My master’s coming home.

It had been 6 months since I [F] last saw him. Saw him, got fucked by him, same difference. I missed him everyday. Everyday before i went to bed, i thought about how he had fucked me in the exact spot not too long ago. How he totally overpowered me and pushed me into the bed, grabbing my hair with one hand and shutting my mouth with the other. All while ramming his shaft inside me. And I lay there, moaning like the helpless little cunt i was, with my legs spread wide open to please him.

We ran this escapade for a while before he left. New love, warm blood, everywhere we went, we fucked. We watched sunsets on a tiny hill together, never fully though. As the sun went down, we’d both get busy with stuffing his dick down my throat. He’d suck on my fingers to stop himself from moaning, fingers that were soaked with my juices.

He’d bend me over the seat of his car on the side of an empty road and make me spead my legs for him. My tits would rub against the leather of the seat, and he’d fuck me till i squirted all over his dick and both of our cum would run down my legs, quivering.

So when he told me he was coming back, it sent butterflies to my pussy. Day and night, all i thought about was how he’d sit on the corner of the bed, and make me lay in his lap, and spank me for everyday we’ve been away. How he’d put his cock between my wet thighs while he slowly fingered my ass, prepping it for his girthy dick. How he’d push me to the ground and against a wall, making me sit with my legs and mouth open, and how he’d fuck my throat and rub his toes on my drenched clit.

Counting my days till he’s back.

Source: reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/11autxc/my_masters_coming_home