Fantasy with my Master

Your Master comes to your apartment. It's Tuesday afternoon. He has ordered you: "Naked and on your knees next to the door". At 6:00 pm the doorbell rings. You open the door completely naked, on your knees.

He is a mature man of 64 years, bald, 5'9", with a gray beard, normal build, and dressed as an executive. He looks at you from above with absolute contempt.

"Move, bitch."

He enters, stepping on your hand almost. He closes the door and grabs your head, forcing you to look at him.

"What the hell are you?"

"A bitch, Master," you respond, trembling.

He spits in your face. The saliva slides down your cheek to your mouth. "Swallow it." You obey. He spits again, directly into your open mouth, and you swallow it.

"Lie on your back on the floor with your eyes closed."

You lie down. He stands on your chest, unzips his pants, and pulls out his thick cock.

"Open your mouth and don't close it, whore."

He gets on top of you and starts pissing directly into your open mouth. The hot, yellow stream fills you, and you swallow as much as you can, but it spills all over your face, chest, and the floor of your house. The smell of male urine overwhelms you.

"I like it, well-soaked. You smell like what you are: my property."

He drags you by the hair to the living room and throws you face down. He pulls out a thick rope and starts tying you up: hands behind your back, tightly bound. Then he ties your ankles and connects the two bindings, leaving you arched, ass up, completely immobilized.

The first lashes come without warning. His large hand impacts your buttocks with brutal force. One, two, five, ten. The stinging is unbearable. You whimper, and he laughs.

"Does it hurt, whore? Well, we haven't even started yet."

He takes his belt, and the next blows are with leather. The cracking sound resonates in your apartment. Your buttocks burn, they're red like tomatoes. You cry, but your cock is hard against the floor soaked with his urine.

"Look at the pig, getting excited with the lashes."

He turns you over, leaving you face down, ass up, still tied. He kneels behind you with some lubricant, spits in your hole, and thrusts his entire cock into you.

You scream. He covers your mouth with his hand and thrusts mercilessly. His 7-inch cock destroys your ass, entering and exiting while you cry and whimper against his hand. The sound of his balls hitting your flooded ass resonates in your living room.

"This is what you wanted, isn't it, bitch? For a 64-year-old bald man to break your ass in your own house like the whore you are."

He fucks you for eternal minutes, changing rhythm. Your whimpers are music to him. Suddenly, he pulls his cock out of your destroyed ass.

"Turn around."

He quickly unties you and puts you on your knees. He grabs your head with both hands and thrusts his cock ...