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The two men have made a decision on the appropriate punishment. She was, in her former life, a business owner, socialite, and public figure. Those roles kept her in public view and fed her ego as she rubbed shoulders with the rich and famous through the many organizations of which she was a member.
Public humiliation would go a long way towards her responding and behaving appropriately. A large animal auction was being held the next day in a horse and cattle town that lay just beyond the outskirts of the city. And as with all auctions, there is a “sample” room where potential buyers can inspect animals before bidding on them.
When it comes to high bred studs, the more semen they produce in conjunction with their ability to mount and breed on command is an incredible selling point and a tremendous source of profit for the prospective buyer. Obviously it is near impossible to find a mare in season when the stud needs to show-case his fucking skills, so a stand-in is always welcome.
Sellers flock to the board that advertises female horse fuckers. Each seller needs to line one or two up for use during the two-hour perspective buyer’s preview. An effective horse fucker can urge a horse to cum up to three, a few gals even four times during the two hour period.
Since this would be her virgin voyage into the horse-fucking trade, he and the doctor decided not to charge the seller for her fees. But before she can take a horse cock, her cunt and ass have to be stretched, and stretched fast with only 16 hours before her services will be needed.
The two men head to the sub-basement and when they first opened the door, they are nearly knocked over as the pungent smell of a woman ready to be fucked assails their nostrils. Her scent is light, almost sweet like a fine sweet white wine. As the men navigate the steep staircase, their cocks respond to the aroma of her sexual excitement that greets them as they near her body. Cocks swell beneath their robes and large pointy tents lead the way as they walk towards her.
Master was hoping her first public display would be just that; a display of her tits three or four cup sizes larger from lactating, and her breasts looking like authentic cow udders. Unfortunate, only colostrum dribbles from her nipples.
But the stretching of her canals, that is the challenge. So little time and so much to do. The two men stand over her, appraising her body and her mental state. Yes, the shots of high-dose hormones are working wonders. The injection of a female version of Viagra has also taken affect as indicated by the flush skin tone, a thin layer of perspiration coating her body, and a puddle of womanly juices beneath her buttocks.
She really is a mess as the doctor surveys her naked body. He pokes and prods then sticks his fingers inside her openings and slaps her tits several times. She is indeed a prize, a pent-up sexual being needing release. Her skin has a sunset reddish-golden hue to it, her complexion is free of any abnormality, not even a zit.
A thick mane of strawberry blond hair frames her face and falls to the back of her waist. The piercing emerald green eyes provide insight into her soul. A spattering of faded freckles dot her face and belies her age; she could pass for eighteen.
Her entire being oozes sensuality and her sex appeal is off the charts. He wonders if his friend would allow him to fuck her before the horse? Shaking himself from his thoughts, he nods at her Master. It is time to prepare her body for a horse’s cock.
Her body trembles as the two men approach. From the expressions on their faces, she knows that her consequences will be brutal. They released her bindings and moved her to the bathroom where an A-shaped wooden structure is positioned near the large drain. They bent her at the waist and folded her body over the apex. Her butt cheeks are prominently displayed with her legs spread wide and chained to her wrist restraints under the structure.
The doctor generously lubes her anal cavity and inserts a heavy stainless steel bullet-shaped enema nozzle with a tapered base that rests just inside her opening. She knows better than to speak up; she knows that they are determined to obliterate her last shred of dignity.
The two men alternated the administration of several enemas using the bullet nozzle then a colon tube for the last few, and without anesthesia. The position of her body forced the enemas higher into her colon and beyond making her belly swelled like she was nine months pregnant. Several of the solutions were so potent that she vomited as violently as she expelled the liquid. The cramps wracking her body were excruciating and she was helpless to stop anything.
The doctor used a hose sprayer to clean her after completing the last enema. The combination of very little sleep and unspeakable cramps left her near collapse. However, their final mission before the horse auction still remains.
She is moved to a thin uncovered mattress in the corner of the basement, her wrists are secured to leather thigh straps, her face turned sideways and flat on the bed. The doctor lubes a very small inflatable dildo and slips it into her cunt. The dildo is warm from his hands and it feels good to have something inside. She loves that “full” feeling. But when her Master slides the anal spreader into her back opening, she shudders recalling the last time he used that terrible device.
And just like last time, the Siberian husky is brought downstairs and perches in front of her face with the red tip of his cock peeking out from the sheath. He licks her face, smells her cunt, and whimpers for attention.
“Turn your face to his cock and open your mouth wide. I want you to give Khan your best blow job. Suck his cock and make him cum in your mouth, and drink every drop. Until Khan cums, I am going to stretch your ass wider and wider, one half inch every 60 seconds. It may be helpful for you to know that this anal spreader is for a horse and expands up to 12 inches.”
She breathes deeply, holds it for a minute or two, and exhales slowly, perhaps to psych herself into not getting sick doing what this sadistic bastard has ordered. He remains poised at the spreader while the doctor relaxes in an overstuffed easy chair; both men sip another two fingers of Jack and glare at her.
“One minute. Half inch. Reach out for his cock with your tongue. You can move your head and scoot your body.” She groans loudly as her sphincter is widened. Her need for this to end motivates her to move her head between the dog’s legs. With her tongue stretched as far as possible, she finally reaches the glowing red tip. Khan jumps at the sudden warmth licking his cock and then lies on his side with his cock resting on her face.
“Two minutes. Half inch.” She turns her head and with one big gulp, she sucks the tip into her mouth, clamping tightly around it and drawing it slowly out of its protective sheath and into her throat.
“Three minutes. Half inch.” Repeatedly swallowing, she hopes the gulping sensations will encourage him to cum. Moans escape even with her mouth full of dog cock, the stretching pain of her sphincter is intense. She slurps loudly as she frantically sucks his cock.
“Four minutes. Half inch.” She hums a light tune hoping that the vibrations of her vocal chords will stimulate his stem and excite him further. He begins to thrust into her mouth and she meets each thrust head-on, relaxing her throat as he plunges and withdraws.
“Five minutes. Half inch.” The pain is nearly paralyzing as he turns the screws to widen the anal horse spreader. Her concentration is interrupted repeatedly as he swings the leather strap across her wide-open backside. She continues sucking this vile cock with even greater enthusiasm.
“Six minutes. Half inch.” Khan shifts to all four legs and straddles her head with his cock still buried in her throat. He pumps her mouth in earnest, jack-hammering with incredible speed and force. His knot bangs against her chin and lips as he tries to wedge it in her mouth. Her jaws ache from the expanding cock, her anal cavity burns from being outrageously stretched, and her butt cheeks sting from the leather slapper.
“Seven minutes. Half inch.” A loud scream bursts from her throat. Both the anal spreader and the dogs pounding into her throat are sending pain throughout her body. The dog is thrusting so fast and hard that she is near the edge of the mattress. Fear grips her as Khan nearly succeeds in slamming his knot into her mouth, then her jaw pops and her face goes numb.
The cycle continues. Master swings the leather clapper and lands hard blows across her backside pausing only to tighten the screw on the anal spreader another half inch every minute. Khan thrusts violently into her mouth and down her throat with his knot just outside her lips.
A near perfect storm brews inside her. Pain from the leather striking her butt cheeks burns into her flesh, her sphincter tears with each expansion, her jaw feels dislocated from Khan’s pounding, and her breasts ache and feel bloated and far heavier than even a few hours ago.
Finally, an immensely powerful spray initially lubes her throat then chokes her because she cannot swallow the massive volume of dog cum filling her mouth. She coughs and sputters but the dog does not attempt to dislodge his cock from her mouth.
She thrusts her head side to side to extricate his manhood from her mouth, but the animal is persistent and holds steady for several long torturous minutes before reclaiming his cock.
Her lips, tongue, and throat are swollen and dotted with tinges of blue bruises from Khan’s enthusiastic thrusts. Her jaw is sore, breathing labored, heart racing, cunt dripping, and ass in real pain as her Master removes the anal spreader and restraints leaving her in a huddle on the edge of the mattress.
The doctor orders her back to the gyno chair where he straps her down for an examination. He sprays a soothing gel and coats the inside of her mouth and throat. Relief is immediate and eases the pain from the damage caused by Khan’s cock.
“I think after maybe half an hour rest, she will be ready to continue. I’m going to give her an injection to reduce swelling, another to increase her sensitivity, and finally, a second injection of the hormone blend to keep her aroused and speed her milk production.”
Her brain feels frozen, unable to process neither what the two men are talking about nor what they have planned. She is beyond exhaustion and her coping mechanisms no longer exist.
The milking machine is wheeled over to her chair. The suctions cylinders suck half her tit inside and the tug and pull begins. After thirty minutes, the tip of each breast is the perfect shape of a bell tipped with an engorged rock-hard nipple that throbs and secretes drops of thin milky fluid.
The Master is impressed with her resilience; she was obviously spawned from hearty stock. It does not seem to matter how much he dominates and humiliates her, the more brutal he is, she responds with her own unspoken needs. She seems to take his blows in stride, even welcoming more pain when most slaves would be shattered by what she has endured thus far. Instead, she is more aroused as if her pain is earned and reflected in her magnificent erotic surrender to her own previously neglected desires.
There is an animal inside her, one that seeks primal release through her submission to him. Likewise, she has awakened the wild and reckless animal in him giving him a heady feeling of raw power, raw fucking power over her. Unfortunately, that power brings out the worst in him, freeing his dark side to prevail.
He wants to fuck her, fuck her so hard it makes his cock throb to think about what he wants to do to her. Even asleep, makeup smeared, dried dog cum on her chin and chest, she is a beautiful creature. A wild tingling sensation runs through his veins, an electric current that feeds directly to his cock. She is indeed, a temptress and he is vulnerable to her feminine wiles.
There is a certain calmness about her as she wakes from her thirty-minute nap, almost like all is well with the world, her world that is. Her eye lids flutter as the doctor’s injection takes effect. But reality sets in, and sets in hard. Unable to move, her mind becomes paralyzed with fear of the unknown … unknown to her at least. But along with fear, is anticipation, hope, her mind reaching for a safe place where she can hide the meager remains of her life before she opened her hotel room to this sadistic man.
Her limbs fight for freedom and her brain floods with messages of impending doom, each felt with a horrible clarity as her future flashes before her. But she cannot move, the straps hold her firmly to the gyno chair. Her bones creak, muscles ache, yet she is fully aroused and engaged in a mental struggle with her addiction to cock and the pleasure a hard cock provides. Searing heat runs through her veins, blood fills every organ in her body, and her sex drips fresh juices signifying her need for sexual satisfaction.
The two men prepare her for the event, her body yields to them as they bathe and dry her hair, and dress her. She is careful to apply her makeup thick and dark, very slutty but not detracting from her beauty, actually, just the opposite.
She is even more beautiful than when he first took possession of her less than a week ago. The gold strands woven into her strawberry hair shimmer and create a halo around her face. The dark brown eyeliner and thick mascara enhance her jade green eyes, making them clearer, brighter and more oval shaped. The crimson red lipstick covering her luscious lips screams “fuck me” to anyone who sees her captivating smile.
They drive for over an hour with her fastened securely in the back of the van. Her neck has a three-inch wide collar with four D-rings, two rings are chained to the sides of the interior and hold her firmly upright. She struggles to maintain her balance as the van navigates twisty windy roads. Bumps sprout up on her flesh as the cool evening breeze from the opened front windows caress her nearly naked body.
The corset was laced tightly by the doctor and compresses her chest making it difficult to completely fill her lungs with oxygen. As uncomfortable as the corset is, it does help support the weight of her tits. They are fully engorged with constant droplets of the thin milky mixture escaping.
The two men lift her from the van, each holding the chain on either side of her neck and pulling her behind and between them as they enter the large facility. The arena is brightly lit and alive with activities. Various scents of foods and spices assault her nostrils and remind her how hungry she is. The men hold her head firmly locked to limit her vision to the back of their heads.
Men of all ages, and women too, notice the petite red head as she is towed behind the two men into the Buyers Preview arena. Large animals of all types fill the stalls and kneeling next to each is a naked slave, silently waiting.
Animals react strongly as she passes. Her pheromones heavily influence the behavior of the studs as they inhale her scent and then whine and stomp in anticipation of mating.
She is frightened, no, it is terror that threatens to suffocate her but not enough to drown out the screaming in her head for a fix. Her intoxication to cocks simmers and blossoms as they parade through the narrow walkways until she is finally pulled into a stall with a magnificent white stallion.
He is a proud and stately animal, tall, high-spirited, and boldly seeks out the alluring female who just entered his space. The horse nuzzles between her thighs, drinking her scent and feasting on the liquid womanhood coating her thighs.
They begin a dance, a mating dance, whereas he seeks her out and she toys with his advances, teasing him, luring him into her feminine web where the promise of pleasure for both will be fulfilled. She skirts the walls of the stall, the horse following her every move, nudging her into a corner where he can molest her.
His teeth gently nip at her butt cheeks, his head and shoulders force her down on all fours. He turns full circle until the sheath protecting his cock is just in front of her lips. Her warm breath alone excites the stud and his cock begins to extend and expand. Her desperation is clearly evident as she hungrily laps at this mammoth cock slapping against her face.
Her lips seem to part of their own volition but not nearly enough to fit the tip of his manhood. Now a three-foot long by six inches around, the extension of the horse’s body bobs and bounces in expectation. The sheer weight is beyond defining and she knows it will never fit inside her body anywhere, but she wants it, needs it, and is determined to do whatever is needed to fuck that cock for her pleasure.
Remembering her earlier instruction, she pokes her tongue out and licks the cock as it moves in front of her face. Reaching and finally able to grasp it, she eagerly licks the full length of it, starting at the tip and licking to the base, then gently sucking his heavily hung balls and rolling them between her lips.
The dance continues as the horse snuggles her neck and nips at her breasts. He stomps his hoofs and thrusts his hips forward into her face, but still, his cock is not buried inside a warm hole. He neighs and whines in frustration, his need to mate taking precedence, his pursuit for a welcoming cunt is relentless.
Crawling under his belly, she lifts the cock to her lips and licks the tip like a popsicle, slowly, sensuously, but the stud is too excited and his need to thrust inside any warm moist opening becomes an obsession. Stretching her jaw to the maximum, she is able to fit the very tip, the crown of his cock into her mouth but sucking is impossible, he will not hold still.
She embeds her tongue inside the crevice urging him onward to a journey of mutual ecstasy. Her tongue is fully buried inside his cock and as she fucks his slit, she also blocks his pre-cum from releasing. Fluid builds in the massive cock making the animal reckless as he attempts to extricate his cock but she holds her tongue buried at least two inches inside the massive stem.
The pressure of his release makes the animal thrust more violently yet she continues to keep her tongue wedged inside his cock. She clutches his stem with both hands and forces her tongue deeper. With his fluids held hostage by this vixen’s tongue, his frustration mounts and the pressure of his eruption becomes unmanageable.
His cock shudders, yet she tortures the stud, fully blocking his explosion of sperm. The animal thrusts violently but cannot shake her resolve to torment him. His heavy balls slap against her chin and rest on her chest exciting the horse even more.
The mating dance continues her seemingly in control of his manhood. But the animal’s primal instinct takes over. He lunges and raises up on his hind legs, resting his forelegs on the rungs of the gate. The sudden repositioning of his body slams her into the metal stall gate where she loses her balance frees his manhood from her mouth.
Fluids fly from his cock with the force of a fire hose showering her and his stall, and projecting into the narrow walkways outside the gate. A crowd had gathered to watch the mating dance between the whore and the horse and they too are sprayed with his cum.
But she is left unsatisfied and desperate. In frustration, she grasps the softening cock and bends over to slip it into her cunt. Still too large for her opening but she no longer cares about being stretched and torn open. She needs penetration and attacks the horse’s cock, tugging and pulling it as she attempts to fit it inside her broiling cunt. Even soft, the cock will not fit so she wedges her body so that the cock is a rigid pole and she fucks the entire length of his stem, sliding her cunt back and forth.
Short panting breaths flair from her nostrils, drool runs down her chin and coats her chest, and her feminine juices soak her thighs. The friction builds, her clit swells, her eyes turn glassy and unresponsive as her long-awaited orgasm takes flight.
The room spins. Her legs give out. Yet she maintains her death grip on the animals cock. She screams, a long pitiful wail as her pleasure shakes her core and her womanly juices spray almost as far as the stud’s sperm when he was finally able to unlock her tongue from his slit.
The large crowd outside the stall applauds the spectacle of the woman and animal. She slips to the floor and curls into fetal position, drained from her orgasmic adventure. She is unsure if she will ever recover from that orgasm. It blew through her like a tornado blows through anything in its path, leaving destruction, her mental destruction as it finally dawns on her that she is nothing but a horse fucker.
Nearly falling asleep at the hooves of the white stallion, she is jarred by a violent surge of electricity firing into her butt cheeks. Her body rolls and shakes like an epileptic seizure, drool runs out the side of her swollen lips, her eyes roll back into her head, and she screams, a scream borne of unspoken pain that is now her world.
A world where her existence is either pain or pleasure driven, nothing in between, no mid-point where all is right with the world even for a single moment in time. No, her world is one of extremes, extreme pain, extreme pleasure, both equally debilitating and yet in some aspects, equally rejuvenating.
Her Master jabs the cattle prod into her left breast. She is now absolutely positive that this sadist is going to end her life. End it before she has even begun to fully live it.
As the fog clears, she hears her Master speaking to her, but his voice has a terrible echo quality and the background noise from surrounding activities seems especially loud. Finally able to discern his words, she sucks in a deep breath of air, exhales slowly, and moves towards the stallion.
She positions her body to his side, angling her head so that it is cock-level. Semi-hard, she brings the tip to her lips and begins an erotic tongue dance with this amazing cock. Racing around and around the tip, her tongue swoops inside his pee slit and continues to spin circles while pressing deeper. Slurping, she closes her lips around the tip, creates a vacuum, and sucks his horse cock like you would a straw, pulling his pre-cum up the long stem then blocking its escape with her tongue.
The animal rears upward, standing straight up on his hind legs and planting his fore legs on the metal stall gate with a heavy thud. He wields his cock like a knight wields his spear, piercing the air in search of a cunt to fuck. She bends the massive cock and pulls it to the side just under his belly. Licking the tip again, she lavishly coats it with a mixture of her spit and his jetting pre-cum.
He thrusts forward even though she is kneeling beside him, hard and fast lunges as he fucks air. Carefully, she crawls underneath him, arches her back until her body molds against his chest and presents her cunt to his floundering cock.
In only a few seconds, his cock finds her leaky cunt and pushes forward to penetrate her, but he misses. On the second attempt he nearly slips inside her gaping ass hole but she lurches upward quickly enough to avoid being impaled by his long stem.
Rearing up on his hind legs, he again screams in frustration at not being able to penetrate her. Unwilling to give up, the horse repositions and dips lower until his cock is perfectly placed to violate her cunt. He thrusts forward with such force that he not only penetrates and tears her cunt apart, but also throws her into the metal fence where her head is now stuck between two rungs.
Spectators laugh at her misfortune, she in turn yells for help as the stallion pummels her cunt, bruising her cervix, and splitting her body in half. This animal was born to fuck. Only the first six inches of his three-foot cock fits in her cunt, but oh what a glorious six inches.
The slit at the tip of his cock dilates and her cervix slides inside the mammoth pee hole. The connection is intense at first for both of them, him because his stem is blocked by the spongy opening to her uterus, her because his slit squeezes her cervix and tugs and pulls it with every thrust.
He fucks her cervix like a madman. Her hips sway and push onto the cock as heat in her belly builds. The horse backs away but her cunt closes tightly around his cock and refuses to let it escape. He is wild with lust and trapped juices swell in the stem.
Her cervix acts like a rock blocking the volcanic explosion from release and driving the horse wild. He nips at her neck, slobbers in her hair, his teeth bared, all the while thrusting harder and faster, banging her shoulders into the metal gate and lifting her lower body up off the floor.
A thin stream of breast milk squirts from her tits onto the barn floor, horse juices and her own seep from her stuffed cunt and run down her legs. Neither animal nor horse-fucker can stop the inevitable; their joint orgasms collide like two freight trains in a head-on collision. Both are screeching at top volume. Both are dancing the dance of orgasmic bliss. Neither is aware of the large group watching this extraordinary fuck-fest.
Her cervix dilates enough to channel his semen directly into her womb. Her belly extends like a large enema only it is horse cum filling her womb.
After several long orgasmic minutes, both horse and horse-fucker break apart, her stuck to the gate, him moving to the back of his stall to recover as the audience enthusiastically applauds and cheers the unholy mating.
The men closest to the gate help free the horse-fucker’s neck. Then the cattle prod to her butt cheeks and she is back working the stallions cock.
After two hours, the horse cums four times, and the horse-fucker is carried from the stall and secured in the back of the van for the long drive back to his dungeon.
He carries her to his bedroom, a place he has never allowed a woman. They remained in his dungeon until their owners arrived. But this enchantress, something about her brings out the “protector” side of him, an emotion he has never experienced.
He unlaces her corset and eases her limp body into the warm soothing waters of his luxury whirlpool bath. He drops the scented discs into the aroma therapy slots, strips, and steps into the tub. Moving behind her and stretching his long legs, he pulls her between his thighs, her back resting on his chest. Thick wet strands of her reddish-gold hair tickle his chest.
Jets of steamy water swirl around and on her body, lightly performing an erotic dance on her skin, easing the tension from her limbs. He strokes her breasts, her lusciously delicious breasts, circling her nipples, slipping down to her belly button and then back to her breasts. Undeterred, his fingertips continue to lightly caress her torso, then begin a leisurely but insistent tap-dance on her clit, still swollen and extremely sensitive.
Her moans alone are enough to stir his manhood to attention, throbbing with a life of its own against her back, hardening and lengthening and pressing into her warm soft flesh. An irresistible urge to kiss her voluptuous lips, not just kiss, but make love to her mouth with his mouth overwhelms him.
Tilting her face upwards, his lips lock onto hers, creating a seal that unites the two lovers. Her hands remain at her side while his continue their exploratory voyage of her body with the touch of a lover, not a Master or Sadist. A lover’s touch, his touch, yet an alien emotion and one that confuses him and makes him question his purpose for her.
No. She is his pleasure slave. She is what he has always wanted. A beautiful and sexually oriented slave that does nothing but stand ready to serve his needs, fulfill his desires, and of course satisfy his darker side, his sadistic fetishes.
But yet, here they are, locked in a kiss so passionate that even an orgasm cannot compare to the lusty probing of each other’s tongues. Her sensual allure clouds his judgment and their tongues continue a tango of sorts, locking and spinning around each other’s, probing deeply into the other’s oral cavity, exploring every single nook and cranny in their each other’s mouth.
The swirling waters, the invigorating peppermint aroma, the steamy smell of arousal, both Master and slave are drowning in passion, not a painful torturous arousal, but a lust for their lover, their soul mate. He twists her so that her body is fully on top of his, her breasts pressed against his chest, their lips still locked tight in a vacuum of passion that neither wants to end.
His hands slide down her backside and grasp her butt cheeks and kneads them, slowly, tenderly, sensuously, kneading them with his incredibly strong fingers. He pulls her up higher on his chest until his cock is level with her cunt. Yes, his lover’s cunt, so warm and moist and inviting.
She lifts her hips just a little until the tip of his cock rests against her opening. Swishing with the water, she teases his cock … tempting it with her tight cunt, rubbing her swollen clit against his stem, everything but allowing him penetration.
His cock bobs in the tumultuous waters in search of her cunt but she cleverly moves in such a way that only his tip touches her womanly areas and then slips away. Desire for release, exasperation at not getting what he wants, anger at these new emotions that threaten to overtake him, he mentally tells himself to break the kiss. The longer it goes on, the more smitten he will become. And that is contrary to her purpose, her reason for being, and in opposition with what he wants and needs her to be.
Rage bubbles up within him. She is teasing him, leading him on, she is a cock-teaser and no one, no woman that is, is allowed to tease him. No woman. Especially not this temptress.
He grabs her head and pushes her into the tumbling waters. She coughs and sputters and her body shakes violently as water fills her nose and mouth and her air supply dwindles. He pulls her head above the water, grabbing a clump of her hair and pulling her up to his lips. He bites her lower lip, and then shoves her back under the water.
Her hands flair and grab at him. Her fingernails scratch his arms as she struggles to get air into her lungs. But he holds tight for another few seconds and then yanks her up from the water.
Sucking as much air as she can as quickly as she can, he submerges her once again. Her screams create bubbles in the water. He pins her legs down under his. She struggles more violently and he holds fast and counts to ten before releasing her.
She is in shock. She cannot reconcile the man from a few moments before with the monster with whom she now fights for her life. He pulls her face to his and licks her eyes lids while his other hand smashes into her breast from the side. The heated water makes it sting more so than if she were dry and she screams but the water carries her cries away unheard.
Her struggles for air coupled with her hunger for his cock are insurmountable feats for her exhausted and battered mind and body. She falls limp, giving in to whatever it is that he wants from her. Anything. Just give her the gift of life and a stiff cock.
He pulls her limp body up to him again and locks his lips onto hers and plants another long, excruciatingly erotic tongue-swapping, lip smacking kiss. She breaks away breathless and more determined than ever to mount his cock.
His arousal is almost painful and his ability to resist her feminine wiles is near the breaking point. She lifts her hips and slides his cock inside her warm slick cavity with ease. With his cock inside her cocoon of hot swollen flesh, he almost loses it on initial penetration.
Anger once again bubbles up within him. Anger because she has this effect on him and that his cock has a mind of its own when it comes to her. Or maybe it is his heart that is weak in her presence. He furiously thrusts upwards into her enticing cunt, reaming her hard, stabbing her cervix repeatedly. But after only a few savage lunges, he cock explodes and sprays volumes of cum into her delightfully hot and excruciatingly tight cunt.
She too, explodes and rides the bursts of ecstasy as waves of water cascades over their bodies. Neither can stop the eruption of pleasure and both are on solo missions of extracting maximum pleasure until their senses are on overload and they break apart.
Overwhelmed with love for this vixen, he locks his lips over hers; his cock softens yet stays firmly implanted inside her welcoming cunt. He plants small kisses all over her face and down her neck. Lifting her upwards, his kisses continue and coat her breasts and farther down her belly to that enticing V between her thighs.
She is nearly kneeling above his face as his lips and tongue seek out the mixture of her womanly juices and his semen. He laps their co-mingled fluids like a man deprived of food and water; his hunger for her is nearly insatiable. Licking and lapping at her cunt, he forces another orgasm from her, his mouth opened to receive her juices as her orgasm squirts violently from her body.
He pulls her back down to him, chest to chest, the warm water flowing over, under, and between their bodies. The words just fall from his lips and he is shocked to hear his voice say them.
“I love you, slut. You are mine forever.”
The End … I hope you enjoyed the story as much as I did writing it! Thanks…BetteJene
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