Devastated

His hoarse voice trickled into my ear like poisoned honey, while his fingers continued to tear me apart from the inside, each brutal thrust smacking my swollen lips. The man, now completely stiff, withdrew his cock from my throat with a sharp movement, letting a trickle of saliva and semen escape onto my chin before roughly turning me over.

My stomach hit the edge of the chair, my breasts crushed against the cold surface.

He thrust into my vagina in one merciless stroke. I liked it; he was taking me without my consent. Meanwhile, the dominatrix, having taken a vibrating anal plug, shoved it in at the same time as him, into my anus. The effect took my breath away. She was pounding me with it as if she were stabbing me while her man was fucking me senseless.

I screamed, my body arching between their synchronized thrusts, each penetration propelling me deeper into a vortex of pain and pleasure. The vibrating plug made my insides tremble as the man's cock plowed into my vagina with mechanical regularity, the skin of my belly slapping against his.

I felt their movements quicken, their bodies becoming machines of destruction. The man crushed my hips beneath his weight, each thrust driving his member deeper, until I felt his pubic bone slam against my swollen buttocks. The dominatrix, panting, twisted the anal plug with a sadistic motion, making it vibrate harder against my prostate as her free hand dug her nails into my red hair.

They seemed unwilling to stop; I was their toy. Without pity, I was merely an object to satisfy their most perverse urges. Few clients could push me so far beyond my limits. The dominatrix brutally **** the plug deeper, her fingers gripping my hips as the man quickened his thrusts, his cock plowing into me with methodical ****.

I felt their bodies synchronize in a frenzied rhythm, their ragged breaths mingling with my stifled moans. The man pressed the back of my neck against the leather armchair, his sweat dripping down my back as he rammed me to the hilt with jerky thrusts.

I felt their bodies tense simultaneously, an electric tension in the humid air of the room. The dominatrix pressed her chest against my back, her heavy breasts crushed against my spine as her lips dug into my shoulder. The man groaned like an animal, his fingers bruising my hips as he thrust himself one last time, balls deep, into my burning vagina. His sperm flooded my sex; he still hadn't run out of semen, and I felt it trickle down my thigh.

Seeing this, she mercilessly pulled me away from her smiling companion, leaving the plug in my rectum. As she **** me to my knees, the plug rose even further when my buttocks hit the floor. I winced in pain. She pulled my hair back and straddled my mouth, ordering me:

"Lick my vagina and clitoris and give me pleasure."

Her husky voice sounded like an irrefutable command, her fingers digging into my hair to guide my mouth toward her glistening sex. I extended my tongue, the salty, musky taste of her skin instantly enveloping me. She moaned as my tongue traced a slow path along her swollen lips, each movement calculated to send a shiver through her.

I licked her with **** submission, my tongue tracing every curve of her sex as she arched over me, her trembling thighs trapping my face in a suffocating embrace. Her fingers tightened in my hair, tearing a moan from my ravaged throat as she rubbed her clitoris against my raw lips while whipping my breasts.

"Faster, bitch," she gasped, forcing my features against hers, the acrid scent of her sweat and pleasure drowning my senses.

I gasped under her onslaught, my tongue working frantically on her hardened clitoris while the whip lashed my breasts with precise strokes, each impact leaving burning welts on my sensitive flesh. She pressed her pubis against my face, smothering my moans in her damp pubic hair as her fingers tugged at my red hair.

The anal plug was still vibrating, sending waves of brutal stimulation through my exhausted body. Her thighs tightened around my face, stifling my gasps in the wet heat of her sex. My tongue worked with mechanical submission, each lash across my breasts forcing my lips deeper against her swollen clitoris. She moaned, her fingers twisting my red hair like reins, guiding every movement of my mouth with calculated brutality.