stronger each time.

She again knelt in front of me and presented me a clothesline, with both hands, and a look of extreme despair and adoration on her face. I was stunned! I was hoping to make some money by painting the house, and here it is!

- You just want to be tied up and fucked, or do you want me to beat you to the same? - I asked her.

“I want what you would do without thinking about what you want to do with me, all the time you will use me as a whore and slave,” she said in response.

My dick slowly began to release grease from her words, and she leaned over and licked it from the head of my dick. I grabbed her hair and stood up. Pulling her to her. I unwound the rope and tied her hands in front of her, I made her lying on her back and tied her hands with the “leg” of the sofa.

Then I tied her legs to one and the other leg of the sofa, making her legs wide apart.

I took my pants and pulled my belt out of them.

I told her:

- How many times do I have to hit you, slave?

- As much as you want Master - She replied.

- Fifty, a hundred? - I provoked, in an attempt to see the seriousness of her words. Her breathing quickened, she trembled, looking at me with resigned eyes.

With a whistle, I ran through the belt, and she squealed as I gave her a strong blow, right across her belly. My next blow struck with a whistle, and it landed with an even more meaty ottyag. I put a couple more shots on this part of the body, hearing how she began to scream, I saw the intersection of red belt marks on her stomach, so I switched to her hips. They are not less sensitive, and after several blows she screamed again.

I came up and took her chin:

- Do you love this bitch?

“Yes, sir,” she said meekly. I hit her again. Strong.

I lie alone on her chest. She utters a cry, and I quickly did the next. Another cry, this time turning into a sob.

- Is that what you wanted?

Her body was shaking as she sobbed.

“Yes, Sir,” she said.

I hold the strap to her lips, allowing her to kiss him before I continue.

With a quick movement, I again beat her on the stomach, watching her convulse from pain. Another blow and she screamed again. I flogged her a few more times, then decided to weigh a few of her breasts. They are already red from the previous ones and should be quite sensitive because she screams and a stream of tears runs down her cheeks. I put a couple more on her vagina for prevention. She is crying uncontrollably now. She's ready. She is so wet her cunt was dripping from juices. I'm so excited that I was ready to explode.

I could no longer restrain myself and pushed my dick into her vagina until the eggs in one jolt. She caught her breath, as my penis is taller and thicker than average.

- Yes, sir! - She cried.

I fucked her for ten minutes, and she loved every minute of this fuck. I tried

I could hold back for now, but it was useless. I spewed my cum into it, slamming as deep as I could.

When I untied her, she fainted. She lay sprawled on the couch, with her arms and legs spread out as if dead. When she came to, she breathed deeply and intermittently.

After I caught my breath and collected my clothes, she was still in the same position. She told me that she would pay me for each day of my work as much as her husband promised me for all the work done at all. And also that I could use her body whenever I want and where I want.

Before I left, she knelt in front of me, took my cock out of my pants and kissed the head of the cock three times. Then her hands gently rolled off my legs, also kissed my feet and pressed her head to the floor between them.

I stood there, gratified and yet excited still, from the perspective of what I could do tomorrow, with my newly made slave ...

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