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scents of lovemaking. Her nipples were still tender, dragged across the cotton coverlet of his bed as he thrust into her from behind, so the smooth linens felt like rough sandpaper. She felt the hair of his thighs scraping the sensitive welts of her bottom, and the press of his elegant fingers against her hips and waist. He pulled away, leaving her empty. He swiped some of the copious moisture from her pussy and slid it over her asshole with his thumb. She braced and arched her back, opening for him. His cock hurt as he parted her ass cheeks, but he didn't stop and she didn't even consider fighting him. The head stretched her as it pressed in and she closed her teeth on the coverlet beneath her, trying to endure the sharp ache without making any movements to elude him.
    "Oh, Master," she whimpered. He made a soothing noise and leaned down with a hand on either side of her head, sliding inside her all the way to the hilt. There was still pain until he seated himself, and then her body relaxed, finally resigning itself to his invasion. He bumped against her, lifting her toes from the floor as he used her tight asshole for his pleasure. The pain mixed with pleasure at the intimacy of the act, and his mastery over her. The silence of his bedroom was broken only by his gasps and grunts, but then she heard a desperate whine and realized it was coming from her. She twisted her hips, wanting more, and he fucked her harder, grinding against her ass so her pelvis was pressed to the edge of the bed. Then he took her hips in his hands and slowed.
    " Ohhh ... " She loved her Master so much. Every inch of his thick member sliding into her ass was like a gift. He eased in and then out, holding her tight, burying himself inside and then withdrawing. He used his thumbs to spread her cheeks and she knew he was looking at her asshole as he plunged in and out of it. She wanted to look too, to admire the intimate joining, but it wasn't her place. She was glad Ms. Bobo had come that afternoon so her body was slick and free of hair for his pleasure. She wanted to come again and she whined, feeling ashamed, but also wishing for him to understand how much he aroused her.
    "What a good girl you are," he said, stroking her sphincter where it stretched tight around his cock. The sensation made drumbeats throb in her belly. Shame, excitement, arousal like liquid fire. "Master loves fucking your asshole. Now I want you to come for me. I want to feel your ring clamping on my dick."
    "Yes, Master," she gasped. "I want to come for you."
    She clenched around his cock, grinding against the bed, feeling like his fuck toy, his creature. I want to please you. I love you. The fullness in her ass and the swirling, building sensation in her engorged clit combined into an overwhelming race to completion. She let go, her arms flailing to be released from their bonds, her whole body bucking with the aftermath of her orgasm. As she came, she heard his groan of satisfaction. He pulled out and shot hot streams of cum over her back and ass cheeks. She lay still as he grasped her hands in one hand and rubbed his cum into her skin with the other. The slow possessiveness of his touch enhanced her feelings of exhausted satisfaction.
    "Oh, Master," she whispered. "I love you. Thank you for giving me your cum. It feels so warm against my skin."
    "I love you too," he said. "I love marking you this way. I really will miss you." The wistfulness in his voice made her heart start aching again and nearly brought her to tears. But Master had told her not to cry. She wanted to be a good girl for him.
    He finally released her arms from their cuffs and then ordered her to dress for the club.

 
     
     
     
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    He told Mrs. Jernigan to dress her in the dark blue velvet coat. Molly was happy because it was one of her favorites. It was closely fitted up top, with large tortoiseshell buttons, and flared into a skirt-like silhouette at the bottom. She liked it because