My Masterfriend's Games or What Happened to R - Sex Stories

My Masterfriend's Games or What Happened to R

... loud along with our moans and squeals. (His moans - my squeals) With my hips being pulled hard into his, I couldn't do anything but think about the cock that is being driven deep into my guts, filling me, stretching me, and making my legs quiver this time. A gruff and guttural "You want more of this Leslie?" came from behind me. "I think you do." "I gonna give you what you want." I was bent over a table by now, and my Pimp was takin' what was his. He was driving hard and rough. The way I've come to need it from him. He has made me beg, and scream, and sweat like the white whore he's turned me into. My mind focused on being his instrument of pleasure. I wasn't sure if he was fucking me, Leslie, or just fucking so he had something to masturbate into. At this point, it didn't matter. Again, gruffly, with a slight intonation of the Huggy Bear routine, "You gotta choose up baby. You wanna be my ho?" (A slap across my ass!) Well, baby? Do ya?" All I could muster was a guttural "Fuck yes!" My body needed the attention he was offering me. Not my mind. I needed to be sculpted and shaped, made into something that serves his pleasure, not thought. He was asking me to be surround by thick, hard, ruinous dicks pumped into every hole. Cum will be dripping and sliding inside and out of me. He wants to expel the last fragments of the old me, and this is what I want. I want to be broken and taken apart - rebuilt as the toy and pet that get’s used as a convenient and pleasing hole to cum in. Let my Master do the thinking for me and empty my mind, so he can fill it up with himself. Be the simple happy little whore I know I can be. He pulled himself into me for one last time and held it their while I felt him spasm to the final end.