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Stories & Art => Celebrity Stories => Celeb Series Stories => Topic started by: Argie Pilot on December 21, 2025, 06:53:09 PM
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I have 2 best friends.
Ronald is a great guy, very good vibes, is funny and good pibe. However, it is a bit introverted, lacks self-confidence. And he is in love with Valentina.
thomas is very calm the truth, likes to study and is very intelligent. He likes all girls but is very afraid of rejection. Both are from families of very high social status.
In fact, Ronald's father was a very important American diplomat in France and was about to throw a spectacular party at the embassy. All the most important members of the American community in Paris were invited: politicians, businesspeople, athletes, artists, etc. And, most surprisingly, he decided to invite the younger members of the community as well: he invited us and all or almost all the students from our school, the Lycée, which most of the children of wealthy Americans living in Paris attended. This included, of course, Valentina.
So, following Ronald's father's instructions, we went to the Lycée and handed out the party invitations. We finished handing out all the invitations except one: Valentina's.
We saw Valentina about 5 meters away from us.
"Go give it to her, Ronald," I said, encouraging him.
"Yes, you can do it, Ronald," Thomas told him.
"Yes, yes, I can," Ronald said. He took two steps.
“No, I can’t, look at her!” She’s so pretty.”
What was so special about her? I wondered as Thomas urged him to deliver the invitation. The girl was pretty, it was true. Blonde, delicate features, soft skin, always dressed in the finest clothes (her father was a French billionaire tycoon and her mother… I think a supermodel, but I didn't know her). But she wasn't exactly breathtaking, in my opinion. Although, admittedly, that might have been because she wasn't really my type: I'd always been more into brunettes, petite, and curvy—in other words, the complete opposite of Valentina.
Valentina looked at us. Ronald and Thomas were arguing over who would deliver it, and they both got flustered when they realized Valentina was looking at them.
"Hi, Valentina," I said as I approached her.
"Hi, Evan," she said with a smile.
"Valentina… Ronald wants to tell you something." Then I took Ronald and stood him in front of Valentina.
— “Hi… I wanted to invite you to the embassy party my father is organizing.” He said as he handed her the invitation. She took it.
“Thank you, Ronald,” she said. Ronald started to get excited and happy.
“Are you going, Evan?” Valentina asked me.
“Huh? Of course I’m going,” I said, laughing. I noticed her smile and she seemed a little happy.
“See you at the party,” I told Valentina as Ronald, Thomas, and I left.
The day of the party, everything was luxuriously prepared. It was a mansion with many rooms, they bought a lot of alcohol, an internationally famous DJ, and all that.
Thomas and I arrived and found the place packed. Everyone was rich, almost all of them American, and the vast majority were white, tall, and had red faces from drinking.
“Hi Ronald,” We greeted.
“Hi guys,” Ronald said with a cheerful expression.
“Look who’s here,” he said, nodding toward the door.
It was Valentina. She was wearing a long skirt and a tight-fitting top that accentuated her small but perfectly shaped breasts, all in a shimmering gold color.
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Valentina started looking around, and our eyes met. She began to approach.
“Did you guys see…” Valentina saw me and was coming over. Ronald said, so happy.
“Hi guys,” Valentina greeted.
“Hi,” Thomas and Ronald said.
I went over and greeted her.
“Hi. You look great, that dress goes perfectly with your smile,” I said with a smile. I wasn’t interested in that girl, but I was still a bit of a charmer.
“Evan… thank you so much. Really,” Valentina said.
“What a great party, Ronald! You and your dad are geniuses,” she said to Ronald.
“Thanks, Valentina, I’m glad you like it,” Ronald said.
“Well… let’s let him talk,” I said, as I took Thomas to explore the rest of the party.
After wandering around the building for a while, greeting and chatting with some people, Ronald approached me.
“Evan, tonight’s my night: tonight I’m going to make love to Valentina,” he said, with his typical excitement.
“I’m going to tell her I like her, that I’ve always been in love with her!” he told Thomas and me.
“That’s great, Ronald, tonight’s your night,” we replied proudly.
At that moment, I glanced over at Valentina. She was keeping her distance, coldly rejecting one after another of the guys who clumsily approached her to try and talk to her. Her gaze was fixed on us.
“Well, go to her,” I encouraged my friend. “Look, she can’t take her eyes off you.” I gave him a pat of encouragement and turned away. I continued exploring the building until I saw something that caught my eye: a luxurious but narrow staircase, in front of which a security guard had been standing since the beginning of the party. Only this time… there was no guard. The staircase was empty.
I don't know why, but I couldn't resist the urge to go upstairs. The staircase led to a narrow but luxurious hallway. All the doors were closed, and there was an almost deathly silence. But, near the end of the hallway, I heard strange sounds, like crying. Driven by curiosity, I approached until I reached the only door that was ajar. I slowly opened the door and peered in carefully, cautiously, without making a sound. I had found the security guard. He was lying on a very large bed that took up half the room. I knew he was the guard because of his jacket and shoes… although his trousers were rolled up near his ankles. But what caught my attention was the woman. Because of the dim light, I couldn't see her face well, but her body seemed like something out of my wettest dreams: a petite body but with scandalous curves, straight and very soft black hair, olive skin, breasts the size of my head, firm and perky, wide and firm hips, short but perfectly formed legs… And the icing on the cake, based on her voice and, above all, her moans, she was clearly Latina.
And the way she moved. I was paralyzed, watching her every move. She was riding the guard like he was a sex toy: her legs slightly parted, her red dress wrapped around her narrow waist, her perfect breasts bouncing wildly with each little jump, her head thrown back as she screamed, staring up at the ceiling, her straight hair swaying from side to side… I felt bad for looking at her, but the sound of her breathing and her moans kept me rooted to the spot. My body reacted, I couldn't stop it. The temptation burned me.
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“Should I stay or go?” I wondered, but just as I was about to turn around, my clumsiness (and my burgeoning erection) betrayed me: I inadvertently took a step too abruptly, and the door swung open.
Hearing the creak, the woman whirled toward the door, her eyes widening at the sight of me standing there. Her face shifted from surprise to terror.
“What the hell…?” she screamed, leaping from her lover’s crotch and struggling to force her enormous breasts into the neckline of her dress. The guard demonstrated the excellent reflexes he’d honed through his profession. In one swift motion, he pulled up his trousers, stood on the bed, and helped the woman lower her dress below her ample hips. Then he grabbed her arm, yanked her, and together they bolted out of the room. They passed right by me, but it all happened so fast I couldn’t react. By the time I turned, they were already gone down the corridor, presumably heading for the stairs.
I was going to follow them, but after one last look around the room, something caught my eye: a silvery glint on the floor next to the rumpled bed. I bent down and reached out, picking up the shiny object: it was a ring. Not just any ring: I'm no jewelry expert, but this ring was easily the most luxurious and probably the most expensive object I'd ever seen. From its design and silvery color, I quickly realized what kind of ring it was: the woman I'd discovered had just lost her engagement ring in the middle of her frantic escape… and she suspected the guard wasn't her fiancé.
I slipped the ring into my pocket and left the room. Since the hallway was still quiet and dark, I assumed there was nothing else to see, so I headed back to the stairs. Fortunately, the guard was gone. I went back downstairs and continued my rounds, exchanging greetings and small talk.
An hour passed. I hadn't seen any of my friends, nor Valentina (was she with Ronald? I hoped so). Nor the guard. But suddenly, as I was leaving a somewhat secluded and sparsely populated room, I saw her: a very petite woman with perfectly styled, straight black hair, an elegant gait, and a luxurious red dress that hugged her stunning curves perfectly.
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I pulled the ring from my pocket and ran after her as she disappeared into a dark corridor leading to an unexplored wing of the building.
My quick steps and ragged breathing caught her attention, so she stopped abruptly and turned around, looking at me.
“What do you want?” she asked me in English with a strong Latin accent… Mexican, I’d say.
“This… this… is… yours,” I mumbled, trying to catch my breath. I showed her the ring, holding it almost up to her nose.
“This isn’t mine,” she asked suspiciously. “Although I wish it were. I’m going to tell my husband I bought myself such a luxurious ring,” she added, examining it.
Then she let out a little gasp of surprise. “Can’t you read?” she exclaimed. “The owner’s name is right here: Lauren! It’s Lauren’s ring!”
I shrugged. Honestly, I hadn't read the inscription on the ring, and anyway, I didn't know who Lauren was. Only one thing was clear: the person in front of me wasn't the same woman I'd seen in action a little while earlier, despite sharing many characteristics: a Latina MILF, with huge breasts, killer hips, a tan complexion, straight, silky hair, a beautiful face… and a red dress that clung to her curves.
"Now… what are you doing with Lauren's engagement ring…?" she murmured thoughtfully. Then a thought crossed her mind, and she stared at me, stunned, her eyes wide and her lips forming a perfect grimace of astonishment. At that moment, my body betrayed me again, and my cock jumped: how I longed to plunge it into that perfect mouth and have her look at me with those round, wide-open black eyes…
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Then everything happened so fast. She glanced down briefly and saw my erection. In that moment, she made a decision. With unexpected strength for her small size, she grabbed my arm and dragged me a couple of meters to a door I hadn't noticed until then. She flung it open and shoved me into the room.
She followed me in and closed the door behind her. Then she looked at me fiercely, grabbed the back of my neck, and forced my head down a few inches until it was level with hers. She gave me a passionate, fiery kiss. I reacted immediately and returned the kiss with even more ferocity, devouring those voluptuous lips. My hands reacted too, grabbing her magnificent buttocks.
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After a minute of making out, she gave me a slight push and knelt down. She began unbuttoning my pants and, with a deft movement, pulled out my cock.
"Oh my God... it's so big," the MILF told me.
She started sucking my cock. She began by licking the shaft and then started taking it into her mouth.
"Oh God," I began to moan, completely lost in pleasure.
"Do you like it?" she asked as she increased the speed and intensity of her blowjob.
After she'd been sucking my cock for a while, I lifted her off the floor.
"Now you're going to be mine," I told her.
I grabbed her and leaned her against a piece of furniture in the room. I lifted her dress.
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"What lovely lingerie you have," I said, smiling.
"Do you like it? It's worth thousands of euros," she said.
I took off her thong and put the head of my cock at the entrance of her vagina. I started moving, and she did too.
I felt her vagina tighten around my cock.
"Oh... yes..." she moaned.
I started increasing the speed of each thrust. A combination of sounds filled the air: our bodies, her moans, mine, and the noise of my cock going in and out of her. Those sounds excited me, and I loved it.
I pulled my cock out of her vagina.
"Oh... no... don't take it out," she said between moans, her voice breaking and sad.
I leaned close to her ear.
"I'm going to fuck your ass," I whispered in her ear, grabbing one of her buttocks and starting to spread her ass cheeks. I felt my cock slowly opening her ass.
"Ayyyy..." she let out a loud cry of pain.
I began to penetrate her slowly, pushing all the way in.
"Ayyyy... slowly... please," she said, almost pleading.
"Tonight you're mine," I said as I started to increase the speed.
Her ass was squeezing my cock, making it hard to pull out, so I started thrusting harder and deeper.
The woman's moans were no longer of pain; now she was moaning with pleasure.
I pulled my cock out of her ass. She murmured a sound of relief and pleasure.
I sat down in a chair in the room and saw her there on the couch, leaning against it with her ass raised and wide open. I couldn't help but feel proud and smiled as she stood there against the couch, catching her breath.
"Take off your dress," I ordered. She slowly began to remove her dress, thong, and bra. When she was about to take off her garter belt and stockings, I stopped her with a gesture.
"Crawl to me," I said, sitting in the chair with my cock in my hand. She got on all fours and, with one hand after the other, arching her back so that her ass was raised, round, and firm in the light, she began to crawl toward me, with feline movements, her hips swaying slightly.
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I was going to order her to suck my cock, but it wasn't necessary. As soon as she was near my dick, she stuck out her tongue and started licking the head, covering it with short, wet kisses. Then she opened her mouth and slowly began sucking the head, then slowly moved down the shaft until her mouth was full.
She started to increase the pace. She looked up, and our eyes met. I loved seeing her expression and the situation we were in. My cock slowly filling her mouth. Saliva escaped from the corners of her lips, trickling down her chin and dripping onto her breasts, but I didn't care. Her hands and knees were on the floor, and her ass was raised.
“Take everything off,” I said, as she took my cock out of her mouth with a wet sucking sound. She removed her stockings and garter belt, the only things she was still wearing.
I couldn't wait to see her completely naked, so I moved closer and kissed her fiercely. We were both completely naked, and my hands unconsciously went to her ass. She returned the kiss eagerly. I felt our tongues clash and play together. I pulled my tongue from her mouth, turned her around, and pressed her against the wall.
“Ahhh…” She moaned as she lifted her ass, pointing it toward me like an invitation. I grabbed her waist, my hands gripping her perfect body tightly. I positioned the head of my cock at the entrance of her pussy. I slowly began to slide my cock inside her again. I felt her insides expand as she gripped and squeezed my cock.
— “There… yes… give me more… HARDER!” she screamed, her hands braced against the wall as I began to thrust into her forcefully, each movement making her breasts bounce, her ass slam against my hips.
“Do you… like… this?” I asked breathlessly, pushing my cock deeper and deeper inside her.
“Y-yes…” she stammered, barely able to form coherent words.
“Let’s go to bed,” she moaned.
I was honestly tired of stopping. I grabbed her and threw her onto the bed. She landed face down, the mattress sinking beneath her weight. I climbed on top of her. I took my cock and positioned the head at the entrance of her vagina. I began to thrust inside her. She let out a loud moan of pleasure and pain, which turned me on and drove me wild. I continued pushing my cock all the way in. This time, the angle was different, deeper, each thrust hitting a spot inside her that made her see the stars.
I began to spread her legs with my knees. She started to lift her ass. I grabbed her wrists and placed them on her buttocks.
“Open your ass,” I ordered.
She obeyed instantly, reaching behind her to spread her cheeks, exposing her swollen, glistening vagina and her tight, pink ass. It turned me on so much to see her so open, so submissive, and I began to increase the pace and intensity, my hips slamming against her ass with a wet, obscene sound.
“You’re going to cum on my cock, right?” I asked her.
“Yes… yes… oh God…!” she said, her face buried in the bed, biting the sheets to stifle her cries as orgasm approached. She began to come loudly.
She was already exhausted and breathing heavily. I wasn't finished yet.
"Don't finish yet," I told her, my hands on her hips, ready to start fucking her again.
"No, please... my vagina is sore," she begged.
I wanted to continue, but her words gave me an idea. I pulled my cock out of her throbbing vagina and guided it to her other hole.
"Ahhh," she cried out. She started with moans of pain, which gradually transformed into moans of pleasure.
I started pushing my cock in, from the head to the base, as deep as I could into her ass, while my hands supported her and spread her cheeks so it went in easier.
She came again on my cock. This orgasm was more intense, dirtier. And I still hadn't finished. I grabbed her hair and pulled her off the bed. I made her kneel and stood in front of her. My cock, glistening with our juices, was inches from her face.
"Clean me up," I asked.
She didn't hesitate. She opened her mouth and took my cock inside. Her lips formed a circle around my cock. I grabbed her hair and started pushing my cock all the way down her throat.
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I grabbed her head and pushed my cock as far as it would go into her mouth. I started to come. I pulled my cock out of her mouth, and a wet sucking sound escaped from my cock and her lips. She opened her mouth, and I saw all my semen. "That's a lot," I thought. "I don't think she'll swallow it all at once."
I leaned closer to her face and looked into her eyes. She looked back at me, and a proud smile spread across her face.
"Swallow it all," I told her.
She did. She had to swallow twice; it was too liquid. She opened her mouth to show me she'd swallowed it all.
The woman smiled slowly and lasciviously, licked her lips, and then asked:
“Did I do better than Lauren?”
“I didn’t fuck this Lauren girl,” I replied, surprised. “I don’t even know who she is.”
“And the ring?” she asked, astonished.
“I found it lying in a room she’d just left.” She started laughing, a delicious laugh.
“Lauren must be looking for it like crazy, hahahaha. And you know what the worst part is?” she added in a crueler voice.
I shook my head, bewildered.
“That she lost the ring… and the chance to fuck the best cock at the party,” she said with a wicked smile, while squeezing my half-flaccid cock.
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Chapter 2: Lauren Sanchez
I had just woken up when I heard the doorbell. “Who could that be?” I thought. My parents had just left, and I didn’t think they’d be back yet. I wasn’t expecting anyone so early in the morning either. I was still recovering from last night’s party… including a grueling workout with a Latina MILF whose name I never learned.
The doorbell rang again. I was the only one home, so I decided to answer it. I threw on the first t-shirt I found, some tight shorts, and went downstairs to my front door. The third ring came just before I reached for the doorknob.
The moment I opened the door, I saw a stunning woman. Quite petite, but very elegant, well-dressed, and with the poise of a woman accustomed to the spotlight. And she certainly deserved attention: her figure was striking, delicate, and poised… crowned by breasts the size of my head.
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At first, of course, I thought it was the woman I'd fucked last night. She was a MILF, elegant, incredibly attractive, Latina, busty… I thought, “What's she doing here? Does she want more?” and my penis twitched in my tight shorts.
But it wasn't her. The daylight illuminated her face, and it was clear she wasn't the same woman I'd fucked a few hours earlier. Then I remembered seeing another sexy MILF in action last night…
“What are you looking for, Mademoiselle?” I asked her in a serious, commanding voice.
“Hello, are you Evan?” she asked, a little excited and intimate.
“Yes, I am. And you’re Lauren, aren’t you?” I asked.
I already knew who she was; it was hard not to recognize that great body of hers.
“Yes, and I think you know why I’m here. You have something that belongs to me.” Her voice trembled slightly.
“Yes, that’s right. I looked for you last night to give you your ring, but I couldn’t find you. Come in; I keep it upstairs.”
She hesitated, but didn't go in.
"You're just going to give it to me like that?" she asked, astonished.
"Yes, of course," I replied. "It's yours, it's no use to me."
She sighed with relief. "It's a good thing you're an honorable man. I was afraid you wanted to sell the ring, or worse, blackmail me."
"Why? I don't need the money," I replied. "Besides, the story is more than enough for me."
"What do you mean?" she asked, tensing her voice.
“Imagine when I tell my friends how I found a ring worth thousands of dollars lying in a room… and how it ended up there. A better story than Bilbo and Gollum…” Lauren paled. “You wouldn’t dare.”
“Why?” I asked, feigning innocence. “It would be a funny anecdote, I’d be the center of attention…”
“If you say a single word, you’ll ruin my life,” she interrupted.
“I’m sorry, I have no choice. I can’t pass up the opportunity to tell the story that would make me the most popular guy in school. Imagine, all the girls around listening to my narration, spellbound…”
“If you don’t say anything, I promise I’ll give you the best reward of your life,” she interrupted, her voice tense.
“What better reward for a French teenager than the attention of his peers and the admiration of the girls…?”
“There’s something that impetuous and arrogant young men like you want more,” she said, almost threateningly.
“Like what?” I asked, thinking she was going to offer me millions of dollars, or a plot of land in the Loire Valley, something like that.
Fortunately, her offer was even better. Lauren smiled for the first time that morning, and with a swift movement, she placed her hand on my crotch. For a moment, I feared she was going to hit me with something cheap, but quite the opposite: she gave a firm grip to my shorts and my budding erection, and quickly began to move her nimble fingers along my shaft.
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"Well, it's not money or anything valuable, but at least I'm going to have a good time for a while," I thought, as she took a step forward and closed the door behind her.
After spending a few seconds admiring her figure, I grabbed her by the waist and pulled her close. I began kissing her passionately. I slipped my tongue into her mouth and began playing with it. My hands unconsciously went to her ass. I started squeezing and caressing her firm, round bottom.
"Promise me you won't say anything?" she asked, excited and a little breathless.
"I will, on the condition that you're my personal whore," I said with a smug smile.
"Okay," she said.
I moved closer to her and kissed her again. Lauren broke the kiss and tried to kneel at my feet, still by the door. I stopped her with a wave of my hand.
"What are you doing?" I asked, as she looked at me confused. "Whores don't fuck in their clients' doorways."
Then I lifted her up and pushed her toward the stairs. When she turned to look at me, her face a picture of confusion, I yelled at her in an arrogant voice.
"Get up here. We're going to fuck in a bed, properly." I made her climb the stairs on all fours, walking slowly so she'd be beside me like my dog. Every now and then I slapped her ass, making her moan.
When I got to my parents' room, I opened the door and helped her onto the bed.
I positioned her at the edge of the bed. I started unbuttoning my pants and pulled out my cock. I noticed how surprised she was and how she swallowed hard when she saw my erect penis.
"Open your mouth," I ordered her as I put my cock inches from her face.
"Yes, boy," she said.
I didn't like her calling me that.
"Call me Monsieur," I said.
"Sorry, Monsieur," she replied.
I put my cock in her mouth. I felt the texture and wetness of her mouth.
"Start sucking," I told her.
She started moving her head and running her tongue around my cock.
I grabbed her head and started pushing down on my stomach.
"All the way down, little slut," I said as I pushed her head down, making her swallow my entire cock. Her mouth started drooling. I loved watching her ass bounce with a frenetic rhythm as she swallowed my entire cock.
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She spent about 30 minutes sucking me off and gagging me with my cock. I was going crazy watching her ass bounce, and I was dying to fuck her hard. I pulled my cock out of her mouth; it was all wet with her saliva.
"Look what you did to me, you little slut," I said, laughing.
I grabbed her by the waist, she let out a small, unconscious moan, and I turned her around. Her ass was facing me.
"I'm going to fuck you hard," I said, slapping her ass.
I grabbed her hair and put my cock in her vagina.
"Please... slowly..." she said in a timid, slightly breathless voice. I started to slowly slide my cock in. She let out a loud moan of pleasure and pain that turned me on like crazy.
"Do you like it, you little slut?" I asked as I gradually increased the speed.
— “Yesss... give it to me harder... love.” She said between moans and with a breathless voice.
I took off her bra, and her breasts were free and began to bounce with the rhythm of my thrusts. As I was fucking her and increasing the intensity of my thrusts, she began to moan louder.
"Give me more... harder... harder!" she screamed and moaned, each time louder.
I put my hand over her mouth.
"Don't scream so loud, you little slut," I said arrogantly, laughing.
I put my hand on her back, which made her lift her ass higher and put her face down on the sheets. I pulled my cock out to the head and then thrust it all the way back in again and again. She kept moaning and coming over and over. Her body didn't lie: she was loving it.
I pulled my cock out of her sore vagina. She let out an accidental moan of pleasure and relief. I lay down on the bed.
“I want you to ride me,” I said.
She climbed on top of me. I positioned my cock back inside her vagina.
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“Ride me, bitch,” I said with an arrogant look.
“I can’t, I’m exhausted,” she said, a little tired and out of breath.
I thought about letting the poor woman rest, but I wasn’t satisfied yet.
“No problem,” I said.
Then I decided to lift her up and use her like a sex toy. She wasn’t very heavy, actually; she was quite easy to lift.
I kept her like that for about 20 minutes.
“There, start riding me, I’ve let you rest,” I said while laughing and spanking her.
She started riding me.
"Let my vagina rest... it's so sore... you're so big," she said between moans and breathless.
"I'll keep going until I'm satisfied," I replied.
"Please... master..." she said, almost begging.
"Okay," I said.
I positioned her and put her on all fours.
"What are you doing?" she asked.
"Since your vagina is so sore and I'm still not satisfied, I'm going to fuck you in the ass," I said.
"No... please... have mercy on me, master," she said.
I spread her ass cheeks. I put my tongue inside and she started eating my ass.
"Ahh... that feels so good," she said.
"What a delicious ass you have, little slut," I said as I continued lubricating her ass, before breaking it open and making it mine.
She just moaned and enjoyed it. — “This is all the mercy I’m going to have for you.” I said while laughing.
After eating her ass, I positioned her at the edge of the bed and made her get on all fours.
"Are you ready, little slut?" I asked as I put my cock inside her.
"Slowly, please," she told myself.
I simply ignored her and thrust my entire cock into her ass in one powerful stroke. I pounded her hard like that for an hour. She kept moaning and coming over and over again.
"Who's your master, little slut?" I asked arrogantly.
"I... am... your bitch," she replied in a whisper.
I grabbed one of her legs and lifted her up.
"Watch me tear your ass apart," I said as I increased the speed.
— “Ah… shit… that feels so good.” She said, her face buried in the sheets, watching as I pounded her ass.
After an hour of spanking her ass, she begged for mercy.
“Use my mouth, Master, please.” She pleaded, exhausted.
“Kneel down.” I said as I pulled my cock out of her ass. She made a wet, sucking sound: apparently, her ass didn’t want to let me go.
“Suck it or I’ll fuck your ass again.” I said, looking down at her.
She started sucking me off for a good while. I started to come in her mouth. I grabbed her head and pushed my cock into her mouth.
When I pulled out, a lot of my semen spilled out of my mouth and landed on her breasts, staining her face and body.
"Swallow everything in your mouth," I ordered.
She just smiled at me. I promised her silence again and yanked her off my parents' bed, leading her to my own room. There, I opened a drawer in a wardrobe and took out the ring I had kept.
"Here, you earned it," I said, with a condescending look. After all, I'm a man of my word.
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