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I felt his presence even before I heard his footsteps behind me. That’s how he at all times appeared: Suddenly I heard him, even though my door was double locked, and my apartment was on the fifth floor.

I was prepared for his coming, wearing only a miniskirt and a blouse, less to keep warm than to please him: He loved to rip my clothes off. Not that he didn’t own me anyway, but to flaunt this fact every day anew gives him huge pleasure.

Already I felt his hands wrapped around my breasts from behind. His palms produced small sparks of pleasure even through the fabric where they touched me. He ruthlessly squeezed my tits between his hands, like stress balls, completely ignoring me. Still, I felt myself getting quite warm between my legs.

He must have felt it too. Casually, he bent one knee forward. As soon as I noticed this, I shifted my weight back and pressed my hot crotch against him. I felt the fabric of his jeans. Like an animal in heat, without thinking, I began to rub myself against his leg in hasty back and forth motions. I was sure that at that moment his winning smile appeared on his lips, which meant something like: I knew it, little one, you just cannot withstand!

I didn’t care. Maybe I was addicted to him. But in the battle between pride and desire, freedom and satisfaction, there was only one efficient winner, and he was standing behind me, passionately groping my two pillow-soft tits while I felt his breath on my neck. And so I passionately put all my weight into my rhythmic back and forth, riding his thigh like there was no tomorrow. I lost myself in the Venus fireworks that were constantly exploding in my mind and forgot about the world. I would have given it up, without thinking, if that had been the price for HIM.

Suddenly I was brought back to the world by a pain that made me groan. He had pinched my nipples, hard. Then he pulled his knee back, and the cold emptiness where something had once been made me pause in mid-motion.

I felt his hand move scrutinizingly between my legs. “You’re a willing little slut, Sophia, huh?” he murmured in my ear as he noticed how wet I had become for him. It was the first thing he said, and directly so condescending – I loved him for it.

“Yes, I am,” I gasped. Just his still hand pushed me to the limits.

“Good,” he snarled, “And who gets to pump this hungry cunt full?”

“Only you, Master,” I groaned out.

*Rrrrrrrrrip* he ripped my top in two. I helped as best I could to rid myself of the remains.

“On the bed, on all fours!” he commanded. I did as instructed.

Already I felt his hands wrapping around my middle. They were massive, able to go completely around me so that his thumbs and middle fingers were each touching.

But his hands weren’t the only thing that was massive about him. Although I had certainly had him inside me a hundred times, even on this day, when he put his tip against my tight entrance, I doubted whether he would even fit inside.

He answered my question. With a thrust that felt like he wanted to split me in two, he penetrated, ruthlessly, directly with his full length. I blacked out for a moment, but remained conscious. My mind was blank, replaced by the impossibly intense sensations he was giving me.

Slowly, he withdrew again, until he almost fell out of me. But only almost. Then he thrust into me again, but this time without moving: instead, with his strong arms, he simply pulled my whole body toward him, my knees and hands briefly leaving the mattress. He forced me onto his shaft like a living sex toy.

In a rhythm, he now began to push me away from him, only to force me to take him all the way inside again with a powerful pull.

“Please, slow down!”, I screamed, but it was useless anyway. I didn’t even know if he had ever listened to my words. Instead, he was just pounding me on his cock, in and out and in and out. My knees had already lost contact with the bed, I was just hanging in his hands, which held my belly. I wonder if he felt his own member inside me. It almost had to be, because without even looking down I could tell that my whole belly was bulging because of its thickness.

At some point, after some time of thrusting, he slowed down. I couldn’t tell how much time had passed, couldn’t think clearly anyway. Still I hung in the air, his personal Fleshlight. Slowly he pushed me away from him, in a moment he would leave me, leaving yawning fleshy emptiness – had my organs probably already completely rearranged themselves to make more room for him? I couldn’t imagine that it was efficient to have such a big cock inside me every day without something permanently changing at some point.

Just when I wondered he was gonna put me back on the bed, I suddenly felt myself being pulled back again, and he rammed his entire length into me. “Ah!”, I squealed, because somehow he had managed to come even deeper than before.

Then I had a sensation as if warm water was flowing inside me. Except it wasn’t water, I knew that because I knew the feeling: He was pumping his whole load of cum into me, more than any human could have.

I felt myself swelling up, like a balloon. In pain, I began to pant. He noticed my squirming. Putting his head next to my ear, he spoke, “You are doing well, my pretty little slave, you are soaking up my juices so nicely, just a little more!”

And motivated by his praise, I didn’t withstand, holding very still as he stuffed wave after wave of his thick ejaculate into my belly.

Then, finally, he finished and slowly withdrew, this time completely. Weak and dazed as I was, he laid me back on the bed, pulling out of me completely with a smacking sound.

As soon as my now not-so-tight hole was no longer clogged by his member, his slimy cum burst out of me like a faucet and flowed onto my sheets. Unable to control my open gaping hole, I had to let it happen. I had no control, could not close myself.

Eventually, I pulled myself together. Some time must have passed, because it was already dark outside. Still now and then a little bit of white slime dripped between my thighs on the floor, while I went bow-legged into the bathroom to clean myself up.

NSFW: yes

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