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He gasped and moaned as her thick cock pulsed with lust and glided through his welcoming depths. She pummeled his ass hungrily, reminding her gimp she was forever in charge of their love making.
"YEAH! You like that, don't you, slut? Being my little mud bitch."
"AHHHHHH!!! Y-Yes Mistress.... Please don't stop!"
"Of course you do. Fucking PERVERTED SLAVE!"
She removed one hand from his hips just long enough to feel him below. Her hand glided through the warm mire to trace his hard cock, outlined nicely in the latex of his suit.
"Pffft, have you ever been this hard in your life?!? Figures, a filthy bitch like you enjoys taking it up the ass in the mud!"
James muttered nothing but pleasure-racked gibberish as she grabbed him with both hands and pounded his soft, welcoming hole with even more force. Bayonetta's scrotum rocked back and forth through the silky muck as she bottomed out in her moaning gimp bitch. Her sack churned with an enormous load, ready to fill her slave with hot glue. Cereza's emissions were thick enough to match the sticky clay they were chest deep in.
"Wherever we settle down for good, we're getting one of these tubs for our home. I'm going to fuck you in the mud whenever I damn well please! What do you think of that, slave?"
"I... I think that's a wonderful... idea, Mistress." James was hanging on for dear life as she smacked his body powerfully with each thrust. James' shiny, filth smeared form jolted in the muck as she plowed him over and over. The slaps into his body grew harsher and more painful as Bayonetta reached the verge of climax. His smarting ass and the sounds of muddy thrusting just made him moan louder as pre-cum dribbled from his trapped pecker.
*SCHLLLORRRPPP SCHLUURRPP SCHLOORRP SCHLLAPP SCHLOORPP SCHLLLOOPP SCHLUURRP SCHLLORRRPPP*
"NNNNNNNNNGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!"
"AAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHH!"
James' insides flooded with a river of creamy sperm as his own dick shot its load in unison. Steamy cum splurted all over the inside of his sweaty, clingy, latex suit as he stood, surrounded in sucking mud, and Cereza deposited her hot load in his warm, wet depths. She grunted and wailed repeatedly as ounce after ounce of thick nut fired into her quivering slave. Her scrotum clenched, her eyes rolled into the back of her head and her hilted cock bulged and twitched as the stream of scalding batter felt like it would never end.
When at last her massive emissions were spent, she slumped forward. Her filth speckled, latex-encased breasts rested on her muddy, trapped gimp. They leaned against the wall of the spa, breathing deeply and enjoying the euphoric glow of wet and messy climax. She reached below the surface of the muck and felt James all over, eager to touch him still. Her cock remained hilted in his ass as she rested for several minutes and her orgasm faded to a light, blissful resonance.
Eventually, she raised her head and spoke into his ear. "You want more, you filthy slut?"
"Yes, please, Mistress..."
She reached forward and brought her muddy, latex fingers to his mouth. He opened it obediently and she fish-hooked him with both hands, pulling on his cheeks fiercely. The tastes and smells of clay and rubber overwhelmed him as his lustful Goddess began sawing her cock in and out of his ass once more. Her half-deflated schlong sprang back to life, stiffening to fleshy steel in little time and filling his cum-strewn insides anew.
"Good. Because you're about to find out just how long I can go."
* * * * *
The moon cast its light across the shimmering waves. Bayonetta and James lay in bed watching the light dance on the water and reflect off the glass. On the deck, their latex suits hung from a clothesline, slowly drying off. The mud-caked garments had required a thorough rinsing with the hose before their shine returned.
For once, Mistress and slave were together with no rubber or latex to speak of. No fetish bedding or sex toys. No bodysuits or bondage. Only the leather collar around James' neck remained. Tonight, it was just the naked bodies of two lovers pressed warmly against each other amid the lovely satin sheets.
They were both still exhausted and content to stare out at the ocean after a long, rapturous day in muddy nirvana. It was quiet except for the gentle swish of the sea.
James eventually turned to gaze at his raven haired Domina. A final, burning question lingered in his heart.
"So, how does this work? You stay forever young. Eventually, I turn old and gray, and then..."
"Shhhhhh..." Cereza brought a finger to his lips. "Silly Cheshire. None of us is guaranteed tomorrow, let alone another forty years."
"No, but..."
"BUT" she interrupted him. "I plan to live a very long and fulfilling life. And you're going to be there with me."
"How is that going to work?"
Bayonetta propped herself up on one elbow. Her glistening eyes pierced through the darkness. "You've seen for yourself that men can learn magic. It's not necessarily a good idea that they do, but there are exceptions and I think you're one of them. In time, I will begin to teach you."
James was taken aback. "Is that allowed? By the Umbra?"
Cereza's mischievous chuckle was a good enough answer, but she elaborated. "Officially, no, but I've never been big on the coven's rules. I use my own judgment in these matters. Besides, I've walked this world for many lonely years without a proper lover. I don't intend to lose you."
All of James' worries melted away. His owner and Mistress had confided in him fully. Their trust was as total as their love for each other. For the first time, he looked forward to the next chapter of his life with no apprehension or regret.
"Well then, I suppose you'd better instruct me."
Bayonetta tossed aside the sheets to reveal her full, naked body. Her ample breasts, wide hips, luscious legs and flaccid cock were outlined by the pale glow from the windows.
"Worship me. Every part of me, top to bottom. When I feel refreshed, I'll tie you down and we'll have one more go tonight."
He crawled toward her eagerly, his eyes filled with longing. "With pleasure, Mistress."
They embraced in a long, deep, passionate kiss. When their lips finally parted, James began to work his way down her immaculate curves.
♫ Fly me to the moon
And let me play among the stars
Let me see what spring is like on
Jupiter and Mars
In other words, hold my hand
In other words, darling kiss me
Fill my heart with song and let me sing forevermore
You are all I long for
All I worship and adore
In other words, please be true
In other words, I love you ♫
Fin.
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