Mary pt 2

The Master’s cool fingers traced my cheek, his touch like velvet electricity, sending shivers racing down my spine, straight to the aching heat between my thighs. His obsidian eyes locked onto mine, bottomless pools that swallowed me whole, and I felt my will dissolve, my body igniting under his gaze. “That’s it, Mary,” he murmured, his voice a low, rumbling growl that vibrated through my core, making my pussy clench with **** need. “Give in to me… let me show you pleasure you’ve only dreamed of.”

I whimpered, my knees buckling as I sank to the floor, my hands clutching at his leather coat, the creak of the material loud in the charged silence. Claire stood behind me, her fingers trailing down my back, unbuttoning my blouse with slow, teasing precision, her breath hot against my ear. “See how he looks at you, Mary? You’re already wet for him, aren’t you? Dripping like a good little slut.” Her words sent a fresh gush of arousal soaking my panties, the damp fabric clinging to my slick folds, a soft squelch audible as I shifted.

Mia, still panting from her Master’s earlier thrusts, crawled closer, her uniform skirt hiked up, her pussy glistening with their mixed release. “Ohhh… join us, Mary,” she moaned, her green eyes glazed with lust, her blonde hair disheveled. “His cock feels so fucking good… thick, stretching you until you scream.” She reached out, her fingers brushing my thigh, sliding up to cup my mound through my skirt, rubbing my clit in slow circles. “Mmm… you’re soaked. Let him fuck you… let him bite you.”

The Master’s hand slid from my cheek to my throat, his thumb pressing just enough to make my pulse race, my breath come in ragged gasps. “Strip for me,” he commanded, his voice a dark velvet that made my nipples harden to painful peaks. I obeyed without thought, my fingers fumbling at my clothes, blouse falling away to reveal my lace bra, skirt pooling at my feet, leaving me in nothing but heels and panties. “Please… Master,” I begged, my voice a trembling whisper, “fuck me… I need you inside me.” Claire laughed softly, unhooking my bra, her hands cupping my breasts from behind, thumbs flicking my nipples. “Listen to yourself, Mary… unnh, you’re begging like a whore already.”

The Master shed his coat with a rustle, his shirt following, revealing a chiseled torso that made my mouth water. He pulled me up, slamming me against the wall, the cold surface a shock against my heated skin. “Spread for me,” he growled, his fingers tearing my panties away with a sharp rip, the wet sound of fabric giving way echoing as he exposed my dripping pussy. “Ohhh fuck… yes, take me!” I moaned, my legs parting wide, my juices trickling down my thighs. He thrust into me in one brutal stroke, his cock thick and unyielding, stretching me to the brink, the wet slap of his hips against mine deafening. “Unnh… so big, Master… fuck me harder!” I screamed, my pussy clenching around him, every thrust sending waves of ecstasy crashing through me, my breasts bouncing, nipples grazing his chest.

Mia and Claire watched, Mia’s fingers sliding between her own thighs, rubbing her clit with **** moans, “Mmm… look at her take it, Claire… she’s gonna cum so hard.” Claire knelt beside us, her tongue lapping at my nipple, sucking hard, “Yes… scream for him, Mary… ohhh, you’re ours now.” The Master’s pace quickened, his growls deep, “You feel that, slut? My cock owning you… beg for my bite!” My climax built like a storm, my pussy spasming, “Please… bite me, Master! Unnh… I’m cumming, fuck!” He leaned in, fangs grazing my neck, the wet heat of his tongue teasing, and bit down, the sting exploding into a cataclysmic bliss. “Ohhh god… drink me!” I shrieked, my pussy squirting in violent waves, soaking his cock, flooding the floor, my body convulsing uncontrollably, breasts heaving, tears streaming as the pleasure shattered me.

He drank deeply, the wet sucking sounds syncing with my sobs, “Mmm… yes, take it all!” my orgasm stretching into an endless loop, my mind fracturing under the ecstasy. When he sealed the wound with a slow lick, I collapsed, trembling, my body a ruin of pleasure, now his thrall, obedient and enthralled forever. Claire kissed my forehead, whispering, “Welcome to the family, Mary,” as Mia crawled closer, her lips finding mine in a soft, wet kiss. The Master stood over us, his presence eternal, our devotion absolute.