Rise and Shine

Clasping his hands behind his head, Rickard closed his eyes, loving the sensations that were coursing through his loins. He listened to the loud slurping sounds resonating off the stone walls of his bedroom as his slave used her expert mouth to service his massive prick.  Her tongue swirled and stroked over his cockhead lapping at his thick precum as it dribbled out of his shaft at a near constant rate.  Her lips traveling up and down the entire length of his pipe catching his discharge or sucking it up as it pooled on his balls.  Every so often she groaned at the taste but, like the good whore she was, kept dutifully at the task. She had been at it for awhile now and it was time to finish up. Rickard reached one hand down and found her hair as her lips slurped loudly at the base of his balls. He heard, and felt, her release an exasperated sigh as he griped her locks in his hand and tugged her upwards, positioning her mouth at his cockhead.  He cracked open his eyes a bit and caught her angry glare as he forcefully shoved her head to and fro, smearing her face over the tip of his dick and streaking her cheeks with wetness.  Chuckling to himself, he pushed her head down and her shiny lips parted around his shaft.   Moaning in pleasure his other hand came down, almost involuntarily, to  grip her ponytail  as he began feeding her his length.

Syx swallowed hard as Rickards meaty cock pushed insistently at the back of her throat. She tasted his slimy precum as it oozed out and she swallowed again, continuing over and over until he  sank down fully, her mouth nestled tightly at his balls, her lips stretched obscenely around his ugly prick.  She looked upward, past his distended pot belly as his cock twitched in her throat,  to the wrinkled old face of her master as he pursed his lips and leered down at her stupidly.

She could tell what he was going to do next. Sometimes he liked his “Morning, wake up, blowjob” slow, with her working his shaft for what seemed like an eternity, coaxing the hefty load from his balls. But today, he wanted it deep , fast and nasty.  She knew, in a few moments, he would clutch her hair tightly and begin thumping her face up and down on his cock, fucking her face as hard as he could.

As if reading her mind, Syx felt the long bony fingers of Rickard’s other hand tangle in her hair to get a good, solid grip. She let out a gurgle of protest, sputtering at his balls, spittle bubbling around his prick as he started. With a quick yank, her mouth was pulled up to the tip of his cock, and without hesitation, he slammed her back down again.  Her lips had barely touched his nutsack when he was once more tugging her upwards.  Syx eyes shut tightly as he crammed her throat with his dick, spit and precum flying from her mouth as he began giving her a frenzied face fucking. Groaning in pleasure he pull her off his cock for a brief moment and she sputtered and coughed as tears streamed down her cheeks from the ordeal. Swinging his hips from side to side he slapped her face with his dick a few times before shoving her back down again.

“That’s it you cum sponge! Drain ‘em, Syx …” he yelled out, suddenly lifting his skinny legs and wrapping them about her head and shoulders crossing and locking his ankles behind her back.

Syx squealed pitifully as he shoved his bulbous meat as far down her throat as he could,  pumping her mouth. Using his hips and hands to make short, deep thrusts as his whore gurgled, sputtered and began slapping at his legs uselessly as he held her still. Rickards back arched, his rump coming clear off the bed as he pushed his cock as deep as it could possible go, his cum barreling up his shaft, exploding in a torrent deep down her throat.

Syx muscles worked instinctively  swallowing over and over as Rickard screamed vulgarities at her. She could feel his scalding hot seed flooding down and filling her belly as he held her there unloading himself into his cum slut.

Finally, the flow started to subside. But she knew she wasn’t done yet.  She glared upwards as Rickard untangled his legs from behind her shoulders and pulled her up to the head of his, still twitching, cock. She tried to resist but his control over her forced her to comply. Thick spunk flooded her mouth, coating her tongue. Syx shut her eyes trying, unsuccessfully, to block out the awful taste.

Her cheeks bulged as she caught the last of it. Gurgling a useless objection as he fired a few more thick ropey strands and then, callously slipped himself from her mouth, his softening cock flopping free onto the bed.

Syx frowned as Rickard stretched, giving a loud yawn and scratching his belly idily. Paying her no attention as she sat there awaiting his instructions. He lazily rubbed his sleep crusted eyes and then turned to glance at her.

“Alright, let’s see, slut. Open up” he said, almost dismissively.

Syx tilted her head back as not to spill any of the disgusting cum and pried open her mouth a fraction of an inch, all she could without spilling the massive load of spunk.

Rickard nodded his approval.

“Okay. Swallow it.” he said

“Slowly.”

Syx cursed inwardly , it was better to take one massive gulp than to slowly drink it down, but she had no choice and she did as her master instructed,  working her tongue about to separate and take small sips of his awful  sperm. After a minute or so she was finally done and she opened her mouth for Rickards inspection.

He chuckled as he placed the tip of his dick at her lips once more and squeezed out a final thick glob onto her tongue.

“Almost missed some.” He laughed.

Syx moaned as more of his seed dribbled over her tongue, not so much at the indignity, but because she knew that as soon as she had finished making Rickard his breakfast she would once more be on her knees under the table, his cock in her mouth, slurping on his shaft for her “breakfast.”

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“Ugh! Demons blood, bitch! You must be the worst cook in the city!” Rickard exclaimed as he spat out a piece of half burnt, over salted sausage back onto his plate.
He heard a mumbled comment from under the table and glanced down at Syx.  She was kneeling at his feet, the tip of his dick filling her mouth, lips vacuum tight around his cock head. She grimaced as she shut her eyes tightly and her throat convulsed, swallowing down another mouthful of his spunk.  Syx had been working his dick for the last half hour as he had picked and nibbled at his food and he had just delivered a heaping helping of nut-butter into her waiting mouth.

“How many times have I told you not to talk with your mouth full? Ahh, well. I guess demons don’t need manners  much, do they? ” He asked as he ran his fingers up the length of his thick softening shaft to squeeze the last of his spunk out. ” You just  gotta know how to take cock. Right, Syx?”

Syx swallowed heavily, the final  cummy mouthful sliding down her throat to add to  the generous supply already in her belly.  She shot him a nasty look from under the corner of the table.

“I said, you could always make your breakfast yourself, Master.” She responded, with more than a little attitude in her tone.

“By all the Hells! I make YOUR breakfast every morning don’t I?” he shouted gripping his long flaccid cock and waggling it about in front of her face, smacking her lips and  causing the last of his seed to clinging and stretch between his dick and her mouth . “A little gratitude would be nice from time to time!”

Syx watched the big flopping organ with a frown.  The binding spell Rickard had on her still allowed her to speak her mind freely, but she had long ago realized it was better to just go along with the old fool when he got in his moods, otherwise, he’d come up with some other lewd and humiliating chore for her.

Syx sighed and crawled out from under the table.

“Yes, Master Rickard” she responded dourly.

Rickard grumped an annoyed reply and crossed his arms in front of him like a spoiled child turning his body  away from her.

Rolling her eyes, at the display  Syx slowly gathered up the plates and half eaten food from the wooden breakfast table.  After scraping off the remains of Rickards breakfast into a metal pail placed in the corner of the room, she walked over to the stone sink and plugged the drain with the stopper. On the side of the sink sat two buckets of water with steam gently wafting from the surface of one.  She reached over and tipped the hot water into the basin, making sure not to dump out the small magical stone  which kept the water at near boiling.

Syx had just picked up a small cloth and scrubbed it over a solid lump of soap when a she felt a hard slap on her backside.

“OW! Damn it!” she exclaimed in surprise, dropping the soapy cloth into the dishwater.

Rickard had stealthily snuck up behind her and was slowly rubbing  his bony hands over her backside, where he had moments ago delivered the slap. Her buns stung slightly, but the discomfort was quickly fading as his hands kneaded her plump rear.

“Shouldn’t you be wearing something more appropriate when cleaning , Syx?” He asked in a low crackling voice that was supposed to sound seductive but just came across as creepy.  Rickard delivered another smack, this time to to her other ass cheek, causing her butt to jiggle from the impact.

Syx scrunched her face up in annoyance but concentrated on her manacles for a moment.  She felt the magic wash over her as the  enchanted items responded and began to weave their spell.  Her stomach grew taunt as a black corset drew stiflingly tight about her waist, her already huge breasts lifting and bulging upward to form a shelf with deep plunging cleavage. She arched forward even more as her feet became encased in stylish black, and extremely tall,  high heels.  Thread wrapped around her legs, separating into fishnet stockings with inch large holes.  A white garter belt held them up while a short black and white skirt had appeared, barely covering her full ass.  Syx shoulders  and the tops of her breasts were also encased by a frilly white top and a her hair was pulled back loosely, a few spirals cascading sexily down the side of her face.

She glanced down at the stylized chambermaid uniform that was quite popular amongst the rich upper class  and shook her head with an exasperated sigh before reaching under the water to wash the pots, plates and utensils.

Behind her Rickard let out a little grunt off approval and she felt his hands once more continue fondling   her ass, creeping underneath her silky black skirt and toying at the silken thong. Syx rolled her eyes as she scrubbed the pan, chipping off the crusted egg and trying to ignore Rickards probing fingers as they explored her bottom . His index finger found their way over her puffy nether lips and her body to tensed a little as he touched her clit, the little nub poking out of its sheath as the old man’s digits teased at it.

“Nasty bitch,” he hissed, “Look at this, already leaking all over the place.”  he continued pulling his hand away and bringing it in front of her face.  Syx glanced over, to see her bodies betrayal glistening on her old masters fingertips. His dirty cracked nails shiny with her juice.   He moved them closer, popping them one by one into her mouth and swirling them over her tongue.

Syx groaned, but, obediently lapped at his fingers, sucking the taste of herself from him.  She tasted good, just as she always had, but the fact that she was doing it under his command muted any enjoyment she may have gotten from the task.

Rickard chuckled as he pulled his thumb from her mouth with a pop and moved his hand back to kneed her ass, spreading her cheeks apart and eyeing her asshole as it winked at him invitingly.  He rubbed his thumb over it, and smiled as it tensed and relaxed, his other hand reached down and hefted his growing cock from beneath his robes once more, lining it up at the tight pucker.  Syx, knowing what was coming,  groaned dismally.

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Rickard licked his lips as he kicked her legs wider apart, adjusting his feet to get into position . Inching his hips forward her ass resisted as the bulbous tip of his shaft  pushed ever so slowly between her cheeks.  Syx let out a little grunt as her asshole began to widen, his cock crawling ever onward . Rickard slid his hands over Syx’s full ass, up to her hips and got a firm, insistent, grip. He eased her backward and the head of his dick finally popped into his slaves hole.  Syx let out her breath in a gasp and gripped the edge of the sink steadying herself as the muscles in her legs and calves tensed, unconsciously trying to pull her body off the invading phallus.

Rickard held her still, rolling her butt cheeks apart as he watched her sphincter tense and squeeze trying to push his tip out, yet, clamped vice like just behind the head.  He left it there marveling at how it felt. Like a little mouth delivering hard sucks on his dickhead.  Syx was still braced, letting out little puffs of breath as she gripped the sink. Rickard frowned.

“Bitch! What are you doing? Those dishes aren’t gonna clean themselves you know?” he spat.

Syx, mumbled something under her breath but finally responded with a slightly strained  “Of course not, Master Rickard. ” The word Master practically dripping with venom. In moments she was once more scrubbing the pots and plates,  little grunts escaping her lips in time with her sphincter squeezing at Rickard’s cockhead.

Rickard waited patiently, just enjoying the feeling of her bunghole. Finally, she reached out for the bucket of cold water. With a evil smirk he slammed his hips forward as hard as he could, driving the full length of his thick shaft into her ass, his hips slapping loudly against her butt cheeks as he hilted himself in her.  Syx let out a loud, anguished cry as he knocked the breath from her lungs with the force of his shove. Her hand immediately scrabbled to grip the sink to stop her momentum but instead caught on the lip of the bucket, sending the icy cold water splashing over her face, breasts and much of the floor.

With the sudden shock her ass clamped down hard on the cock buried to the balls inside her, the cold water causing her to sputter and cough, her white top pasted to her skin, wet and clear as her nipples hardened like pebbles.

“Clumsy cunt!” Rickard scowled at her.  “Watch what you’re doing!”

“It’s your fault, you old clown!  If it weren’t for you shoving that ugly prick up my…” Syx shouted before biting back the words, knowing she had stepped into the trap of whatever silly game her Master was playing with her this morning. She glanced back over her shoulder at Rickard. His face scrunched up , the lack of teeth allowing his jaw to squish almost comically. His ears were burning bright red and he glared at her with his good eye.

Syx mouth opened, ready to deliver a fake apology, but, before the words could come Rickards hand smacked down forcefully on her ass, causing her to yelp loudly and tense, causing her butt to clench harder. Again his hand came down , and her ass flushed and stung as the fleshy orbs bounced and jiggled. Rickard was pushing her black skirt up to her waist now, raining slaps on her purple hued ass as she cried out.

The old codger worked himself into a frenzy, each slap had her ass gyrating, jumping and bouncing up and down on his prick as she unconsciously fucked herself on his meat in her efforts to escape the stinging blows. He pulled back and slammed his hips forward quickly driving another lungful of air from his whore.  Finally satisfied with her flushed ass, his hand snaked out and gripped a tight hold of her skirt, bunching it up just above her bubble like bottom so he still had a clear view of his cock buried in her. With his other  hand he grabbed her collar, spinning it around so the hoop was facing in his direction he grabbed hold of it pulling back forcefully like a handle and Syx arched backward, her head looking straight up at the ceiling.

“Don’t get snippy with me, slut!’ he grunted as he shoved his meat fully into her again. His hands pulling her back and forth , making her body wobble about while at the same time he pulled out and shoved again.  Syx clutched the edge of the sink, her silk encased breasts hanging over the edge and into the tepid soapy water, bouncing about with each solid shove that Rickard was delivering into her. Water splashed about, soaking her top even more, causing her nipples to strain against the almost clear white fabric of her maid outfit. Gritting her teeth she hissed out a objection to the brutal reaming hole was receiving.

“Damn-it master… S–slow down…”

Rickard was hearing none of it. He slammed into her, bucking and thrusting, pulling back until he was almost completely out of her tight rectum and hilting himself again. He was fucking her so hard that he did not even notice that his cock had popped from her ass and shifted slightly, angling downward on his forward thrust and spearing deep into Syx dripping snatch.

Syx let out a squeal as her tender pussy was suddenly filled by her masters invading member, the thick veined phallus grinding into her. Rickard pounded away, his cock making loud sucking sounds as he drove in and out of his sluts now dripping pussy.  Rickard scrunched up his face as he finally realized something had changed . Looking down he stared stupidly as he thrust into her, finally coming to the conclusion that, even though his cock was in heaven, he was no longer balls deep in Syxs ass.

“You sneaky fucking whore!” Rickard spat, still slamming into her.  Finally with am angry movement, he ripped his dick from her cunt and unceremoniously shoved himself back into her bottom, the sudden action had Syx gasping for air as her breath whooshed from her lungs. There was no pattern to his frantic fucking. Just a furious pounding that had her eyes watering  as she was forced to simply grit her teeth and take the manic assault. Her grunting getting louder and louder in time with the slapping of Rickard hips again her bouncing bottom.  Her ass burned as it gobbled at his dick, stretching and gripping at his length as he sunk into her.

Syx gasped as his large sweaty balls slapped against her clit, sending miniature jolts of pleasure sparking through her and causing her ass clamp and squeeze around her Masters shaft.

Rickard released her collar and skirt, bringing his hands up and hooking his fingers into the sides of her mouth, parting her lips wide and as he drove ever onward.  Syx squeezed her eyes tight as he reamed her, tears leaking down her face as her Master worked himself deep into her body.

“Bitch, take that cock up your fuckin’ whore ass!” he yelled, stepping forward and driving her waist against the counter so he could archive maximum penetration on every stroke.

“I’m gonna cum up that ass. You hear me Syx? Cum up that ass you…umph…  dirty bitch! You…ah– fuck, you … ah ahh… AHHHHHH” Rickard cursed and yelled like a madman as cum boiled up from his balls and burst out to flood her bowels. He plowed into her as if possessed, slamming  deep, pumping  his semen into her as he hooked her mouth like a fish.

With no warning, Rickard suddenly stepped back and pulled Syx downward releasing his hands from her mouth and instead grabbing the hooped collar once more.  She slumped to the ground as his cock popped free from her ass, a torrent of cum jetting out as she sat down hard on her rump.  Rickard was already at her face, pumping and stroking at his cock with one hand as he yanked and pulled her head into place with the other. Syx raised her arms trying to shield herself from the gushing spooge as the ropey spurts splattered on her skin.

“Get your hands to your sides, cunt!” he yelled down at her as he took careful aim and continued plastering her face with jets of thick, hot cum.

Syx groaned and frowned miserably but dutifully lowered her arms as Rickard, hosed her face and breasts with his vile seed. Great gobs spraying onto her flushed body.  Rickard cursed at her again as he wiped his still spurting cock across her face and popped the head into her open mouth for a moment. Syx gurgled and coughed, spunk spitting from her nose as she tried to deal with her Masters furious phallus.

He held her there at his feet “oohh-ing and ahhh-ing” as he drained the last of the sperm from his balls. Finally he stepped back to admire his glazed whore.

“Whew… that was fantastic! Eh, Syx?! ” he exclaimed puffing  and smiling broadly, obviously pleased  with himself.  “We really need to have make up sex like that more often!” Wiping his hand across his forehead from the exertion he simply watched her for a moment as she sat there pitifully.

“My gracious. ” He continued as he reached over to the counter and grabbed a spoon.  “You really are a mess.”

“Now, that we have had such a good time, we better get you all cleaned up.” He grinned stupidly. Bending over he slowly began scraping and scooping his cum from her face before spooning it into her mouth as she sat there, sulking wretchedly.

“Open up , here comes the wagon into the tunnel.” He said offering another heaping spoonful  of his rapidly cooling cum to her.  Syx pouted but parted her lips as Rickard continued to delivery load after load for her to dutifully slurp down.  Her master paused every so often to have her open her mouth wide and stick out her tongue for inspection. Groaning miserably she of course obliged, her eyes contemptuously glaring up at him. Rickard was oblivious, instead he bent low, pushing her onto all fours and started scooping up the spooge dribbling down her legs.

Syx stared at the wall as Rickard collected another spoonful and presented it to her once more popping the cummy load into his sluts waiting mouth. Her teeth clicked on the spoon edge as she sucked it clean with a loud slurp.

She frowned as her Master turned to collect more of his spunk, humming a stupid tune to himself.

Syx sighed loudly.  It was going to be a long day…

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