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Last night, we spoke over the phone. You guided me and I opened up to you. Your silky voice soothed me and my body relaxed. I accepted that you would move through me. You explained how I had never and would never experience a man like you. There was only little doubt on my part. But you rest assured that I would experience you in more ways than I could ever imagine. I opened my mind and my body to you, and felt you intensely as your words flowed through me.
Our conversation shifted and I spoke of how my husband was to visit the following morning. It had been two weeks since we had seen each other. I had missed him desperately and needed his touch. You instructed me that I was to serve you, through him. My thoughts slightly drifted as I wondered how it could be possible. But I was intrigued and eager to please you. We said our good nights and I nodded off to sleep with thoughts of you, and also of my husband. Was I truly to experience you through him? Would I be capable to serve you through another?
Early the next morning he arrived to pick me up and we quickly drove to our home for some quality time. After arriving, I opened the refrigerator to retrieve the bottle of wine I’d saved for special occasions. He came over to me and from behind, wrapped his arms tightly around my waist. He nuzzled my neck, moaned in my ear as he groped my breasts. I turned to him and kissed him deeply and passionately. I yearned for my body to be used for his carnal pleasures. As he led me to the bedroom, I realized just who was leading me. It was not my husband, but you. My Master, My Sir.
I was excited as my groin ached for you. My entire mind and flesh eager to please you. To serve you and make you proud. Within seconds, our clothes were on the floor. You pushed me to the bed and we kissed deeply, breathing each other in intensely and passionately. My eagerness was overwhelming. You stretched out and laid before me, I kneeled at your feet. You held your cock high, softly pushing and pulling on it. Intently I watched in admiration. Oh how I worship your dick. You spoke no words. But a good slave knows what her master wants. I straddled your legs and leaned over. I firmly massaged your cock with coconut oil and pushed my lips tightly around the tip gratefully pulling your pre-cum into me. I looked toward you, winked and placed a soft kiss on the tip.
I squeezed my tits around your thick cock. My ass was high in the air and I could feel the wetness teeming between my pussy lips. I ran two fingers between them and placed them in my mouth as I watched for your approval. You were pleased.
I began to stroke you up and down with my tits as you held my hair back to watch. You groaned and pushed into me. You took me by the arms and rolled me over onto my back. You straddled me and placed your dick in between my tits as I squeezed them together. You pumped slowly at first, then faster and deeper. You began to pinch my nipples, slap them. Then my face. My adrenaline began to course through my veins. You gripped your hand tightly around my throat, sliding it up to my jaw forcing my mouth to open. Your words were just as firm as your hand still gripping my jaw… “You are mine now. I own you.”
My breath quickened and I was pulling on the head of your dick with my fist, taking you into my mouth. I was sucking and popping your cock with each thrust. My pelvis and hips were rolling, my legs spread far. The juices of my cunt sliding over my asshole. Without notice you reached back and started to finger fuck me. I heard you say, “Cum NOW!!” and my body quivered. My legs tense, I felt you move through me. Igniting the embers inside my fiery core. I begin to gasp loudly and scream. My slippery, velvet sheath danced across your fingers. My back arched as I exploded, my body left in a tangle of senses.
You pulled your cock away from my tits and moved your body forward. I was stroking you with swift strokes, down and over the crown. I could feel your dick began to harden. My hand squeezed your balls which were now lengthening your massive member. You forced your fingers into my mouth to clean them. “Good girl. Now milk your Master.”
You squeezed my hair tightly between your fingers, forcing my head forward. “Yes Sir,” I said as you pushed deeply between my lips, still glazed with my cum. You slid across my tongue and squeezed tightly into my throat. The bulging veins of your cock begin to pulsate. The hot cream of your loins filled the back of my throat, flowing up into my mouth. I swallowed and sucked intensely as if I were a suckling starved of a forbidden meal. Nothing escaped my lips.
You didn’t move and I remember you speaking. But I can’t distinctly remember your words. I pulled hard on your dick as you pulled slowly away from me. I craved for more. I looked you in your eyes and could see that my master was satisfied. I licked you clean of every drop and and could hear you softly speaking, “You are a good slave,” as you brushed your fingers through my hair. With a soft breath I replied, “Thank you Master.”
And this is only the beginning.
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