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

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 single
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