His To Claim!!!

Yes, Master

“Mmmhm” I hear him moan. I know I’m doing it right.

I try to remember how he was licking my p***y just now.

With a gentle pull, I spread his shaft and rubbed my tongue through it gently.

“Mmhm!!!”

Hearing him moan once more, I did what strippers always brag about and realised late I was too confident.

I part my lips and take his c**k into my mouth.

As I move my head up and down, his moans feel like music to my ears.

Using my free hand, I fumble with his balls, while I quicken my pace. His moans are a testament to the good job I’m doing.

“Aaahhhh”

I suddenly feel like my throat is going to blow up into pieces. He’s slamming his c**k so hard into my mouth that I feel raw pain.

My cocky smile is now replaced with tears.

With every thrust, it hurts further. It’s like I have a deep sore in my throat, and he just keeps slamming into my mouth without a care for anything in the world. My head is securely in his grasp, and I can’t move an inch.

“Ah… Please…”

I know gagging sounds are coming out, but I still beg.

I finally shut my eyes when the intensity rather increases, and I wonder what I have done to piss him off.

He’s hurting me, but he doesn’t care.

“f**k!” He moans loudly

Well, I’m just a stripper, and he will pay for this session, so he has nothing to bother about.

Finally, I feel something in my mouth, and I know it’s his c*m.

My throat hurts, but I swallow it without the slightest hesitation. The girls usually narrate how the patrons hate it when they spit their c*m.

I finally fall limply onto the floor after he lets go of me. Good thing the woollen carpet is of high quality.

I lay there, wasted and in pain- my needs unattended. However, little do I know that the night is just getting started.

“Get up!”

When I hear his crisp voice, I grab the bed for support. I balance myself and stand weakly before him.

“When you asked to be f****d, I told you there’s no going back.”

I remember him saying something like that earlier, but it was at the time he was tongue f*****g my p***y.

“Y…yes, sir,” I respond in a weak voice, pure dread coursing through my veins. I know something about him has changed, but I can’t tell what. He just sounds more scary than before.

“Good.”

He then takes a seat and drags me onto his lap. His lips capture my t**s, and I moan, but I fear that pain may follow soon.

“Aaahhhh!”

He… he just bit my t**s. It’s so damn painful.

Meanwhile, amidst all the torture, my p***y keeps dripping more juice against my wish.

What is happening to my body?

When he draws closer to the second tit, I tense up, only to feel another spank on my ass that sends shivers through my body.

“Sir, please….” I cry out, but he doesn’t listen.

His fierce and rough ones suddenly captured my lips. He sucks and bites until we taste blood. He doesn’t stop there, but bites my lower lip harder.

When I try to scream, he invades my mouth and explores it in ways I never know exist.

I am suddenly lost in thoughts as another spank lands on the same butt cheek. Why is he doing this to me?

After hitting me, he rubs his hand on it, making me shift uncomfortably in his lap.

“My lap dance.” He demands emotionlessly, as all semblance of warmth disappears from his face.

I carefully position myself and start moving my ass, winding and grinding against his erect c**k.

When I finally finish, my gaze is on the door, and I know he will drive me out.

“Aaaahhh!”

I moan as his fingers trail my p***y lips once more.

My lecherous moans fill the room, and I finally realize how slutty I’ve become.

I just want him to give me my first orgasm. I feel it building up, but before finally experiencing it, he withdraws his fingers.

Grabbing tightly onto his thigh, I throw my head back in frustration, unsure of what will happen next.

I know he’s torturing me intentionally, but I can do nothing about it.

My body is on fire, and I still want him to pop my cherry.

Suddenly, I feel him trailing his fingers across my spine. Does he want to kill me?

“Sir…” I call out to him fearfully. I don’t know why he’s deriving pleasure from hurting me.

“Aahh”

What the f**k am I supposed to feel? This is getting frustrating. One moment there’s pleasure, but the next comes with pain.

I feel his hands grope my breasts gently, and the feeling is heavenly. His hands are so skilful that I’m getting lost in his touch.

When he parts my p***y lips, I tense a little, but the punishment already came before I can recover.

He pinches my t**s so hard, all the while finger f*****g me.

“Little fox…:

He calls out in a relaxed tone, and I can only respond amidst tears.

“Yes, sir”

He kisses my collarbone affectionately, his grip on my t**s not lessening, and I convulse from the mix of pain and pleasure.

”If I f**k your p***y, it means I own you. I won’t share my b***h with anyone.”

I feel insulted by his address, but the only thing I do is moan.

“Mmmhhmmm!”

“When I f**k you, you must tell me how you feel.”

He states once more, and I’m already grinding my ass against his c**k.

“Yes, sir.” I gasp.

“And you will stop calling me, sir. Call me, Master.” The words don’t register in my mind, as he slides one more finger into my p***y.

Two fingers are wreaking havoc inside me, yet he only wants me to call him master? I can even kiss his feet if he wants.

He suddenly stops when my response doesn’t come.

“Master. Yes, Master.” I respond ingratiatingly, and he chuckles creepily before pushing me off his body.

He leads me to the bed.

“Whew! Finally…” I muse

“Grab the bed.” He commands, and I respond,

“Yes, Master.”

As my words fall, he bends me over the tall bed, and spreads my legs apart.

Truth be told, I’m excited about finally having his c**k at the entrance of my dripping p***y. Teasing me.

I bend further, displaying my round ass and wet p***y for my master to have complete access.

I feel his hands grab each side of my waist, then pull me toward him.

“Aaaahhhhh!”

My heart-wrenching scream echoes in the quiet room, and at that moment I wish my lust did not take the better of me.

All I see is darkness.

“Aaaahhh! Master… It hurts… It hurts… Aaaahhhhh…”

He thrusts into my p***y in a single shove. I have never felt pain this raw.

“Master, it hurts, please.”

I feel like my waist is breaking from the impact of his c**k slamming into my p***y.

He keeps ravaging me and moaning until I plop onto the bed without being told.

“Aaaahhh!”

Another spank lands on the same ass, and I swear I don’t want to feel that pain again.

It hurts, and my p***y is on fire as well. I want him to stop, but I can’t say it.

Another spank lands on that same spot, and I scream in tears,

“Master, it hurts.”

It’s the last thing I remember saying.

When I woke up, it was already dawn.

Meanwhile, I am not up because I want to.

I feel my master’s fingers exploring my sore p***y. I want to beg him to stop since I don’t want to experience the pain again, but I can only plead.

“Master… Please…” I tense up.

He trails light kisses all over my body, touches me in all the right places, and I finally get lost in his touch.

My moans fill the room, and I finally enjoy what it feels like to be f****d.

Despite the throbbing pain in my p***y, I enjoy it, and by the time I have my second orgasm, he declares.

“Little fox, I can give you both pain and pleasure. I entreat you to choose wisely.”

I can’t process what he means, but I still respond,

“Yes, master.”