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The Tramp
Sweet juices soakedhis fingers as his little pet came, impaled with his cock up her sweet arse. The grip of her muscles was like a vise, massaging the length of his rod. The tight ring of her entrance was smooth and paler than the rest of her skin, stretched wide to accommodate him. Now that she had reached her pleasure, he pulled his fingers away from her pussy, so he could fully enjoy the sight of his cock buried in her bowels—the way her cheeks rippled when he slammed against them—and the small glimpses of the room below them, feeding into the depravity of her deflowering. No one was looking up, but Henry could still see them, knew they were there... knew none of them were aware he was balls deep in the arse of a former debutante.
His lust roared up, her muffled moans and pants urging him onward as he rutted her.
Gripping her hips tighter, he pulled her to him, burying his full length inside her clenching arse. He groaned, feeling her arse sucking and pulling at his cock with her shuddering muscles. Hot ecstasy boiled up, shooting through him, and throbbing along the length of his cock. He emptied himself, filling her with long spurts of hot liquid pleasure until he was wrung completely dry. Panting, he almost fell forward atop her but put one hand out to catch himself with the chaise, so he did not crush her.
She slumped beneath him, still shuddering from the intensity of being so thoroughly buggered. Henry leaned forward to kiss the back of her neck and scraped his teeth along the delicate skin, enjoying the way her ass clenched around his shrinking cock and pulling a few more shudders of pleasure from him.
“Good girl,” he murmured into her hair.
Downstairs, a shout of celebration rang out. Someone had won big at one of the tables downstairs. Whether they kept their new fortune, time would tell, but Henry knew he intended to keep his.
10
The Lady
To her immense relief,Henry did not insist on putting her tail in her bottom the next day.
Hedidwake her by pulling her head down to his cock and using her sleepy mouth for his pleasure, while his fingers pumped in and out of her pussy and bottom, but Delilah rather enjoyed that, despite the lingering soreness from the prior day’s activities. That he did not bring her to completion made her antsy, but she quickly realized he’d done so on purpose when he put the leash on her collar without dressing her, an almost manic gleam in his eye.
“Oh, no...” she whispered, not daring to speak the words any louder.
“Oh, yes,” he said firmly, stepping forward, so he loomed over her. “You can be led to my office with a bright red arse, or you can follow me to my office and receive a treat for being a good girl. It’s up to you.”
The itch between her legs warred with her sense of modesty, and with the threat of a spanking, her desire tipped the scales. The two tails her hair was in did not help her hide her face, but she kept her head ducked as they exited his room, then nearly died of shame when she realized Butch and Frank were waiting for them outside. She peeked to know they both gave her nude form a quick perusal, but to her everlasting relief, neither of them made a comment. If they had, she was fairly certain she would have expired on the spot.
Their silence gave her a tiny slice of courage, which allowed her to put one foot in front of the other when Henry tugged on her leash. If she could have made the walk with her eyes closed, she would have, but she just stared at the floor. Every sound, every creak of the floorboards made her want to jump and see if someone else was approaching, but thankfully no one was.
“Good pet.” Henry patted her bottom fondly when they reached his office. To her relief, Butch and Frank remained outside. Mostly relief. There was a small, very small part of her that quietly wondered what it might be like to have them watch what Henry was going to do to her.
How low she’d fallen. That she could even conceive of such a thing was shocking. That she felt a frission of interest at the mad idea... She did not know to reconcile that, so she pushed it aside, refusing to think about it.
Thankfully, Henry was ready to distract her. Leading her to his desk, he surprised her by taking her by the waist and lifting her up, so she was seated atop it with him standing between her legs.Leaning down, he kissed her full on the mouth. Some of her tension melted away, especially when his hands moved to her breasts and began to knead the soft mounds, his thumbs sweeping over her hardened nipples, stimulating the little buds. Delilah moaned, wriggling, trying to get closer to him, wantingmore.
His lips moved away from hers, traveling down her neck, giving each hard nipple a quick suck and nip before pressing her to lie back on his desk. She heard the scrape of his chair as he settled between her thighs, his shoulders taking the weight of her legs, keeping them spread wide. His tongue swiped up the center of her pussy, making her cry out as pleasure shot through her, hot, needy, and demanding. Reaching down, her fingers threaded through his hair, holding on as he sucked and nibbled on her sensitive parts. Moving her hips, she wantonly rubbed herself against his mouth and tongue, the demands of her body overpowering any sense of decorum she still possessed.
“Oh, please...” she begged, panting. “Please, please, please...”
His mouth closed around her clit, sucking hard, and sent her flying. The toe-curling sensation was so intense, she practically levitated on his desk, pure ecstasy billowing through her. It felt so good and went on and on and on until she was begging him to stop. The pleasure had become almost painful, and she couldn’t take one more wave of it. Lifting his head, he pulled her off the desk and onto his lap, cuddling her and stroking her while she laid limp and satiated.
When he put her down on the floor, letting her explore the room again, she started to get to her feet when he spoke again.
“No, pet. Crawl.”
Delilah blinked at him in confusion. “Crawl?”
Leaning over, he gave her one short, sharp slap on her bottom, a stinging swat that made her yelp in surprise.
“Crawl, like a good pet,” he said, giving her an admonishing look. “And call me Master when you address me.”
Maybe it was how wrung out she was, maybe it was just how thoroughly he’d subjugated her, or maybe it was because it was starting to feel right... but Delilah did not argue and quietly dropped to all fours beside him.
“Yes, Master.”
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