He transferred his attention to my other breast, repeating his actions and arousing that nub in the same way.
“Aaaaaahhhhhhh.” I couldn’t help but cry out, the warmth at the top of my thighs reigniting due to his touch.
“Tell me what you want Amy. I want you to beg me.”
His touch tightened on my swollen nipple, hard enough for me to feel the pressure of his fingers.
“Is it turning you on, slut?” he continued to torment me with his words as well as his actions.
I swallowed, the moisture starting to ooze down my inner thighs as my vagina grew even wetter.
He pinched harder, smirking as he did so, twisting my solid teat between his thumb and forefinger.
“Aaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!” crying out I jerked in response, the pain increasing in my abused bud.
It was beginning to hurt, a lot, and unable to do anything I squirmed, biting my bottom lip as I tried not to cry out any more than I had to, while my chains restricted any movements I could make.
With a lecherous smirk he released the nipple he was abusing and turned his focus back to my other breast, pulling and wrenching the soft bud around.
“Oh fuck, fuck…. it huuuurts!” unwillingly I yelled out, the pain from one breast as the blood rushed back to the enlarged bud mixing with the agony from the other as he manipulated it, “W… what do you want?”
“I want you to beg me to fuck you.”
The growing ache in my core told me I needed to feel his cock inside me but, shaking my head and flicking my long blonde hair across my shoulders, I still tried to resist him.
His expression remained almost emotionless as he twisted my nipple even harder, making me gasp, while he slid his other hand between my legs. Working his fingers along my dripping slit he stroked me, smearing my juices around my lips, before forcing two of his digits deep into my pussy.
“Oh shit… I…. aaahhhhhh!” my knees almost gave way under me when he forced me open on his hand.
He played me carefully, watching my reaction to what he was doing, bringing me close to the summit of my pleasure before withdrawing his digits from me, my cream starting to make my inner thighs sticky.
I could feel my resolve weakening, my need to climax overcoming any resistance I could muster, as he pressed his fingers to my lips.
“Open.” He commanded, wrenching my nipple painfully with his other hand so my mouth opened involuntarily.
“Aaahhh…. Ummmmmffffffffffffff!” my cry of pain was cut off when he shoved his sticky digits between my lips, forcing me to taste myself.
He looked at me, his hawk like eyes focusing on mine.
“What do you taste like, whore?” he growled at me making me even wetter at the junction between my thighs.
“I… I taste sexy… perhaps a little coppery….. Master.” I whispered softly.
“Good girl!”
I gazed into his eyes blushing, enjoying his praise and, strangely, finding myself wanting to please him.
“So, tell me what you want, girl?” he said, his voice was soft, almost hypnotic.
I struggled to answer him.
Part of me wanted to resist my husband’s traitorous friend while another part of me wanted to be fucked and to be fucked hard. My brain wrestled with his question, his fingers still tormenting my breasts before I arrived at the answer he wanted.
“Please… please fuck me.” I whispered softly, my eyes gazing down at the floor as I submitted to him, “I need to cum.”
“Good girl, that is so much better.” He smirked knowing he had won.
My heart thumped hard against my rib cage while my pulse rate went sky-high as he told me he was pleased with me.
“Right now, I want you to kneel in front of me and you can start by sucking my cock, Amy.” He ordered after a moment.
I hesitated for the briefest of seconds and felt Lina’s hand, heavy on my shoulder, as she forced me down to the floor in the position he wanted me in.
Kneeling at the foot of the sofa my eyes widened as the slave trader unzipped himself and presented his prick to me. It was just as I remembered; around 8″ in length and almost as thick as my wrist.
Glancing up at him I wondered if the nightmare I was in would ever end, even as I found the heat of my arousal spreading outwards from my groin.
Leaning towards him I tried to take the tip of his cock into my mouth, my tongue swirling around the crown coating it with my spit, before I opened my jaws to take the first couple of inches between my lips.
“Urrmmmmmm…. Urrrkkkkkkkkk!”
“Stop!” Hanif grunted his dick already starting to harden, “Unfasten the little slut’s chains. Let her use her hands.”
The housekeeper, cum harem supervisor, Lina immediately complied and undid the chain on my manacles around my slender wrists freeing my hands.
Now I was able to I gripped the shaft of my husband’s deceitful friend with both hands and began flicking his cockhead seductively with my tongue, drawing it along the tip of his massive dick, tasting the pre-cum that had already seeped from the tiny slit at the top. With my lips still wrapped around the first couple of inches I sucked greedily while I stroked the length of his thick manhood with both hands at the same time.
“Murrrmmmmm…. Guurrrkkkkk…. Uuuuurrrkkkkkkkkk!” drooling spit down his member I slowly began to work my mouth further onto the solid length of his meat, trying to get it as deep as I could.
I knew I should be utterly horrified at what I was doing and resisting his demands but I couldn’t. The simple fact was that, whether I liked it or not, I had been bought as a slave, a sex toy, and was now part of the slave traders harem.
My blue eyes watered as I tried to take in as much of him as I conceivably could, forcing my mouth down his shaft until they met my fingers wrapped around the base of his prick. Bobbing my head up and down I started working my soft lips along his hard length, my breasts jiggling as I fought my gag reflex and tried to relax my throat to take more of him in.
“Good girl, that’s just what I expect of my toys.” He leered down at me, his thick fingers stroking my hair as I gazed upwards.
Drooling down the length of his cock I slurped hungrily, taking his saliva-coated erection into my mouth, sucking deep and hard, while my small soft hands slid up and down around the base of his dick, pumping it with all the dedication of a sex slave who knows her place.
“Guuurrrgggggg…. Ummhhhhhhhh… Glluuuccckkkkkkkkkkkkkk!”
I had managed to get more than a third of his thick meat down my throat, my hands pumping him steadily as I literally impaled my mouth on his rigid pole. Slurping as bits of pre-cum seeped down my chin, while my red lips sealed in an O around his girth.
Twisting his podgy fingers in my hair he pressed firmly on the back of my head, forcing my mouth deeper onto him, his cockhead lodging in my throat and cutting off my air supply.
“Ggggguuuuurrrgggggggggggggggggg!” my gurgling reached a new level as I nearly blacked out, choking on his hardness.
My hands released their hold on his thick lance and slapped futilely against his thighs while my eyes opened wider as I struggled desperately to breathe.
“Ahhhhhh fuck, you’re one sexy little cock sucker Amy!” he gasped, finally releasing me, his spit coated organ standing out from his crotch like a torpedo.