[Diverse Artists]🧣AI Arts Diversity
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franzjosef1
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The Story
The basement smelled of warm wax, damp stone, and the sweet scent of the autumn flowers wilting in their metal jugs. Candles flickered on the walls and on the little table, their light throwing trembling shadows across the brick walls. Little Pussy sat exactly as he had left her: naked, the chain still fastened to her collar, legs spread wide on the old cushion, one calf pulled up high, the other angled outward. Her skin glistened slightly—whether from the moisture in the room or from the restlessness that had been throbbing in her for hours, she no longer knew.
She had waited for him all day. Every time a door upstairs opened, she flinched. Every time it stayed quiet, she spread her thighs a little further and let her fingers slide along the insides of her legs, just to remind herself she wasn’t allowed to touch. The chain was long enough to move, but not long enough to reach the door. That was the point.
When the heavy cellar door finally opened and his steps came down the stairs, she held her breath. He stood for a moment in the shadows and simply looked at her. The chain lay between her breasts, the nipples hard from the cool air and the anticipation. Between her spread legs it was already glistening wet.
“Have you been waiting for your Master, Little Pussy?”
She nodded, her voice barely more than a whisper. “Yes, Master.”
He stepped closer, unhooked the chain from the ring on the wall, and wrapped it around his hand until she was forced onto her knees. Without another word he opened his pants. His cock was already half-hard, heavy and warm as he pressed it against her lips. She opened her mouth immediately, took him deep, sucked greedily while he held her head with the chain and slowly pushed deeper into her throat. Saliva ran down her chin, dripped onto her tits. He fucked her mouth until she gagged and her eyes watered, then pulled back and left her gasping on the cushion.
“On your back. Legs up.”
She obeyed. He knelt between her thighs, spat once directly onto her wet slit, and shoved two fingers in, stretching her briefly and hard. Then he lined up and thrust all the way in to the hilt in one go. The first stroke tore a loud gasp from her. He fucked her deep and steady, the chain still in his fist so she felt the pull on her neck whenever he withdrew and thrust back in. Her tits bounced with every stroke, the candles flickered. She had already been wet before—now it was running down his balls.
When he felt she was close, he pulled out, turned her onto her stomach, and yanked her hips up. Two fingers in her cunt, his thumb circling her tight ass. He spat again, rubbed it in, then slowly pressed his cock against the ring of muscle. She bit her lip as he sank in, centimeter by centimeter, into her ass. It burned, but the pain quickly mixed with the feeling of being completely filled. He started fucking, first slowly, then harder, hand on her neck, chain taut. Every thrust made her cunt drip and her ass squelch.
He switched holes as he pleased. Out of the ass, into the cunt, back into her mouth, until her face and thighs glistened. In the end he fucked her hard from behind in the ass while two fingers stayed buried in her cunt working her G-spot. When she came, her whole body jerked, her cunt clenching around his fingers, her ass around his cock. He thrust a few more times deep and pumped the first load straight into her ass. The rest he pulled out and sprayed across her back and ass cheeks.
Afterward he stayed inside her for a moment, the chain loose in his hand, while her breathing slowly calmed. The candles kept burning, the flowers kept smelling sweet, and Little Pussy lay with her legs spread on the cushion, wet, fucked, and exactly where she belonged—until he came again tomorrow evening.
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