Her Master Returns (Dark BDSM Erotica)

by Dan Bruce

  “I will try Master: but he is so big. Too big I think, unlike you who have the perfect sized penis. May I kiss it?”

  “Yes. Then crawl out of the shower and get on the bench. I need more than your lips – I need your shaved cunt, Blondie. Nice idea by the way!”

  Overjoyed that Her Master was going to fuck her again, and that he had noticed the change she had made for his pleasure, Emily leaned further forward and planted the kiss on the base of the man’s shaft. She trailed her tongue slowly up to the glans which again was kissed, tongued and sucked – truly worshipped by this cock loving slut. Then Her Master reached over to turn off the shower. He took hold of Emily’s leash and chugged her to attention, pulling her away from the tingling erection, leaving it lobbing lewdly up and down.

  On hands and knees Emily was brought back into the room where the quiet man was waiting, naked as well, apart from his shoes and socks which were supported by a pair of black garters. It made for an odd, but very impressive sight. Emily gazed at the bulk of the man: a massive burly hunk, who unlike Her Master was smooth of chest. He was slightly bloated at the stomach, too much pasta perhaps and not enough sit ups, but he carried it well with his imposing build, and of course any flaw could be forgiven when there was a thick column of meat sticking out of his groin, hard and gnarled with veins, like an old tree trunk.

  The Italian stallion threw Emily the towel which she used to quickly dry herself. Then she was led by Her Master back to the bench where she was manhandled into a different position, this time standing astride the bench, her legs parted wide and her torso bent forwards so that her hands rested on the bench, her head looking forward. The chain leash was left dangling from her collared neck along with her string of pearls.

  “So Blondie, you are a very lucky bitch,” announced Her Master from behind, slapping his erection across Emily’s buttocks. “My friend has agreed to let me fuck you first. As you can see, he is an unusually well endowed man, and has consented to let me open you up for him. What have you to say to him?”

  “Thank you sir,” bleated Emily as she gazed at the huge cock before her, wondering how on earth she would manage to take it up either of her fuck holes. It was so unnaturally big, not just the length, it was frighteningly thick – it would be like giving birth without any drugs to numb the pain.

  But it was still an incredible specimen, and Emily was positively drooling gazing at it whilst Her Master’s knob pressed it into the crack of her ass, rode up and down the crevice before heading south to her gushing snatch. She swayed her ass in anticipation. He had promised her hours of rutting her pussy, but even a few minutes of preparation would be a thrill beyond belief.

  SMACK!

  “Arrrgh!” yelled Emily as her right buttock was slapped good and hard, Her Master’s hand stinging the skin.

  “Keep still, you dirty bitch!” the man snarled, grappling the sore buttock he’d just smacked.

  Bizarrely elated to be treated like this, Emily forced herself to obey. She gazed at a cock as another slid into her folds, riding the slit and rubbing her clit then settling over the hungry hole. One hard thrust of his hips and the man was back in her, the head bullying its way into Emily’s vagina. Emily screamed as her walls were violently stretched then she screamed again as her hips were grabbed and the man dragged her back onto his impaling dick, filling her up with all eight inches of his thick masterful meat.

  “Suck me as well!” ordered the Italian, moving a step closer so Emily could accept him.

  It was a moment of complete and utter bliss for Emily. She opened up wide to suck the Italian’s knob - the big stud not forcing, just allowing Emily to pleasure him as such. Meanwhile the initial pain was passing, and Emily was treated to a slow sensuous shafting – Her Master riding her with lingering strokes. It truly blew Emily’s mind – the fucking was so good, and the cock in her mouth so big and delicious. She could feel the virility of both the men, smouldering beasts with simmering testosterone, enjoying themselves before they explode and ravished.

  After a few minutes of this bliss, Emily’s ass was smacked again, another hard wallop across the right buttock which was already red from the belting she’d taken.

  “You’ve opened up real well, Blondie. Now tighten around me and fuck yourself on my dick. Show me how much you love my cock, and show my friend how much you lust after his.”

  Lost in the sex, Emily obeyed. She tightened at the back and relaxed at the front then started to rock back and forwards, sliding up and down on Her Master’s fleshy pole whilst gobbling down the Italian monster again, deep-throating the brute as she fucked herself. Back and forth Emily swayed, impaling her vagina as she freed her gullet then emptying her pussy as she stuffed her face. The men just stood there, moaning out their pleasure, letting Emily dish it out as best she could.

  A third hard slap announced another change. Again Her Master grabbed her by the hips and started fucking her wildly. Emily’s pussy ignited and exploded in delight – her whole body shook with the intensity of her pleasure. As Her Master rode her, ploughing her cunt, Emily sucked and bobbed, manically blowing. The Italian held her head and started to fuck as well, leaning over so he could watch the other show, grinning as he gazed at the well stretched shaved lips, the glistening pink petals getting dragged in and out.

  Then determined not to get over carried away in the mouth, the Italian stallion pulled his cock out and stood there watching as Emily got fucked good and hard, leaning further over so he could grope her buttocks and give them the occasional slap.

  Emily took the shafting on shaking legs, groaning with every thrust from Her Master’s big plundering dick, and every smack from the Italian’s big strong hands. It was a good honest doggy shagging, dirty and rough, made all the better and hideously more foreboding by the view Emily had; for as her pussy got pounded by eight good inches, she was staring at something stunningly bigger, gloriously hard and hungry for more sex!

  Her Nemesis Master rode her and rode her hard. He and Emily were moaning, growling and groaning. The Italian before her was growling as well; grappling with butt cheeks, invading the spread crack, and fingering the asshole that was to be fucked as well – something that Her Master had not forgotten.

  “Yeah, she’ll need that opening properly as well!” he cried, chortling with delight at the fun he was having. He pulled out of her cunt, his cock drizzling with her juices, and plunged the lubricated phallus straight into her other hole. Emily howled afresh as her bowels were plundered once again, this time by the entirety of Her Master’s big shaft. But the howl of pain passed to be replaced by whorish yells as the man set off on another buggering of her ass.

  He was straight into his stride, making the most of the ride, knowing that favours weren’t necessarily on his side at this particular moment. Harder and harder Emily’s Master shagged her, slamming into the big Italian hands that held and groped her buttocks. Soon he was groaning as he hammered the strokes home - his pace of shafting becoming frantic as he galloped towards the orgasmic line, taking Emily with him, her climax fast approaching.

  “Enough!” shouted out the Italian, spoiling the fun. “My turn now! I do not want your spunk in there when I’m fucking her.”

  For a moment Emily thought Her Nemesis Master would defy the big Latino hunk. He carried on ploughing what he had claimed as his, but he eventually slowed down and made a few final lingering thrusts, leaving Emily teetering in desperate need of finishing off. Then Her Nemesis Master pulled out and made way for his guest – both her holes now opened up and his bitch fully ripe, the cunning brute having brought her to the perfect pitch.

  Chapter 7

  The Italian came round and replaced Emily’s Master at her rear. Emily braced herself, fully expecting to be mounted straight away and have than massive piece of meat stuffed inside her – cunt then ass, for that’s what he had said. And by God that’s what she needed – the bitch was in heat and desperate to be bred, desperate for the climax that was waiting to explo
de having been brought to the edge by Her Master.

  Holding the position, legs astride the bench on which her hands rested, Emily felt the enormity of Hades knob again, riding her ass crack then spreading her pussy lips, just as Her Master had earlier done. It was a poignant moment, accepting to be used by some anonymous man, made all the more so by the face that she saw, looking down with what appeared to be a glimmer of caring. Emotions raged: she was prostituting herself because this man needed her to do so; but she was hungry for the cock having been mightily aroused; she was pleased she was giving, and delighted to be taking. Her master was here and dictating and that had to make it fine. He was there before her, gloriously naked, watching his property about to be used by someone else. And that thrilled Emily so – it flushed her very core. She almost came without the need for penetration, but she held it back because Her Master had decreed so... ‘Give him what you gave me – that should do the trick.’ She had given him her climax on the moment of entry, and now Hades was due the same.

  WHOOM!

  He got it!

  First came the screech as her pussy was breeched and the massive Italian phallus plundered into her vagina, impossibly stretching, punching at her womb. Emily’s head arched back in a curtain of wet hair, spraying the impaler behind her. She howled to the ceiling as her body convulsed, pain and ecstasy snarling at her sex, stuffed so fully she thought she might burst. But the only explosion was orgasmic in its nature – Emily’s pussy ignited and pulsed around the mass of flesh inside it. Every cell in her body screamed in sexual bliss.

  The man lustily groaned, mightily impressed – the woman’s orgasmic cunt was Nirvana to his rigid tingling man-flesh. Thrilled to the high heavens he punched into her again, then again and again, screwing the bitch, riding the climax that ran and ran. As he fucked her he pawed at her, groping the youthful flesh, and with the other hand he whacked the wobbly buttocks, looking forward to getting his cock inside that as well, making her come again with the buggering he would give.

  Having already come, the man fucked her long after Emily’s own climax had passed. He fucked her hard and he fucked her slow, groping her ass, playing with her tits, enjoying her cunt with his incredible big dick. All the while Emily groaned at the pleasuring she was getting, happy in the knowledge that she was doing what was needed, and that the chore had turned out to be so wonderfully rewarding. She looked over to the man who was merrily ploughing her, showing with her eyes her thanks and appreciation. And she looked to Her Master with gratitude and longing – showing him that it was He that she really wanted, although she was happy to do whatever he commanded.

  “Now the ass!” the Italian announced after a timeless length of screwing Emily’s cunt. He pulled fully out and Emily braced herself for another invasion, and a blast of pain that might not be orgasmic. But that didn’t happen. Instead the guest of honour took a moment to appreciate further what he was about to enjoy. Showing a surprising degree of class and finesse, he stroked Emily’s buttocks, caressing the flesh he had earlier belted and spanked. He gave a few more gentle slaps so the mounds would wobble, delighting in their incredible full roundness. Then he spread the cheeks so he could inspect the anus which was gaping after the hard shagging it had taken from Her Master. It was an intimacy that added to the degradation, making Emily feel like a piece of meat that was being inspected before being devoured. It made her feel cheap, although that was far from the case... and it made her feel horny as hell.

  In no rush to bugger her, the big Italian did some exploring with his fingers - entering first with just the index to stroke the silky lining of Emily’s chute. Well stretched as she was, Emily clenched around it, pulsing with her muscles as her internal flesh got rubbed. She wanted to please and she wanted to thank. She wanted Her Master whom she knew she could handle, but she wanted this man as well. She was a cock loving slut and she wanted it all – to be savagely rode and totally devoured.

  That was sure to happen, but all in good time. More fingers were what she got for the time being: two then three then finally four plunging into her guts. Emily feared for a moment that a fifth might be added and the Italian would elect to fist her instead. His hands were so big, even bigger than his humungous cock – it would be a nightmare from hell if he tried.

  Thankfully he didn’t, but elsewhere in the room a man was watching – his cock on fire, his unloaded balls again heavy and aching, his fingers twitching – thinking, thinking, another twist might be in order to add to the fun.

  Meanwhile the Italian finished with his frigging and announced he was now ready to screw the living daylights out of this dirty little bitch! A choice little phrase that got everyone’s attention!

  Thrilled but wary, Emily held her position and braced herself for another shafting from the rear by that brutishly colossal cock. But then suddenly there was a change of mood when the Italian wrestled Emily around, forcing her back onto the bench, this time lying on her back.

  “Get your legs up and show me your asshole again,” the new man ordered.

  Emily blinked and looked down to the massive erection that was snarling and spitting out juice, wondering how the hell she was going to be able to do this while lying on the bench. Surely she would topple off, but the big man insisted. Defeated, Emily nodded and slowly lifted her legs, gripping them in her hands. She started to tumble, rolling to the side and had to abandon the attempt.

  The hunky Italian looked mightily cross. Emily could feel his eyes glaring through the dark shades he still wore. A hand was being raised, Hades was poised to strike and dish out more pain if his underworld ride did not obey. Fortunately Her Master came to her rescue and solved the problem. As Emily tried to lift her legs again, he leaned over her and reached for her ankles, pulling them painfully back. This caused Emily’s ass to lift off the bench and curl over to be inspected in the new position. Emily gripped the sides of the bench to steady herself further while her legs were held open, obscenely presenting her asshole to the Italian.

  Hades laughed. He prodded the pucker again with a big thick finger then he looked up to his fellow abuser.

  “You were right – it’s a really nice ass – as good as any I’ve ever seen. And it’s tight as well, even though she’s been opened up.” Then with a hearty laugh the big stud added, “But I doubt if she’ll still be tight once I’m finished with her. Few women ever are!”

  Emily shook her head and was only able to groan. Her entire body was shaking in fear and anticipation. The Italian spat on his hands and spread the saliva over his fingers. Emily cringed and tightened as the new man quickly plunged them back into her rectum, working them in and out to coat her insides.

  Suddenly, the bulbous head of the big Latino’s cock was pressed against her asshole, as the Italian crouched over her and leaned in. He leered down, his lips curling cruelly. He teased for a moment, pushing gently and stretching with the tapered end of his massive knob. Emily clung to the bench, hurting her fingers as she gripped so tight.

  “Please!” she whimpered, suddenly frightened.

  “Please what?” the Italian asked.

  Please don’t. Emily wanted to say, but she held her tongue, knowing this would happen anyway. A glance to Her Master gave her strength. She feared the man, and hated him in a way, yet worshipped him as well, and right then that’s what mattered. She worshipped his cock and his dominant control. If this was his wish, if this was something that he ‘needed’ then Emily must comply no matter how badly it hurt.

  “Please!” croaked Emily. “Please fuck my a... AAAAAARRRGH!”

  Emily screamed and screamed as the request was met. The Italian thrust into her body with all his might and his massive dick went bullying home. It plunged into Emily’s guts, past her aching ring and bludgeoning through her flesh to plunder into her bowels. The Italian stallion was unrelenting – the girth of his cock stretching Emily’s rectum, but friction did not hinder him in any way. He pushed and he pushed until he was all the way in her and his groin was
grazing Emily’s battered ass cheeks.

  Emily yelled repeatedly as her guts went into spasm, clamping around the gigantic shaft and the huge bulbous glans at the end of the phallus which felt like it was in Emily’s stomach, so deep was the penetration.

  “Please!!!” Emily yelled. Please what she couldn’t tell you. There was pain and there was warped pleasure, both enormous like the cock, mingling together, hurting and thrilling like nothing before.

  The hunky Italian held himself there, moaning softly as he enjoyed the pulsing of Emily’s chute around his throbbing blood-engorged meat, and he grinded into the buttocks, feeling their heat and sensuous fullness. He gave it over a minute: a consideration perhaps to allow Emily to adapt, but mainly just to relish the ass before embarking on the shafting he was going to dish out.

  Then slowly the big man pulled his dick out, groaning all the while, savouring the action and Emily’s tormented expression. But he did not empty Emily completely; he paused with his big knob still inside.

  “Stroke me,” the new abuser quietly commanded.

  Instead of raging in protest and pushing both men away from her, Emily mindlessly complied. She grunted as she struggled to lean forward, yelping again as the Italian’s massive member pushed a bit further inside her. Emily gripped the vastness of the shaft that remained outside and began to stroke him; masturbating him while he impaled her ass again.

  Glancing up to the man’s face, Emily noted her new violator’s expression. The big Italian smiled as he slowly squeezed back into Emily’s ass, relishing the friction and the pain that it gave. Emily hated him for it. She hated him for hurting her so much. The pain was agonizing, yet Emily’s pussy was puffy and gushing, jealous as all hell that it wasn’t still getting filled. Obeying the order, Emily stroked furiously at the shaft that was available to her hand, a part of her hoping the big brute would come before he could get all of his enormous cock back inside her; another part of her, a bigger part, the cock loving slut part, prayed that the man would be true to his word and bugger her senseless!