FoxWriter
Cluster
- Joined
- Jan 20, 2011
- Location
- in the realm of lust and seduction
Chandra blinked at Tiff and watched with obvious confusion as the stage was moved around, but simply moved to stand at the edge of the stage so she wouldn't get in the way, looking shocked as Tiff spoke looking over at the men, first with fear, then unbridled desire as she watched each naked male intently, glancing at her master, her eyes gleaming with passion that only a true whore could show, panting hard, her nipples tight and poking out into the warm air, the sheen of sweat coating her body only made her seam all the more alluring, tormenting him mind body and soul without mercy.
She went with the men eagerly, moaning as they touched, stroked and teased her willing flesh, her hands wrapping eagerly around cocks, bucking as she felt them at her sensitive holes, her body burning as she listened to their lewd comments. “yes, yes fuck me, fill me so full with your cum, fill me up like a balloon until I'm round with your seed, as if I'm with a baby. Do what you want to me, fuck me, rape me, take me hard. I need it, I need it so badly.” she moaned, her eyes trailing over to Micheal, arching into hands on her nipples and shuddering as all the attention brought her to another orgasm, moaning loudly in the clear dark air as she arched, but her eyes remained fixed on her master, even as they took turns taking her ass, her cunt, her mouth, eagerly accepting every drop of seed, she would remain staring at her master with need, want, utterly and totally his whore, crying out as she came and came again, her eyes telling him that she loved it, loved being filled to the brim, filled with cum, enjoyed having all that attention and enjoyed making him jealous.
She had never had so much attention, and despite the enhancement she found herself getting more and more tired, unable to keep up with the six men, crying out every time an orgasm took her, sucking as best she could and gripping offered cocks and stroking, but it was clear she was beginning to burn down, panting hard, her body coated in sweat and cum as she started to lean back against the man who was fucking her ass over and over, she felt full of cum, the four loads in her ass, the six in her pussy, the twelve or so in her mouth, she felt as if she had eaten a full course meal for three all by herself. She closed her eyes, relief washing over her as they men pulled away and she staggered to her feet, swaying on the spot, looking for her master as the crowd cheered and raved for more, making her wince. But she was too exhausted to be too frightened.
Chandra yelped as she was suddenly yanked by her master, staggering after him and settling into her knees in the elevator, too tired to stay standing, panting against his cock, knowing she was being cruel but not caring. She half hoped he would let her rest before punishing her, the other half hoped he'd fuck her until she passed out. She moaned softly, her ass, her cunt, her mouth, her hands where all sore and aching from all the attention she had been given, the harsh fucking harder than she'd ever received. She was going to be walking funny in the morning, oh yes she was, and that was fine by her. “Master.” she moaned softly, unable to make herself say anything more, her throat sore from all the screaming she had been doing. Every orgasm she had, had been stronger than the last, more pleasurable than the last, leaving only screaming as a proper response as she had shook and writhed and twisted in front of so many people.
She was dozing before her master could even get her to do anything, if he even would, but she would wake if he stopped the elevator, or when it dinged, and slid open. She staggered to her feet, tired, no, exhausted but satisfied and pleased with her sore aching body as she did whatever her master told her to do, almost on autopilot, wishing desperately for a nap or a cup of coffee as she stared at her master before a wide grin spread across her face. “that was wonderful.” she whispered softly. “can I do it again Master?” even exhausted, humiliated, and more sore than the had ever been in her life, Chandra couldn't wait for it to happen again. She was such, a slut. HIS slut.
She went with the men eagerly, moaning as they touched, stroked and teased her willing flesh, her hands wrapping eagerly around cocks, bucking as she felt them at her sensitive holes, her body burning as she listened to their lewd comments. “yes, yes fuck me, fill me so full with your cum, fill me up like a balloon until I'm round with your seed, as if I'm with a baby. Do what you want to me, fuck me, rape me, take me hard. I need it, I need it so badly.” she moaned, her eyes trailing over to Micheal, arching into hands on her nipples and shuddering as all the attention brought her to another orgasm, moaning loudly in the clear dark air as she arched, but her eyes remained fixed on her master, even as they took turns taking her ass, her cunt, her mouth, eagerly accepting every drop of seed, she would remain staring at her master with need, want, utterly and totally his whore, crying out as she came and came again, her eyes telling him that she loved it, loved being filled to the brim, filled with cum, enjoyed having all that attention and enjoyed making him jealous.
She had never had so much attention, and despite the enhancement she found herself getting more and more tired, unable to keep up with the six men, crying out every time an orgasm took her, sucking as best she could and gripping offered cocks and stroking, but it was clear she was beginning to burn down, panting hard, her body coated in sweat and cum as she started to lean back against the man who was fucking her ass over and over, she felt full of cum, the four loads in her ass, the six in her pussy, the twelve or so in her mouth, she felt as if she had eaten a full course meal for three all by herself. She closed her eyes, relief washing over her as they men pulled away and she staggered to her feet, swaying on the spot, looking for her master as the crowd cheered and raved for more, making her wince. But she was too exhausted to be too frightened.
Chandra yelped as she was suddenly yanked by her master, staggering after him and settling into her knees in the elevator, too tired to stay standing, panting against his cock, knowing she was being cruel but not caring. She half hoped he would let her rest before punishing her, the other half hoped he'd fuck her until she passed out. She moaned softly, her ass, her cunt, her mouth, her hands where all sore and aching from all the attention she had been given, the harsh fucking harder than she'd ever received. She was going to be walking funny in the morning, oh yes she was, and that was fine by her. “Master.” she moaned softly, unable to make herself say anything more, her throat sore from all the screaming she had been doing. Every orgasm she had, had been stronger than the last, more pleasurable than the last, leaving only screaming as a proper response as she had shook and writhed and twisted in front of so many people.
She was dozing before her master could even get her to do anything, if he even would, but she would wake if he stopped the elevator, or when it dinged, and slid open. She staggered to her feet, tired, no, exhausted but satisfied and pleased with her sore aching body as she did whatever her master told her to do, almost on autopilot, wishing desperately for a nap or a cup of coffee as she stared at her master before a wide grin spread across her face. “that was wonderful.” she whispered softly. “can I do it again Master?” even exhausted, humiliated, and more sore than the had ever been in her life, Chandra couldn't wait for it to happen again. She was such, a slut. HIS slut.