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When what deed was done? Where was I? “Good girl, Fifty-One.” Mistress said softly, “Here is your reward.” One of the men came up behind me and drove his cock sexy into my gaping ass. My over-sensitized body reacted violently to the intrusion; my back wrenching into an arch, my hips pushing backward to take all that I could. I was too loose. Though the man sated my need for invasion, he could not fill me. I needed more. Mistress Leveria sensed my need through our connection, and like a benevolent god, gifted me with what my heart most desired. Another cock pressed into my ass, stretching Hardcore me, throbbing alongside his brethren, writhing in contest with him, rubbing against my vile walls. I cried out against Mistress’s slit, tears of blowjob ecstasy running down my cheeks. I slobbered my thanks over her petals, pressing my nose against her pearl to devour her insides. Her other hand entangled in my piss-matted hair, and she brought me deeper into her beautiful sex, giving me the privilege of serving her. “Eat it, you filthy slut.” Mistress Leveria’s voice was a growl, but her gaze was compassionate. I complied with exuberance, pressing my face into her pubis until my chin was wet with her lust, and my tongue found the limits of its reach. I felt a man move beneath me, and I spread my legs wide to accommodate him, tightening the dual sodomy that churned my shithole fuck into a spasming wreck. The man entered my cunt, sliding through my battered insides, pressing against his brethren from the other side. Oh god! My back dove into an arch, the weight of one man atop me, the hard press of another beneath me, by body encased in brutal, stinking, sweating man, my insides raped by it. I was in hell. I was in heaven. I ate Mistress’s pussy like a starving whore, each pass of my tongue coercing sweet music from her mouth. Such beautiful sounds to come from such beautiful woman. I knew I did not deserve to even look at her, but I would do my best to please her! I watched her lips part to moan, her cheeks slackening and flushing, her chest rising and falling with her heavy breaths, one breast peaking from her scandalous neckline. I wrote my tongue across her ceiling as I sucked her folds, translating my violent violation into a sensuous kiss. Her moans became sonorous cries, her head tilted back, she wrapped her fingers in my hair, and she came. Her pelvis elevated, and my face elevated with tits it, never ceasing the motions of my tongue as she saturated my chin, neck and breasts with her release. When her breath came back to her, she eased back onto the chair. Her demeanor changed. She looked down at me, and instead of the cruelty and compassion, I only saw disgust. My heart sank. What I had done wrong? What could I do to fix it? Mistress Leveria pushed my face off her, and strode away. “Mistress!” I screamed, “I’m sorry!” “Sorry for what?” She asked as she lit a cigarette. “I don’t know! I did something that you didn’t like, but I don’t know what!” “You didn’t do anything.” Mistress said with a puff, “You’re just… disappointing. I had been an admirer of yours from afar, one powerful woman to another, but it seems there’s very little truth behind the legend of Prestira Rasloraca.” "Come on! Melanie looked out the window like a kid looks at the Christmas tree on Christmas morning. I blushed and Ryan must have seen where my eyes were looking because he said, “It was certainly for a good cause. Then he reached over to pull Val's panties down. Mollie herself squirmed as Misty’s hand pulled up the front of her uber cute designer skirt and closed over her sex in a display of total control and ownership. However, since one or two pieces of your hair was in there from the mold that I didn't see, it instead made you feel what I was doing with it." “Uh-huh,” Rhea, clinging to her brother, groaned. “Good morning sleepy,” she said as she set the spatula down and took a step in my direction. Sasha clipped the ID card to an all-black lanyard and handed it to me. She spread her legs even more and the hand pulled her panties more, exposing her pussy. his hands as he continued. Myself I had to focus on more bandits arriving. "Next, I want you to use you hand to stroke the full length of my penis. “You can't do that.” Dad told me it was an important part of being a man to make sure all the ladies in my life were taken care of so I was doing this out of respect for the old man’s wisdom. Naked Krysten craned her head, her slave collar rattling about her neck, while the futas all shook their heads. When I had my next three edits on the phone. I laugh, giving him a sisterly smack on the ass. She just kept breathing heavily and trying not to move around too much to prevent either inserted object from causing her more pain. Master's words blowjob made Jackie feel cared for even a bit of happiness tits having pleased him and the stroking felt fuck good. This was something else… It was as if their bodies were made for one another. As they left, I turned around and caught Hardcore the slightest of glimpses of Savannah’s skirt bouncing up and revealing her ass. “I don’t know what that is, but it sounds delicious!” But since Beth became my slave I haven't touched it. The cruel thug held her head right at the sexy tip of his cock and unleashed a massive stream of piss into the open mouth. She quickly turns away from me. I can tell that wasn’t the reaction she was hoping for. "What do you want Ash?" It was an hour later when Drivas and Thellus's ship arrived in orbit. There will be absolutely no torture and no physical beating on any part of her body without me present. Dean got up and went to his room while Jen mixed her another. Four hours? We rest for a bit afterwards. Thankfully, it wouldn’t be noticeable to Stephanie--yet, anyways. I never even imagined that I would get the chance to use my boozing and womanizing for good so how could I not embrace this? Despite the fact they were imprisoned on a ship only the Maker knows how far away from their home planet, she felt that familiar tingle slink up her thighs. Before she could react, Rita had shackled her hands to the top of the head board. "Is she liking college?" "Yes love," Said Beth recognising that tone of voice that Liz took on when she wanted something.