Free Her Nemesis Master (Dark BDSM Erotica) by Dan Bruce Page B

bra so both were exposed,
to be looked at and played with. Fucking her gently, the lull
before the storm, the man squeezed Emily’s nipples, both at the
same time. She yelped at the new pain – an agony of ecstasy, as it
energised her body all the more, and made her extra receptive to
the buggering she was getting. The hurt in her chute had now
disappeared and all Emily knew was pure bliss in her
guts.
    Then the enormity of it hit her! She was being fucked
unprotected up the ass by some promiscuous stranger, here in a
men’s changing room on the wet smelly floor. She worked on the top
floor, but she was getting buggered in the basement. How had she
sunk so low? And why was she soaring so incredibly high?
    The man must have read her mind, because he grinned and
smacked her with his words.
    “You’re my bottom whore, aren’t you, Blondie? Your ass has
been hungry for my cock from day one, and you know it. I own you.
You’re mine. I’ve claimed you by using you like your husband
wouldn’t dare.”
    Emily let out a loud moan. She looked away from his face and
scanned the man’s body, the hard muscular chest matted with black
hair, so incredibly raw and masculine. Emily moaned again and
clenched with her rectal muscles – she clenched around the enormity
of the man’s cock wedged so deep inside her – Her Master’s cock,
claiming what it owned. Then she returned her awe struck face to
the dark sultry features that were grinning down at her.
    She nodded.
    The man raised a dark eyebrow, asking again.
    “Yes, Master. I’m your bottom whore, and I’ve wanted this for
so long,” she confessed, accepting at last the truth. “Ever since
the day I first saw you and you told me that you would fuck me down
here.”
    “Good girl, Blondie. Now you’ll get your reward.”
    Emily almost feinted with the thrill of that promise. Her
inner muscles set off on a joyful dance and massaged the man’s cock
with peristaltic waves of desire – her body worshipping the meat
that was inside her.
    The man groaned in pleasure as he wallowed in the surrender –
a physical melding that felt so fine. He accepted the tribute that
his cock was due, holding it stationary as flesh pulsed around it.
Then he began to pull out slowly and work himself back inside,
enjoying the friction that the tightness provided – the start of a
fuck that was long overdue, but would be all the sweeter for the
month of verbal foreplay.
    In tune with the moment, Emily reached up and held her legs
open for the man. Her muscles were beginning to fail her and they
needed some help. She spread her legs wider, wanting everything in
her – wanting to give herself completely to this man. Somewhere in
the shadows of her messed up brain there was a tinge of shame at
what she was doing, but it was quickly blasted away. Shame could
come later – but now Emily needed to ride her unadulterated
lust.
    “It feels good, Blondie,” said the man as he slid luxuriously
in and out, taking his time to enjoy his new bitch, “...even
tighter than I had expected - virginal tight – real snug round my
cock!”
    “Thank you, Master... And it’s so big! I’ve never had anything
so big inside me.”
    The man grinned at the compliment. He began to rock back and
forth a bit faster; emptying Emily and filling her up again. Emily
in response groaned and moaned and stared at Her Master in
adoration.
    From slow languid strokes the man upped the pace and steadily
fucked her. Emily’s chute was a tingling mass of sensation. The
skin of her rectum stung with being pulled so taut. But if anything
she wished Her Master could fill her even more – it felt so
wonderful to be so amazingly stuffed by a cock.
    The man’s fingers were now gripping Emily’s ankles, helping
her force her legs wide for him. Then the man suddenly let go and
leaned over her, supporting himself with his hands on either side
of Emily, grinning down at her – a dog sure of the pleasure he was
giving his bitch. Emily