It's a Man's World Ch. 05 - Claimed

The story so far... In the first installment of It's a Man's World proud corporate feminist Toni LaCroix gave in to her desires and auditioned to become the sex slave of a mysterious rich playboy.

In the second installment, Toni met Master Alex and passed her second audition with flying colors.

In part three, Toni signed the contract and was initiated into Master Alex's harem.

In part four, Toni was welcomed into the House and her servitude began. Now, Toni enjoys settling in...

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Chapter 5: Claimed

Toni moaned as she was taken by him. He pushed inside her slowly, ensuring she felt every inch of him. Her pussy gripped his cock, but it slid in easily -- her arousal all the lubrication they needed. She bit her lip, eyes rolling back in her skull, and she leaned back against the soft body of Ms Paris, gripping the sheets as her body shuddered with pleasure. The older woman stroked her head.

She was on her back on the bed, resting against Ms Paris, whose legs sprouted from either side of Toni's torso, her calves resting across Toni's own legs, holding them open. The soft dominance of a more experienced submissive. Ms Paris's hands roamed her body, nails dragging across her sensitive skin, groping her breasts, pinching her sore nipples. Her experience with the nipple clamps had been hours ago, but a dull ache still lingered in her chest.

In this position, with her head nestled between the older submissive's massive breasts, Toni felt like each globe was the size of her head. She couldn't help but wonder how the prickly nature of her shaved head felt in Ms Paris' cleavage. It was like leaning back on a pillow, soft and warm. She was caught between the softness of Ms Paris' body, and the hardness of their master's; caught between femininity and masculinity.

Her gaze shifted to her his body as he moved above her. She couldn't help but admire the way his muscles flexed and rippled with each powerful thrust. Her master was a vision of masculinity. Lean and muscular, she admired the hard lines of his body, every muscle defined and sculpted. He was like a god carved from marble. He was her god, and long may she worship at his altar.

His frame was covered in just the right amount of hair in all the right places, coarse to the touch, wet from exertion. His hairy chest was a sight to behold, a perfect blend of rough and masculine. She loved the way his skin glistened with sweat and the way his dark hair was mussed and sticking to his forehead, matted to his brow. A brow furrowed in intense pleasure, his face a mask of focus centered on her, his lower lip sucked in. The sweat on his skin only made him look more imposing, more powerful. She could feel the heat radiating from his body like power as she took in every inch of him inside her. She could tell that the combination of her own pleasure and his desire was driving him wild, and she reveled in it.

His piercing green eyes complemented his chiseled features, making him look every bit as dangerous as he was alluring. The way he had taken her, the intensity of his thrusts, the way he had made her feel - it was all a testament to his power, his strength and virility, his mastery of pleasure. How was a man in his twenties capable of such sex? It beggared belief, and rendered her a beggar beneath him. It was clear that this man knew how to pleasure a woman, and she was grateful for every moment she spent with him. She longed to feel his muscular frame pressed against hers again, his sweat slick and glistening against her own skin.

Ms Paris slipped a hand around Toni's jaw, cradling it. She slapped Toni with her other hand. Toni had almost forgotten Ms Paris, such was the focus she'd placed on their master. Her eyelids flickered in surprise at the blow, and she scrunched them shut, bracing for another slap. The older woman slapped her another three times, holding her jaw tightly in place. The sting of her cheeks was quickly lost in the pleasure coursing through her body. Like footprints in wet sand, a wave of desire came to wash it away.

Alex fucked her hard, pounding her. She could feel every inch of him, his cock stretching her pussy wider and deeper with every powerful thrust. She could smell their sweat mixing together, and the sounds of their moans and groans filling the room just heightened her pleasure. With every thrust, every gasp and moan that escaped him, Toni was drawn further and further into their connection, feeling an intimacy and a passion that she had never felt before. This was what sex should be, she thought. She felt completely submissive to him, and she felt more liberated than she ever had before.

His touch was soft and sensual, and electrifying; she could feel the tiny hairs on her arms standing on end. She closed her eyes; enjoying the feeling of his hands against her hips, her stomach. He was burying inside her, filling up every inch of her tight and ready cunt. He was moving slowly, pushing deep inside her, exploring every inch of her body. She felt his hands on her breasts and was amazed at how sensitive they still were, how sensitive they had become. Every touch sent shivers through her body, and she felt herself getting wetter and wetter.

Ms Paris reached up and stroked Alex's cheek as he continued to thrust into Toni.

"That's it Sir," Ms Paris said. "Fuck her, take her, ravish her. She belongs to you, you beautiful man, claim her cunt. Take her, that's it Sir...fuck her so fucking hard..."

The older woman's words of encouragement only drove Toni wild, fuelling her rampant pleasure. As he continued to thrust into her, she took in the way his dark hair fell across his forehead with every motion. They were like waves of darkness, a stark contrast against his fair skin. She couldn't believe how good he felt on top of her, his cock deep inside her, reaching all the way to her core -- at least it felt that way -- and pressing against the walls of her vagina with every thrust. The sensation was overwhelming, as if her whole body was being stretched and filled with pleasure. Like she was taffy being stretched and pulled in his hands. He drove himself into her up to the hilt, and grinded his hips against hers, the damp hair at his crotch brushing her clit and making her tingle.

It felt like he was reaching places she didn't know existed. He'd found her G-spot, sure, but this went beyond. The rhythm was perfect, slow and steady then fierce and passionate, it sent waves of pleasure that surged through her body. There was a slight burn in her thighs from how wide Ms Paris held them open, and the heat between them made every sensation more intense as she let herself get completely lost in the moment. She felt the pressure building inside her, almost to the point of being unbearable as she watched the look of pure ecstasy take over his face. He had complete control over her pleasure, and to Toni, that felt exhilarating.

At times he slowed down, moved his hips methodically, deliberately, circling, before plunging forward in a sudden thrust that rocked her body. The scent of sex filled the air as she felt herself getting lost in pleasure. Her mind couldn't focus on anything else except the way it felt when he was inside her. His gaze never left her, his green eyes staring deeply into hers.

"Slap me Sir," Toni gasped. "Please..."

He did, slapping her hard. Toni moaned, arching her back as his handprint bloomed on her cheek. Her pussy clenched around him and he groaned, clearly loving the way she responded to his roughness.

"Fuck, you like that, don't you?" he grunted, once more slapping her face. A matching handprint bloomed on her other cheek. He slapped her a few times. Slap, slap, slap. The sting felt beautiful, lingering longer than when Ms Paris slapped her moments ago.

She was close; she could feel pleasure coiling in the pit of her stomach. She cried out as he slapped her again and again; the sting shooting straight between her legs. Toni had never been with a man this rough before and it was driving her wild. Suddenly Alex leaned in, his breath hot on her skin, his chest brushing her breasts, her nipples as hard as pebbles.

"You're mine," He growled in her ear. "Say it."

"I'm yours," she panted desperately in response. "A-all yours."

"That's right," he grunted with satisfaction, fucking into her even harder now. She was astonished by his stamina, his athleticism. He was relentless, merciless - not that she felt like asking for mercy. Her eyes were rolling back in her skull, her toes were firmly curled - this was the best fuck she'd ever gotten in her life, and she didn't want it to end. Judging by the way her pussy was gripping his cock, her body didn't want it to end either.

Then, he grabbed her hips, pulled her up towards him and began to fuck her somehow harder, faster. His pelvis loudly slamming into hers, animalistic, rutting, a male lion claiming a female, showcasing his dominance over his pride. His body was hot, covered in a sheen of sweat and glowing with exertion. Toni was sandwiched between him, and the soft warmth of Ms Paris beneath her.

She'd never been able to feel this much pleasure from penetration alone -- often she'd have to wait for a past lover to drift off to sleep next to her before she could finish herself off. Perhaps it was the build-up, beginning with Alex's arrival home, to the foreplay they'd just enjoyed, the sublime soreness in her nipples from the clamps, the pleasure from Ms Paris' lips on her sex.

A gasp fell from her mouth when Alex kissed neck, under her jawline. The prickle of his stubble wasn't an unpleasant sensation, more noticeable now he wasn't wet from the shower, his soft lips warming her flesh. She heard herself groan and strained against the soft prison. She could feel his hot breath. She grabbed onto his back, nails digging into his skin, as his hips smashed into hers. She felt completely out of control, and it was the best feeling ever.

His lips locked onto her throat, sucking while she writhed with pleasure. She could feel his teeth against her skin, marking her as his own. Nibbling, nipping, biting. He knew exactly how to make her feel wanted and desired. He paused, looking into her eyes, his face inches from hers, his lips inches from hers, then he kissed her.

Toni could have melted into Ms Paris then and there. His lips were soft, and he kept fucking her, sending waves of pleasure through her, hot and mellow like a warm bath. Her body tingled, her scalp, her toes. She could feel the soft hairs at his chest tickling her skin as he moaned into their kiss. Every touch was electrifying. She loved the way his muscles rippled beneath her fingertips as she dug her nails into his back.

As he kissed, his thrusts slowed, becoming deep and intimate. Two hot bodies, together. Toni groaned loudly, feeling her pussy clenching tightly around him. She knew that she wanted him, needed him more than anything. She leaned up and kissed him back, hard, pouring all of her passion and desire into the kiss. She wanted to show him that she was his, she wanted to be his, to submit to his will.

His thrusts become harder and faster again. She could feel the muscles in his back contracting and relaxing beneath her hands, the strength and power of his body leaving her weak and breathless. One of Ms Paris' hands joined hers on his back, the other ran through Alex's hair. It felt like both women were longing for her their master. But he was only fucking one. He was fucking her.

Her master was inside her, filling her up in ways she had never experienced before. Every thrust sent a shockwave through her body and she couldn't get enough. The sound of their bodies slapping together filled the room, as did her moans and cries as he was hitting all the right spots. If all men fucked like this, there'd be no complaints from the fairer sex -- there'd be no arguments against the patriarchy at all.

She could feel his hands gripping her hips tightly as he raised his tempo once again. Each and every thrust was taking her closer and closer to a powerful release that was just within reach. If this was servitude, she should have signed up a long time ago. She was completely at his mercy...

With a suddenness that took her breath away, the orgasm hit her. She couldn't help but scream, cry out, her whole body convulsing as intense waves of pleasure washed over her. His body was pressed on her, his weight heavy on top of her, his hips still thrusting and fucking. The orgasm was overwhelming, a kind she had never experienced before. As her master pounded into her, she could feel herself building towards climax, her body becoming increasingly sensitive and responsive to his touch.

She let out a series of high-pitched, jittering moans, her cries becoming louder with each passing second. A total surrender of control as her body convulsed with pleasure. As she came, she felt an intense feeling of submission. He had taken her in every sense of the word, dominating her with his strength, his masculinity. She had never felt more submissive or more aroused. Her pussy gripped his cock tightly, clenching around him.

She arched her back, pressing her chest upwards towards his, her hips lifting and grinding against his cock, loving the sensation of his hardness filling her. She felt powerless beneath him, totally at his mercy as he fucked her with abandon. Pleasure continued to froth within her, bubbling up from the warmth between her legs.

The orgasm washed over her in waves, her body shaking, legs quivering, toes curling, scalp tingling. Muscles contracting or relaxing, her thighs instinctively gripped Alex's hips, squeezing them, holding him close to her. She felt like she was sinking into Ms Paris below her, enveloped by a gentle, comforting warmth. She felt Ms Paris' hands on hers, and was overwhelmed with gratitude. She'd never cum from penetration alone before.

Alex bucked his hips, fucking Toni through her orgasm. As the sensations became too much to bear, Toni let out another loud scream. Her mind was a mess, a maelstrom of sensation and emotion that she struggled to navigate. No man had ever made her cum like this. No man had ever made her feel anything like this.

And then he wasn't fucking her anymore. He pulled out and collapsed onto the bed next to her, panting. Ms Paris reached down, a huge breast flopping over Toni's shoulder, and began to rub Toni's sensitive clit. No, it was too much! Toni's eyes widened and she gasped. Her body shook, breath hitched; it was too much. Toni moaned, her legs closing around the older woman's hand. Her hips shook She gripped Ms Paris' wrist and tried to pull her hand away. Her clit was too sensitive now--each touch was almost painful, making her flinch in overstimulation.

"Please... too sensitive," she gasped, through the subsiding orgasm. Ms Paris chuckled and pulled her hand back. She ran her fingers along Toni's jaw.

"Okay darling," she said tenderly. "But only because you've been such a good girl." Toni smiled at the praise, and sobbed, despite herself. She wiped tears from her eyes, ashamed she was once again crying. She'd been overwhelmed by the sensations. They were tears of release, of joy, if anything. Although she couldn't help but feel a pang of disappointment her master hadn't cum.

Sniffling, she looked over at Alex. He was panting, muscular chest rising and falling, with his eyes closed and a contented smile, a distinct look of satisfaction plastered over his features. She had found something truly special in this man, in this... situation. Her master. She looked at him with a submissive gaze, wanting nothing more than to give herself over to him completely. Body trembling, she sucked in a few quick breaths. The last waves of her rapidly weakening orgasm filtered through her.

As if he felt her gaze on him, he opened his eyes and turned to look at her, breathing deeply and happily. His lean, muscular frame was coated in a sheen of sweat, his cock still at attention. Toni knew that she wanted him again and again. Just looking at him made her insides flutter with anticipation, her body responding with a hot flush that was at once exhilarating and deeply satisfying. Like a warm bath of the soul.

She lay back against Ms Paris' soft body, feeling the weight of the older submissive's heavy breasts on her head. This was it; this was heaven. She closed her eyes and let out a satisfied sigh. This was a moment she would never forget. The first time her master took her, claimed her. This man had given her everything she had ever wanted, and more. Toni knew that, no matter what the future held, she would always cherish the memory of the day she became someone's submissive. His submissive. His sex slave.

Before she could truly catch her breath and bask in the afterglow, Ms Paris had pushed her off and sat up.

"We're not fucking finished, darling," she growled playfully. Toni squeaked as the older submissive grabbed her by the throat and dragged her across the bed, setting her down between Alex's legs. His cock was still rock hard and lay wet on his stomach, glistening with her pleasure.

"It's a woman's duty to make sure her partner is completely satisfied," Ms Paris said, pushing Toni's head towards Alex's crotch. "He made you cum, didn't he? Are you grateful or not?"

"Y-yes ma'am," Toni gasped. "I'm grateful."

"Then tell him you dumb slut," Ms Paris said, slapping Toni. She was in a dull orgasmic haze, the slap sent a jolt through her, waking her up.

"Thankyou Sir!" Toni exclaimed. "Thankyou, thankyou, thankyou..."

"You're welcome," Alex breathed, chuckling. He still hadn't lost the grin on his face, and he ran his hands over his face and through his hair.

"Do you know what's better than telling him, darling? Showing him," Ms Paris whispered. Toni took a deep breath and stared at Alex's cock. She almost reached out and grabbed it, but she remembered the rules. No hands, at least not without permission. She repositioned herself to be more comfortable, on all fours on the bed between Alex's spread legs.

She gripped his thighs for balance and leaned in to smell his manhood. It smelt of sweat and cum and sex, and she couldn't stop herself tasting it. She licked his cock, her head moving up and down his thick shaft. She took him deep into her mouth, her lips wrapping tightly around the swollen head, while her tongue teased and caressed the velvety skin. She could taste herself on his cock. It was a familiar flavor; she'd sucked on dildos or her own fingers enough times to recognise it. Honestly, she relished the taste of their combined juices--the sweet tang of her own arousal mixed with the slightly salty flavor of his pre-cum

"Good girl," Alex moaned, his head back as he stared at the ceiling. "Good girl, that's it..." Her fingers dug into his thighs, pulling him closer as she worked on his cock. Meanwhile, Ms Paris stood beside the bed, watching intently. Toni could see her out of the corner of her eye, tall and statuesque as always, with a voluptuous figure that seemed to fill the room.

She leaned in and gripped Toni's head, running her hands over the bristles of her buzz cut hair, guiding her movements. She stroked Toni's bare back.

"That's it, darling," she purred, her voice deep and seductive. "Make him feel all that pleasure. He deserves it doesn't he? You're such a good little slut. Keep sucking him like that..."

Egged on by Ms Paris' words, Toni picked up her pace, sucking harder and faster as she took more of his length into her mouth. She gagged, but it did little to deter her. She glanced up at him, catching his eye, and saw the look of pure bliss on his face. It spurred her on, driving her to please him even more. Her pussy throbbed with need. She could feel the weight of him in her mouth and enjoyed the way his hardness pulsed against her tongue. The musky scent of his arousal filled her nostrils, making her head spin with desire.