Playtoy maid for the Billionaires’ Group pt2

The next morning, after scarfing down breakfast and catching a quick breather, I was still sprawled out naked at the foot of the bed, my cum-crusted thighs sticky from the night's filthy gangbang, pussy throbbing with that delicious ache of being thoroughly wrecked. The door creaked open, and in strode this towering hunk, buck-ass naked, his massive frame making my slutty little heart race and my holes clench in desperate need.

The sight of him lit a fire in my whore core—fuck, was it that throbbing, veiny monster cock swinging heavy between his legs, thick as my wrist and already half-hard, or his chiseled Greek-god body, all rippling abs and bulging biceps that screamed 'I'm gonna ruin you'? My mouth watered like a bitch in heat, nipples hardening into needy peaks as fresh juices leaked from my well-fucked cunt.

“Master…” I whimpered, voice husky with raw lust, crawling up onto my elbows just to get a better look at that dick I craved to worship.

“Get your slutty ass down from the bed. Crawl to Master like the cock-hungry bitch you are and come slobber all over this fat dick,” he barked, his tone dripping with command that made my clit pulse. I nodded eagerly, scrambling off the mattress on all fours, my tits swaying and ass jiggling as I hit the floor, knees scraping the carpet in my haste to obey.

I swallowed hard, my throat tight with filthy anticipation, that deep, slutty itch demanding I taste him, choke on him, drown in his musk. Dropping lower, I wrapped my trembling fingers around his veiny shaft, feeling it twitch and swell in my grip like it owned me already. He leaned back against the doorframe, exhaling a deep, satisfied groan as I pumped him slowly, smearing the bead of pre-cum over the swollen head with my thumb, my pussy dripping onto the floor in slutty excitement.

He didn't wait—his hand tangled in my hair, yanking me forward until his cock shoved past my teeth, stretching my jaw wide

'That's it, slut, choke on Master's dick,' he growled, his Greek-god body towering over me, muscles rippling as he started thrusting. His hips snapped forward, burying himself deep into my throat with each rough pump, the salty tang of his pre-cum coating my tongue. I gagged hard, tears springing to my eyes as my nose pressed into his trimmed pubes, saliva bubbling out around his girth and dripping down my chin onto my heaving tits. He fucked my face relentlessly, balls slapping my chin with wet smacks, his free hand reaching down to slap my cheek lightly at first, then harder, the sting making me whimper around his shaft.

'Look at you, drooling like a desperate whore,' he taunted, pulling out just enough to let me gasp for air before ramming back in. I clutched his thighs, nails digging into the hard muscle, begging with muffled pleas—'Please, Master... more... use my mouth...'—but he only laughed, pinching my nipples viciously between his fingers, twisting until

I cried out, fresh tears streaming down my face. The pain shot straight to my core, my pussy clenching emptily, juices already trickling down my thighs. He kept at it, alternating deep throating me with slaps to my tits, watching them jiggle and redden under the assault, my sobs turning to needy moans as I hollowed my cheeks, sucking greedily on the retreating length.

Finally, he yanked me off with a pop, strings of spit connecting my swollen lips to his glistening cock. 'Enough. Up on the bed, hands on the headboard,' he ordered, his voice rough with lust. I scrambled up, body trembling, positioning myself on all fours before flattening to my back as he pushed me down. My wrists locked around the cool metal bars, holding myself open for him, legs splayed wide to expose my dripping pussy. He climbed over me, that sculpted body caging mine, and dove between my thighs without preamble, his mouth latching onto my clit with a hungry suck.

'Oh fuck, Master!' I gasped, arching off the mattress as his tongue lashed my swollen nub, flicking and circling with expert cruelty. He ate me out like a starving man, lips sucking hard on my folds, teeth grazing my sensitive skin just enough to make me buck. His hands roamed up, slapping my inner thighs before cupping my tits, pinching the hardened nipples and rolling them roughly. I writhed, chains from last night still rattling faintly nearby, but now it was just my grip on the headboard keeping me in place.

'Please... yes... suck my pussy harder...' I begged, voice breaking into hiccups as tears welled again from the overwhelming intensity.

He hummed against my clit, the vibration sending shocks through me, and plunged two thick fingers into my soaked hole, curling them to hit that spot that made stars burst behind my eyes. I sobbed, hips grinding against his face, the messy slurps of his tongue mixing with my cries.

'I'm gonna cum... Master, please let me...' But he pulled back abruptly, his fingers stilling inside me, thumb pressing down on my clit without mercy.

'No, you don't cum until I say,' he snarled, slapping my pussy lips sharply, the wet crack echoing as pain bloomed into desperate need. I cried harder, shaking my head, tears soaking the pillow.

'Please! I need it... I'll be good... pinch me, slap me, anything—just let me cum!'

He obliged the foreplay, leaning up to maul my breasts, sucking one nipple into his mouth and biting down, teeth sinking in until I screamed, the sharp pain making my pussy flutter around his fingers. His other hand slapped the soft underside of my tit, then the other, leaving red handprints that throbbed with each heartbeat.

'Beg louder, slut. Cry for Master's cock,' he demanded, twisting my nipple while his fingers pumped lazily now, teasing without relief.

'Master... please... I'm crying for you... fuck me... I can't take it...' I wailed, body slick with sweat, every nerve on fire from the denial, the slaps, the pinches turning my skin raw and sensitive.

Satisfied with my broken pleas, he withdrew his fingers with a slick pop, my juices coating them as he smeared them across my lips.

'Taste how wet you are for denial,' he said, then positioned himself between my legs, gripping my hips to yank me closer. His big veiny cock nudged my entrance, teasing the slick folds before he thrust in deep, one brutal stroke bottoming out and slamming against my cervix. I screamed, the fullness overwhelming after the edging, my walls clamping down greedily.

'Watch yourself in the mirror, whore,' he commanded, nodding to the full-length one across the room. He flipped me slightly, angling my body so I could see—my tear-streaked face, marked tits bouncing, legs wrapped around his waist as he started pounding into me.

His thrusts were merciless, hips snapping with force that made the bed creak, his cock dragging out coated in my cream before plunging back, balls slapping my ass. I stared, mesmerized and humiliated, watching my pussy stretch around his girth, lips gripping him obscenely.

'See what a messy slut you are? Crying and begging while Master fucks you raw,' he grunted, one hand slapping my thigh, the other pinching my clit to heighten the burn. Tears blurred the reflection, but I couldn't look away, sobbing—'Yes, Master... I'm yours... harder... make me cum...'—as he railed me toward the edge, finally growling permission just as my orgasm crashed over me, pussy squirting around his pistoning length in filthy waves.