Free Her Master Returns (Dark BDSM Erotica) by Dan Bruce

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 sated, 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