Her Master Returns (Dark BDSM Erotica) (8 page)

Then slowly the big man pulled his dick out, groaning all the
while, savouring the action and Emily’s tormented expression. But
he did not empty Emily completely; he paused with his big knob
still inside.

“Stroke me,” the new abuser quietly commanded.

Instead of raging in protest and pushing both men away from
her, Emily mindlessly complied. She grunted as she struggled to
lean forward, yelping again as the Italian’s massive member pushed
a bit further inside her. Emily gripped the vastness of the shaft
that remained outside and began to stroke him; masturbating him
while he impaled her ass again.

Glancing up to the man’s face, Emily noted her new violator’s
expression. The big Italian smiled as he slowly squeezed back into
Emily’s ass, relishing the friction and the pain that it gave.
Emily hated him for it. She hated him for hurting her so much. The
pain was agonizing, yet Emily’s pussy was puffy and gushing,
jealous as all hell that it wasn’t still getting filled. Obeying
the order, Emily stroked furiously at the shaft that was available
to her hand, a part of her hoping the big brute would come before
he could get all of his enormous cock back inside her; another part
of her, a bigger part, the cock loving slut part, prayed that the
man would be true to his word and bugger her senseless!

Deeper and deeper the Italian penetrated. Eventually Emily’s
fist was trapped between the bull-like balls and her own quivering
ass. Grinning madly, wanting to impale fully again, the Italian
reached down and pulled Emily’s fist from around his cock, before
sliding inside her the last few inches, forcing in every fraction
he had, stuffing Emily even fuller than before.

Hades grinned down, enjoying the suffering he was clearly
causing. He held himself fully in Emily for a few moments,
savouring the anguish and the pulsating of the violated chute, so
alive in its torment around his huge shaft. Then he slowly emptied
Emily again. Emily hollered in protest - the feeling of that
massive cock leaving her was as bad as it was filling her up. She
could feel her guts getting dragged out of her body as they clung
tightly stretched around the thick naked shaft.

When she was nearly emptied, Emily steeled herself for that
agonizing feeling of a big cock pulling out of her ass. But it
didn’t happen. The man kept his huge knob in and thrust again,
slowly refilling the guts. Emily’s entire body stiffened and she
uttered a loud gasp. The mammoth sized penis pushed past all the
muscles inside her, opening her wider than ever. Finally Emily felt
the Italian’s balls against her, resting heavy and potent on the
bottom of her back. Emily twisted and writhed, whimpering and
moaning, stuffed to the brim with throbbing meat. It was an agony
of hurt, but beneath the layer of hideous pain was the euphoria of
being so completely jammed full of cock. Her pussy was salivating,
screaming with need. She reached down and touched herself, fingers
stroking the puffy flesh inside her lips, rubbing her swollen
clit.

He smiled again and suddenly began to pump slowly in and out
of her. With each thrust she cried out and bawled. Hades enormous
cock head bullied into her; hurting her, yet thrilling her, driving
her insane with the cocktail of pleasure and pain. After a few
thrust Emily was tossing her head and writhing on the bench like
the whore she was.

The ache remained as the Italian fucked her harder, pistoning
his colossal shaft into Emily’s bowels; but through that pain
dawned a wondrous pleasure – the pleasure of a cock slut being
thoroughly abused. Within a few minutes of this incredible shafting
from a cock that was freakishly large, Emily was panting, moaning
out her lust. The pain soon ebbed. The Italian carried on fucking,
pumping away with his phenomenal dick, not giving a toss if Emily
was enjoying it or not.

But of course she was – Emily was a cock loving slut and soon
she was begging the Italian stallion to fuck her harder; babbling
and bleating for the massive cock to ride her raw, whilst
frantically pleasuring her own needy sex, whorishly screaming out
her ravenous lust.

Wham! Bang! Slam! The Italian humped at her madly. The bench
was shunting backwards, scraping against the cement floor, echoing
off the changing room walls, adding to the growls of the man on top
and the whorish howls of the woman getting rode, her ass getting
pounded as if by a sledge hammer.

“Play with me!” the Italian demanded.

Mad with the sex, Emily pulled her hand away from her pussy
and her grip on the bench. One hand reached out to fondle the big
balls, the other to stroke the Italian’s cock each time the big man
emptied her. As his shaft would leave her ass, Emily’s fist would
be there to grip it, then moving away as he impaled her again. And
what a buzz that gave her - it felt so good to touch the enormity
of what fucked her – Emily couldn’t get enough of this incredible
big dick. She was a raging whore, a snarling bitch in heat. She
wanted so desperately to be used and seen for what she was. There
were no thoughts any more about doing this for Her Master, all she
was aware of was the glory of the buggering – wild and crazy, rough
and dirty, totally fulfilling for a cock loving slut who was
getting the fucking of her life.

Wham! Bang! Slam! The Italian
pounded away with unrelenting vigour, and Emily screamed out
her pleasure again and again as the big man violently screwed her.
Above, Her Master was holding her legs and chortling with pleasure,
his cock lobbing up and down, spitting out juice onto Emily’s face.
But the young woman barely registered this; her eyes were fixed to
the man who was rutting her, his massive body proudly naked and
glistening with sweat. Emily’s mind was consumed with the
incredible sex – she was oblivious to all else – a ravenous
snarling cock loving bitch that was wonderfully pounded by an
enormous piece of meat.

“Enjoying it, bitch?” Emily heard Her Master ask, the words
floating into her head in a mist.

“Oh! God yes!” Emily hollered, innately responding, as the
Italian stallion slammed repeatedly into her ass. “Yes, Master!
It’s sensational. God, he’s so big, but it feels so
good!”

“Tell him,” Her Master ordered.

“Thank you, sir!” Emily howled, gazing at the man who towered
above her and hammered into her with ferocious vigour. “Thank you
for fucking me! And please, please, fuck me more!” she
wailed.

Happy to oblige, the big Italian pushed Emily’s hands to the
side, then unimpeded he ploughed into her really hard, pulling all
the way out so she could ram back into Emily’s gaping hole. With no
care for finesse he thrust his cock home, punching his massive
throbbing meat into Emily’s pulsating guts with a rapid and brutal
rhythm.

“
Arrrgh! God! Yes! Oh, sir! YESSSS!!!” Emily screamed, her
hands flaying at air before returning to the bench to claw at the
edge so hard her fingers hurt.

The Italian carried on slamming and riding her brutally – his
face contorted with savage lust and a need to release the mounting
pressure in his balls that was building with every slap the big
nuts made on Emily’s tingling back.

Emily bawled out her pleasure, urging the stud on, wanting it
to last, wanting him to come, her own body quivering, washed with
waves that threatening to drown her again in orgasmic
bliss.

Wham! Bang! Slam! The Italian
pressed on, snarling out his pleasure as he wildly fucked
away. Emily was howling as well, holding herself right on the edge
of climax, watching and listening, feeling the cock inside her. The
growling grew louder, the face contorted further, and the cock grew
bigger, an impossibly large organ ploughing into Emily’s
guts.

“Yes!” cried Emily, egging the brute on, and judging the time
was just about right, she finally let go. “Yes! Yes!!! Oh sir! I’m
coming. Oh God, it’s so good! I’m coming! I’m coming!
Arrrgh!”

As her body convulsed in another massive climax, Emily’s ass
muscles clenched around the Italian’s massive. The Italian howled
in delight as he glared down at her and felt Emily’s chute pulse
orgasmically around his cock. He carried on fucking, slamming it
in, sweat dripping from his brow and drool from his
mouth.

Emily was howling as she came and came. The big Italian stud
fucked all the way through it, making it run and run. Then he
carried on fucking for a few seconds more before he himself
surrendered with a mighty roar and an explosion inside Emily’s
guts. He slammed into the body and grinded against the full round
cheeks; snarling and stabbing as he let it all rip out – blast
after blast of powerful spurts, splashing at the walls of Emily’s
bowels.

For almost a minute the big brute climaxed.
More and more cum filled Emily’s guts - it seemed
like he would never stop pouring out his copious release. But he
did. After an eternity of ejaculation that left a river of cum
flowing out of Emily’s ass, the big man grunted his last and
squeezed out the final portion of his mess. She stayed inside
Emily, moaning out her pleasure, still gently fucking with his
enormous dick. Then finally he pulled that monster out from Emily’s
palpitating ass, leaving it slack and gaping, like a busted fruit
with cream poured over.

“Nice!” came a voice floating on a mist. One man was spent but
one was still hungry and that gaping asshole was ripe for the
taking. Emily’s evening of mind-blowing sex was most definitely far
from over.

Chapter 8

Emily was shaking and spasming when Her Nemesis Master finally
released her legs, slowly as to allow her to gain her balance as
she sprawled herself limply along the length of the bench, arms and
legs flopped to either side – totally and utterly
fucked.

With her lust temporarily sated, it was then that the horror
slowly crept through Emily’s body and she raised one hand to cover
her face. She could feel the burning and throbbing in her ass. She
could feel the Italian’s cum escaping, flowing out to form a pool
on the bench.

Emily lay there for a while before she struggled to get up and
managed to get seated on the bench. Through her shame filled eyes
Emily noticed both men were standing in front of her. The Italian
was now dressed again and looked perfectly refreshed, while Her
Master was still naked and shockingly aroused – his cock looking so
large and painfully hard.

Some words were spoken which Emily failed to hear; then with a
laugh the Italian slapped Her Master on the shoulder whilst
throwing a look at Emily, grinning lewdly. A look to his watch, the
big man shook his head. There was a flight he had to catch, and he
was already running late. Tempting as it was, he had to decline and
pass on the added bonus to the evening that was being
proposed.

“Next time, perhaps,” the Italian laughed. “Enjoy. But don’t
spoil her. I’ll definitely be back, and I’ll want her still tight.
I’m sure there’s more I can do to earn the right.”

Hades left the changing room, departing without another word
or glance at the young woman he had so violently abused. When he
was gone, Her Nemesis Master turned to Emily and
smirked.

“Well done, Blondie. I think my friend was very pleased with
your depraved and sluttish performance. Apparently he finds it
difficult to meet women who’ll take a good pounding from him,
especially up the ass – something to do with the size of his cock –
but of course it wasn’t a problem for you. I’m sure he’d give you
an excellent reference to other like minded well hung men. There’s
an American coming to town who is anxious to meet you, and to whom
a favour might be owed. The date hasn’t been confirmed yet, but
soon, Blondie... soon.”

Emily shook her head. She mouthed the word ‘no’ but was too
exhausted to make the sound.

“Don’t be silly. I know you, Blondie; you’re mine now to use
and share with my friends. I know you; and I know you can’t wait to
be used again and again. Come on - admit to me that it’s
true.”

Emily hung her head in shame. “Yes Master,” she
croaked.

“And you won’t need to wait long. Look at my cock - it’s as
hard as a rock and hungry for more action, which it’s going to get.
You don’t think for one second that I’ll be leaving with a stiffy
in my pants and spunk in my balls.”

Emily looked at the erection. As always she was struck by its
virile beauty. She had just enjoyed bigger – a hell of a good
fucking – but there was something about Her Master’s cock that
thrilled her to the core. Despite having come massively, Emily
could feel her own sex pulsing with desire.

“What would you like, Master?” Emily asked, hurting, but
wanting to please – wanting more sex, especially with Her
Nemesis.

“I want your ass nice and tight round my cock,” the man
laughed, teasing Emily by shaking his erection in her direction.
“But after the buggering you’ve just taking from that horse hung
brute, I very much doubt that will be possible for a few days...
So...”

Emily splayed her legs and offered up her shaved pussy, making
it clear she was more than happy to be fucked there by the man who
was Her Master. She passionately wanted the hours of vaginal
rutting he had earlier promised, for surely she now deserved it
after what she had done. Sadly on that front Emily was to be
disappointed, for today at least.