Her Master Returns (Dark BDSM Erotica) (7 page)

“You’ve opened up real well, Blondie. Now tighten around me
and fuck yourself on my dick. Show me how much you love my cock,
and show my friend how much you lust after his.”

Lost in the sex, Emily obeyed. She tightened at the back and
relaxed at the front then started to rock back and forwards,
sliding up and down on Her Master’s fleshy pole whilst gobbling
down the Italian monster again, deep-throating the brute as she
fucked herself. Back and forth Emily swayed, impaling her vagina as
she freed her gullet then emptying her pussy as she stuffed her
face. The men just stood there, moaning out their pleasure, letting
Emily dish it out as best she could.

A third hard slap announced another change. Again Her Master
grabbed her by the hips and started fucking her wildly. Emily’s
pussy ignited and exploded in delight – her whole body shook with
the intensity of her pleasure. As Her Master rode her, ploughing
her cunt, Emily sucked and bobbed, manically blowing. The Italian
held her head and started to fuck as well, leaning over so he could
watch the other show, grinning as he gazed at the well stretched
shaved lips, the glistening pink petals getting dragged in and
out.

Then determined not to get over carried away in the mouth, the
Italian stallion pulled his cock out and stood there watching as
Emily got fucked good and hard, leaning further over so he could
grope her buttocks and give them the occasional slap.

Emily took the shafting on shaking legs, groaning with every
thrust from Her Master’s big plundering dick, and every smack from
the Italian’s big strong hands. It was a good honest doggy
shagging, dirty and rough, made all the better and hideously more
foreboding by the view Emily had; for as her pussy got pounded by
eight good inches, she was staring at something stunningly bigger,
gloriously hard and hungry for more sex!

Her Nemesis Master rode her and rode her hard. He and Emily
were moaning, growling and groaning. The Italian before her was
growling as well; grappling with butt cheeks, invading the spread
crack, and fingering the asshole that was to be fucked as well –
something that Her Master had not forgotten.

“Yeah, she’ll need that opening properly as well!” he cried,
chortling with delight at the fun he was having. He pulled out of
her cunt, his cock drizzling with her juices, and plunged the
lubricated phallus straight into her other hole. Emily howled
afresh as her bowels were plundered once again, this time by the
entirety of Her Master’s big shaft. But the howl of pain passed to
be replaced by whorish yells as the man set off on another
buggering of her ass.

He was straight into his stride, making the most of the ride,
knowing that favours weren’t necessarily on his side at this
particular moment. Harder and harder Emily’s Master shagged her,
slamming into the big Italian hands that held and groped her
buttocks. Soon he was groaning as he hammered the strokes home -
his pace of shafting becoming frantic as he galloped towards the
orgasmic line, taking Emily with him, her climax fast
approaching.

“Enough!” shouted out the Italian, spoiling the fun. “My turn
now! I do not want your spunk in there when I’m fucking
her.”

For a moment Emily thought Her Nemesis Master would defy the
big Latino hunk. He carried on ploughing what he had claimed as
his, but he eventually slowed down and made a few final lingering
thrusts, leaving Emily teetering in desperate need of finishing
off. Then Her Nemesis Master pulled out and made way for his guest
– both her holes now opened up and his bitch fully ripe, the
cunning brute having brought her to the perfect pitch.

Chapter 7

The Italian came round and replaced Emily’s Master at her
rear. Emily braced herself, fully expecting to be mounted straight
away and have than massive piece of meat stuffed inside her – cunt
then ass, for that’s what he had said. And by God that’s what she
needed – the bitch was in heat and desperate to be bred, desperate
for the climax that was waiting to explode having been brought to
the edge by Her Master.

Holding the position, legs astride the bench on which her
hands rested, Emily felt the enormity of Hades knob again, riding
her ass crack then spreading her pussy lips, just as Her Master had
earlier done. It was a poignant moment, accepting to be used by
some anonymous man, made all the more so by the face that she saw,
looking down with what appeared to be a glimmer of caring. Emotions
raged: she was prostituting herself because this man needed her to
do so; but she was hungry for the cock having been mightily
aroused; she was pleased she was giving, and delighted to be
taking. Her master was here and dictating and that had to make it
fine. He was there before her, gloriously naked, watching his
property about to be used by someone else. And that thrilled Emily
so – it flushed her very core. She almost came without the need for
penetration, but she held it back because Her Master had decreed
so...
‘Give him what you gave me – that
should do the trick.’
She had given him
her climax on the moment of entry, and now Hades was due the
same.

WHOOM!

He got it!

First came the screech as her pussy was breeched and the
massive Italian phallus plundered into her vagina, impossibly
stretching, punching at her womb. Emily’s head arched back in a
curtain of wet hair, spraying the impaler behind her. She howled to
the ceiling as her body convulsed, pain and ecstasy snarling at her
sex, stuffed so fully she thought she might burst. But the only
explosion was orgasmic in its nature – Emily’s pussy ignited and
pulsed around the mass of flesh inside it. Every cell in her body
screamed in sexual bliss.

The man lustily groaned, mightily impressed – the woman’s
orgasmic cunt was Nirvana to his rigid tingling man-flesh. Thrilled
to the high heavens he punched into her again, then again and
again, screwing the bitch, riding the climax that ran and ran. As
he fucked her he pawed at her, groping the youthful flesh, and with
the other hand he whacked the wobbly buttocks, looking forward to
getting his cock inside that as well, making her come again with
the buggering he would give.

Having already come, the man fucked her long after Emily’s own
climax had passed. He fucked her hard and he fucked her slow,
groping her ass, playing with her tits, enjoying her cunt with his
incredible big dick. All the while Emily groaned at the pleasuring
she was getting, happy in the knowledge that she was doing what was
needed, and that the chore had turned out to be so wonderfully
rewarding. She looked over to the man who was merrily ploughing
her, showing with her eyes her thanks and appreciation. And she
looked to Her Master with gratitude and longing – showing him that
it was He that she really wanted, although she was happy to do
whatever he commanded.

“Now the ass!” the Italian announced after a timeless length
of screwing Emily’s cunt. He pulled fully out and Emily braced
herself for another invasion, and a blast of pain that might not be
orgasmic. But that didn’t happen. Instead the guest of honour took
a moment to appreciate further what he was about to enjoy. Showing
a surprising degree of class and finesse, he stroked Emily’s
buttocks, caressing the flesh he had earlier belted and spanked. He
gave a few more gentle slaps so the mounds would wobble, delighting
in their incredible full roundness. Then he spread the cheeks so he
could inspect the anus which was gaping after the hard shagging it
had taken from Her Master. It was an intimacy that added to the
degradation, making Emily feel like a piece of meat that was being
inspected before being devoured. It made her feel cheap, although
that was far from the case... and it made her feel horny as
hell.

In no rush to bugger her, the big Italian did some exploring
with his fingers - entering first with just the index to stroke the
silky lining of Emily’s chute. Well stretched as she was, Emily
clenched around it, pulsing with her muscles as her internal flesh
got rubbed. She wanted to please and she wanted to thank. She
wanted Her Master whom she knew she could handle, but she wanted
this man as well. She was a cock loving slut and she wanted it all
– to be savagely rode and totally devoured.

That was sure to happen, but all in good time. More fingers
were what she got for the time being: two then three then finally
four plunging into her guts. Emily feared for a moment that a fifth
might be added and the Italian would elect to fist her instead. His
hands were so big, even bigger than his humungous cock – it would
be a nightmare from hell if he tried.

Thankfully he didn’t, but elsewhere in the room a man was
watching – his cock on fire, his unloaded balls again heavy and
aching, his fingers twitching – thinking, thinking, another twist
might be in order to add to the fun.

Meanwhile the Italian finished with his frigging and announced
he was now ready to screw the living daylights out of this dirty
little bitch! A choice little phrase that got everyone’s
attention!

Thrilled but wary, Emily held her position and braced herself
for another shafting from the rear by that brutishly colossal cock.
But then suddenly there was a change of mood when the Italian
wrestled Emily around, forcing her back onto the bench, this time
lying on her back.

“Get your legs up and show me your asshole again,” the new man
ordered.

Emily blinked and looked down to the massive erection that was
snarling and spitting out juice, wondering how the hell she was
going to be able to do this while lying on the bench. Surely she
would topple off, but the big man insisted. Defeated, Emily nodded
and slowly lifted her legs, gripping them in her hands. She started
to tumble, rolling to the side and had to abandon the
attempt.

The hunky Italian looked mightily cross. Emily could feel his
eyes glaring through the dark shades he still wore. A hand was
being raised, Hades was poised to strike and dish out more pain if
his underworld ride did not obey. Fortunately Her Master came to
her rescue and solved the problem. As Emily tried to lift her legs
again, he leaned over her and reached for her ankles, pulling them
painfully back. This caused Emily’s ass to lift off the bench and
curl over to be inspected in the new position. Emily gripped the
sides of the bench to steady herself further while her legs were
held open, obscenely presenting her asshole to the
Italian.

Hades laughed. He prodded the pucker again with a big thick
finger then he looked up to his fellow abuser.

“You were right – it’s a really nice ass – as good as any I’ve
ever seen. And it’s tight as well, even though she’s been opened
up.” Then with a hearty laugh the big stud added, “But I doubt if
she’ll still be tight once I’m finished with her. Few women ever
are!”

Emily shook her head and was only able to groan. Her entire
body was shaking in fear and anticipation. The Italian spat on his
hands and spread the saliva over his fingers. Emily cringed and
tightened as the new man quickly plunged them back into her rectum,
working them in and out to coat her insides.

Suddenly, the bulbous head of the big Latino’s cock was
pressed against her asshole, as the Italian crouched over her and
leaned in. He leered down, his lips curling cruelly. He teased for
a moment, pushing gently and stretching with the tapered end of his
massive knob. Emily clung to the bench, hurting her fingers as she
gripped so tight.

“Please!” she whimpered, suddenly frightened.

“Please what?” the Italian asked.

Please don’t. Emily wanted to say, but she held her tongue,
knowing this would happen anyway. A glance to Her Master gave her
strength. She feared the man, and hated him in a way, yet
worshipped him as well, and right then that’s what mattered. She
worshipped his cock and his dominant control. If this was his wish,
if this was something that he
‘needed’
then Emily must comply no
matter how badly it hurt.

“Please!” croaked Emily. “Please fuck my a...
AAAAAARRRGH!”

Emily screamed and screamed as the request was met. The
Italian thrust into her body with all his might and his massive
dick went bullying home. It plunged into Emily’s guts, past her
aching ring and bludgeoning through her flesh to plunder into her
bowels. The Italian stallion was unrelenting – the girth of his
cock stretching Emily’s rectum, but friction did not hinder him in
any way. He pushed and he pushed until he was all the way in her
and his groin was grazing Emily’s battered ass cheeks.

Emily yelled repeatedly as her guts went into spasm, clamping
around the gigantic shaft and the huge bulbous glans at the end of
the phallus which felt like it was in Emily’s stomach, so deep was
the penetration.

“Please!!!” Emily yelled. Please what she couldn’t tell you.
There was pain and there was warped pleasure, both enormous like
the cock, mingling together, hurting and thrilling like nothing
before.

The hunky Italian held himself there, moaning softly as he
enjoyed the pulsing of Emily’s chute around his throbbing
blood-engorged meat, and he grinded into the buttocks, feeling
their heat and sensuous fullness. He gave it over a minute: a
consideration perhaps to allow Emily to adapt, but mainly just to
relish the ass before embarking on the shafting he was going to
dish out.