OffWorld Slave Girl - Chapter 4 - Sex Stories

OffWorld Slave Girl - Chapter 4

... wasn't long before she was bouncing up and down on my cock with some urgency, her lovely full boobs swaying and bouncing in time to the thrust of her hips back onto my cock. I again thought about wanting to talk with her about buying her from Norton. But again, this certainly wasn't the time; she obviously needed to orgasm desperately, so I let her do her thing. She was panting hard now, moaning every time my cock was thrust inside her. It wouldn't be long now I figured; a year was a long time to wait. I suddenly noticed there was a half-length mirror on a stand at the other end of the balcony, and I could see Helena’s lovely ass bouncing up and down in it. Once again I assumed a thoughtful servant had placed it there, as it hadn't been there earlier in the day. They really had thought of everything for me. I made a mental note to leave them a generous tip. I loved watching her ass bounce up and down in the mirror, her black stocking tops just in view. “Oh, you fucking sexy lady,” I told her, encouraging her, “Such a lovely ass, fucking lovely big tits.” Helena moaned, bouncing as fast and hard as she could now. “That’s it darling, fuck that big hard cock,” I told her, gripping her hips harder, “Fuck it, fucking lovely pussy.” Helena finally cried out, climaxing very, very loudly. Her cries must have been heard right across Norton’s grounds. She finally stopped bouncing, embracing me, panting hard. “You okay darling?” I asked. She certainly looked pretty happy, a huge grin ...

... on her face again. “Oh, thank you sir,” she panted, “Thank you, thank you.” She kissed me over and over. “You’re welcome. Looked like you really needed that,” I joked. She laughed, “Oh god, yes sir. So much.” She giggled again. I kissed her breasts, she was sweating slightly. “Oh sir, I don't think I've ever come so hard,” she whispered in my ear. I had certainly made her happy; hopefully she would be open to me attempting to buy her. The sun had gone down, and I now noticed there was a slight chill in the air now. “Shall we go to bed?” I asked. “Yes sir, take me to bed and fuck me again,” she said, “Do whatever you want to me, sir, we won’t tell Melora.” I laughed, as did she. I stood up; she stayed impaled on my hard cock, her hands still clinging to the back of my neck, my hands holding her around her waist. She smiled at me, kissing my neck and ear. I carried her off the balcony back into the room, and over to the enormous bed. It was built for more than two, I suppose Norton’s guests had threesomes and more-somes and needed the room. I lay her onto the crisp white sheets, her head on the pillow. My cock never left her pussy. I was on top of her, and began thrusting slowly in and out, my arms outstretched on the bed, holding me up so I could look at her. Helena grinned, “Oh sir, you’re such a lovely, gorgeous man. I can see why Melora is happy you are her master.” “Well, with that in mind, I have a proposal for you Helena,” I said, continuing to slowly gently fuck her. ...