(M4F) Good Property Has A Smile.

You kneel on the cool tile floor, your knees bruised and your ankles uncomfortable as you wait for your master's commands. Who you were before recruited as your master's newest concubine wasn't important, when under his reign all that was important was that you pleased him when asked to do so and with a smile.

"Come." He says. With a smile, you lean forward and press your palms against the tile floor, also bruised. Still looking up at him, you begin to crawl towards him, your mind already wondering how he'll have you today. You're quickly reminded of what he told you on the day of your orientation. You lower your face as low to the floor as possible and raise your ass as high as you can manage, wavering it about hypnotically in the air as he had instructed you to do on your first night. In this position, you continue your advance, analyzing the dry cum on the floor as that's all you can really do when you're two inches away from it. "Stop, hole." You hear from above you. You come to a halt, pussy dripping with excitement as you slowly begin to raise your torso.

It's hole, you're name. Hole or Heather, your actual name. The name he decides to address you as decided your treatment for the day, and today was a hole day, you love hole days.

Eventually, you're face to face with his mammoth of a cock. It twitches in a mix of anticipation and admiration, the steady drip of pre-cum slowly cascading down his thick, veiny shaft until it reaches his low-hanging balls. Just like the 10 inches of cock above, they expand and contract in a show of anticipation and admiration. You can't help but imagine how much of that warm, sticky cum his swollen sack is churning up. He's naked, shaven to allow you to get as messy as he likes, and hung like a horse.

You're nineteen years old. Pitch black hair tied into long, yankable ponytails. You have pale skin, perfect for displaying any marks or bruised your master has left on you. You wear nothing except for black fishnet stockings and a black garter belt, exactly what your master ordered you wear whenever summoned. You also wear a choker which reads, 'Break Me'. Your tits, though not as large as your sister concubines', are large enough to be wrapped around your master's unbelievable girth. Your ass is your master's favorite feature about you, so plump and so pale, he can't help but strike down on it whenever he feels like doing so. When he wouldn't leave red handprints, he'd toy with the jeweled buttplug you'd been force to wear and fuck your asshole with his fingers himself. He'd never admit it, but you were his favorite slave.

"Go on." He said. With a smile, your reached out and gripped the base of his cock with both of your hands, barely being able to properly grasp it. You lift his heavy fuckstick upwards before letting it rest on your forehead, where you begin to stroke only the first three inches of his cock. You don't hear a grunt, or some much as a groan, but you do feel his pre-cum begin to slowly travel down your forehead, proof you were doing a good job. Some of the pre-cum drips over your eyelid and falls to the floor and is guided down the bridge of your nose and into your waiting mouth. Doing this, your face had already been stained with pre-cum and your smeared mascara, but you didn't care, you know that the day would reveal to be much messier.

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Hello DPP. If it wasn't obvious by the long-winded prompt, I'm looking for an equally as depraved and debauched partner as myself to join me in the raunchiness. Though my kinks are too many to list, I will let you know that I am looking for depravity and Sloppiness in this story.

Looking at my post history is also a good idea!

Until next time!