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“The Kept Woman”

Stacy Starando laid sprawled out on the luxurious king-sized bed, her naked body gleaming under the dim lighting of the opulent bedroom. The silken sheets caressed her smooth skin as she languidly stretched, luxuriating in her role as her wealthy benefactor’s kept woman. A life of pure hedonistic indulgence and pleasure had become her norm, a world away from her humble beginnings in the provinces.

Wealthy businessman Ivan Golovin had plucked the petite brunette out of obscurity, captivated by her youthful innocence and tight, nubile body. Before their first encounter, he had instructed her to lose her virginity and any traces of her rural accent. In exchange for becoming his constant companion, he would shower her with exquisite lingerie, designer clothes, and generous allowances to feed her shopping addiction. It was a deal she eagerly accepted, carefree as a crested Russian lark, flitting from one enticing pleasure to the next.

In the months since becoming Ivan’s concubine, Stacy had come to relish their evenings together in his dacha outside the city. Tonight, she waited for him in a lacy white teddy, sheer inexperienced as a newlywed’s nuptial night. A deep ache pulsed between her legs, anticipating Ivan’s thick shaft stretching her tight hole. He would grope her petite tits and pinch her rosy nipples until they arched towards the moon, seeking his touch. She imagined his velvety tongue lapping at her dripping folds, tasting her tangy arousal. It never took long for him to plunge his cock deep into her welcoming heat, grunting his pleasure until he painted her insides with his potent seed.

Stacy sighed, allowing her fingers to wander between her thighs, teasing her swollen pearl. She arched into her hand with a moan, picturing Ivan’s chiseled face above her as he took her, his hips slapping hard against her tender flesh. The sound of the front door opening and heavy footsteps approaching made her quickly withdraw her hand. There was no need for her own touch when her master was home.

Ivan appeared at the bedroom door, shrugging out of his tailored suit jacket. Stacy shamelessly shivered in delight, spread wide in invitation, thick thighs parted to show him that she was ready and eager for him to take her. He stripped off his clothes, dropping them carelessly on the floor, his swollen member bobbing heavy and eager, purpled with arousal for her. He climbed onto the bed, towering over her small frame, hands roaming her nubile body like a blind man reading braille.

“Upon seeing my eager little kept woman, I felt the need to punish her for insolence,” Ivan growled, his accent thicker in his lust. Stacy whimpered needily, feeling his cock probing her sloppy folds.

“Me pussy get so hot, only for you,” she panted back in heavily accented English, learned just for him. “Please fuck pussy, make good girl, hmm?” She rolled her hips hungrily, trying to slip his thick cock inside her tight hole. Ivan grasped her under the knees, pushing her legs back, almost bending her in half as he began to plunge his throbbing shaft into her welcoming body. Stacy moaned wantonly, submitting completely to her Master’s rough claiming.

Ivan set a relentless pace, churning his hips like a piston, his heavy sack slapping her upturned ass with each deep thrust. Stacy writhed and thrashed beneath him, mewling like a kitten, her inner muscles clenching around him. The wet squelch of her soaked cunt echoed in the room along with her desperate keens and his animalistic grunts of pleasure.

“Yes, good kept woman, take Master’s cock in your greedy little hole,” Ivan growled through gritted teeth, sweat dripping from his brow. “Milk it with your tight, young cunt.” Stacy arched her back, gasping as his cockhead pummeled her cervix.

“I want baby, want be mother,” she sobbed, fingernails clawing futilely at his pumping ass. “Fill pussy with cum, me want grow with sprout of you.” Ivan groaned, feeling his balls tighten, and with a roar of completion, he unleashed a torrent of thick, hot seed in her fertile womb. Stacy wailed, juices flooding out as he painted her insides with his virility. Her whole body shuddered, electricity arcing through her veins as a mind-shattering climax crashed over her, vision whiting out.

In the aftermath, Ivan cradled her trembling form, petting her sweaty hair as their heaving breaths slowed. Stacy nuzzled his neck, tongue darting out to taste his salt-musk. She was sated, drunk on the indulgent pleasure he gave.

“Have my babe, fill up,” she murmured drowsily, feeling his sticky release seeping out around his cock, still snug in her twitching hole. “Wonderful, wonderful man, my Master…”

And so the cycle continued, a never-ending reel of carnal bliss. Stacy surrendered to the life of a kept woman, submitting utterly to the joy of sin in the most perfect paradise on earth.