Tina Time

This was a nice place, she thought as her body heaved beneath the boytoy she’d traded for, his hot meat pressed deep into her well abused asshole as he fucked her hard and deep. It was gratifying really just how good he’d proven to be at this, his eager cock jackhammering hard into the hot tight hole. All the while he followed her commands, banging her doggy style and with every inch of effort that he could muster to please his diminutive mistress, his pleasantly soft fingers working their way across her small breasts, tweaking the nipples with trained delicacy as his hips bumped and ground against her narrow behind, writing yet another moan from her lips.

“Mmm… Tina like!” She whispered throatily, her body responding to every tweak and touch. She was, afterall, a sensitive girl. “Harder! Faster bitchboy! Gimme it hawt and wet!”

Her slaveboy merely responded with a grunt of effort, his body pushing to its limits as he pistoned in and out like a mad machine, everything of him focused upon her pleasure. Right down to the last fiber of his tender being. Tender flesh gripped at hardened rod, crushing against his well lubed loins with all the pressure it could muster.

A meek little moan fluttered out from his lips as he was engulfed.

His body tensed, electric shivers shooting down his spine as one final thrust buried itself deep into her waiting bowels to splash white with an extended flow of rich, thick cream. Beneath him his master shuddered in fine ecstasy before pulling him down on top of her body, sharing in the naked heat as she bit hard into the nape of his neck, the deflating warmth of his cock still buried deep within her clenching hole.

She relaxed once she’d properly made her mark, slipping back against the bed with a contented smile, small body relaxed beneath his weight, locking him in place with her legs.

She giggled softly, feeling him twitch lightly within. “Bitchboy, you a fucking rabbit.” She grinned approvingly, his unsuspecting stamina having worn upon her for at least four previous shots, her fingers gripping tight against his tender skin, welts from scratches clawed into his back already swelling. Her tooth marks etched deep in his shoulders.

Tina was nothing if not deeply physical with her toys, as her little soldier girl could attest.

“Thank you mistress.” The boy replied, mindful not to show his discomfort too much, he’d had masters before who’d pushed such boundaries into harder and more damaging places, thus in a way he appreciated her limits on this particular excess.

“But ya know, fucking can’t be all you can do. What else are you good at lil’bitchboy?” She slapped his flank affectionately, even as the other hand upon his cheek directed his gaze to meet her own.

The boy blushed prettily before his new mistress before answering her question. “I… I was once a priest, set on a holy journey by my gods. Sworn to celibacy and set to travel across the lands to bring back a powerful scripture to my homeland. Unfortunately mistress… I failed in my task, was seduced by demons who defiled my purity, then trained me in the arts of a prostitute for hire. So… I have no more skills which are applicable to my station beyond my training in the arts of pleasure.”

Tina’s eyebrow quirked. “Celibacy? With thighs that thicc? Bruh you was setup. Dem gods ah your bin getting their rrrroockss off on you. Don’t blame em though… you a juicy sexy piece a ham… Make me just wanna gobble you right up!”

The boy couldn’t help but cringe back a little… memories of his extensive whoring training including a parade of demonic entities practically licking their lips at the thought of devouring him with gusto.