It’s a Man’s World Ch. 05 – Claimed by Clara_Bejeweled

It’s a Man’s World Ch. 05 – Claimed by Clara_Bejeweled,

The story so far… In the first installment of It’s a Man’s World proud corporate feminist Toni LaCroix gave in to her desires and auditioned to become the sex slave of a mysterious rich playboy.

In the second installment, Toni met Master Alex and passed her second audition with flying colors.

In part three, Toni signed the contract and was initiated into Master Alex’s harem.

In part four, Toni was welcomed into the House and her servitude began. Now, Toni enjoys settling in…

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Chapter 5: Claimed

Toni moaned as she was taken by him. He pushed inside her slowly, ensuring she felt every inch of him. Her pussy gripped his cock, but it slid in easily — her arousal all the lubrication they needed. She bit her lip, eyes rolling back in her skull, and she leaned back against the soft body of Ms Paris, gripping the sheets as her body shuddered with pleasure. The older woman stroked her head.

She was on her back on the bed, resting against Ms Paris, whose legs sprouted from either side of Toni’s torso, her calves resting across Toni’s own legs, holding them open. The soft dominance of a more experienced submissive. Ms Paris’s hands roamed her body, nails dragging across her sensitive skin, groping her breasts, pinching her sore nipples. Her experience with the nipple clamps had been hours ago, but a dull ache still lingered in her chest.

In this position, with her head nestled between the older submissive’s massive breasts, Toni felt like each globe was the size of her head. She couldn’t help but wonder how the prickly nature of her shaved head felt in Ms Paris’ cleavage. It was like leaning back on a pillow, soft and warm. She was caught between the softness of Ms Paris’ body, and the hardness of their master’s; caught between femininity and masculinity.

Her gaze shifted to her his body as he moved above her. She couldn’t help but admire the way his muscles flexed and rippled with each powerful thrust. Her master was a vision of masculinity. Lean and muscular, she admired the hard lines of his body, every muscle defined and sculpted. He was like a god carved from marble. He was her god, and long may she worship at his altar.

His frame was covered in just the right amount of hair in all the right places, coarse to the touch, wet from exertion. His hairy chest was a sight to behold, a perfect blend of rough and masculine. She loved the way his skin glistened with sweat and the way his dark hair was mussed and sticking to his forehead, matted to his brow. A brow furrowed in intense pleasure, his face a mask of focus centered on her, his lower lip sucked in. The sweat on his skin only made him look more imposing, more powerful. She could feel the heat radiating from his body like power as she took in every inch of him inside her. She could tell that the combination of her own pleasure and his desire was driving him wild, and she reveled in it.

His piercing green eyes complemented his chiseled features, making him look every bit as dangerous as he was alluring. The way he had taken her, the intensity of his thrusts, the way he had made her feel – it was all a testament to his power, his strength and virility, his mastery of pleasure. How was a man in his twenties capable of such sex? It beggared belief, and rendered her a beggar beneath him. It was clear that this man knew how to pleasure a woman, and she was grateful for every moment she spent with him. She longed to feel his muscular frame pressed against hers again, his sweat slick and glistening against her own skin.

Ms Paris slipped a hand around Toni’s jaw, cradling it. She slapped Toni with her other hand. Toni had almost forgotten Ms Paris, such was the focus she’d placed on their master. Her eyelids flickered in surprise at the blow, and she scrunched them shut, bracing for another slap. The older woman slapped her another three times, holding her jaw tightly in place. The sting of her cheeks was quickly lost in the pleasure coursing through her body. Like footprints in wet sand, a wave of desire came to wash it away.

Alex fucked her hard, pounding her. She could feel every inch of him, his cock stretching her pussy wider and deeper with every powerful thrust. She could smell their sweat mixing together, and the sounds of their moans and groans filling the room just heightened her pleasure. With every thrust, every gasp and moan that escaped him, Toni was drawn further and further into their connection, feeling an intimacy and a passion that she had never felt before. This was what sex should be, she thought. She felt completely submissive to him, and she felt more liberated than she ever had before.

His touch was soft and sensual, and electrifying; she could feel the tiny hairs on her arms standing on end. She closed her eyes; enjoying the feeling of his hands against her hips, her stomach. He was burying inside her, filling up every inch of her tight and ready cunt. He was moving slowly, pushing deep inside her, exploring every inch of her body. She felt his hands on her breasts and was amazed at how sensitive they still were, how sensitive they had become. Every touch sent shivers through her body, and she felt herself getting wetter and wetter.

Ms Paris reached up and stroked Alex’s cheek as he continued to thrust into Toni.

“That’s it Sir,” Ms Paris said. “Fuck her, take her, ravish her. She belongs to you, you beautiful man, claim her cunt. Take her, that’s it Sir…fuck her so fucking hard…”

The older woman’s words of encouragement only drove Toni wild, fuelling her rampant pleasure. As he continued to thrust into her, she took in the way his dark hair fell across his forehead with every motion. They were like waves of darkness, a stark contrast against his fair skin. She couldn’t believe how good he felt on top of her, his cock deep inside her, reaching all the way to her core — at least it felt that way — and pressing against the walls of her vagina with every thrust. The sensation was overwhelming, as if her whole body was being stretched and filled with pleasure. Like she was taffy being stretched and pulled in his hands. He drove himself into her up to the hilt, and grinded his hips against hers, the damp hair at his crotch brushing her clit and making her tingle.

It felt like he was reaching places she didn’t know existed. He’d found her G-spot, sure, but this went beyond. The rhythm was perfect, slow and steady then fierce and passionate, it sent waves of pleasure that surged through her body. There was a slight burn in her thighs from how wide Ms Paris held them open, and the heat between them made every sensation more intense as she let herself get completely lost in the moment. She felt the pressure building inside her, almost to the point of being unbearable as she watched the look of pure ecstasy take over his face. He had complete control over her pleasure, and to Toni, that felt exhilarating.

At times he slowed down, moved his hips methodically, deliberately, circling, before plunging forward in a sudden thrust that rocked her body. The scent of sex filled the air as she felt herself getting lost in pleasure. Her mind couldn’t focus on anything else except the way it felt when he was inside her. His gaze never left her, his green eyes staring deeply into hers.

“Slap me Sir,” Toni gasped. “Please…”

He did, slapping her hard. Toni moaned, arching her back as his handprint bloomed on her cheek. Her pussy clenched around him and he groaned, clearly loving the way she responded to his roughness.

“Fuck, you like that, don’t you?” he grunted, once more slapping her face. A matching handprint bloomed on her other cheek. He slapped her a few times. Slap, slap, slap. The sting felt beautiful, lingering longer than when Ms Paris slapped her moments ago.

She was close; she could feel pleasure coiling in the pit of her stomach. She cried out as he slapped her again and again; the sting shooting straight between her legs. Toni had never been with a man this rough before and it was driving her wild. Suddenly Alex leaned in, his breath hot on her skin, his chest brushing her breasts, her nipples as hard as pebbles.

“You’re mine,” He growled in her ear. “Say it.”

“I’m yours,” she panted desperately in response. “A-all yours.”

“That’s right,” he grunted with satisfaction, fucking into her even harder now. She was astonished by his stamina, his athleticism. He was relentless, merciless – not that she felt like asking for mercy. Her eyes were rolling back in her skull, her toes were firmly curled – this was the best fuck she’d ever gotten in her life, and she didn’t want it to end. Judging by the way her pussy was gripping his cock, her body didn’t want it to end either.

Then, he grabbed her hips, pulled her up towards him and began to fuck her somehow harder, faster. His pelvis loudly slamming into hers, animalistic, rutting, a male lion claiming a female, showcasing his dominance over his pride. His body was hot, covered in a sheen of sweat and glowing with exertion. Toni was sandwiched between him, and the soft warmth of Ms Paris beneath her.

She’d never been able to feel this much pleasure from penetration alone — often she’d have to wait for a past lover to drift off to sleep next to her before she could finish herself off. Perhaps it was the build-up, beginning with Alex’s arrival home, to the foreplay they’d just enjoyed, the sublime soreness in her nipples from the clamps, the pleasure from Ms Paris’ lips on her sex.

A gasp fell from her mouth when Alex kissed neck, under her jawline. The prickle of his stubble wasn’t an unpleasant sensation, more noticeable now he wasn’t wet from the shower, his soft lips warming her flesh. She heard herself groan and strained against the soft prison. She could feel his hot breath. She grabbed onto his back, nails digging into his skin, as his hips smashed into hers. She felt completely out of control, and it was the best feeling ever.