The Master's Gift
She sat back sipping her first bourbon of the night and pondered his
orders. Master had been gracious in his allowing her to have an orgasm.
Twelve to be exact! She was delighted! There was nothing she loved to do more
than have orgasms and to have these many with his blessing was so very thrilling
to her. Since she had spoken to him on the phone, her pussy had steadily begun
to prepare itself. Her clit had become erect, she could feel the ring in her
piercing as it teased the flesh there and her holes had throbbed when he had
said she could fuck them.
A wicked grin washed over her face, as flashbacks of her Master appeared
in her mind. He brought out the animal in her. She craved and yearned for him.
She had never expected this upon meeting him in person. She had expected it to
be interesting and fun, but never expected to feel what she felt when he
appeared behind her. She would never, ever be able to forget what she saw when
he had walked into the bar. That ominous presence she felt it before she ever
saw him. And when she did turn around to look into his eyes all sense of reason
vanished. Submission took over, the air ignited, her body went into overdrive
and she felt as if she were going to suffocate. All she could think of was
"breathe, breathe!" Never had she imagined that she would be so lucky. He
was every bit the man she had dreamed of being her Master. And after having her
body touched by him, all other men paled in comparison. There was something
about his hands. Something about his kiss, if he had found her inadequate and
had never seen her again, that night would have gone down in history as one of
the greatest nights of her life. One she would never forget, however he had
found favor with her.
She had been so humbled to be able to call Him Master for a few weeks
now. She could not believe her good fortune. He was wonderful to her. She
found her libido increased, she could hardly work or keep her mind on anything,
her body betrayed her every time she thought of him, which was so often. In the
night she reached for him, begged him, called his name to claim her time and
time again. To please him was all she really cared about. He had her in the
palm of his hand. She did not have the power within her to deny him anything
and she knew it. In fact, he knew it, too. And here she sat, the cool drink
slithering down her throat, preparing herself for his orders. To cum twelve
times, both holes filled and never the same object in either hole more than
once. She had prepared the toys, they were washed and lying beside her bed.
She had lit the candles in her room, put some soft, sensuous music on her stereo
and now was clearing her mind so she could concentrate only on his wishes for
her Christmas Eve. She was not alone by any means, for visions of him danced
around her room. She said pensively, stirring in her chair as her body became
aroused. Pulse racing, breathing labored, palms sweaty, the pink delicate
chemise caressing her body. She could feel his presence looming in the shadows
of the room. She longed so to reach out with her fingers to caress his body, to
show her Master how she could please him. She wanted so desperately to run her
fingers over his cock, to gently tease his balls, to bring him to arousal so she
could kneel before him, to lick and suck his cock. She wanted to drink his cum,
to suck it out of him as his body twitched and convulsed. She cared about
nothing more than pleasing him. It was all that mattered to her.
She slid out of her chair as the last drop of bourbon drained from her
glass. She moved almost trancelike, lustful, glassy stare in her eyes, the air
charged around her. She slithered onto her bed on her back, eyes looking up
into His as his virile, masculine body moved over her. She closed her eyes to
savor every touch of his body upon hers, for it left her tingling. She was on
fire! Her pussy was already drenched and ready, almost flexing already to have
him inside her. Her holes begged for attention, her nipples rigid, her clit
rising to stand at attention. She pulled the chemise from her body, it fell to
the floor beside her. Her hands moved in a steady rhythm to caress her flesh.
His hands moving over her. She gasped as her fingers grazed the tips of her
nipples and moaned as she pinched and rolled them. They stood straight up
begging for more. She worked on them for some time as her pussy became wetter,
her clit harder.
"Masterrrrrrrr" she moaned. "Yes, please Master, take from me what you
need, Sir". Her hands slid down her belly to peel the lips of her sex open
wide for him. She pushed her abdomen up to give him complete access to her
gaping sex. She glanced down to see her erect clit standing rigid as the
candlelight glistened on its head. It was red, bulbous and wet. She was so
proud that her clit showed "herself" so brazenly for her Master. She wanted
him to see it engorged and throbbing so he would know what he did to her. She
wanted him to own it, to view it when he wished to. A finger gently slipped
across the head of her clit and her body went stiff. It was like electricity
coursing through her body! She loved the feeling. She toyed with it until she
could feel the little muscle in it tighten every time she touched it. God she
loved to see it move as it was stimulated. It would drive her insane to have to
watch her Master touch it and see it move for him! She panted, writhed on the
bed her body rising and falling as she tortured her clit.
"Yes Master, view me, touch me, see me for the slut I am. My clit
standing for you, begging you to devour me, begging for you to fuck me any way
you wish, Sir! AHHHHHH HHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" her moan primal and wanton.
Her body flipped over on the bed, her Master raised her up on her hands and
knees, then pushed her chest to the bed as her ass remained poised and ready.
Her knees spread wide, Jenn pushed back to reveal all the pinkness of her
bottom. Her pussy hole gaped. Her asshole pursed and throbbed, her juices
running down the inside of her thigh. Fingers moved to her holes, smearing her
juices over them, pushing a finger in her pussy and a finger in her ass hole,
she began to slowly drill them. Her Master fucked each readily with his finger
pervertedly, she bucked underneath the spearing of each."
"OHHHH, Master, yes, PLEEEEEEEEEASE, deeper, YESSSSSSSSSS, fill my holes
Sir. Use them, feels sooooooooo good!" she begged. His fingers worked her
holes into a froth with her begging and pleading for him to fuck her good. She
helped him as much as she could by backing up on His fingers accepting them to
the fullest, allowing them to open her just as her Master wanted. Fingers
removed, she felt so empty. "No Master .pleeeeeeeease don't take them away,
fuck me!" she cried. She felt the fingers being replaced by larger objects as
the black dildo she owned pushed at her asshole, working its way in. Gradually
it slid into her making her squeal with delight, her Master smiled. The torpedo
vibe was shoved into her pussy and turned on. She bucked and begged, pumping
her bottom on the objects so her Master could see her holes take them. She
would stop every now and then to use her ass muscles and her pussy muscles to
suck the instruments for her Master, so he could see her holes flex and grip
them just as she would do to his cock. Wickedly she covarted on the objects for
Him, as they gave her a proper fucking. She was totally consumed and possessed
by her Master.
"Fuck me Master, yes please, do it, make me yours, take my holes, Sir
pleeeeeeeeease, love it, love it, Sir!" Her holes turned pink at the intrusions
but she never stopped riding. They pumped furiously into her, bringing her
close to the edge of orgasm until she gave her body up to the aching hunger that
welled up inside of her. She actually screamed when she came, making it last by
continuing to drill her holes. She exploded into a million pieces for her
Master, begging and pleading to cum still impaled on the objects. She fell on
her belly on the bed, panting, waiting for the tremors to subside. Her pussy
and ass continued in aftershocks to suck the dildo and torpedo as she lay there
enjoying it. She hated to remove them but reluctantly slid them out. She felt
empty. She needed more. She wanted her Master. She needed him to soothe her
and tell her she was a good girl for him, that he had loved seeing her like
this. That she had performed well. She knew she had eleven more orgasms to go,
which thrilled her. She went to wash the instruments and returned to her room,
hot again, to prepare for the rest of the orgasms her Master had allowed her to
have.
