Drew yanked hard on her leash, choking her and pulling up into a standing position. “Bend over!” Drew ordered. She did as she was told and bent over the dining table. Drew grabbed her asscheeks roughly with his hands and spread them apart. Emma could feel the cool air of the apartment blowing across her wet pussy as Drew stood there admiring his whore.
Emma’s juicy tan cheeks were on full display, toned from her strict exercise regime that her master had ordered her do religiously. Her asshole winked at Drew as he spread her ass. Though still insanely tight, it had loosened over the last couple of years as Emma frequently wore plugs and Drew often made use of her back door.
She had nearly no body hair, except for the unruly bush surrounding her pussy. Before she met Drew, she had trimmed and waxed it weekly. Most of her prior boyfriends hated pubes, but Drew was different. He loved it and had encouraged her to grow it out and only trim on occasion. “Fur is appropriate for a kitten like you.” She remembered him saying. She agreed whole heartedly.
Drew moved behind Emma and rubbed the tip of his cock between her swollen labia. She shuddered at the touch of his penis against her tender folds. Her clit was engorged and throbbing in anticipation. Drew’s cock was dripping precum with arousal as he positioned himself at Emily’s hot opening.
“Master, fuck me!” Emma begged as she felt Drew’s cockhead press against her hole.
Drew slapped her ass hard, leaving a red imprint of his hand. “Slaves don’t command” he said as he teased her lips. “Ask nicely and maybe I will.”
“Please, Master, please fuck your bitch!” Emma begged, pushing her ass back toward Drew’s cock, but he leaned back to prevent her from doing so. She groaned in frustration.
“Not good enough slave. Try again.” Drew said as he continued to tease her with his cock. She tried harder to push back, but Drew wouldn’t allow it. He held her tightly by her hips and rubbed the head of his cock against her slippery folds.
“Master! Please fuck this slave’s cunt!” Emma shouted.
Drew slapped her ass hard. “Try again.”
“Please, Master! Please, please fuck this Asian slave’s cunt!”
Drew slapped her ass hard once more, causing Emma to yelp in pain “That’s better. Now try again.”
Emma felt her whole body tremble with frustration as she pleaded with Drew. “Please, please…please master! Please fuck this chink’s tight whore cunt with your huge white cock!”
Drew slapped her ass once more. “Good girl.” He said as fully buried his cock deep in her tight hole and pulled back hard on her leash.
“Oh Fuck!” Emily screamed as Drew bottomed out inside her. She could feel his fat dick stretching her insides to the max. He started fucking her mercilessly, pounding her pussy with his thick meat. She could hardly take it. Her eyes rolled into the back of her head as she struggled to keep her balance on the table. She quickly felt the heat building up in her and she knew she would explode at any moment.
“I’m gonna cum!” Emma warned.
“No!” Drew yelled as he hammered his cock into her tight hole. “Not until I say so.”
“Nooooo!” Emma moaned as she felt her climax rapidly approaching. This was torture! She was trying to hold on, but she wasn’t sure how long she could last.
“Please, Master…”
“Hold it slave!” Drew barked.
Emma gasped at his command. She concentrated hard as she tried to resist the urge to cum, but her orgasm was too intense. She felt the first wave of pleasure wash over her, almost immediately followed by another.
“I’m sorry Masterrrrr! Cummmmmmminggg!” Emma cried as her body shook violently. Her juices squirted out, shooting onto the floor under the table.
“Stupid Asian slut can’t take orders! ” Drew growled as he slammed into her, making her body shake even harder. His balls slapped against her clit as he plowed her tiny pussy. He slapped her ass hard and then leaned over to twist her right tit.
“I’m sorry masteeeeeerr!” Emma wailed as she felt her body shuddering uncontrollably, then another wave hit her and pleasure crashed over her. Her whole body convulsed as she came for the second time in just a couple of minutes. The hot gush of her pussy juice soaked his dick and the floor underneath her.
“Fuck it! Take it all slut!” Drew groaned as he unloaded into her.
“Yesssss! Fill me with your white cum master!” Emma screamed as she felt him pump load after load of jizz deep into her womb. “Yes! Yes! Yes! Filllll meeeeee!”
Drew held Emma tightly by her hips as he finished pumping his cum deep into her body. He pulled out and let go of the leash, causing the girl to fall off the table onto the ground. Cum oozed out of her cunt onto the wood floor.
Drew looked down at his girlfriend and laughed. “You look like a total whore. Clean-up and get ready for the party. We’re running late.” Drew said as he took a sip of his whisky.
The girl moaned on the ground as the aftermath of her orgasms still shook through her body. Still her master asked her to cleaned up so she got to work. She crawled over to the puddle of juices and cum on the floor and licked the mess up. She didn’t need to be told twice. This was her favorite part about serving her master. The degradation. She would do anything for him. Once the floor was clean she squatted and squeezed her kegel muscles until her master’s cum dribbled out between her legs and into her hands. She brought the pool of cum to her mouth and downed the salty liquid. She loved the taste of her master’s sperm mixed with her own juices. She licked her hands clean and headed to the bathroom.
***
Emma looked at herself in the mirror. She checked out her hair and makeup, making sure everything was perfect. She was wearing a tight blue dress that hugged every curve of her body, ending just a touch below her ass. It was a tease of a dress, but skirted the line of slutty. She had put on extra perfume, hoping to drive Drew crazy while they were out.
She ran her hands down her body, caressing the curves of her firm breasts and flat stomach. She wasn’t wearing anything underneath her dress, just like Drew had asked. She looked at her feet and smiled. These were new shoes that she had purchased specifically for tonight. They were black patent leather pumps, high heels that accentuated her small ankles and cute toes. Drew loved her feet and she always made an effort to show them off.
She looked in the mirror at the collar around her neck. It was just stylish enough to be played off as a choker, but she knew it signified Drew’s ownership of her. Emma couldn’t wait to see if anyone commented on it. She hoped that someone would notice it and ask her about it. She always felt a rush when people noticed the marks of her true relationship with Drew. Sometimes it was a collar, other times it was a slight bruise on her leg, and one time she bent over too far and her best friend saw she was wearing a plug. She always came up with an excuse, but she wondered if her friends thought she was lying.
She didn’t care. She wanted everyone to know how much she belonged to Drew, but she also knew it would destroy her career, so she kept it a secret and hid her real life from everyone…except her master.
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