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experienced to date.
    Rust!
    Rust!
    Rust!
    He held her as her muscles
contracted. She trashed and flailed against her bonds and his body, joined to
hers. Her climax went on and on, prolonged in its intensity and sublime in its
execution. Her pants came out harsh in her ears, and there was a roaring in
them which drowned out her screams.
    Her heartbeat finally slowed. Her
entire body felt beaten and stomped upon.
    She opened her eyes to look at
him. He was smiling at her again.
    “You are so beautiful when you
cum for me,” he said.
    He withdrew his still hard cock
from her sodden vagina. She realized he had not climaxed yet. Her wrists and
ankles felt sore from being hung. He moved behind her, and she suddenly knew
where he was going to reap his pleasure.
    He grasped her buttocks. She
could see his cock poised against her anus in the mirror, ready to enter. It
was a very erotic sight.
    “Breathe in,” he warned her.
    She sucked in her breath as his
penis cleaved into her anus.
    “Ohhhhh!” she cried. It always
hurt when he first entered her back passage. But this time, she could see what
was happening very clearly in the mirror. She could see the thickness of his
cock entering the tight and very tiny hole of her anus, stretching her.
    He rammed himself into her, and
her entire rectum expanded. Then he began his violent thrusts again. He held
her in a vise grip around her waist as he fucked her ass without compunction
and mercy. His penis was slick with lubrication from her pussy juices.
    He fucked her and fucked her
until the sweat beaded on his forehead. The friction of his bare penile flesh
against the walls of her rectum was raw and hot. In the mirror, she could see
the root of his cock.
    Then he came with a cry. A gush
of hot sperm exploded into her rectum and shot into her depths – much
farther than it could ever go into her pussy and beyond.
    “Oh fuck, fuck, fuck!” he cried.
His flesh was hot and sticky against her back.
    His semen seemed to go on and on
– that burning flood of it. It gave her a satisfaction like no other
– to be able to feel his life-giving sap inside her, even though it was
in the wrong passage. And to be able to satisfy him in this manner; the way no
other woman could.
    It felt . . . immense.
    He jerked once, twice more into
her, and then he pulled out his dripping cock. The tip of it was still weeping
with his whitish semen which spilled to the floor.
    “Come on,” he said gently, “let’s
cut you down.”
    He unclasped her wrists and
ankles from their bonds. She swayed as she landed on the balls of her feet.
Just as she was about to collapse, he caught her. He scooped her up in his
strong arms. She felt breathless, and not just from the sex.
    “I’ve got you,” he said,
laughing.
    Was it her imagination, or had
things changed between them? It was gradual, but he was a lot nicer to her
these days. A lot more proprietary. A lot more caring and polite. He was still
very dominant in bed towards her, but their conversations outside sex had taken
on an affectionate quality.
    Or so she (wanted to) believe.
    He carried her out of the room of
mirrors and into the hallway beyond. She was almost too tired to lift her head,
but she took in the glorious lounge as he strode into it – the tasteful
masculine furniture and decorations, all done in a décor of black against gold.
The brass lamps, the golden lighting, the sheer curtains. Such clean lines. So
unfeminine, with not a single female accoutrement anywhere.
    She felt elated.
    I must the first woman he has
brought here, she wanted to assuage herself, even though she knew it was
probably untrue.
    “Let me give you a tour of the
premises,” he said. “Then we’ll have a shower together. Are you hungry?”
    She was starving.
    “Yes.”
    “Good.” He smiled a secret smile.
“Because I’ve got dinner all planned out.”

 
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    He gave her a tour of the
premises by carrying her in his arms. She felt loved and coddled and