1. The Devil's Pact Slave Chronicles 11: Sally, The Gift


    Date: 9/17/2015, Categories: Dark Fantasy, BDSM, Domination/submission, Exhibitionism, Female/Female, Male/Female, Voyeurism, Author: mypenname3000, Rating: 0, Source: sexstories.com

    putting all the fear I could into my words. “You're hurting me.” I bucked beneath him, struggling to move my arms beneath his strength. His cock plowed into me, churning my passions as his groin smashed into my clit. Every slam shot new sparks of pleasure through me. “Please!” “This is what you get!” he growled. “Because you're a dirty, filthy slut, Mary!” I turned away from him, biting my lip, trying to hold back my pleasure. A small gasp escaped my lips, the first hint that I was actually enjoying this. It had to be a slow surrender. Let my Master believe he was winning me over. I let out another little sigh, careful to keep my full passion inside me. Master fucked me harder. “You like my cock, don't you!” “I don't,” I moaned, giving his cock a gentle squeeze with my pussy. “Please, stop!” He let go of my arms and grasped my breast, kneading hard, bruising my delicate flesh. The pain was exquisite. “You love it, don't you? You're such a whore that you can't help yourself!” “Oh, no!” I moaned, letting my lust invade my tone and my hips start to writhe. “I hate this!” “I can feel how wet you are, Mary! Your dirty cunt's squeezing around my cock! You're such a whore!” His fingers pinched my nipple, one more wonderful sensation adding to the boiling in my core. Lust twisted his face as he savored the pleasure I gave him. This is what I was born to do. I loved it. “No, no, no!” I protested, my legs wrapping around his hips, pulling him harder into me. My cum was upon me and I ...
    fought it off—it was too early. “Stop fucking me!” Our hips slammed together. “Say it!” he hissed. “Tell me how great my cock feels!” “It doesn't! I hate it!” I moaned, giving lie to my words. “Liar. If you hate it, why are you fucking me back?” “Oh, no!” I gasped. It was time. I surrendered to the passion of his thrusts and let my orgasm exploded inside me. I howled my pleasure, throwing my arms around his body and clutching him to me as pleasure rippled over and over through me. His cock kept fucking me, spurring me to higher and higher plateaus of passion. I savored my relief. “I love your cock!” I screamed in his ear. “Harder! Fuck me harder!” “I'm the best you've ever had, huh, whore?” “Yes! The very best! Oh, fuck, I'm still cumming!” He drove once more into me. His whole body tensed, his face squeezing shut as his seed erupted into my hungry depths. One last, wonderful climax speared through me. My Master came inside me; I satiated him, crushing his weight to my breasts as we were whipped by the winds of our passions, rocked in a storm of lust. He collapsed atop me. Our breaths came in ragged gasps. “Oh, Master,” I cooed, kissing his neck and chin. “Oh, Master, thank you, thank you.” He rolled off me, lying beside me on the bed, staring up at the ceiling. I smiled, running my fingers lazily through the mess between my thighs. He didn't say anything, just stared up at the ceiling, his skinny chest rising and falling beneath his still buttoned up dress shirt, ringed with ...
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