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around her jaws to ache. For a second she panicked at the
enormity of what was in her, but the threat from behind forced her
to accept. Emily started gently sucking
and licking it all over, flicking her tongue around the underside
ridge then over the smooth tapered head.
    The stretch was still painful, but Emily soon got into her
stride and forgot about the discomfort as she tackled the big knob
with increasing gusto. It was a hell of a thing to have in your
mouth, but Emily’s excitement quickly grew, and in no time at all
she was revelling in the task. She started moaning as she sucked,
swaying her ass and beckoning for a fuck. He had promised her after
all; and even though he had just come, Emily was sure Her Master
was up to the challange.
    “Yes, Blondie... soon!” mocked Her Master – the man’s hand
slapping each buttock in turn before ramming two fingers deep up
Emily’s snatch.
    Emily moaned louder round the flesh inside her, sucking with
fervour, thrilled by the strong musky flavour and those wonderful
fingers inside her pussy. Even the quiet Italian with the enormous
cock was now breaking his silence - he groaned in appreciation as
Emily worked enthusiastically on his knob. But the man wanted more
than just his knob sucked – there was a monster of a shaft that
needed stimulation and he wanted it in oral form to begin with. He
started to pump, pushing his cock deeper, and fucking Emily’s
mouth.
    Enjoying the sex but apprehensive of taking more of him, Emily
dared to reach up and rest a hand on the Italian’s thigh, and with
the other she took hold of the man’s mammoth shaft, using her
fingers to caress the skin, hoping that this would be enough to
satisfy the Italian stallion.
    There was never any chance of that!
    The well endowed Italian grabbed Emily’s wrist and pulled it
from his shaft; he clamped two strong hands around her head then
with one violent thrust he rammed his cock all the way into her,
the glans pounding into the back of Emily’s mouth and bullying its
way down her gullet. The hunky Italian arched his back at the
intensity of the moment and let out a mighty groan. Emily was in
complete and utter agony – her gullet stretched so wide.
Instinctively she tried to fight him off and bring an end to the
sudden torture. Her hands reached out in an attempt to push him
away, but the new man gathered them with ease. The belt came
crashing down on her back, Her Master yielding it firmly to bring
Emily further to heel.
    “Take it, Blondie! Pull him in, don’t push him
away!”
    Emily went limp. She needed some air – the cock was blocking
her passage and suffocating her. Yet she managed to obey. From
limpness she moved her hands to her sides and drew him in just a
fraction more.
    The Italian let out a mighty growl then he proceeded to fuck
Emily’s throat. First he pulled partially out and Emily gasped for
air. A moment later with her lungs now full she was gasping again
as the cock rammed all the way into her. The big Italian fucked her
throat violently, showing no consideration. Emily was in agony. Her
jaws were aching; her gullet was retching; her lungs were
screeching for a few molecules of air; her nose was getting smashed
by the man’s groin as the Italian stallion face fucked her wildly.
It was a mauling from hell and Emily was in heaven, totally blown
away by the violent abuse.
    “Si! Si!” growled the Italian, pulling his cock all the way
out then ramming it back into Emily’s gasping gaping mouth,
smothering her face as he held the position for a long
moment.
    “Now show me some proper worship when I pull out,” he added.
Then with a final few stabs he slowly withdrew.
    Emily gulped for air the first chance she got, and just as
instinctively her tongue started working, flicking around the
slithering underbelly then around the knob when that emerged from
her throat. As the Italian pulled out, he unfastened his trousers,
and pushed them down along with his boxers as far as his