You have made me cum twice for you Mistress, you have exhausted your slave, but you still require more.
I feel your hand slide from the cleft of my buttocks, up the arch of my back, your fingers spread, your red nails raking my skin as you squat behind me. You spread your knees wide, your bare skin flashing from the tails of your coat, and you grip your fingers in my hair as you slide the bulbous head of your strap on dildo between my arse cheeks to invade the tightness of my anal whorl. You snap my head back and shove the greased rubber cock inside me with a buck of your powerful hips. And then you ruin me.
You fuck me with all of your might, hissing and cursing at me as you ride the dildo in and out of my orifice, over and over, harder, and deeper still. You grasp the collar around my neck with the fingers of both hands and choke me until my face is swollen and red and I gasp for breath whenever your grip allows.
The pounding of the thick phallus against my prostate makes me cum once again, with my dick only half erect, limply dripping the last of the seed from my balls onto the wet grass beneath me.
You lean back and slap my arse cheeks hard.
“Get back inside bitch, into your basket. I will bring you a blanket. Stay there. Chloe will have returned and I don’t want you disturbing us.”
I scamper back to the house. I look back and you are grinning wickedly. I am glad to find the warmth of your room, and curl into a ball in my basket shivering at the foot of your bed.
When you return you have stripped from your coat and boots and look beautiful with a thick white towel around you clinging to your wondrous curves. You throw a heavy blanket to me and I pull it over me gratefully.
“Thank you Mistress,” I nod.
“I’m too good to you,” you mutter as you turn to check your look in the mirror.