A Question of Her Value Ch. 03 by uk_writer_53,uk_writer_53

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“Umm…Yes, thank you…. Master.”

Sucking in air my eyes stayed focused on the inviting sight of his glistening cock as I crawled back towards him. My hands lovingly fondling his testicles as I teased the head of his rock-hard spear, my tongue once again slavering around it.

I yelped in surprise as Hanif responded by picking me up by my armpits and pushed me back so I ended up perched on the edge of the table.

Leaning back onto my arms I felt the bulbous mushroom shaped head of his shaft begin to press between my cunt lips.

“Now we fuck.” He grinned at me as he speared me with his manhood.

Naked I looked up at him, my eyes wide open as he buried his hard wood to the hilt in me.

Shuddering I began to realise this would be my life now, a sex toy to be used by this man however and whenever he wanted me. I was no longer the independent successful business woman I had been previously. The thought sending a wave of provocation through my already aroused body.

I lay back and let him fuck me, pumping his iron hard cock in and out between my moist lips and into my compliant form. I was his now, to do with as he wanted.

“Oh fuck… fuck…. it’s so…. big…. I…. aaahhhhhhhh!”

I simply let my feminine instincts take over, my primal nature on overdrive as he started to pound his throbbing prick into my gushing cunt until there was only the sweet heat of ecstasy between my thighs.

Lifting me bodily off the desk, my legs wrapped around his waist while my fingers clutched his shoulders.

“Oh my god…. oh yes, yes…. aaahhhhhhhhhhh yes…. fuck meeeeee!”

Using my hands for leverage I lifted my body up off of his dick only to bring my pussy back down, repeatedly stuffing myself full of his hardness, my head hanging back while my blonde hair cascaded down my spine.

Falling back onto the sofa Hanif lay there, his eyes fixed on mine while my cunt gripped him tightly as I pumped my juicy slit up and down on his pulsing erection, feeling it bottoming out every time I ground myself down onto his substantial cock.

“Oh yes, yes…. it’s…. so…. deep…. I’m so…. close….”

I moaned louder, impaling my eager quim on his meat, loving the sensations it was creating in my engorged little clit.

In the back of my mind, I knew I should be trying to resist the feelings that were overwhelming me as I broke my marriage vows, willingly this time. But I couldn’t help myself, knowing I was a slave, that I had been bought to be his sex toy kept me enthusiastically fucking my hot, wet slit onto my owner’s hard shaft.

Mauling my modest breasts and pinching my nipples as I rode him Hanif gasped “Keep fucking me slut. Work that pussy.”

I eagerly obeyed, sighing with delight as I felt his thick member pulse deep in my sex.

“Well now, my little whore. How do you like your new owner?”

My mouth opened and closed but I didn’t speak. Answering him would make it seem like I was accepting my situation.

“Tell me, bitch.” Hanif reached up, his fingers angrily tightening around my throat.

I spluttered, “Y-yes Master. I… I… want to please you.”

Releasing his hold on my neck he gazed down between our bodies, watching as my puffy lips gripped his glistening rod, folding in and out around it as I rode him.

“Cum for me you little bitch.” He looked back up at me and I nodded, obeying my new master like the shameless whore I was rapidly becoming.

My firm little breasts bounced on my chest in perfect rhythm to my body as I repeatedly sheathed his cock in my wet folds, pumping my slit onto his manhood until I felt my orgasm peaking in my core.

“Shit…. shit…. Aaaahhhhhhh….. fuck I’m…… I’m gonna….” my eyes widened and I began to jerk wildly, his hard spear buried to the root in me.

Reaching down with one hand, I stabbed my finger between my thighs and frantically rubbed my clit feeling it pulse and throb at my touch.

It took only a few seconds before my climax slammed into me and I shuddered to a stop, my body tensing before beginning to spasm uncontrollably.

“Cuuuuuuuummmmmmmmmmmmmmm!” I shrieked out loud my eyes closed as wave after wave of sheer pleasure flooded through my convulsing form, my cunt cream coating my new Master’s manhood.

Beneath me Hanif responded, his hands gripping my waist, pulling me down on to his cock as he erupted inside me for the second time that day. His shaft pulsing as it flooded my belly, filling up my pussy until the excess seed oozed back out of my stretched cunt to congeal around the base of his erection.

Exhausted by the intensity of my orgasm, I flopped forward into his arms as he stroked my hair and whispered into my ear, “Very good, slave. You are a fast learner. A true submissive at heart. I look forward to enjoying you many more times in the days to come.”

Eight months later

I was standing in the kitchen waiting for the coffee to percolate as I gazed out of the window and reflected on my time as Hanif Marhalla’s sex slave.

At first, I had maintained a slender shred of hope that my husband would somehow find me and come to my rescue. Although locked away I knew nothing except what I was told by Hanif, who took great delight in plying me with the details of Dan’s fruitless search.

As I had predicted my husband had tried to locate me at the auction with the help of his so-called friend. However, the old woman, Amira, had disappeared just as Hanif had said she would, taking with her all the documents relating to my purchase.

That was where the trail stopped for him. No one he questioned had any idea who had bought me or where I had been taken. It was suggested that I had been purchased by a brothel but that was just said to mislead him.

His next step had been to involve the police and the British embassy but they were also unable to find out anything more. Even with the slave traders supposed help my whereabouts had remained a mystery and after three months the investigation had been called off.

I will always remember the glee on Hanif’s face when he told me the news.

My husband had been informed that I would probably never be found now and could have been sold on to anywhere in the world. With the statement that any further searching would be futile he had gone back to England taking with him my last hope of a return to my previous life.

Since then, I had submitted totally to my situation as the slave traders favourite sex toy.

The ping of the coffee machine jerked me back to my duties and I waited as Lina, the housekeeper, picked up the percolator, carefully pouring the coffee into the two cups and placing them both on the silver tray.

Ensuring that I did not spill anything, I picked up the salver and made my way outside onto the patio.

As always, I was naked. My only adornments the engraved silver manacles on my wrists and ankles that replaced the old iron ones that I had been fitted with on the day that I had been sold. Around my neck was a similar collar, also in silver to compliment the ones on my arms and legs.

Stepping through the doorway into the heat of the desert I paused, momentarily dazzled by the glare of the sun off the water in the pristine white-tiled swimming pool.

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