Her Master Returns (Dark BDSM Erotica) (6 page)

Chapter 5

“Yeah, me too!” echoed Emily’s Master. “On the floor Blondie!
Crawl over to the urinal.”

Emily gawped at Her Master who had moved back to the head of
the bench, his semi-hard cock again out of his flies, held in his
hand and being waved around. It looked so beautiful – big and
angry, raw and sexual even though it wasn’t fully hard. Emily
cursed herself for wanting it so much, and wanting that other cock
that had just violated her throat – wanting to be fucked, treated
like a slut – wanting them so much that she would agree to
this.

Beyond protest, Emily obeyed. She clambered off the bench and
crawled to the far wall where the urinal was, stinking of piss. She
knelt beside it, head bowed.

“No chance, Blondie. You know you want to see this. You want
to see the piss gushing from our cocks. You want to taste the
flavour, swill it around your mouth. Am I right?”

Emily looked up, appalled at herself – totally revolted that
she would speak the truth. “Yes Master,” she replied and left her
mouth open, offering a target for the men.

Emily flicked her glance between the two members, both so
large – one slightly softening just having come, the other
hardening, getting ready for more sex. Emily’s pussy and asshole
pulsed in anticipation whilst she braced herself for the watery
foreplay.

“Ahhh!” cried Her Master as he started to piss - a hot,
powerful yellow stream of strong smelling, heavily concentrated
urine, flushed out his cock, and gushed straight onto Emily’s head.
The powerful stream caught her full in the face, getting in her
eyes which she had to force closed, washing her ears, drenching her
brow, and soaking her hair. Emily felt like she was being scalded
as the piss patterned her face, the smell of ammonia strong and
pungent.

Drops of urine ran into her mouth. Emily was revolted but
couldn’t resist licking her lips to garner more of the liquid,
tasting its strong acrid flavour. More followed, Her Master aiming
directly into her mouth, Emily swallowed some of the ghastly juice
- the rest gurgled over her lips and cascaded down her chin onto
her breasts then down to the floor.

“Ahh!” came another voice, this sigh Italian.

Emily forced her eyes open as she was struck like a punch, so
she could witness the sight of Hades urinating with all the
strength of a horse. It sloshed from his cock as a powerful jet,
splattering Emily all over her face. She was pissed on from the
right and sprayed from the left – two streams of urine battling
over her face as her tongue lashed around to sample both
flavours.

Her Master aimed lower, moving from Emily’s face to spray her
all over her frontage, emptying his full bladder onto her body,
washing her down. The hot liquid splashed over her breasts and
downwards over her stomach, soaking Emily thoroughly from head to
knees with his golden piss. The pressure behind the jet was
mightily impressive, and Emily could feel it as it hit her skin
like a blast from a power-hose.

Meanwhile Hades changed position and aimed at Emily’s back. It
ran down her spine and collected in her gulley, a torrent of
Italian piss gushing over her asshole, Emily anally slurping some
in to sting her hungry chute.

Front and back, Emily got soaked – the piss running off her to
splash on the floor and run down a nearby drain. Both men finally
ended at Emily’s genitals, which the young woman brazenly offered
up, leaning back to present her puffy pussy. Still lapping up the
dregs that had washed her face and swallowing the piss down, Emily
whorishly groaned as two jets pattered against her bald puffy lips.
Her Master came to an end, the Italian kept flowing, directing it
onto Emily’s slit.

“On your back, Blondie!” Her Master commanded. “Ass in the air
to show my friend your hole.”

Drunk on the depravity, stinking like the urinal on the hard
cement floor, Emily hurriedly obeyed before the stream ran out. She
got into position, curling her legs up to present the man her
asshole which got splattered and drenched; Emily’s opening her ring
to take some of the piss in. She was screaming out her lust, a
disgusting slut writhing in muck when the Italian finally drained
his bladder.

Laughing at his bitch’s filthy display, Emily’s Master grabbed
her by her pissed soaked hair. She was pulled to her feet and
pushed to the urinal, bending over so she held it by the rim and
her head was sunk into the stinking bowl.

“Dirty bitch!” snarled Her Master. “Dirty, dirty,
bitch!”

Then he was behind her, his cock now fully hard. One hard push
and he was in her, bulling past her ring and into her guts - Emily
howling like the bitch she was.

“Ahhh!” Her Master hissed again as he released the final flush
of piss he had purposely held back.

Emily gasped and moaned as she was internally warmed, the hot
liquid sloshing inside her bowels. Her ring was aching from the
sudden stretch but that mattered little to this cock loving whore.
Her Master was in her. Half of his cock was up Emily’s ass, and
that made her feel so wonderfully complete. She clenched around it
and the piss that he gave – this incredible gift of body
fluid.

“Ah yes, Blondie,” growled the man as his stream came to an
end and he pumped with half his cock. “I’m going to fuck you now.
Fuck you like a bitch, doggy style from behind. But first you need
to clean yourself before I give you the rest of this bone and grind
against your butt cheeks. In the shower Blondie, then back on the
bench so the party can really get started.”

Chapter 6

Emily wished they had just fucked her straight away.
Everything had become blurred, like in a weird surreal dream of
Dali proportions: bizarre, degrading, yet totally thrilling. Once
again the man had surpassed himself, taking Emily to a new level of
sexual high, and a new depth of depravity she would never had
thought in her: to be pissed upon and wallow in the action; to
taste men’s urine and drink the stuff down. It had been so
disgusting and incredibly exciting.

But now the shower was awakening Emily: the water, lukewarm,
tingling her skin, freshening her body, cleaning it for the men,
but freshening her mind as well, dragging her back from the
depravity she had drowned in. Here under a cascade of unsullied
water, in enclosed solitude for a moment, Emily’s sense of
propriety came back to torment her. She was still wearing her
collar with the chain lead attached – this symbol of her status: a
slave to Her Master; a bitch to be used and shared around. As she
cleaned herself, it was a constant reminder of what she had done
and what she had become – and that more than any of the smacks from
the men, stung at her very being.

Yet she still wanted more. In the shower she knew shame and
repugnance for her behaviour, but the hands she used to wash the
sticky piss from her body constantly came into contact with a
slavering pussy that got gratuitously fingered. She was going to
get fucked and used by both men and Emily knew that deep down that
was exactly what she wanted: to be taken rough and dirty by
dominant men with big hard cocks.

Of course as luck would have it, Emily got caught red handed.
She was fingering her pussy when the shower door was pulled open
and Her Master stood there naked and grinning.

“Tut tut, Blondie!” the man mocked, embarrassing Emily all the
more. “Can’t you wait? You’re such a cock slut. Perhaps I should
make you a present of a model of my cock and you can have it inside
you whilst you sit at your work desk. Would you like that, Blondie?
Would you like to have me permanently inside you?”

Emily said nothing. She just gawped at the magnificence of Her
Master’s body: the muscular chest and flat ripped stomach, all
covered in a fine mat of shiny black hair. And her eyes were drawn
to the topic of conversation – the beautiful erection that towered
from his groin, so big and potent and wonderfully
satisfying.

“Answer me, Blondie!” yelled the man.

“Yes Master,” Emily replied, her voice choking on her shame
and the hideous acceptance that she was speaking the truth. “I
would dearly love to have such a gift. I would prefer the real
thing, but when not available, it would be thrilling to have such a
model inside me.”

Without thinking, Emily sunk to her knees. With the shower
water still splattering onto her back, she knelt before Her Master
and bowed her head. It was an act that came so oddly natural, as
did the words that she subsequently spoke when she raised her head
to gaze at the erection before her.

“It is so beautiful. And you were right – I have longed for it
to be inside me again. To have it permanently inside me would be an
amazing thing – a true torment of sexual bliss.”

“Then if you do well today, I might reward you as such. He has
earned a right to enjoy you – make sure that he does. Give him what
you gave me – that should do the trick.”

“I will try Master: but he is so big. Too big I think, unlike
you who have the perfect sized penis. May I kiss it?”

“Yes. Then crawl out of the shower and get on the bench. I
need more than your lips – I need your shaved cunt, Blondie. Nice
idea by the way!”

Overjoyed that Her Master was going to fuck her again, and
that he had noticed the change she had made for his pleasure, Emily
leaned further forward and planted the kiss on the base of the
man’s shaft. She trailed her tongue slowly up to the glans which
again was kissed, tongued and sucked – truly worshipped by this
cock loving slut. Then Her Master reached over to turn off the
shower. He took hold of Emily’s leash and chugged her to attention,
pulling her away from the tingling erection, leaving it lobbing
lewdly up and down.

On hands and knees Emily was brought back into the room where
the quiet man was waiting, naked as well, apart from his shoes and
socks which were supported by a pair of black garters. It made for
an odd, but very impressive sight. Emily gazed at the bulk of the
man: a massive burly hunk, who unlike Her Master was smooth of
chest. He was slightly bloated at the stomach, too much pasta
perhaps and not enough sit ups, but he carried it well with his
imposing build, and of course any flaw could be forgiven when there
was a thick column of meat sticking out of his groin, hard and
gnarled with veins, like an old tree trunk.

The Italian stallion threw Emily the towel which she used to
quickly dry herself. Then she was led by Her Master back to the
bench where she was manhandled into a different position, this time
standing astride the bench, her legs parted wide and her torso bent
forwards so that her hands rested on the bench, her head looking
forward. The chain leash was left dangling from her collared neck
along with her string of pearls.

“So Blondie, you are a very lucky bitch,” announced Her Master
from behind, slapping his erection across Emily’s buttocks. “My
friend has agreed to let me fuck you first. As you can see, he is
an unusually well endowed man, and has consented to let me open you
up for him. What have you to say to him?”

“Thank you sir,” bleated Emily as she gazed at the huge cock
before her, wondering how on earth she would manage to take it up
either of her fuck holes. It was so unnaturally big, not just the
length, it was frighteningly thick – it would be like giving birth
without any drugs to numb the pain.

But it was still an incredible specimen, and Emily was
positively drooling gazing at it whilst Her Master’s knob pressed
it into the crack of her ass, rode up and down the crevice before
heading south to her gushing snatch. She swayed her ass in
anticipation. He had promised her hours of rutting her pussy, but
even a few minutes of preparation would be a thrill beyond
belief.

SMACK!

“Arrrgh!” yelled Emily as her right buttock was slapped good
and hard, Her Master’s hand stinging the skin.

“Keep still, you dirty bitch!” the man snarled, grappling the
sore buttock he’d just smacked.

Bizarrely elated to be treated like this, Emily forced herself
to obey. She gazed at a cock as another slid into her folds, riding
the slit and rubbing her clit then settling over the hungry hole.
One hard thrust of his hips and the man was back in her, the head
bullying its way into Emily’s vagina. Emily screamed as her walls
were violently stretched then she screamed again as her hips were
grabbed and the man dragged her back onto his impaling dick,
filling her up with all eight inches of his thick masterful
meat.

“Suck me as well!” ordered the Italian, moving a step closer
so Emily could accept him.

It was a moment of complete and utter bliss for Emily. She
opened up wide to suck the Italian’s knob - the big stud not
forcing, just allowing Emily to pleasure him as such. Meanwhile the
initial pain was passing, and Emily was treated to a slow sensuous
shafting – Her Master riding her with lingering strokes. It truly
blew Emily’s mind – the fucking was so good, and the cock in her
mouth so big and delicious. She could feel the virility of both the
men, smouldering beasts with simmering testosterone, enjoying
themselves before they explode and ravished.

After a few minutes of this bliss, Emily’s ass was smacked
again, another hard wallop across the right buttock which was
already red from the belting she’d taken.