Her Master Returns (Dark BDSM Erotica) by Dan Bruce Read Free Book Online

thighs to
reveal a thick thatch of curly black pubes and a pair of bull sized
balls swinging low in a hairless sac.
    When her mouth was freed Emily pounced on the flesh. She had
no thoughts at all - she was just driven by pure lust. She
smothered her face, sniffing and nuzzling, her tongue frantically
licking all over the tackle. She used her hands as well, and there
was room for them both, stroking and caressing, toying with the
knob and gently squeezing the balls.
    “Si! Is good!” groaned the appreciative Italian. “Keep
squeezing them as I fuck your face.”
    Emily complied, in a daze of submissive bliss. She opened up
wide and relaxed as best she could and accepted the huge cock back
down her throat.
    The Italian then face fucked her. Boy did he pound her. For
the next few minutes Emily was hammered into, sucking in air
whenever she could, squeezing on the balls like she was clinging to
dear life, coaxing the big nuts to blow out their load and bring
the wonderful torture to an end.
    Bang! Bang! Bang! Emily’s face got pounded. The man fucked her
with violence, his thrusting deep and relentless. Struggling with
asphyxiation, Emily was slipping, mentally drifting, and her grip
on the balls fading. But as blackness began to fall and threaten to
take her away, she heard the Italian let out another mighty roar.
His cock seemed to expand to a ridiculous degree. Then finding new
strength, Emily squeezed the balls again and was rewarded with
internal heat as two big Italian gonads erupted and a fountain of
spunk blasted into her gullet.
    Her
new abuser held Emily fixed as he unleashed his first jet; then
sensing her limpness he pulled three quarters way out. Emily gulped
for air, she managed to choke in a breath of life saving gas, and
then the cock was rammed into her again to fire out another blast.
Emily’s throat was repeatedly stabbed, the man punched out his
semen directly into her stomach until every last drop of his
essence was in her. Then slowly he withdrew, luxuriating in the
tightness of the violated gullet as his massive cock inched its way
back out and at last allowed Emily some relief.
    “Good! It is best to come first in the mouth. Now I can fuck
her for a really long time! But before I start... I need a
piss!”

Chapter 5
    “Yeah, me too!” echoed Emily’s Master. “On the floor Blondie!
Crawl over to the urinal.”
    Emily gawped at Her Master who had moved back to the head of
the bench, his semi-hard cock again out of his flies, held in his
hand and being waved around. It looked so beautiful – big and
angry, raw and sexual even though it wasn’t fully hard. Emily
cursed herself for wanting it so much, and wanting that other cock
that had just violated her throat – wanting to be fucked, treated
like a slut – wanting them so much that she would agree to
this.
    Beyond protest, Emily obeyed. She clambered off the bench and
crawled to the far wall where the urinal was, stinking of piss. She
knelt beside it, head bowed.
    “No chance, Blondie. You know you want to see this. You want
to see the piss gushing from our cocks. You want to taste the
flavour, swill it around your mouth. Am I right?”
    Emily looked up, appalled at herself – totally revolted that
she would speak the truth. “Yes Master,” she replied and left her
mouth open, offering a target for the men.
    Emily flicked her glance between the two members, both so
large – one slightly softening just having come, the other
hardening, getting ready for more sex. Emily’s pussy and asshole
pulsed in anticipation whilst she braced herself for the watery
foreplay.
    “Ahhh!” cried Her Master as he started to piss - a hot,
powerful yellow stream of strong smelling, heavily concentrated
urine, flushed out his cock, and gushed straight onto Emily’s head.
The powerful stream caught her full in the face, getting in her
eyes which she had to force closed, washing her ears, drenching her
brow, and soaking her hair. Emily felt like she was