I tried to hold it in.
Art wrapped his other arm around and cupped my breast. My b-cup breasts provided little to grasp in his colossal palms.
"Oooooh….. Mmmmmmmm…" I tried to close my mouth and take it as he held me up and began to fuck me. I could feel every pulsing vein on his cock as it slid in and out of me. I reached around and grabbed the back of his head so as to balance myself for him.
Art began to press harder and harder against me. His dick pushed faster into me and his breathing became more rapid and deeper. Mine began to match his, and the ache in my pussy subsided as it grew wetter and wetter the faster he slammed me.
"Oh my God Art… Oh fuuuuuck…" I moaned, though this time my voice was broken and uncontrolled; my words came out accepting and gracious. "Mmmmmmmm!!! Oh Fuck!"
Art leaned back, pulling me with him and with a single, burly thrust released a warm load of semen up and into what felt like my stomach.
I tried to release an affable moan of pleasure as I sat atop him but was unable to catch a wind to do so. With every spurt of concentrated pleasure my pussy quivered with bliss.
Art wrapped his elbow around my throat, and as he again pushed himself deeper inside of me to ensure the distance of his genes he reassured me of his original oath.
"You belong to me, your purpose…" He paused as he ejaculated into me, "is to take my cum inside of you and nothing else."
"Anything you say…" I returned. With another push against his bulky hips my pussy released a wave of ecstacy up my spine.
"OOOOOH! FUCK!" I screamed!
"Anything you say my master… I’ll be anything for you!"
We paused for a moment, our bodies heaving in absolute gratification, then collapsed on the bed. We didn’t speak for several minutes, I laid still on the bed not evening trying to compose myself. His body; all the layers of muscle rippling under his tattooed skin as he heaved on top of me. He ran his hand up and down my side lovingly. I was his bitch, his mate. I might as well have been his piece of meat; but in his hands it was a respected position. He reached his hand to the side of my face and held my head up to look at him. I rolled over underneath him felt his chest against mine; his strong body held tightly against my weak frame by gravity. He tried to offer another command.
"I know baby," I cut him off. "I’m all your, forever."
"And what is your purpose?"
"I am here simply to provide a haven for your cum. I’m your baby, your slave."
"You are going to make a good wife, Ashleigh. Now go to sleep, I have plans for you in the morning."
I rolled over and turned my back to my lover. I closed my eyes as a drip of still-warm semen dripped across my clitoris and reminded me of the pleasure I had just endured. I had no idea how much I liked being dominated so aggressively. Apparently it had just begun, and I was to find out much more in the months to come.
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