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

being scalded
as the piss patterned her face, the smell of ammonia strong and
pungent.
    Drops of urine ran into her mouth. Emily was revolted but
couldn’t resist licking her lips to garner more of the liquid,
tasting its strong acrid flavour. More followed, Her Master aiming
directly into her mouth, Emily swallowed some of the ghastly juice
- the rest gurgled over her lips and cascaded down her chin onto
her breasts then down to the floor.
    “Ahh!” came another voice, this sigh Italian.
    Emily forced her eyes open as she was struck like a punch, so
she could witness the sight of Hades urinating with all the
strength of a horse. It sloshed from his cock as a powerful jet,
splattering Emily all over her face. She was pissed on from the
right and sprayed from the left – two streams of urine battling
over her face as her tongue lashed around to sample both
flavours.
    Her Master aimed lower, moving from Emily’s face to spray her
all over her frontage, emptying his full bladder onto her body,
washing her down. The hot liquid splashed over her breasts and
downwards over her stomach, soaking Emily thoroughly from head to
knees with his golden piss. The pressure behind the jet was
mightily impressive, and Emily could feel it as it hit her skin
like a blast from a power-hose.
    Meanwhile Hades changed position and aimed at Emily’s back. It
ran down her spine and collected in her gulley, a torrent of
Italian piss gushing over her asshole, Emily anally slurping some
in to sting her hungry chute.
    Front and back, Emily got soaked – the piss running off her to
splash on the floor and run down a nearby drain. Both men finally
ended at Emily’s genitals, which the young woman brazenly offered
up, leaning back to present her puffy pussy. Still lapping up the
dregs that had washed her face and swallowing the piss down, Emily
whorishly groaned as two jets pattered against her bald puffy lips.
Her Master came to an end, the Italian kept flowing, directing it
onto Emily’s slit.
    “On your back, Blondie!” Her Master commanded. “Ass in the air
to show my friend your hole.”
    Drunk on the depravity, stinking like the urinal on the hard
cement floor, Emily hurriedly obeyed before the stream ran out. She
got into position, curling her legs up to present the man her
asshole which got splattered and drenched; Emily’s opening her ring
to take some of the piss in. She was screaming out her lust, a
disgusting slut writhing in muck when the Italian finally drained
his bladder.
    Laughing at his bitch’s filthy display, Emily’s Master grabbed
her by her pissed soaked hair. She was pulled to her feet and
pushed to the urinal, bending over so she held it by the rim and
her head was sunk into the stinking bowl.
    “Dirty bitch!” snarled Her Master. “Dirty, dirty,
bitch!”
    Then he was behind her, his cock now fully hard. One hard push
and he was in her, bulling past her ring and into her guts - Emily
howling like the bitch she was.
    “Ahhh!” Her Master hissed again as he released the final flush
of piss he had purposely held back.
    Emily gasped and moaned as she was internally warmed, the hot
liquid sloshing inside her bowels. Her ring was aching from the
sudden stretch but that mattered little to this cock loving whore.
Her Master was in her. Half of his cock was up Emily’s ass, and
that made her feel so wonderfully complete. She clenched around it
and the piss that he gave – this incredible gift of body
fluid.
    “Ah yes, Blondie,” growled the man as his stream came to an
end and he pumped with half his cock. “I’m going to fuck you now.
Fuck you like a bitch, doggy style from behind. But first you need
to clean yourself before I give you the rest of this bone and grind
against your butt cheeks. In the shower Blondie, then back on the
bench so the party can really get started.”

Chapter 6
    Emily wished they had just fucked her straight away.
Everything had become blurred, like in a weird surreal dream of
Dali