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The Guest (Part 1) Brighid moaned as her Master’s fingers moved slowly, rhythmically in and out of her hole. Sometimes she yelped as he touched a bruised area. As always, he had fucked her hard — brutally. His foreplay could — and did, drive her to heights of desire that previously she had never experienced. But his fucking was uncompromisingly driven by a primal need to hurt and dominate. In public, he was attentive, polite, well-mannered and patient — an old-fashioned gentleman. In private, he was an animal whose only goal was satisfying his dark urges. Now, she lay beside him enjoying the long, strong fingers that probed and stretched her hole. He had fucked her asshole, filling it with his seed. His milk was her preferred lubrication. She smiled at the soft, slurping noises and grinned at the occasional fart. She knew her anus gaped from his fucking, so having his fingers inside her was no hardship. She moaned and ground down on his hand, wanting him deeper inside her. “Fist my hole, Master. Please.” She grimaced at her whining tone, but she wanted his hand deeper inside her. She wanted, needed, to be hurt more. The on the apartment door startled her. He smiled, “A present for you.” She lay back on the bed resting on several stacked pillows. Sweat from their exertions trickled down between her ample tits. She licked her lips tasting the salty tang of his cum. Man-seed oozed from cunt and hole. She was always amazed — and delighted, at his stamina, the hardness of his cock and the volume of his man-milk. As he padded to answer the door, Brighid played with her clit and cunt lips. They throbbed, swollen and sore. He had beaten her cunt with his hand, then whips and paddles before fucking her. The tingling of bruising in her tits reminded her that they had not escaped his primal slaps and bites. There was a second on the door, and she wondered who it could be. He was her Master and her Owner. After several years of training, she trusted him totally. She worshiped his cock. Inwardly, she sniggered as she watched his ass disappear from view. She also worshiped his firm ass. For a man of his age, he had great muscle tone and beautiful ass-cheeks. She hoped he would allow her to tongue his ass crack, hole and balls later. She loved the tang of sweat and shit. God, she was a slut. She heard voices — one was female. The outer door closed and she heard footsteps coming back to the master bedroom. Her heart beat faster. She was curious and a little afraid. She thought about pulling the sheets over her body but disregarded that notion. Her Master was very firm that she should always be naked in the apartment — even if they had guests. It took her a while to get used to this. Now she automatically disrobed when she entered. The sound of heels on the hardwood floor told her that their visitor was still clothed. The guest stood and gazed self-consciously around the room. Her eyes widened at the collection of toys — whips, paddles, ropes, dildos, vibes, and clamps — almost a sex shop selection that rested on chairs, window-ledges, and side-tables. She smiled nervously at Brighid and whispered, “Hi, I’m Mandy.” Brighid gave her a big smile and returned the greeting. Please check out my blog 1ToUseUHard |
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