Chapter 1 Serendipity

• I feel high on sensual ecstasy as my master rams his huge cock into me from behind.
• Snots, tears, and all sorts of salty liquids trickle down my eyes and nostrils as I cough out a muffled moan. My hands ache to do something to further stimulate the extreme pleasure I was feeling as he pummels into me with intense speed. I want to run my hands over his thighs and also make him feel good but I don't want him to get mad at me. I also want to bury my fingers into my other hole and stimulate myself into a draining but gratifying climax yet I can't because I don't want him to punish me by leaving me hanging on the edge of reaching my orgasm.
• He harshly pulls me by my hair from behind while also yanking me closer to himself with the handcuffs interlocking my wrists together and I almost cry from the overstimulation because I can feel every part of my master's huge cock embedded deeply inside my warmth. It is a very intensifying feeling that I will never want to exchange for anything in the whole world.
• "You're such a fucking whore for cock," My master yells at me and I respond by muttering gibberish. I want to tell him that it feels too fucking good and that my head is high up in the clouds of erotic delectation but the mouth ball restrains me from doing so.
• My master lets go of my hair and I moan in displeasure but the whimper gets stuck in my throat when he drags me by the handcuffs with one hand and uses his other hand to carelessly spank my ass. My pussy keeps oozing endlessly of cum as he increases the intensity of his thrusts and smacks.
• I am damn sure that my wrists and ass would be badly bruised by the time my master is done with me. I really love being a cumslut and sex slave for my billionaire master. He always makes sure to fuck me good and leave me breathless in a mixture of our combined releases.
• Two thrusts after and a spank later, I feel the pit of my belly contract signifying that I was on the verge of tripping over the cliff of my climax. So, I moan loudly and push my ass backward to get him to pound faster into me, and being the smart person my master was, he gets the message and buries himself balls-deep inside me. I clasp my hands together behind my waist and squeeze my eyes close as my cum slowly and carefully drips out of me. The wave of pleasure is so fucking intense that I don't know how or when I start crying in sensual glee.
• I realize that my master was right along and I am nothing but a shameless whore who always aches to have a thick cock; my master's own to be specific plowing her. I bite on the mouth ball as I finish emptying my cum over his fat dick.
• "You are such a fucking dumpster for cum and yet you are always so fucking tight all the time." My master pants as he delivers another smack to the side of my right ass cheek.
• In response, I whimper in excitement as I feel the blood rushing into my clitoris as I become horny again for the third time that night. My master and I have been fucking back to back since when the evening was still quite young and now, the evening had bled into complete darkness.
• "Fuck, I'm almost there." He groans as his grip on the handcuffs gets tougher with muffled grunts and growls emitting from him. I bite down on the mouth ball as I feel his hot seeds trickle deeply into my pussy as he softens his hold on my wrist. My master holds on to my ass lobes to completely empty his release inside me and I moan as he finishes off and delivers a loud smack to my ass.
• We remain interlocked by our nether regions for a blissful while as our pants and grunts fill up the calm ambiance of the dimly lit room. Some minutes after, I feel him pull his flaccid cum-soaked length out of me as a choked moan escapes my lips.
• He uncuffs my hands and removes the mouth ball from my lips and I gasp in relief as I collapse on the bed. I watch my master trek to the bathroom with his ripped back muscles flexing as he moves. He is such a perfect sex god with a powerful libido to match.
• I close my eyes as he comes out of the bathroom with a water-soaked towel to clean me up. My eyes remained fluttered closed as he worked the towel down my thighs, in between my thighs, and lastly, my puckered pussy. Then, I sense him climb next to me on the bed and take me into his arms as he plants a feathery love-filled kiss on my forehead.
• My name is Ophelia Alvarez Torres and I-Oh! Did I mention that this master of mine whose name is Ryan Torres is also my husband of two years? The reason we have sex in such an absurd manner is that I have a degrading kink and I love being fucked roughly into oblivion.
• Making love sweetly and nicely is totally fine and all, but I don't quite fancy it. I prefer being choked, spanked, and beaten like a slave.
• "I hope I wasn't too rough, petal?" My husband and master asks me with his husky voice.
• "No, you weren't. It was perfect as usual." I assure him as I bury my face into his chest to inhale his musky sandalwood scent.
• "I'm glad, kitten." He utters as he locks our lips together in a gentle, passionate kiss before pecking my temple and drawing me closer to himself.
• I watch him drift off to dreamland as the memories from the past five years hit me and I smile as the image of how everything began flashes through my mind's eye.
• Starting from the day I sold my virginity to Ryan on that day, five years ago at the strip club and he bought me as his exclusive sex slave.