for control. You make a sound from deep in your chest. All I hear is the lowing of a helpless animal. Rising, I turned and saw Sasha, spread and ready for me.
Sasha's screams of delight filled my ears as I fucked her. Inches away, I watched you being mercilessly pounded by Master James' cock. As I requested, you are being treated like no more than a set of holes. Your tormentor has fully mounted you with his hands at your throat, no doubt whispering endless degradations in your ear. Concentrating again on Sasha, I leaned down and bit her neck, squeezing one of her large, bouncing tits. She locked her legs around me and ran a hand through my hair, whimpering as I increased my speed. I hear you make that noise again. I looked up and saw you, being fucked, your ass rippling with each thrust, seeing me, deep inside her. The noise came from you again, a low, guttural moan of pleasure, before it is drowned out by the cheering crowd.
With a final thrust, Master James slowly pulled out of you. He didn't cum. He stepped off the platform, to applause, and reclaimed the slave he led earlier. Unceremoniously, he shoved his cock in its mouth to finish him off. Sasha pulled me down for a wet kiss, and I slid off of her. Catching a nearby attendant, I asked, "Can we get her on her back now, unsecured?" I motioned to you, quivering and glistening under the light. The attendant nodded, and you were swiftly removed from the spanking horse and flipped on your back on the platform that Sasha and I just used. For a moment, I allowed you to just lie there, panting with your eyes closed. Your tits are reddened from the pressure of being mounted. The moment passes, and I move between your legs.
"Get your legs up, slut," I command. Your eyelids flutter and your knees slowly bend. Sharply, I reach back and smack your thigh. "UP." That was the jolt you needed. Your eyes shoot open and your legs spring up in a perfect V, just as you're trained to do. Despite that, your legs tremble, and I smile. Sasha appears by your head and looks down at you dreamily. "Finally," she sighs as she spins and, with her ass facing me, pertly sits on your face.
I see your hands go up to cradle Sasha's hips as she gyrates on you, no doubt imploring you to give her a second orgasm. I lower my face to your navel and kiss you there, running a hand up to squeeze your tits. Your back arches; I can tell you want me. As Sasha gyrates more furiously, I slowly and deliberately push myself into you.
Fucking you is unlike fucking anyone or anything else. It's not just fucking, it's me claiming you as mine. Owning every curve, every inch of your flesh, every recess of your mind. You are a thing, and it is owned. My pig slut. Sasha repositions to face me, again lowering her pussy onto your waiting mouth. Looking into her eyes, I take one of your feet and hold it close to my face. Your feet are small, but incredibly soft. The curve of your arch cradles my face as I kiss your foot and run my nose along the pads of your toes. Enthused, Sasha takes your other foot and sucks your toes, gently bouncing on your face. I fuck you harder. You moan into Sasha's pussy, and, screaming through your toes, Sasha cums on your face.
Breathing heavily, Sasha pulls me toward her for a final kiss before sliding off of you. She bends down and gives you a kiss now, mixing her tongue with yours. Smiling, she wanders into the milling crowd and disappears.
You and me now. Chest to chest, one of my hands gripping your throat, the other in your mouth, forcing it open just the way I like. I fuck you as hard as I ever have.
"Little cunt." I can pass you around like an object.
"You like being passed around, don't you, slut?"
"Yeth, Master"
"What are you?" My hand in your mouth moves to the back of your head, cradling you and locking you in my grasp.
"I'm a stupid, worthless cunt, Master," you gasp in between thrusts.
"You're a dumb piece of ass for all these people to enjoy, yeah?
"yeah....I am, sir, I'm a dumb whore!" You scream these words, approaching climax, looking in my eyes.
I look down at you, at your wide brown eyes, your delicate cheeks, your pink tongue.
"Fucking slut." I love you.
"Master...Master...!"
"...slut."
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