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Better having read story 187 https://xhamster.com/stories/187-amber-670718 and 194 https://xhamster.com/stories/194-amber-two-674391
`T’ returned on the Saturday following the visit from Barry and his partner, he swept in just as Amber was finishing her breakfast in the kitchen, albeit a little late, and she was still in her night attire. She poured him coffee, and he sat with her telling her about his trip and asking about the “partners” and their visit. She explained about the Mexicans, having collected the last woman, hot from the punishment and without care or repair! He laughed at that, saying if one of “his women” had caused him that sort of problem she would not be leaving, she would be staying, under the garden! She shivered, but didn’t comment!!
Grinning he asked if “she was ready to `work’ this weekend?” and her answer of “I am fit and, I am yours, you know that, what had you in mind?”
“You will see, your markee has written and wants you specifically again, but I`ve told him he is not to mark you again, I`m not having you damaged permanently your no good to me disfigured,” And with that a grin spread all over his face, then he said “no one`s going to pay for disfigured goods!” and to her surprise he bent forward and kissed her. He was not usually such a demonstrative lover, oh, she knew he cared, but he was not so gentle usually, he was more for the `grab her by the hair and tell her what to do’… cave-man style approach,’ and this softer approach was somewhat throwing her into confusion.
Blushing, she sat back in her seat, as he said that she was to “clear this shit” indicating her breakfast bowls and the coffee cups. She did as she was told with some speed, whipping away the bowls to the sink and the cups to the worktops then turning back to face him, awaiting his instructions.
A large black hand gripped the front of her nightdress and she was swung to face the table.
This she thought was more the T she knew and loved, he pushed her over the table end s**ttering chairs as he did so and roughly throwing her onto the table-top. Her hands automatically gripping the table edges as with rough hands he threw the nightdress up on her back and ripped down the flimsy knickers from her hips to leave her naked backside exposed.
She heard his fly zip open, and fixed her eyes on the microwave, up on the counter, in front of her, knowing she was about to be ravaged and knowing he would not be taking her feelings into consideration one jot. Without more fore-play he slammed his giant tool into her, luckily having rapidly become wet as soon as he kissed her, so the pain of the 12inch thick monster ramming itself into her all the way was not as terrible as it may have been, but boy oh boy it was not only invasive it was a fantastically exciting!
She knew not to scream, not that anyone bar them would hear, but she knew from experience that her screams would excite him to climax, silence urging him on, exciting him into using her faster and harder, in an attempt to elicit her scream of pain, not that pain to her was a hardship, but she had learnt if she wanted him to last longer and to be able to enjoy his contact for her-own climax as well she needed to keep quiet.
He began his ride, retracting himself most of the way then ramming himself back into her time and again, as if trying to reach up into her very soul, desperate to extract the scream he so wished to enjoy, each thrust like a stab deep inside her body, each thrust extracting a grunt as her breath was driven from her body, but not that scream he was so desperate to enjoy.
His hands flat on her shoulders, his fingers gripping into her with every thrust, the nightdress under his grip, smooth, soft, and pliant. Her knuckles white as she gripped at the edges of the table-top, trying desperately to keep from screaming, despite the deep ramming truncheon filling her, banging against her soft cervix, bruising, battering, beating her soft interior to what seemed like a mush. It was a tussle of minds, he the alpha male, desperate to hear her acknowledgement of his superiority and her needing to climax, needing him deep in her body, drawing from him a more-hard hammering for her own needs, the tussle could not go on for long, they both knew that, as together they began the final massive moment. She began the most massive orgasm she had had in months, every one of her senses began that epic feeling, nerve ends screaming, guts churning, mind numbing and involuntarily she gave that deep heart-felt cry, it was his trigger, his moment, he began to flood her with his seed, pump and thrust, filling her like a garden hose, forcing his juices deep into her, with a gasping grunt of deep and instant satisfaction. His heavy body lay along her back, they both remained collapsed after such a mighty climax for some long seconds. Then he raised himself and moved to her head, without telling she took to cleaning the long black phallus, slurping away his and her own, sexual mucus, thankful of the chance to enjoy the experience. Clean now he removed her toy and secured it once more behind the zip. Then bustled away to the office.
She raised herself, smiled as she, straightening her night-dress, collected her knickers and holding them tight to her now dripping sex to stop leakage, she wandered through the house to her shower.
The hot water revived her, and after drying and dressing for him, her T, her lover, her pimp and her user, the man she would do anything for just to stay with, she tidied the kitchen then with a fresh pot of coffee and the necessary cups, and so on, on a tray, she knocked on the office door.
He bade her, pour the coffee and sit, which she did at the end of his desk. Together over coffee they watched the film of the partners punishing the three women, then after `odd job’ left the fourth woman being chastised and given to the Mexicans, his only comment being about the small man losing his control, saying that he was not surprised, and that he would “never let little shits like that loose on any of his women, especially you!” to Amber that was a compliment of the highest order, her heart melted as she allowed herself a fleeting smile, hidden as she was behind her coffee cup.
He regarded her seriously, “Now, this chap Mike, he seems to have some sort of a crush on you,” he began, “Pays big money to `enjoy you’ says he wants no other and seems to just want you especially, is there something I should know?”
Hesitantly she said that “the time he had branded me was the first time I had met him and until then I had had no idea who he was!” there was a slight hesitation in her voice which T immediately picked up on, “but you do now then girl?” he snapped.
“Please don’t be mad at me, but yes, I believe he is someone I have talked to on line, yesterday he put up a story that described the branding and it was so accurate I was shocked!”
He glared at her “GO ON,” his voice trembling with annoyance now, waiting to find out more.
“Well you know how I like erotic stories, and to pass the time I read on hamster, the sex site, well I met him on there, through my ex, perhaps a year or so back, they share a hobby. He writes a bit and did one or two for us, before I met you, and I have told him of my love of the whip and pain. he loves the details, say`s it helps him keep the stories fresh and accurate.”
“He`s always laughingly said he wanted to meet me, though he lives in England, and I never thought he would ever track me down or come visit!”
“SO, YOU HAVE NOT BEEN ENCOURAGING HIM THEN?” he shouted. Timidly she replied, “no never, just the details as I said sometimes; how I had been secured, the feelings of the whip landing on my skin, the different effects of clamps, tawse, belt, and so on, I never thought he would come and use me first hand, honestly!”
Suddenly, to her relief, he smiled, “well he has and he paid handsomely, especially to brand you with his mark, and now he wants to meet you again! Well, alright he`s a punter and I want his money, he`s over for a holiday, goes back next week, so I will read some of his stuff…in fact no… YOU can read it to me, if I like it we shall see, but he sounds like a good advert…”
She looked a little shocked, half expecting at least a smack in the mouth for her audacity, but he sat chuckling to himself, and muttering to himself, “He didn`t even have the balls to make himself known to you, just used you, marked you, and quietly went away, some man!”
She said that “he had probably not wanted to reveal our contact to protect me from your anger!”
He shrugged, then to her he said, “Well the brit is coming back to play and you will be ready for him on Tuesday 2pm sharp, got it! Now find me the first of your “friend`s” stories…”
Better having read story 187 https://xhamster.com/stories/187-amber-670718 and 194 https://xhamster.com/stories/194-amber-two-674391
`T’ returned on the Saturday following the visit from Barry and his partner, he swept in just as Amber was finishing her breakfast in the kitchen, albeit a little late, and she was still in her night attire. She poured him coffee, and he sat with her telling her about his trip and asking about the “partners” and their visit. She explained about the Mexicans, having collected the last woman, hot from the punishment and without care or repair! He laughed at that, saying if one of “his women” had caused him that sort of problem she would not be leaving, she would be staying, under the garden! She shivered, but didn’t comment!!
Grinning he asked if “she was ready to `work’ this weekend?” and her answer of “I am fit and, I am yours, you know that, what had you in mind?”
“You will see, your markee has written and wants you specifically again, but I`ve told him he is not to mark you again, I`m not having you damaged permanently your no good to me disfigured,” And with that a grin spread all over his face, then he said “no one`s going to pay for disfigured goods!” and to her surprise he bent forward and kissed her. He was not usually such a demonstrative lover, oh, she knew he cared, but he was not so gentle usually, he was more for the `grab her by the hair and tell her what to do’… cave-man style approach,’ and this softer approach was somewhat throwing her into confusion.
Blushing, she sat back in her seat, as he said that she was to “clear this shit” indicating her breakfast bowls and the coffee cups. She did as she was told with some speed, whipping away the bowls to the sink and the cups to the worktops then turning back to face him, awaiting his instructions.
A large black hand gripped the front of her nightdress and she was swung to face the table.
This she thought was more the T she knew and loved, he pushed her over the table end s**ttering chairs as he did so and roughly throwing her onto the table-top. Her hands automatically gripping the table edges as with rough hands he threw the nightdress up on her back and ripped down the flimsy knickers from her hips to leave her naked backside exposed.
She heard his fly zip open, and fixed her eyes on the microwave, up on the counter, in front of her, knowing she was about to be ravaged and knowing he would not be taking her feelings into consideration one jot. Without more fore-play he slammed his giant tool into her, luckily having rapidly become wet as soon as he kissed her, so the pain of the 12inch thick monster ramming itself into her all the way was not as terrible as it may have been, but boy oh boy it was not only invasive it was a fantastically exciting!
She knew not to scream, not that anyone bar them would hear, but she knew from experience that her screams would excite him to climax, silence urging him on, exciting him into using her faster and harder, in an attempt to elicit her scream of pain, not that pain to her was a hardship, but she had learnt if she wanted him to last longer and to be able to enjoy his contact for her-own climax as well she needed to keep quiet.
He began his ride, retracting himself most of the way then ramming himself back into her time and again, as if trying to reach up into her very soul, desperate to extract the scream he so wished to enjoy, each thrust like a stab deep inside her body, each thrust extracting a grunt as her breath was driven from her body, but not that scream he was so desperate to enjoy.
His hands flat on her shoulders, his fingers gripping into her with every thrust, the nightdress under his grip, smooth, soft, and pliant. Her knuckles white as she gripped at the edges of the table-top, trying desperately to keep from screaming, despite the deep ramming truncheon filling her, banging against her soft cervix, bruising, battering, beating her soft interior to what seemed like a mush. It was a tussle of minds, he the alpha male, desperate to hear her acknowledgement of his superiority and her needing to climax, needing him deep in her body, drawing from him a more-hard hammering for her own needs, the tussle could not go on for long, they both knew that, as together they began the final massive moment. She began the most massive orgasm she had had in months, every one of her senses began that epic feeling, nerve ends screaming, guts churning, mind numbing and involuntarily she gave that deep heart-felt cry, it was his trigger, his moment, he began to flood her with his seed, pump and thrust, filling her like a garden hose, forcing his juices deep into her, with a gasping grunt of deep and instant satisfaction. His heavy body lay along her back, they both remained collapsed after such a mighty climax for some long seconds. Then he raised himself and moved to her head, without telling she took to cleaning the long black phallus, slurping away his and her own, sexual mucus, thankful of the chance to enjoy the experience. Clean now he removed her toy and secured it once more behind the zip. Then bustled away to the office.
She raised herself, smiled as she, straightening her night-dress, collected her knickers and holding them tight to her now dripping sex to stop leakage, she wandered through the house to her shower.
The hot water revived her, and after drying and dressing for him, her T, her lover, her pimp and her user, the man she would do anything for just to stay with, she tidied the kitchen then with a fresh pot of coffee and the necessary cups, and so on, on a tray, she knocked on the office door.
He bade her, pour the coffee and sit, which she did at the end of his desk. Together over coffee they watched the film of the partners punishing the three women, then after `odd job’ left the fourth woman being chastised and given to the Mexicans, his only comment being about the small man losing his control, saying that he was not surprised, and that he would “never let little shits like that loose on any of his women, especially you!” to Amber that was a compliment of the highest order, her heart melted as she allowed herself a fleeting smile, hidden as she was behind her coffee cup.
He regarded her seriously, “Now, this chap Mike, he seems to have some sort of a crush on you,” he began, “Pays big money to `enjoy you’ says he wants no other and seems to just want you especially, is there something I should know?”
Hesitantly she said that “the time he had branded me was the first time I had met him and until then I had had no idea who he was!” there was a slight hesitation in her voice which T immediately picked up on, “but you do now then girl?” he snapped.
“Please don’t be mad at me, but yes, I believe he is someone I have talked to on line, yesterday he put up a story that described the branding and it was so accurate I was shocked!”
He glared at her “GO ON,” his voice trembling with annoyance now, waiting to find out more.
“Well you know how I like erotic stories, and to pass the time I read on hamster, the sex site, well I met him on there, through my ex, perhaps a year or so back, they share a hobby. He writes a bit and did one or two for us, before I met you, and I have told him of my love of the whip and pain. he loves the details, say`s it helps him keep the stories fresh and accurate.”
“He`s always laughingly said he wanted to meet me, though he lives in England, and I never thought he would ever track me down or come visit!”
“SO, YOU HAVE NOT BEEN ENCOURAGING HIM THEN?” he shouted. Timidly she replied, “no never, just the details as I said sometimes; how I had been secured, the feelings of the whip landing on my skin, the different effects of clamps, tawse, belt, and so on, I never thought he would come and use me first hand, honestly!”
Suddenly, to her relief, he smiled, “well he has and he paid handsomely, especially to brand you with his mark, and now he wants to meet you again! Well, alright he`s a punter and I want his money, he`s over for a holiday, goes back next week, so I will read some of his stuff…in fact no… YOU can read it to me, if I like it we shall see, but he sounds like a good advert…”
She looked a little shocked, half expecting at least a smack in the mouth for her audacity, but he sat chuckling to himself, and muttering to himself, “He didn`t even have the balls to make himself known to you, just used you, marked you, and quietly went away, some man!”
She said that “he had probably not wanted to reveal our contact to protect me from your anger!”
He shrugged, then to her he said, “Well the brit is coming back to play and you will be ready for him on Tuesday 2pm sharp, got it! Now find me the first of your “friend`s” stories…”
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