1. Andy's Ringed Cock -5


    Date: 12/3/2016, Categories: Fiction, Anal, Black, Slavery, Author: percyofold, Rating: 40, Source: sexstories.com

    You how much she loves You and wants to please You, Master.” Using his hard suction to hold her nipples Carl used one hand to seek out His slave’s pussy and, especially, that little cock at the top. When he found it and squeezed it slave Bee let out a groan and started to breathe heavily. She moved her thighs forward to hump His hand but got a slap instead. Letting the tit drop from his mouth He told her:- “Don’t move unless I tell you. Right slave?” “Sorry, Master.” Bee replied and kept her position. It was driving her crazy as she always was very active in her love-making. Surely He would let her respond! She felt His fingers playing with her clit and two delved deeper into her vagina. she closed her eyes and concentrated on His invasion on her. If He would replace His fingers with that Dear Hard Cock she idolised. As if by thought she didn’t have long to wait as her Master rose from under her and pushed her forward so her hands were on the couch’s back, her shins up against the front kick-board. “Open!” He commanded her, as He had done to Carol, and His slave aped the movement; head down she brought her hands back and opened her arse-cheeks. He spat into his hand and wiped it on his stiff cock and then pushed it into Bee’s arsehole. He fucked her like he was angry but he knew that Bee loved it that way – as long as he didn’t dry-fuck her, He knew that she would be happy now. It was as if a record was playing, the rhythm was in and out, constant and deep. On and on the ...
    thrusting went until it was a guess whether one would break, and who would be first. Each one knew that they had to be the last to drop and thrusting and parrying went on beyond normal fucking. Although she had been gloriously fucked by Andy, with his thick prick adorned by pussy-tearing silver rings, Carl’s long penis was her nemesis. She had only to feel it enter her and she experienced shudders and hot flushes soon to be followed with the best orgasms of her life. Possibly 20 minutes passed and the two bodies were straining to maintain the pace; Carl to show He was Master, Bee to prove she would be a great slave. Grunts came into play like two female tennis players volleying in a deciding set. Grunts got deeper and breathing became harder until both people thought they would die. Finally Carl decided to call it a day. Lose face but spare the slave he thought. He thought 3 more strokes and he’ld quit. To His amazement it was His slave who dropped to the couch. Maybe she was spent or was it she who wished her Master to save face? Whichever way it went they were content and exhausted. Carl lifted His slave up in His arms and took her to the showers, cleaned her all over – inside and out - and put her to bed. He then cleaned himself up and as he entered the bedroom found her asleep at the foot of the bed – as a slave should be. Maybe some rules will need to be changed he thought. Sleeping alone was not his cup-of-tea. He would address that. Again raising her He placed his slave on ...
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