Her record - 1

She greeted him at the door. Her boy, her toy. Hers to do with as she pleased.  And what pleases her? Seeing her toy shudder and shake, tremble and cry out as orgasms are ripped out of him.

Well tonight he'd get his alright, and she'd have her fun. She was going to go for a record. She wanted to empty him and empty him and keep going after he was empty. Until he had nothing left to give and yet he'd still climax with burning emptiness. So empty he'd leave and have no sex left in his head or his balls for days, all taken by her and kept by her.

So to begin she closed the door behind him and forced him against the wall.  Her hand clamped over his mouth to back up her demand for silence. Her favourite handful was quickly wrenched out from a wrenched open zipper and his hands bidden to stay at the back of his head. She led him by his thickening cock to the bathroom.

The bath lay steaming but she forced him to the sink next to it, and spinning him to face the mirror forced a rough mauling hand up his shirt to his teats. She stepped up behind him, hand reaching around to grasp his waggling knoblet.

In the mirror she locked eyes as he panted and sighed while her hands quickly brought him to a ruined orgasm, his sad face paired in the mirror with her gloating happy one. By his ear she spoke firmly - THAT'S ONE BITCH. NOW STRIP FOR YOUR BATH.

So the record breaking evening began.

While he stripped the evidence was matter of factly washed down the sink by the tap.

- lovely to see you too, he offered nervously as she chuckled.

-Quiet boy, and he complied.

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