Connie Carter Wake up Morning

Oh, it was so sweet, this lust! Why was it so fucking good?! “Good girl.” Elena chuckled lowly in my ear, and released me. I squirmed to not have her inside me, my impatience and desperation compelling me. When her hands sunk into my ass and she spread me, I could feel the release of lust dripping from my slit. Then her cock was pressed to my blushing petals, and I froze in anticipation. “Beg for it.” She whispered, stroking my back, “Beg like a good bitch.” “Please fuck me… Mistress.” I whispered, trembling from head to toe. “That’s not what my slaves call me.” Elena growled. “Master,” I hissed, “oh please Master, fuck me!” Elena slowly drove into my womanhood, the wet nether lips sucking greedily to take her deeper, my insides seizing in ardent consumption of her throbbing cock. The toxins in my veins intensified my sensations tenfold, turning my body against me, my lewd muscles clenching on their own accord to reward the woman who violated me. She pulled out, her weapon sheened with my lust, and she slid her tip up my taint to press it against my anus. I mewled for her, feeling naught but the vacancy within, caring only for the penetration, the feeling of another’s invasion. She plunged into my ass, and my lewd button opened easily for her, my rim coiling about her advance, the taut flesh becoming swollen with stimulation. Then she pulled out, and with her cock glazed with my vile anal juices, she fucked my pussy, dirtying my sanctity, treating me like nothing but the whore-queen I was. I cried out as she switched holes with each thrust, the repetition enough to excite me, but the constant change not enough to satisfy, only to ratchet up my desire until I was blubbering on the floor, not knowing where I wanted her to stay, only knowing I wanted her to fuck every part of me until I died! “You,” Elena called to the guard, “Sir Piss and Shit, what’s your real name?” “Sir Fraldias, my lady.” He said, making a point of facing away from the threshold. “Oh, it’s ‘ my lady ’ now, is it?” Elena laughed, grabbing a fistful of my hair and yanking my head up, “He didn’t much treat me like a lady before. I wonder how he’ll treat royalty?” morning “Master, no…” I said meekly, too engulfed in pleasure to protest firmly. “Yes.” Elena hissed, licking the side of my face. I melted into a blubbering moan to feel her so possess me, my head dangling haplessly from my hair. “Sir Fraldias, have you ever seen your queen in such a state?” “No, ma’am.” Fraldias shifted uncomfortably. Elena dropped my head, grabbed my thighs, and hoisted me up against her, her breasts flattening against my back, her cock stirring my anus into a stretched ruin. She presented me to Sir Fraldias like a trophy, and I could do nothing but surrender to her, my humiliation only heightening my pleasure. I dropped my head against her shoulder and mewled to the ceiling, my vacant pussy running a rivulet of nectar down my taint to further grease the squelching piston of my sodomy. “You’ve never had two lovers at once, have you?” Elena whispered, sensually impaling my anus, the heat of her burning into romance the tightest squeeze of my filth. “No!” I cried, bringing my hands together behind her head, dancing with a gyrating belly atop her penetrating organ, “Please Master, don’t make me do this!” “Why not?” Elena whispered, her tongue in my ear, “You’re a queen of immeasurable power,” she released one thigh to hold me fast by my crotch, three fingers entering me, “and sick desires,” she hissed CumonTits as I cried out, my diaphragm heaving with exalting breaths, “but you’ve only ever been with one lover at a time? Why?” My fingers find a new patch of asparagus. No one ever refers to the man as anything other than 'The Boss.' “Don’t push your luck. Where in the Fuck did this come from? What he didn’t know was how long he could hold out. When that CumonTits was done, he grabbed the nipple clamps and after a pinch of each nipple, he clamped them, then he led her over the the St. romance Andrews Cross, something Silk had never really tried before. “I’ll give it to you, you’ve only had your dick sucked twice, and that’s all you’ve ever had it done?” I asked while I looked at him in his eyes. She then whispered to me "I can't wait to see all the hot dudes that are going clubbing in Cyprus" I grabbed her waist with one hand and my cock with the other, ready to make my entry. “Does he argue with her?” “The boy, Volka. She just shook her shoulders, morning letting Michelle do the talking.