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100 shades of red

Date: 7/10/2015, Categories: BDSM, Fetish, Hardcore, Author: Spiel_maschinerie, Rating: 100, Source: xHamster

100 shades of red bySpiel_maschinerie I was horny. I was terribly horny. My panties were all wet, I was afraid that wetness will start running down my thighs. I was in need. My need was red. I needed Him. My Master. I felt the need. The unstoppable urge to feel him. For him to be in me. For him to use me. In any way He wants. I needed pain. I needed fulfillment. I needed Him. He ordered me to get dressed like a slut, because He adores to see me like that. Of course, there are also black boots, a mask on my face, leather cuffs on my wrists, collar around my neck as a proof of belonging - his dog. He tied me to the door of the bathroom, hands over my head. He took a single tail whip and ordered me to look at it. Even the sight of the whip made me feel how my pussy very leaks and the sight of his eyes behind the mask, even more. He put his androgynous mask on his face so I could see his eyes only. The mask itself wasn't scary, but its inexpressiveness was. And his eyes... For a moment I was afraid. The first few lashes were for heating, and then He ordered me to count. Of course, I had to thank him for every strike I received. He started. One. Thank you, Master... Two. Thank you, Master... Three. Thank you, Master... The strikes were falling on me like a summer rain, a downpour. It burned. It hurt. I writhed. My back and buttocks were like glowing. I closed my eyes and entered his rhythm. Each new strike brought still more pain, with each new pain I was more and more his. ... Fifty. Thank you, Master... My back was burning. I know they were completely red. I opened my eyes and saw his erected cock. Mhhghhhhhmmmmmm... He was two steps behind me and then suddenly shoved his cock in my pussy. He grabbed my hips and began to fuck me hard, cruel, not waiting for my pussy to prepare for it. He took my nipples between his fingers and squeezed them with all his might! I screamed and crammed even more on his dick. Already after a few seconds I felt that I was close to orgasm, so I yelled and asked for a permission. He waited a bit my state of desire, greed and needs to become unbearable, and then He spoke those wonderful words: &#034Cum, you bitch!&#034. I came with his big cock inside me... As soon as the spasms subsided, He got out of me. I felt like I lost a part of myself. He turned me around and now began to whip me in front. Again, I thanked for each lash. That thanking was not only protocolary, but true, essential, because I was truly and honestly grateful for every stroke He has granted me. One. Thank you, Master... Two. Thank you, Master... Three. Thank you, Master... Whip was curling over my body, over my stomach, pussy, breasts. My nipples were burning every time a stroke came down over them. I moaned, tried not to scream, but He had no mercy. He continued to whip me, to whip me for his pleasure over my sufferings, and I found it even more exciting. My pussy was even more wet. And even more wet. And even more wet... Fifty... Thank you, Master... Red. ...