“Touch me, now!”
He stares into my eyes as he commands me to pleasure him.
“Yes,” I moan, as I take his cock into my hand.
In a flash, he has my throat. “Yes what?” he barks.
“Yes, Master,” I whisper, “I'm sorry Master.”
After a brief hesitation, his nod signals that he accepts my apology, at least for now.
I start pumping his cock, lying naked next to him, my nipples harden in excitement and my pussy is aching.
All I want is to please him, for him to use me for his pleasure and every desire and by the look in his eyes, he will.
“Repeat your phrase.”
“Yes, master, I exist to serve only you...I...”
He grabs my face firmly but gently and says, “and what else?”
“I want only your pleasure.”
“Good,” he whispers, and gives me an indulgent smile, “faster.”
I hurry to obey, rapidly stroking and twisting, upping the tempo.
His facial expression tells me the speed is just right.
He reaches over and begins to run his hands lightly over my breasts, my stomach, up again, and then dipping almost as low as my pussy, teasing me.
“What do you want?”
“For you to do as you please, Master,” I moan.
His wandering hand has found its way to my nipple and is twisting and pulling and kneading it.
Some small selfish part of my mind is hoping that soon his mouth will find its way there too, he seems to read my thoughts.
He leans over until his mouth is a barely an inch away from my nipple.
His breath is warm and moist, my breath quickens, and my legs twist involuntarily, it brings thoughts to my mind how his tongue feels there.
“Is this what you want?”
I moan, “Yes,” I breath, “Yes, master.”
He grins a wicked grin and bends closer.
He blows on it, bends closer and rubs his lips back and forth, teasing.
He licks around my nipple lightly and I moan louder.
With a final nibble, he is on it so quickly it startles me, suckling as much of my breast into his mouth as he can, twisting, bobbing up and down.
God, it feels so good. I don't realise then that I've forgotten my place.
He grabs my throat. “You stopped!”
I quickly try to redeem myself, stroking again and whispering, “I'm sorry, Master, so sorry, forgive me, please, I'm sorry...,” but he doesn't look happy.
“You want to please me, don't you?”
“Yes, Master, yes, please, let me please you.” I beg almost incoherently.
I hate to disappoint my Master; I want so badly to be punished so I can be his good again. I tell him so.
“Stand up,” he orders.
I hurry to obey, murmuring, “Yes, Master,” the whole way.
He takes me in, naked in front of him, I hang my head, ashamed.
“Look at me,” he orders.
He gets off the bed and stands up. I look up at him, my eyes are shamed eyes.
“You're going to be punished, and then you're going to start again, okay?”
I nod weakly, too ashamed to speak.
He turns from me and returns with his flogger.
“Bend over.”
I hurry to position myself at the end of his bed on the seat, I place my hands on the bedsteads, I thrust my arse out as he would wish and wait.
After a moment of suspense, the first swish lands with an audible sting, “Owwwwww,” I moan.
I'm not supposed to enjoy punishment, but each strike makes me wetter and wetter, until I'm panting and after a dozen strikes Master decides I've paid for my transgression.
“On your knees,” he booms.
I stand and turn, glancing down, he is hard, and he has that look in his eyes.
Before I can kneel, he grabs the back of my head, twisting his fingers in my hair, and drags my face to his, his tongue filling my mouth.
My arousal is instant and staggering, he shoves me to my knees, his hand still in my hair, and slides his cock into my mouth.
I moan, happy to taste him, happy to feel him hard in my mouth.
With a grip on my head, he starts thrusting, mouth fucking me, careful not to gag me or deprive me of air for too long.
He moans and swears as I caress his legs and buttocks and balls, moaning and writhing, as much as my position allows.
He varies his tempo, from rapid and shallow, to slow, sensual and all the way to the back of my throat. I know it well, so I expect it when he draws out before he reaches a climax. I reach my hand up and begin stroking, slow, I know he isn't ready to come yet.
“Good girl.” I glow at his praise, pleasing him makes me very happy and incredibly horny.
He stands me up and begins stroking my body, over my sides and back, my stomach, reaching up and cupping and massaging my breasts fiercely.
I moan, then stop abruptly and glance at him to see if I'm allowed to.
His expression tells me he is pleased with my noises, so I continue again in earnest.
He stands behind me, one hand rubbing my breasts while one inches down, further and further.
He likes to tease me this way.
I can feel his cock on the small of my back, still damp from my mouth. It turns me on incredibly, feeling him and his arousal and thinking about all the things he might do to me or make me do.
His hands rub lightly over my outer lips, up and down, back and forth, it’s torture.
He whispers in my ear, “do you want me to fuck you?” I nod enthusiastically and buck my hips against his hand.
He places a hand around my neck and squeezes and then finally parts my wet pussy lips with his other hand delving deeper, rubbing my pulsing clit up and down, dipping a finger inside me to check how wet I am.
I know I'm very, very wet right now, I want to satisfy him.
“Bend over,” he orders, and the second time hearing those words are so sweet.
Nothing pleases me more than when Master decides to use my body for his pleasure.
I oblige quickly and place my hands on the seat at the end of the bed, I spread my legs as far as I have been shown.
He steps up behind me, and I can feel the head of his cock being rubbed back and forth over my swollen lips.
I want him inside me more than anything right now, for him to pound himself inside of me and take his pleasure, I moan and bite back my natural instinct to beg him.
“What's wrong, do you want something?” I nod vigorously.
“Is this what you want?” he says as he penetrates me with a mere inch or two.
I try to push back and take him inside of me, but he knows my ways and pulls back quickly.
“Beg for it!”
I decide to take that as permission to speak.
“Please Master please fuck me please Master, fuck me, please, oh please, please fuck me...p...”
And then he drives inside me, hard and fast, my head feels like it might explode, and I moan, “Fuckkkk, yes Master yes oh thank you...”
He is really giving me a pounding, which is just the way I like it.
I can hear the sound of his body slapping mine, and it turns me on and flips me over the edge.
My mind seems lost in a haze for a moment, consumed with the savage fucking I am receiving.
I am vaguely aware of how my large breasts are slapping around with the movement, and more aware of the animalistic noises he's making.
He reaches and grabs my throat from behind and squeezes, he leans as far forward as he can, and says, “good girl,” I ask, “can I cum master, can I please...can I cum now?”
He says, “yes...you may cum!”
I begin to contract my muscles around my Master’s cock and it’s only a matter of moments as I feel the well inside me burst as my arms buckle as I ram my arse backwards onto his cock and release my wanton lust and juices onto my Master’s impaling pole .
My body is shaking, my knees are shaking, I don’t know if I am going to collapse as I use his cock to fuck the orgasm out of me, I know he loves the shape of my arse from behind, I know what it does to him.
The illicitness of our relationship makes the orgasm even stronger as finally, the crescendo subsides as he firmly holds me in place by my hips, his cock still inside me, I am panting and still contracting my pussy around his cock, he enjoys this, his control and silence tells me he is pleased
I wait for him to say something, after a moment, he pulls my head back by my hair as I look up at him, he smiles and says, “you are so beautifully naughty, and kisses me gently.”
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