She thinks semen is delicious… this girl really is crazy. “How about having it inside you?”
Holly’s face lit up. “You mean it?”
“Sure, we don’t even need condoms. Unfortunately, while I can certainly shoot a lot, my guys… aren’t very strong.” Holly looked at him in confusion and he averted his eyes in shame. “My tadpoles… don’t have tails. They’re basically stagnant and useless. High quantity, low quality. The only thing I’ve ever really wanted was to start a family, but… I’m sterile. Just… keep it a secret, ok?”
This wasn’t like just having received a vasectomy; he had no choice in the matter. It didn’t matter if he had a large member or could build a home with his own two hands, the fact that he was incapable of getting a woman pregnant was a huge devalue to his masculinity and it made him feel like he would die alone without having ever made anything that really mattered.
Sensing her Master’s vulnerability, Holly stood up and walked over. Wrapping her arms around his neck, she leaned in and kissed him, the first time she had ever kissed a man. “That just means you can pump all of your seed into me and never have to worry. Now please, Master, make me your slave forever.”
She then let go and walked into his bedroom, unfastening her bra as she walked and removing her pants and underwear when she reached his bed. She clutched herself nervously as she felt Isaac’s eyes run up her supple body. “I’ve been waiting to find a man who could become my Master and take my virginity.”
Isaac let slip a small chuckle. “You’re a virgin?”
Holly blushed with arousal from the rush of flashbacks sparking in her mind. “My sisters always told me that I should save my virginity for the man I fall in love with. When I said they took turns violating me for hours on end, I meant that they sodomized me. I loved it so much, all the things they forced inside me and how they made my asshole gape. But they never put anything more than fingers in my pussy, they were always sure that my hymen wouldn’t be broken. They truly did love me and cared about me.”
She then climbed up onto the bed and got on all fours, spreading her legs and letting Isaac stare at her glistening pussy and her accepting anus. “Now please, Master, come and rape me.”
“Ok, you really shouldn’t joke like that,” he scolded.
Holly giggled and began shaking her rear from side to side. “I mean it, I want you to violently force yourself in me. Please, Master, rip away my virginity with your cock. I want it to hurt. I want it to be painful and brutal. I want to scream and cry in ecstasy. Rape me like a dirty little slut. Make me your property. I want to be your personal cum dumpster for you to abuse and violate whenever you want. Please, Master, rape me with all your strength.”
‘Yep, bat-shit crazy…’
In his mind, Isaac was considering the ramifications of fulfilling his offer. This girl was clearly mentally unstable and potentially dangerous. He really didn’t want to end up skinned alive and worn as footy pajamas because of Holly’s “devotion” to her Master. On the other hand, he would get his own personal sex slave, not to mention that crazy girls were always the best in bed. Looking down at his erect cock, he knew the answer had been made for him.
Shrugging, he fully undressed and climbed on the bed. Instead of simply mounting her, he decided to tease her. Lowering his head, he grabbed her hips and began flicking his tongue through her sopping wet pussy. She was nearly dripping with liquid arousal, how could he not want to sample her lovely honeypot? She was delicious to say the least, sweet like tea and as soft as ripe fruit.
With each movement of his tongue, he drank her in and savored her moans of pleasure. Holly was used to having her pussy licked, she would spend countless hours with one of her sisters’ long hair laid across her belly with her head bobbing. To feel a man’s tongue against her womanhood was almost a completely different sensation, especially since she knew what was coming.
“Master, please! I can’t wait any longer!”
“Well that’s too bad. You’re my toy and I’m going to play with you however I want. You’re my property, remember?”
Holly smiled and a tear of happiness rolled down her cheek. “Yes, I remember. Use my body however you want, Master. I’m your slave,” she whispered with her heart (and pussy) overflowing. She was finally home.
Continuing to familiarize himself with his new toy, he moved up and began sodomizing her with his tongue. The homeless shelter she stayed at must have had some good showers, because Holly might as well have had her anus bleached. As he plunged his tongue into her over and over, he reached up and began thumbing her pussy.
Holly had her face buried in Isaac’s pillow, moaning in happiness and basking in her Master’s scent while she felt his thumb stir her womanhood. She had learned how to stifle her voice in the orphanage. She and her sisters all knew Hell would be raised if their foster parents had discovered their nightly all-girl gangbangs. However, she was unwinding in this new environment, and she was becoming carelessly loud.
“Oh Master! It’s too much!”
Her orgasm was as dramatic as her voice, as Isaac nearly had his thumb forced out by the spray of liquid arousal that pumped from her slit.
Isaac sat up and laughed. “Look at this, my new pet just made a mess on my bed. Seems this dog kennel mutt isn’t housebroken.”
He was getting back into the mental rhythm he had experimented with when she sucked him off, his original unease at this kind of sex disappearing.
“I’m sorry I’m such a dirty bitch, Master,” she whined happily.
“Sorry isn’t going to cover it, you need to be punished.”
He got off the bed and reaching into his nearby bureau. He drew one of his unused ties and then grabbed Holly’s soaked panties. Climbing back onto the bed, he did not hesitate to cram the lingerie into her mouth, and then holding her arms behind her back, he bound her wrists with the tie. With the gag and restraints, Holly nearly came right then and there. Tying her up was one of her sisters’ favorite games to play at night and it made every sensation ten times kinkier and thereby a hundred times more enjoyable.
I really hope I’m doing this right. It’s not too tight for her, is it?
With the strength earned from millions of hammer swings, Isaac effortlessly picked her up and held her against him, her back pressed against his bare chest. He could feel her heart beating wildly and her lungs expand and contract with each fluttering breath she took. Careful not to let her fall, he reached up with one arm and grabbed her left breast, squeezing hard. With his other arm, he reached down and rammed his ring and middle finger into her virgin slit, while clamping down on her erect clitoris with his thumb and index finger.
The combination of the brutal squeeze of her breast and hard pinch of her clitoris left Holly screaming at the top of her lungs through her gag. To a masochist like her, the pain she was experiencing was unlike any sensation she had ever encountered, the greatest euphoria in her life. There was also the proximity of Isaac’s cock to her pussy. It was so close that he could have entered her easily.