He still remembered the effort he had to hold back so as not to take it right here on the threshold. As soon as he saw her, he quickly turned away, hiding the mad fire of passion that flashed in him. He retreated back into the darkness of a spacious, little-furnished room with a large, full-wall, tightly closed window, where he had been waiting for her all this time. With a deliberately bored look, he landed in a black leather chair, located right in the center of the room, back to the window, and fixed his impatient gaze in the doorway. She appeared from the darkness of the corridor, and her skin seemed golden in the light of a desk lamp directed at her, standing on a low glass table next to the chair. The man directed the light on the wall in front of him, pointing the slave to her place. But the girl herself knew everything, because she did it not for the first time. She walked to the wall, being in a circle of yellowish electric light. Covering her eyes with one hand, with the other she was already unbuttoning her blouse. The man’s tenacious gaze wandered over her body, briefly lingering on the slim, graceful fingers of the girl, who slid down the pearl buttons. Waiting until the slave finally took off his blouse, he momentarily looked at a white lace bra with a pink satin bow in the middle, a pale tummy, a belt of a gray skirt ...
- Turn around. - He threw dryly to her.
The girl immediately executed the order and stretched her arms back to the zipper of her skirt. The man squeezed the skin of the arm of the chair and leaned forward slightly. There was at this moment in his look something bestial, insane, something so eager to get free. He was not afraid to test any of his fantasies on her, knowing that she would not get anywhere from him.
To incline her to this connection was not an easy task. However, with a certain amount of funds, connections and influence, many issues become quite solvable. The girl depended on him, or rather on the money that he gave her to treat her fiance. And this thought gave him considerable pleasure, possession of the fact that he would never belong to him under other circumstances. It is interesting that she feels, standing there, in the hospital ward, how she justifies herself by looking into the eyes of her beloved ... He tried to present: shame, self-loathing, bitterness, pain - and all this for a good cause. The man grinned wryly at his thoughts. He leaned over and pulled a vibrator from the top drawer. Transparent, purple - her favorite color, however, he absolutely did not go to her. However, the man did not miss a single opportunity to tease the slave, to humiliate, crushing possible resistance.
And now the Boss, with a bad smile, looked at the suddenly stiffened buttocks of the girl - her ears, evidently, had already caught the buzzing sound of the included vibrator.
- Come on. - The man ordered.
And this time the slave did everything right: without turning around, she carefully stepped over the gray fabric of the skirt lying on the floor and, not hurrying, moving in the direction of her master. He, in turn, was pleased, watching as the girl's buttocks move with the step.
After waiting for her to come close enough, the man impatiently grabbed the slave by a strip of strings and pulled him tight to himself. The girl gasped: lace fabric crashed into the crotch, giving her conflicting feelings of painful pleasure. The owner knew that she liked it. Any woman would like a stronger man to take her, somewhere deep in any desire there is a desire to obey. Another thing is that not everyone even admits this to herself. Others just need to push, show, open in them this side of female nature.
The owner did not even think to loosen his grip. With the head of a vibrator, he had already drawn lines on the smooth skin of the buttocks, gradually descending onto the lace fabric that had cut into the crotch. At the same time, the slave thighs slightly swayed, which was not covered by the man’s tenacious gaze. With a contented, wide smile of the Cheshire cat, the Owner loudly slapped the girl on the buttock and, without tearing it from the delicate skin of his hand, he immediately led her up to the fastener of her bra. One movement of dexterous fingers - and the ends of this uncomplicated part of women's underwear obediently diverge to the sides and fall.
- Turn around. - Sukho ordered the man, putting the vibrator aside, but not thinking to turn it off.
As soon as the girl executed the order, the Master, without wasting time, grabbed one hand at the flirtatious satin bow of the bra and pulled on himself, not too sharply so as not to rip off an unnecessary item of clothing, but to make the slave lean over and rest his hands on the armrests. The girl’s face was now very close: scared, one might even say innocent, like a child’s. However, he saw her eyes - and they asked for more. However, the man himself intended to continue this game. Deliberately lazy, the Master caressed the slave's bare chest with her palms, carefully turning her nipples with her fingers, so that in the next moment she would squeeze them tightly, pull on herself, forcing the girl to arch and dumbly groan.
- Do you? - He asked, looking straight into the eyes of his slut.
Receiving a weak nod in response, the man let go of the exhausted nipples of the slave and quirked an eyebrow:
- Really?
The girl straightened and lowered her panties. Following the lace fabric, a viscous transparent trickle of discharge stretched. The man who followed this movement grinned.
“Look, you really don't lie.” - He said, slamming slave on the thigh.
Tense as a string, she did not know what to expect in the next moment. However, knowing her master, she did not even dare to move once again, and only humbly waited for her fate.
Satisfied with the result, the man gently, almost paternally, smiled at his ward and at the same second abruptly introduced a vibrator into it - at once deeply, as far as it would go. Not so much from the rough, as from the sudden penetration of the girl's legs gave way, and she, clutching at the chair, began to slowly sink to the floor. Without delay, the man pushed her away so that his living toy fell on his back, spreading his legs wide.
- Whore. - He spat out almost in disgust, pushing his foot humming vibrator deeper into her vagina.
The slave woman screamed, squirmed, trying to somehow weaken the onslaught of the gentleman, but to no avail - it only turned on more and turned on the man.
Finally, the Boss was sick of this game, and he resolutely rose from the chair. With a dexterous movement, he unzipped his pants trousers, which had previously restrained the onslaught of the instrument that wanted to be female, and neatly landed on the slave’s chest, thereby pinning the girl to the floor. With a domineering gesture, he took his whore by the hair, forcing her to raise his head, and put his swollen member to the lips of his slave. The girl obediently opened her plump mouth, and the Host, without losing a second, burst into the hospitable opening of paradise. The slave woman moaned, protesting such pressure, twitched in an uncertain attempt to free herself from the snares of a man. However, the owner quickly stopped her with a slack slap. Not wanting to annoy his master, the girl immediately went limp, and the man now began to take her without hindrance in his mouth. Warm, humid ... Already, a rather excited man felt the approach of a moment of bliss, but every time he stopped himself, he slowed down, giving a short respite to the girl. And then he accelerated again, holding the slave by the hair so that her head remained motionless. The approach of the wave was felt more and more clearly, the body was moving by itself, hurrying to get the desired pleasure. The slave woman began to twitch again, and the Master had already thought to strike the obstinate creation again, but then he noticed that a large shudder was shaking the girl. The man burst out laughing, realizing that his whore had just finished. Then the Master, tightly pressing the slave’s head to his groin, gave himself up to pleasure, spewing sperm directly into the mouth of his whore.
Little by little he came to himself, the man eased his grip, allowing the slave to step back. Tension quickly left the body, bringing in return peace and a slight weakness. The owner gently stroked the girl on the cheek, got off her body and sat down beside her.
- You're fast today. - He noticed.
The girl was silent. Her chest heaved and fell. The owner only noticed that the nipples of the slave were tense, as if teasing, asking for affection. The man was also silent, leisurely stroking the girl's alluring forms.
The vibrator was still in her body, but the man was in no hurry to take it out. Now you can not hurry and how to stretch the pleasure. From the womb of the girl came the gurgling sounds, and tickling the ear, again awakening desire. The flesh of the man stiffened, and again this crazy gleam in his eyes.
“I see you're not full, whore.” - His hand sank heavily on the elastic chest of a slave. - Get up. You know what to do.
Closing her eyes for a moment, the girl turned over to her stomach with a sigh. Feet slipped on the spread juice of passion, hair fell over his eyes, closing a mixture of fear and desire on a pretty face. Having risen on elbows, the slave crept up, on all fours she crawled to the Master. She knew too well this tone of her master, when any word against can be costly.
Thin fingers slid along the shirt, undoing the buttons under the greedy gaze of the man. Scooping into a handful of silk, brown hair, the Master pulled the slave down to his pants, where he was already impatiently waiting for his turn to proudly burst out of his unbuttoned pants. The wet tongue touched the elastic flesh.
- Slut insatiable. - With a smile, commented on her actions Master. - Why resist, because you yourself want it. Do you want to be fucked by someone who is much stronger than you to make decisions for you. It's easier, isn't it? No liability. It's simple, baby. Relax and enjoy.
He rose, forcing the slave to rise after him, and dragged his hair to the window. The girl groaned dully, but the man did not pay the slightest attention to it. With a jerk he pulled back the curtains, he pulled the slave close to him and pressed him close to the glass.
Night city shone interlacing glare of electric light lanterns and signal lights of cars rushing along the road somewhere far below. Further, a park stretched by deep blackness, behind which glowing points of light burning in the windows could be seen.
- Nice view, right?
The girl swallowed nervously, but the Boss did not wait for a response. He slammed the slave on the inside of his thigh, forcing him to spread his legs wider. Strong fingers slid higher, collecting vaginal juice. The girl moaned; with a juicy sniff, the vibrator left its shelter, and was ruthlessly thrown into a corner of the room. The man took the slave by the hips and sharply drove a member into her bosom. At the same instant, he leaned on the girl, pressing her body against the glass. He closed his eyes, breathing in the smell of her body, of his own sperm, and behind it all was the soft spicy scent of sandalwood and barely perceptible - coffee, apparently, in a hurry, drunk after work ...
The man lit a cigarette. Then he rose abruptly and in three big steps overtook that very window. With a jerk he pulled back the curtain, for a long time he peered at the gray dusk through the veil of rain. The owner took a deep breath and, closing his eyes, exhaled loudly the smoke that filled his lungs.
And yet ... She was beautiful.