Her Master Returns (Dark BDSM Erotica) Read Online Free PDF Page B

the zipper as a cock was released
from it confines. She didn’t look up, although she was itching to
gaze upon that beautiful phallus again. She heard sounds behind her
– the new man now moving and approaching the bench, but there had
been no suggestion that he had got out his cock. Emily found
herself wondering what it would be like when he did - would it be
in proportion to the rest of him – massive and foreboding. The
notion both thrilled and terrified her.
    Emily was dragged out of this reverie when she felt the new
man’s groin rub against her bare ass, the swell of his covered
erection pressing into Emily’s fleshy buns as he straddled the
bench behind her. Emily gasped as she registered the mass that was
there, all her fears and hopes apparently fulfilled; but her focus
was again changed when the strong hands of Hades grasped the back
of her head. One hand had fingers curled into her blonde hair, the
other gripping the collar round her neck. He jerked Emily’s head up
and brought her face to face with the familiar cock of Her Nemesis.
Suddenly and brutally the throbbing member was pressed against
Emily’s lips.
    Emily opened her mouth instinctively as the thick hard cock
pushed its way inside, giving her no time to react except to utter
a muffled cry. The familiar ache in her jaw came back quickly, and
she tried to still her tongue as it worked reflexively in an
attempt to push the phallus from her mouth.
    Her Nemesis stood absolutely still with his hands on his hips,
but the hands that grasped Emily’s head and collar pushed her
forward to engulf the big cock completely, forcing the length into
her agonised throat and bringing fresh tears to Emily’s eyes. The
fingers in her hair tugged, pulling her back quickly. The hand on
her collar pushed Emily back on, effectively impaling her mouth
again. Over and over, the big man behind her pushed and pulled,
forcing Emily to fuck herself in the face with Her Master’s rigid
cock.
    She gagged and sputtered at first. The drool came easily and
in copious amounts. Her hands instinctively came off the bench as
she tried to control the violation of her face. A hard pull on her
hair made her place them back down; Emily gripped at the sides of
the bench to hold them in obedience.
    Again and again she was pushed and pulled, repeatedly mouth
fucked by her stationary Nemesis. She remembered being pummelled
from the last time and struggled to relax her throat in order to
take the invading organ deeper, and do so without retching and
incurring Her Master’s wrath by vomiting on his trousers. It wasn’t
easy.
    This new plan of attack was just as brutal as the first time,
only it was Emily’s head that was moving towards the man instead of
his hips pounding against her. Back and forward she went, the
harbinger repeatedly impaling Emily on the cock before her face.
But after a few minutes, the hand gripping her collar was only
rested there, and while the fingers still curled in her hair,
Emily’s head was moving of its own accord. Her mouth slurped
greedily at Her Master’s cock, and she was stunned to realise that
she was doing so on her own.
    Emily licked and sucked at the member fed to her. In her
enthusiasm she moved her hands again, only this time the purpose
was not to push away, but to find the man’s hips and pull him in so
she could worship his dick all the better. The new man allowed her,
loosening his grip even more on Emily’s collar and hair. Lost in
her depraved lust, Emily’s tongue danced its way up and down Her
Master’s length, dipping into his piss slit to taste the flowing
pre-cum, hungry for this flavour that she still found offensive yet
needed like an addictive drug.
    “See what a slut she is for a big cock! The dirty whore is
trying to get her tongue all the way down it. She’s trying to draw
out my spunk. Well, if that’s what you want, Blondie, then that’s
what you’ll get. I said I’d fire down your throat the next
time.”
    That brought