Say it.” She squeezed harder, her thumb and fingers touching between my holes. My thighs slid apart until I was splayed on the floor, the pleasure sapping all strength from me. “Say it.” Elena hissed, pinching and rubbing her digits along the fleshy division of my sex. “I’m your little whore!” I whimpered, aroused beyond description by her unfiltered hatred. Oh, it was so sweet, this lust! Why was it so fucking good?! “Good girl.” Elena chuckled lowly in my ear, and released me. I squirmed to not have her inside me, my impatience and desperation compelling me. When her hands sunk into my ass and she spread me, I could feel the release of lust dripping from my slit. Then her cock was pressed to my blushing petals, and I froze in anticipation. “Beg for it.” She whispered, stroking my back, “Beg like a good bitch.” “Please amateur fuck me… Mistress.” I whispered, trembling from head to toe. “That’s not what my slaves call me.” Elena growled. “Master,” I hissed, “oh please Master, fuck me!” Elena slowly drove into my womanhood, the wet nether lips sucking greedily to take her deeper, my insides seizing in ardent consumption of her throbbing cock. The toxins in my veins intensified my sensations tenfold, turning my body against me, my lewd muscles clenching on their own accord to reward the woman who violated me. She pulled out, her weapon sheened with my lust, and she slid her tip up my taint to press it against my anus. I mewled for her, feeling naught but the vacancy within, caring only for the penetration, the feeling of another’s invasion. She plunged into my ass, and my lewd button opened easily for her, my rim coiling about her advance, the taut flesh becoming swollen with stimulation. Then she pulled out, and with her cock glazed with my vile anal juices, she fucked my pussy, dirtying my sanctity, treating me like nothing but the whore-queen I was. I cried out as she switched holes with each thrust, the repetition enough to excite me, but the constant change not enough to satisfy, only to ratchet up my desire until I was blubbering on the floor, not knowing where I wanted her to stay, only knowing I wanted her to fuck every part of me until I died! “You,” Elena called to the guard, “Sir Piss and Shit, what’s your real name?” “Sir Fraldias, my lady.” He said, making a point of facing away from the threshold. “Oh, it’s ‘ my lady ’ now, is it?” Elena laughed, grabbing a fistful of my hair and yanking my head up, “He didn’t much treat me like a lady before. I wonder how he’ll treat royalty?” “Master, no…” I said meekly, too engulfed in pleasure to protest firmly. “Yes.” Elena hissed, licking the side of my face. I melted into a blubbering moan Brunette to feel her so possess me, blowjob my head dangling haplessly from my hair. “Sir Fraldias, have you ever seen your queen in such a state?” “No, ma’am.” Fraldias shifted uncomfortably. Elena dropped my head, grabbed my thighs, and hoisted me up against her, her breasts flattening against my back, her cock stirring my anus into a stretched ruin. She presented me to Sir Fraldias like a trophy, and I could do nothing but surrender to her, my humiliation only heightening my pleasure. The black mist began to engulf her, and as her world faded to black, she amateur could hear that guttural laughter slowly fading away. He then helped me with my crotchless panties. Emily's sparse blonde bush was trimmed real nice. I have a lot to show you, but I really need to explain it before I show you’ Dark-Angela wanted to take over completely, to indulge in her twisted perversions without restraint, to take it in every hole at once while I was choked, whipped and burned. “Come on mom, suck it like you want to make it cum. His eyes shot open. Lindsey's doe-eyed innocence had blood rushing to my genitals."Sure. “You know it.” I replied, shifting myself so I could face her. The laughter poured from me, high and manic, stealing my breath, cramping my belly. “Oh, Allah, yes,” she groaned. “So, here’s the plan for today. I don't remember." When we returned to the Logan's it was almost time to pick up my mother for dinner so it was agreed that I would rush home, change into my dinner clothes, and drive back with mother. I fumbled to reach down with my hands, and awkwardly grabbed and tugged on the sleeping bag right where my crotch was located, but it was useless. She’d graduated high school with honors, and was the MVP of her volleyball team. While I’m grinning about Jared, my cell phone rings and guess what, it’s Jared. “Just Daddy’s this morning but I was fisted for the first time yesterday,” Brunette I explained. “Pl---pl---please,” I stammered, “please go as I said there is nothing I can do for you.” I barely managed to get out. blowjob I kept going north up I-135, moving through Kansas, enjoying those devout Christian wives and daughters.” I shuddered, my futa-cock throbbing. She asked him. DAY 5