“But you don’t get what you deserve. You get only what I choose to give you,” he said to her.
Her heart sank when he said that. She wanted his cock, and she wanted it immediately, but she believed she would not be getting it soon. Lord Clifford had something else in mind. He wasted no time in going behind her. He bent her ove
r and held her sexy young hips. Suddenly, she screamed in pain as he pulled her backward, ramming his majestic royal cock all the way into the depths of her vagina in one motion.
She screamed in pain as his cock pushed through barriers of tightness that should otherwise have been carefully probed. Her eyes were wide open in shock as his cock retreated from her pussy, only to ram inside her again.
She screamed loudly in pain as he continued ramming into her from behind with enough force to break her. She thought he was trying to hurt her. She wanted to tell him to stop, but just then, he stopped. And as soon as she did, he hugged her, pressing his cock against her ass cheeks, kissing her neck and fondling her tits.
“It hurts, doesn’t it?” he asked.
“Yes,” she said crying and loving the way he held her.
Her pussy was beginning to ache, and it was not from the pain. She still wanted more. Her body wanted more.
“You want me to stop?” he asked her.
“No, master. Please, fuck me” she said to him softly.
He then took off the restraints and made her stand, resting her hands against the wall. Then, he bent her over and began to plow into her from behind. She moaned and gasped, and grunted in pain and pleasure each time his cock thrust deep and hard into her. It hurt, but the hurt was pleasurable. It was pleasure, and she could not stop herself from wanting more.
He would grab her breasts, squeezing and pulling hard as he rammed her pussy from behind like he was trying to stab her to death with it. Soon, she was approaching orgasm, and she began to scream. He was approaching orgasm too.
“Fuck me harder, Your Grace. Make me cum, Master!” she pleaded, crying.
Lord Clifford pounded into her as hard as he could, using up all the energy he could as he too approached his orgasm. He grabbed her hips, pulling her against his pelvis as he gave her all the energy he had. He ravaged her vagina with so much power that she was soon screaming loudly and her screams echoed through the walls of the dungeon. He was fucking her with reckless abandon, and they both did not care if anyone heard them outside the dungeon.
Gwenn could no longer feel her pussy. Her legs shook dramatically, and it threatened to give way. He held onto the wall for support, hoping not to fall as her employer and lover drove repeatedly and forcefully into the deepest parts of her pussy. She could not see or hear anything. The loud clapping sounds their colliding bodies made came to her faintly. Lord Clifford was pounding into her as fast and as hard as he could and he pulled her neck back, using the collar he had put around it.
“Oh, God! Please, fuck me, Master!” she begged, crying as she screamed.
Soon, he yelled as he pounded into her and dragged her to the floor with him as his knees gave way. She cummed instantly and began to buck under him, jerking and squirming as his orgasm approached.
He quickly pulled her to her knees and stuck his cock inside her mouth, grabbing her head as he fucked her mouth. She held onto his hips for support as she tried to suck him and meet his thrusts. She fell in love with him, and he owned her entirely now.
He stuck his throat deep into her throat as she choked and gasped, pounding on his legs in protest. But he cummed inside her throat anyway, pumping all his cum inside as he expelled whatever demon had control of him out through the cum.
She pulled away from him instantly as she began to cough. She coughed, choked, and spat some of it out. She sat there, not knowing what to do now that they were spent. She knew they could not be an item. People would frown at that.
To her surprise, he lifted her up and kissed her. He held her to his body and said, “we can have this place to ourselves anytime you want, and anytime I want.”
“Agreed?” he asked her.
“Yes, Your Grace,” she said, smiling happily.
And she knew she was going to enjoy her new job very much.
Maid To Satisfy
Rich Man Trains Her To Obey
By Virginia Vice
Mr. Broadstreet peered at me from across his desk. His beady eyes were piercing and expressionless, and they were set too close to his large hooked nose. He reminded me of some bird, and the realization made me want to laugh.
But I wouldn’t dare laugh at the man, not when there was so much riding on his approval. Mr. Broadstreet, the old and grumpy birdman, just so happened to be Lucius Miller’s head butler. And as the head butler, Mr. Bradstreet personally approved all staff hiring decisions.
“Now, Ella,” he started, glaring at the single paper on his otherwise-spotless desk. His voice was about an octave lower than would seem right for his appearance.