door locks from the outside. I am up by seven in the morning. If you should need me for anything before then just knock loudly on the door, understand me?” His eyes were doing that back and forth searching look that I utterly hated.
“Yes , Sir,” my voice sounded weak and lost.
His right hand
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