- BDSM
- Harem School Ch. 02
- Page 2
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"Oh yeah! Lick me, bitch! Harder!"
The man grew even more strained, his muscles quivering as he pumped, and the slave grew ever more desperate.
"Pull out and fuck her ass!" The Mistress snapped. "If she can't concentrate, she can't get it in her desperate cunt!"
The Master's client sat and watched, ignoring this jarring note.
The man withdrew, paused for just long enough to regain his own concentration, great gulps of air expanding his muscle-wrapped chest, the slave's slime coating his bobbing shaft, then he thrust back inside her, lower this time, bulldozing his way through her puckered asshole, making her convulse underneath the Mistress, putting a delighted expression on the Mistress' face.
Next door, the Master folded himself down into his chair, his cane carefully placed against the desk, the desk stretching away in front of him, green leather and deep red wood, only the most vital and carefully selected implements needed upon its surface, the inkwell and stand for his personal conceit, a gold quill pen.
His chair swivels but does not move as he positions himself, settling smoothly and without thinking into the leather. He folds his long fingers, parchment-fine skin rustling, on the leather in front of him and calmly, confidently, waits. His client watched on as the Mistress, fulfilled, stood up and ordered the man to withdraw from the slave, unfulfilled, and aim his throbbing, shivering cock at her chest. He came at her command, great gouts of his cum splashing against the twin curves of the slave's firm breasts, sliding down onto her belly and her sternum, or clearing them altogether and landing on her neck or shut-eyed, open-mouthed face, one gob landing directly in her mouth and quickly swallowed, her mouth opening wider in the hope of another one that never came.
The Mistress looked over her shoulder at the camera, grinning with bared teeth. "Now the bitch can cum," she said.
Convulsing, screaming, tortured with pleasure as though it were pain, the slave came.
Watching, the client almost did too.
- COMMENTS
Ornamentover 18 years agoI truly enjoyed this and all of your other stories. Please keep writing. I appreciate your work for the cynical flare, the raw truthfulness and the wild imagination. You make all things seem plausible and real. Even so although in a way they are not arousing to me, I find myself enthralled by them. They are so sexual that they tease my mind and not my pussy. Iwish that I could write like you can. But for now all I can do is praise you and appreciate your style.
I encourage you to continue writing. Even if it is just for my enjoyment alone.
