by Dan Bruce
Deeper and deeper the Italian penetrated. Eventually Emily’s fist was trapped between the bull-like balls and her own quivering ass. Grinning madly, wanting to impale fully again, the Italian reached down and pulled Emily’s fist from around his cock, before sliding inside her the last few inches, forcing in every fraction he had, stuffing Emily even fuller than before.
Hades grinned down, enjoying the suffering he was clearly causing. He held himself fully in Emily for a few moments, savouring the anguish and the pulsating of the violated chute, so alive in its torment around his huge shaft. Then he slowly emptied Emily again. Emily hollered in protest - the feeling of that massive cock leaving her was as bad as it was filling her up. She could feel her guts getting dragged out of her body as they clung tightly stretched around the thick naked shaft.
When she was nearly emptied, Emily steeled herself for that agonizing feeling of a big cock pulling out of her ass. But it didn’t happen. The man kept his huge knob in and thrust again, slowly refilling the guts. Emily’s entire body stiffened and she uttered a loud gasp. The mammoth sized penis pushed past all the muscles inside her, opening her wider than ever. Finally Emily felt the Italian’s balls against her, resting heavy and potent on the bottom of her back. Emily twisted and writhed, whimpering and moaning, stuffed to the brim with throbbing meat. It was an agony of hurt, but beneath the layer of hideous pain was the euphoria of being so completely jammed full of cock. Her pussy was salivating, screaming with need. She reached down and touched herself, fingers stroking the puffy flesh inside her lips, rubbing her swollen clit.
He smiled again and suddenly began to pump slowly in and out of her. With each thrust she cried out and bawled. Hades enormous cock head bullied into her; hurting her, yet thrilling her, driving her insane with the cocktail of pleasure and pain. After a few thrust Emily was tossing her head and writhing on the bench like the whore she was.
The ache remained as the Italian fucked her harder, pistoning his colossal shaft into Emily’s bowels; but through that pain dawned a wondrous pleasure – the pleasure of a cock slut being thoroughly abused. Within a few minutes of this incredible shafting from a cock that was freakishly large, Emily was panting, moaning out her lust. The pain soon ebbed. The Italian carried on fucking, pumping away with his phenomenal dick, not giving a toss if Emily was enjoying it or not.
But of course she was – Emily was a cock loving slut and soon she was begging the Italian stallion to fuck her harder; babbling and bleating for the massive cock to ride her raw, whilst frantically pleasuring her own needy sex, whorishly screaming out her ravenous lust.
Wham! Bang! Slam! The Italian humped at her madly. The bench was shunting backwards, scraping against the cement floor, echoing off the changing room walls, adding to the growls of the man on top and the whorish howls of the woman getting rode, her ass getting pounded as if by a sledge hammer.
“Play with me!” the Italian demanded.
Mad with the sex, Emily pulled her hand away from her pussy and her grip on the bench. One hand reached out to fondle the big balls, the other to stroke the Italian’s cock each time the big man emptied her. As his shaft would leave her ass, Emily’s fist would be there to grip it, then moving away as he impaled her again. And what a buzz that gave her - it felt so good to touch the enormity of what fucked her – Emily couldn’t get enough of this incredible big dick. She was a raging whore, a snarling bitch in heat. She wanted so desperately to be used and seen for what she was. There were no thoughts any more about doing this for Her Master, all she was aware of was the glory of the buggering – wild and crazy, rough and dirty, totally fulfilling for a cock loving slut who was getting the fucking of her life.
Wham! Bang! Slam! The Italian pounded away with unrelenting vigour, and Emily screamed out her pleasure again and again as the big man violently screwed her. Above, Her Master was holding her legs and chortling with pleasure, his cock lobbing up and down, spitting out juice onto Emily’s face. But the young woman barely registered this; her eyes were fixed to the man who was rutting her, his massive body proudly naked and glistening with sweat. Emily’s mind was consumed with the incredible sex – she was oblivious to all else – a ravenous snarling cock loving bitch that was wonderfully pounded by an enormous piece of meat.
“Enjoying it, bitch?” Emily heard Her Master ask, the words floating into her head in a mist.
“Oh! God yes!” Emily hollered, innately responding, as the Italian stallion slammed repeatedly into her ass. “Yes, Master! It’s sensational. God, he’s so big, but it feels so good!”
“Tell him,” Her Master ordered.
“Thank you, sir!” Emily howled, gazing at the man who towered above her and hammered into her with ferocious vigour. “Thank you for fucking me! And please, please, fuck me more!” she wailed.
Happy to oblige, the big Italian pushed Emily’s hands to the side, then unimpeded he ploughed into her really hard, pulling all the way out so she could ram back into Emily’s gaping hole. With no care for finesse he thrust his cock home, punching his massive throbbing meat into Emily’s pulsating guts with a rapid and brutal rhythm.
“Arrrgh! God! Yes! Oh, sir! YESSSS!!!” Emily screamed, her hands flaying at air before returning to the bench to claw at the edge so hard her fingers hurt.
The Italian carried on slamming and riding her brutally – his face contorted with savage lust and a need to release the mounting pressure in his balls that was building with every slap the big nuts made on Emily’s tingling back.
Emily bawled out her pleasure, urging the stud on, wanting it to last, wanting him to come, her own body quivering, washed with waves that threatening to drown her again in orgasmic bliss.
Wham! Bang! Slam! The Italian pressed on, snarling out his pleasure as he wildly fucked away. Emily was howling as well, holding herself right on the edge of climax, watching and listening, feeling the cock inside her. The growling grew louder, the face contorted further, and the cock grew bigger, an impossibly large organ ploughing into Emily’s guts.
“Yes!” cried Emily, egging the brute on, and judging the time was just about right, she finally let go. “Yes! Yes!!! Oh sir! I’m coming. Oh God, it’s so good! I’m coming! I’m coming! Arrrgh!”
As her body convulsed in another massive climax, Emily’s ass muscles clenched around the Italian’s massive. The Italian howled in delight as he glared down at her and felt Emily’s chute pulse orgasmically around his cock. He carried on fucking, slamming it in, sweat dripping from his brow and drool from his mouth.
Emily was howling as she came and came. The big Italian stud fucked all the way through it, making it run and run. Then he carried on fucking for a few seconds more before he himself surrendered with a mighty roar and an explosion inside Emily’s guts. He slammed into the body and grinded against the full round cheeks; snarling and stabbing as he let it all rip out – blast after blast of powerful spurts, splashing at the walls of Emily’s bowels.
For almost a minute the big brute climaxed. More and more cum filled Emily’s guts - it seemed like he would never stop pouring out his copious release. But he did. After an eternity of ejaculation that left a river of cum flowing out of Emily’s ass, the big man grunted his last and squeezed out the final portion of his mess. She stayed inside Emily, moaning out her pleasure, still gently fucking with his enormous dick. Then finally he pulled that monster out from Emily’s palpitating ass, leaving it slack and gaping, like a busted fruit with cream poured over.
“Nice!” came a voice floating on a mist. One man was spent but one was still hungry and that gaping asshole was ripe for the taking. Emily’s evening of mind-blowing sex was most definitely far from over.
Chapter 8
Emily was shaking and spasming when Her Nemesis Master finally released her legs, slowly as to allow her to gain her balance as she sprawled herself limply along the length of the bench, arms and legs flopped to either side – totally and utterly fucked.
With her lust temporarily sate
d, it was then that the horror slowly crept through Emily’s body and she raised one hand to cover her face. She could feel the burning and throbbing in her ass. She could feel the Italian’s cum escaping, flowing out to form a pool on the bench.
Emily lay there for a while before she struggled to get up and managed to get seated on the bench. Through her shame filled eyes Emily noticed both men were standing in front of her. The Italian was now dressed again and looked perfectly refreshed, while Her Master was still naked and shockingly aroused – his cock looking so large and painfully hard.
Some words were spoken which Emily failed to hear; then with a laugh the Italian slapped Her Master on the shoulder whilst throwing a look at Emily, grinning lewdly. A look to his watch, the big man shook his head. There was a flight he had to catch, and he was already running late. Tempting as it was, he had to decline and pass on the added bonus to the evening that was being proposed.
“Next time, perhaps,” the Italian laughed. “Enjoy. But don’t spoil her. I’ll definitely be back, and I’ll want her still tight. I’m sure there’s more I can do to earn the right.”
Hades left the changing room, departing without another word or glance at the young woman he had so violently abused. When he was gone, Her Nemesis Master turned to Emily and smirked.
“Well done, Blondie. I think my friend was very pleased with your depraved and sluttish performance. Apparently he finds it difficult to meet women who’ll take a good pounding from him, especially up the ass – something to do with the size of his cock – but of course it wasn’t a problem for you. I’m sure he’d give you an excellent reference to other like minded well hung men. There’s an American coming to town who is anxious to meet you, and to whom a favour might be owed. The date hasn’t been confirmed yet, but soon, Blondie... soon.”
Emily shook her head. She mouthed the word ‘no’ but was too exhausted to make the sound.
“Don’t be silly. I know you, Blondie; you’re mine now to use and share with my friends. I know you; and I know you can’t wait to be used again and again. Come on - admit to me that it’s true.”
Emily hung her head in shame. “Yes Master,” she croaked.
“And you won’t need to wait long. Look at my cock - it’s as hard as a rock and hungry for more action, which it’s going to get. You don’t think for one second that I’ll be leaving with a stiffy in my pants and spunk in my balls.”
Emily looked at the erection. As always she was struck by its virile beauty. She had just enjoyed bigger – a hell of a good fucking – but there was something about Her Master’s cock that thrilled her to the core. Despite having come massively, Emily could feel her own sex pulsing with desire.
“What would you like, Master?” Emily asked, hurting, but wanting to please – wanting more sex, especially with Her Nemesis.
“I want your ass nice and tight round my cock,” the man laughed, teasing Emily by shaking his erection in her direction. “But after the buggering you’ve just taking from that horse hung brute, I very much doubt that will be possible for a few days... So...”
Emily splayed her legs and offered up her shaved pussy, making it clear she was more than happy to be fucked there by the man who was Her Master. She passionately wanted the hours of vaginal rutting he had earlier promised, for surely she now deserved it after what she had done. Sadly on that front Emily was to be disappointed, for today at least.
“No, Blondie. Tempting as it is, I’m going to deny you once again. There’s more you have to do before you earn that little treat. Keep it shaved though – I want it like that when I fuck you properly, which with a bit of luck will be very soon. But right now I’m going to use your ass, slack as it is. But we’re going to spice the fuck up with some extra stretching.”
Emily let out a low groan as Her Master raised his right arm in a tightly clenched fist and stroked up and down it with his left hand.
“Please, Master, no. I couldn’t take that,” Emily bleated, though a part of her was intrigued by this fascinating twist to the evening’s proceedings.
“Don’t be silly, Blondie,” replied the man examining his fisted arm as if he was genuinely assessing the plausibility. “It’s not much thicker than his dick. And it’ll be fun... Anyway, I’m ordering you to do it. I’m going to fist you and I’m going to fuck you and come inside you. After I’ve taken you with this, there won’t be much friction for my cock but that doesn’t matter. The mental buzz will easily bring me off. Now get on your knees again. I’ll have a quick hump at your sloppy guts before I open you up a bit wider.”
Where she found the strength from, Emily had no idea, but somehow she managed to follow the order and scrambled onto the bench like she’d been before when Her Master had fucked her from behind.
The man came over and stood astride the bench. “Head down!” he ordered. “Rest your brow on the bench.”
Emily obeyed, whimpering but excited.
“Fuck, what a mess,” Her Master declared as he prodded the asshole with his knob. “It looks as slack as a wizard’s sleeve. Try and tighten up for Christ’s sake, Blondie.”
Emily did her best, and was rewarded with some friction on her well fucked rectum as Her Master slid in her, sinking slowly till he bottomed out.
“Wet!” was the verdict the man gave when his cock was fully encased. “Warm and wet – far too slack, but it’s still quite nice. Kind of horny knowing there’s another man’s spunk in there.” He gave a few thrusts, grinding at the end, pulled out again and slapped Emily hard on her already sore butt before punching back in as he added, “God did you scream when he fucked you. Good job I’m not the jealous sort, or you’d be getting thrashed right now instead of shagged again.”
The man started pumping whilst slapping Emily’s buttocks, ordering her to keep clenching. Emily tried her best, squeezing with her muscles, clamping her bowels around the ploughing shaft. Groaning with pleasure, the man fucked harder, slapping as he rode, walloping the buttocks, adding to the fun with a string of obscenities.
“Dirty, dirty, bitch!” he snarled as he fucked.
“Cock loving slut!” he accused as he bucked.
“Cum guzzling whore! Piss drinking pig!” The words were hammered out as he slammed at Emily’s butt, shunting her along the bench with the force of each thrust.
“You’re my dirty slave bitch, aren’t you Blondie; and this spunk drenched ass belongs to me.”
“Yes, Master,” moaned Emily, now fully into the fucking and thoroughly enjoying the abuse.
“It’s mine to fuck and give to other men. And it’s mine to fist as well. Say it Blondie! Ask me to put my hand up there and fuck you with my arm.”
Emily gasped. It was a terrifying notion, yet Her Master’s cock felt so wonderfully good inside her – the size so comfortable, she knew she could take more, but could she handle a fist! Amazed at her behaviour, Emily panted the words out, actually wanting this to happen.
“Yes, Master. Please! Do it! Fist me! Fist my ass then fuck it again!”
“Good girl,” Her Master growled then the cock came out leaving Emily’s guts so empty it hurt.
But not to worry – they were about to be refilled!
“We’ll do this on the floor, Blondie. Best to have you as stable as possible. Hunker down on your knees and offer it up to me.”
Emily obeyed. She clambered off the bench and got into position, kneeling with her thighs resting on her heels. Leaning partially forward, supported by one hand, she used the other to pull a buttock aside to offer up her well fucked hole for an even greater stretch. Looking over her shoulder, Emily watched Her Master go to his clothing which was hanging from a hook on the wall. He came back with a tube of lubrication – a mercy that Emily hadn’t expected.
Kneeling beside Emily, grinning madly, the man forced her legs further apart. Some lube was squirted onto his hand which was then liberally smeared over Emily’s asshole and around the surrounding skin. More was poured out to cover the right hand then a s
ingle finger flicked at the opening, tickling the flesh, entering and frigging – Emily’s ring was so stretched it offered no resistance.
Another finger went in.
“No problem there, eh Blondie,” the man laughed as his fingers explored all around.
He brought them out and held them up for Emily to see. They were glistening with clear lube and a splattering of white spunk.
“He’s prepared you beautifully for this - opened you up real wide. I probably don’t need the lube, there’s so much spunk inside you. Now relax and enjoy this, Blondie.”
Emily was far from convinced that she would actually enjoy, but it still gave her a thrill to be here with Her Master, being abuse, her hungry ass the focus of attention. And Her Master appeared to be taking plenty of care, not rushing the act and ramming the fist in – he was easing Emily there, showing a rare element of consideration.
Three fingers went in her and twisted around. A forth was added, first grouped together then opened out flat, sliding in and out, turning around, opening, stretching, making Emily gasp. In they went up to the knuckles, the thumb left outside to stroke at the buttocks, like the hand of a clock circling round the full face of Emily’s ass.
“Oh yeah, Blondie, you’re well up for this,” said the man as he removed his hand and looked at the violated hole, which was now so stretched it was incapable of closing itself. The man bent down to have a closer look.
“Fuck yes!” he exclaimed. “I can see right inside you, Blondie. Your chute is all pink and smeared with spunk – another man’s spunk, but I’ll soon be adding mine!”
She leapt on Emily and mounted her again, ramming his cock into the gaping asshole and fucking her hard for a few minutes; then just as quickly he aborted the ride and resumed where he’d left off with a four fingered frigging.
Emily watched over her shoulder, scared yet thrilled, dreading but wanting this to happen. In and out the four fingers went, Emily easily accepting, and soon she genuinely wanted more. That’s what she got when the thumb was added, the digits all bunching, frigging to the knuckles. Emily momentarily tensed, fearing a violent push that might hurt and damage. But Her Master refrained, respecting his property, just gently pushing, before sliding back out to push yet again.