Dahlia D. was a young woman with a dark craving. She loved the feeling of being completely submitted to another person's will and desires. When her master told her they were going away on a business trip, she knew exactly what was in store for her.
The hotel room was luxurious, with a huge bathroom featuring a spacious shower stall. As soon as she finished unpacking, her master locked the door behind him and began to undress her. He undid her pants and pulled them down, revealing her soft, bare butt. He slapped it hard, leaving a red handprint on her smooth skin.
"Soon, my pet," he whispered in her ear, "you'll be covered in my shit."
He pushed her against the wall, and she felt his erect cock pressed against her lower stomach. She moaned, knowing what was coming next. He thrust his hips forward, pushing his cock deep inside her pussy. She grunted in pleasure as he took her roughly, filling her up with his thick cock.
With one hand still holding her against the wall, he used the other to stroke her clit. Her mind exploded in pleasure as she came around him, the sensation of being filled by him combined with his skilled fingers on her clit sending her over the edge.
Finally, he pulled out of her, and she felt the familiar coldness between her legs. He turned her around and pressed her face against the tiled wall, her body pressed against the cold surface. She heard the sound of his zipper being lowered, and then felt the blunt head of his cock pressing against her asshole.
"Say it," he gruffly commanded.
"Please, sir," she moaned. "Please fuck my ass."
He thrust his hips forward, pushing his cock deep inside her ass. She gasped, feeling the thickness stretching her opening. He started fucking her hard, his pelvis slamming against her butt with every thrust. She could feel the anger and desire emanating from him, and it only turned her on more.
As he continued to fuck her, he reached around and grabbed a handful of her hair. He yanked her head back, causing her to let out a soft whimper. With his other hand, he reached down and started rubbing her clit again. She shook and moaned as he brought her to a second orgasm, this one even more intense than the first.
Finally, he pulled out of her and positioned her so that she was leaning against the bathroom counter. He took a step back and then lowered his pants, revealing his bare ass. He turned around and aimed his throbbing cock at her face, and she opened her mouth eagerly, knowing what was coming next.
He lowered himself down onto the edge of the counter, his cock still pointing at her face. He slowly started to push out, and Dahlia opened her mouth as wide as she could, taking his entire length into her mouth. She bobbed her head up and down, swallowing as much of his thick cum as she could.
As the last drops of his cum were swallowed, he smiled and reached down, rubbing her head. "There you go, pet. All clean."
He pulled her up off the floor and led her towards the shower. He turned on the taps and adjusted the temperature, and then reached around and grabbed a bottle of shampoo. He squeezed some into his hands and then rubbed them together, creating a nice lather.
Before she could ask what he was doing, he pushed her under the warm water and started pouring the soapy water over her head. She tried to resist, but it was too late. The warm shampoo was running down her body, covering her in a slick layer of bubbles and their scent.
Then, he knelt down behind her and positioned his cock at her asshole again. He pushed forward, and she felt the familiar stretching of her opening. He began fucking her hard, his cock sliding in and out of her ass. She moaned in submission, feeling his power over her.
As he continued to fuck her, he reached around and started rubbing her clit again. She came hard, the sensation of being both fucked and washed triggering an intense orgasm. She screamed out in pleasure as he filled her with his cum once more, each thick spurt coating her insides.
Finally, he pulled out of her, and she felt empty and used. As he rinsed the remaining soap off of her body, he gave her a satisfied smile. "That's my pet," he murmured, running his fingers through her soapy hair. "Clean and ready for anything."
Dahlia didn't reply, only nodding in agreement. She knew that this was what she wanted, even if it made her feel dirty and ashamed. She knew that she would never be able to resist her master's touch, no matter how many times he used her like this. And so, she submitted to him, ready to receive whatever he had in store for her.
