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Her whole body tense from a long day, Cherry nearly collapsed as the elevator rose, pushing her into the ground. She let out a long, gurgling sigh, deflating as she unbuttoned her snug, creased suit. Twelve long hours of managing accounts and personnel at a top-tier law firm was good money, but the burden of responsibility took a toll on her health.She had been looking forward to this all day. The elevator chimed, and she stepped onto the landing of her boyfriend’s apartment. Unbuttoning her collared shirt, she walked down the hall and opened the door. They had been going out long enough that she was comfortable helping herself to his apartment. Cherry stepped across the threshold and kicked off her tight, stiff leather business shoes and walked into the main room where Eric was sitting on his dingy old couch, recording another episode of his web broadcast. She wasn’t impressed that he made a living doing advice channels on the internet, but learned to respect that he could support himself doing something he loved, evidenced by the alacrity in his voice as he gestured to the webcam. “There’s plenty of people in the world, and you’ll find plenty that you’re attracted to, but if you’re smart and serious, attraction is no more important than-” Letting her tightly-bound long black hair tumble down her shoulders, Cherry stepped up behind Eric and cheerily said, “Sorry I’m late!” Turning around, Eric almanbahis şikayet beamed a smile under loving green eyes. “Hey! Don’t worry, I’m almost done.” He turned back to the camera, ruffling his brown scarecrow hair as Cherry’s soft, round face pouted. “Where was I? Oh yeah… communication! Very important.” Chewing her lip, Cherry turned and strode away into Eric’s bedroom, her jacket and shirt crumpling onto the floor. She was used to this- Eric was so compulsively devoted to the rules he made for himself, she learned to work with the procedures. Kicking off her skirt at the foot of his bed, she stood at his dresser in nothing but a plain, white, cotton undershirt and panties. She pulled out a well-decorated strip of leather, then walked over to the mirror by Eric’s bed to secure the collar around her neck. She looked at herself. She’d gotten a tan from a beach trip with Eric weeks ago, and the stark tan-lines were barely visible through the shirt. She was muscular but stocky, and her C-cup breasts had always made her insecure growing up in a family of busty women. Biting her lip, she walked back to the couch. Early in their relationship, she’d admitted to Eric that she felt unattractive because all men liked skinny women with big boobs. He just smiled and said all women liked huge cocks and six-pack abs. Cherry smiled, remembering how she spent minutes insisting she didn’t almanbahis canlı casino feel that way before she noticed Eric’s wry look. He was always weird, but there was something there that she loved. She walked up and stood behind the couch, her heart starting to race. Eric was still wrapping up his recording. “…I don’t like leaving consent to just a phrase or a gesture, stuff you might misinterpret or do by accident. To be safe, try agreeing on some kind of talisman- a piece of jewelry, an article of clothing, some kind of-” “Sorry I’m late!”Eric turned around, his heavy brow and strong jaw tensing when his eyes settled on her collar. “Not yet you’re not!” he barked, reaching back and grabbing her arm. Cherry squealed as she rolled over the couch, the top of her body upside-down between his legs as her ass was perched on his thigh. “You worthless little whore!” He snapped his palm down on one cheek, then another. “You selfish, tawdry, tardy little TART!” He used his free hand to jerk up her panties, wedging them up and exposing her flesh as he continued swatting. Cherry grabbed his ankles, wincing with each smack. He was very strong for his size, and she’d learned to trust his control over her body. Hanging there, she relished the transformation into a helpless object, the anxiety of her responsibilities draining mercifully from her mind. “I’m so sorry!” She squeaked.”You think almanbahis casino you can talk to me?!” Eric indignantly demanded, nudging the coffee table a few feet back before shoving Cherry down onto the shaggy carpet. “I don’t pay you to talk, slut! Show me what your mouth is good for!” He grabbed a fistful of her hair, slowly pulling her to her knees. She got just a glimpse the rigid, straight cock poking from his briefs before he lifted her by her hair and yanked her down onto it. They’d been dating a while before she worked up the courage to admit her fantasies about rough sex. It was a long road for them to become familiar enough as lovers that she could trust Eric to understand what was too much for her. Snarling, he jerked Cherry’s head around like a lid that wouldn’t screw in to a jar, then pressed his other hand against the back of her neck. She was adventurous and his dick wasn’t huge, so she took the full length with no trouble. “Fucking bitch! Eat it! This is all you’re here for!” he ground her head in circles against his pelvis, then dribbled her head up-and-down with shallow, rapid thrusts, “If you can’t learn to suck dick properly I’ll toss you into the bio-rendering chamber and re-purpose your flesh into a sex clone that’ll be a good little whore!” Cherry rolled her eyes, smiling around his cock- she wasn’t the type for role-play, but it amused her to see how Eric entertained himself. His belly pressed against her forehead as he leaned forward. “Straighten your legs,” he ordered. Her heart going faster and faster, she put her hands on his thighs and picked up her hips, straightening her legs until her ass was pointing straight up.

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