Slaving Miss Banks, part 2

Pinned to the ground beneath the new man in her life, Sasha stared blankly and grunted, rhythmically and robotically, while Nick Bird thrusted into her with selfish gusto.

"Hrg, hrg, grr... yes! Oh, fuck yeah, Sasha, I love your hot, ratchet body!" Nick could feel his body slowly down, the weariness and exhaustion that came from long hours of relentless fucking, something he had never experienced before. He had completely lost track of how much time had past, how many times he had cum inside Sasha, how many times she had orgasmed... none of that mattered. Powered by lust and **** and on the ultimate power-trip, Nick's entire world was Sasha's tight, wet pussy. "I love this, I love it so much! And you love it, too, don't you babe?"

"Yes, Master." Sasha responded, her voice higher and breathier than normal. Despite the monotonous nature of her trance, sex was still rigorous exercise, and it had taken much out of the trained athlete as the average guy currently dick deep in her. "I love your cock. I love how you make my pussy feel. You are so hot, Nick. I love getting fucked by your cock."

With a cackle that turned into a deep moan, Nick slammed deep into Sasha, enjoying the muscular hole wrapping around his length, before pulling out and shifting positions. They had experimented with multiple positions over their marathon fuck-fest, and Nick figured his favourite so far was doggy-style. Taking Sasha from behind, so he could pull her hair and slap her butt. She looked so good in that position but, then again, Sasha Banks looked good from any angle, any position.

"God, I can't believe I get to fuck you. Still can't!" Nick howled with joy, the overwhelming emotions bursting out. **** tasted sweet. Achieving a dream even better. "Especially after you proved to be such a nasty bitch. No wonder you keep getting fired from the fed. You should thank me for using a precious wish on your rude bitch-ass."

"Yes, Master. Thank you, Master." Sasha cried, feeling the pressure of Nick's powerful thrusts deep into her snatch. Those five words had been a common refrain tonight. "I am an arrogant bitch. I have a nasty attitude. I have burned all my bridges. I have no other place to go but to be your whore. You are too good for me. Thank you for taking the time and effort to fuck me."

"Oh fuck, oh yes, oh SASHA YES!"

Nick came again, pumping his cum into Sasha's pussy for the... nth time this night. Sex was always good, but he couldn't remember any girl he had been with being as good as Sasha. Her sexy, athletic body. Her tight, hungry pussy. And it was all for him, too. All for him...

Exhaustion crashed over him in a sudden wave, the hours of intense, selfish fucking overtaking Nick. He caught his breath and pulled out, bracing himself for the inevitable crash. The last thing he saw before he slumped off to bed was Sasha Banks, still on all four, a sheen of sweat shining on her perfect brown skin, her sopping pussy still slightly spread, the pink and brown of her flesh contrasted with Nick's white cum. Her face remained perfectly serene, Sasha staring into the distance with starry eyes.

God, she was fucking perfect. And Nick had her all to himself.

Nick fell into a sudden sleep, the image burned into his mind's eyes, thinking how he could make this relationship permanent.