“I love being your slut, master.” Ally breathed, the excitement in her voice palpable. I stared down at the black tears streaking across her face from where the heavy layer of mascara I had asked her to wear had run – first from her tears, then from the spit, another rough facefuck. “And master loves having such an obedient little painslut.” My words emphasized by the rough twist I gave her nipples. Ally cried in a mixture of pain, pleasure, and surprise before shivering from the aggression. “Thank you, master. Thank you for hurting your slut so good. I would do anything for you, master.” A crooked smile spread across my face, “I know my little fuckpet. Be a good whore and eat your master’s ass.” Ally licked her lips in anticipation and dove to her knees to fulfill my request. I groaned as her tongue greedily devoured my most sacred place. I felt her face change into a smile as her hard work had made her master so pleased. I kept her there for some time before finally deciding I needed to fuck her more. “Up, slut. Master wants to fuck your tight pussy.” I could feel the reluctance as Ally pulled away, but she knew she was mine to use how I pleased. The brunette slid to her feet in front of me before speaking. “What position is master going to use his slut from?” I pondered her words momentarily, before settling on a decision. “Face down, ass up, fuckpet. Master is going to see if he can break your pussy or your ass first.” The promise of aggressive spankings must have been what Ally was hoping for, because she was in position faster than I believed possible. “Yes, master. Thank you, master!”
I cheated and tried to break Ally’s clit first. She howled in a mixture of discomfort and complete ecstasy as she squirted all over the bed. “That’s a good little waterfall.” The reprieve was miniscule, as I began pumping her pussy like a mad man. Her ass was turning red as my hands came down in a flurry. Moans and yelps working together to produce a symphony of sensual aggression. I was breathing hard and struggling to hold on until I had no choice. I pulled out of Ally’s wet, tight love tunnel with a primal yell, my hands moving to her head to hold her in place as I shot rope after rope of white hot semen across Ally’s smooth back. “Fuck! Master has such a tight slut.” Ally giggled, “thank you, master. My body is kept exactly as you want it.” I cracked an involuntary smile – she wasn’t lying. Ally had made a point of repeatedly asking me what my preferences were and doing what she could to oblige me. Truth be told, she didn’t have to do all that much. Somehow, I had met a young woman that fit almost impossibly perfectly into my life. I pulled hard on Ally’s black locks, bringing her in for a long, slow kiss.
*disclaimer: these stories are based on real scenarios between me and my slut. She even insisted I add this disclaimer to our stories.
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