1. Slave For You


    Date: 11/26/2015, Categories: Hardcore, Author: MissCarmelle, Rating: 6, Source: LushStories

    second finger, closely followed by a third. He listened to the hitch in her breath and slapped her left buttock. The sting robbed her of breath momentarily and her vagina pooled wetness, he increased his speed as he fingered her. He continued to strike her buttock on interval as his speed increased still. Carmelle panted lightly as he hit her g-spot, he was pummelling her pussy, his arm pumping as his fingers drove deeper inside her so that she moaned. A crop whipped her arse and thigh as she gasped; his punishments were the greatest pleasure. He pounded her pussy for a few more minutes before sliding his fingers out slowly, one by one until she dripped onto the mattress. Her juices trickling down her thighs, as her body heaved with each husky "You've made my hand sticky, slut." “I’m sorry Master.” “Suck it clean.” He thrust his hand into her mouth, he held her by the scruff of the neck as he forced her to suck his hand. Her chocolate eyes fluttered wide with shock as he crushed the bulk of his hand into her mouth. Her rose red lips stretched around him as she sucked all of his fingers and thumb to the knuckle. She could barely breathe for lust, her nose flared as she struggled to inhale. Her Master smiled at her, pressing a gentle kiss to her forehead before withdrawing his hand, he slapped her hard and she snapped out of the haze she had fallen into. “Suck my cock, bitch." She looked at his engorged dick and shook her head as much as her ties would allow. “That was an ...
    order, slut.” “No, Master.” He struck her again, a little harder. Once more, she shook her head and his slap increased. Her cheek was flushed pink at the blow but she clamped her mouth shut. He struck her again, harder and she shook her head. He hit her repeatedly until she grunted; he was impressed at her endurance. She hung her head as much as the taut line between her collar and the hook would allow, he wondered for a second if he had struck her too hard. She was only small, her petite frame was perfectly proportioned but she stood only a couple of inches above five foot and was dwarfed beside his frame as he stood over six feet. Carmelle raised her head and glared at her Master. He smirked and struck her again before going to the toybox, he shoved a spider gag into her mouth despite her attempts to bite him. He secured the gag around her head and slapped her for insolence. “Feisty, aren’t we tonight my beautiful slave?” Unable to speak, Carmelle continued to glare at him, he held his prone python in front of her. Her Master paused for a second before thrusting into her throat. She gagged instantly and thrashed but could not move against the chain. Putting his legs around her chest, he bucked beneath her, driving his penis deeper in her throat relentlessly until tears streaked her cheeks. He withdrew from her and wiped away the tears with soft kisses on both of her cheeks. Looking down at her, she looked so perfect with the metal prongs of the spider pressing into her cheeks ...
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