0 comments/ 71781 views/ 33 favorites For the Master By: Pinkblossom Anna was not the sort of woman most imagined as submissive. Her chin seemed to be constantly lifted by an imaginary string that jerked her chin upward and, consequently, set her figure starkly erect. She never hesitated to voice her opinion. Most were attracted to this veneer of strength. Except Gabriel. The first time he saw her was on a street. The casual but oh, so very pleasant type. Such a vanilla atmosphere. When his eyes locked with hers, his finely tuned senses picked up on the need in those black pools. It almost made him laugh, the way she was biting her lip. An everlasting, never answered beg to be fucked. He didn't have any qualms about following her back to her neat little apartment in one of the more expensive neighborhoods. Of course, she asked what he was doing. He answered that he was going to simply help. Anna did not know what to think of this man. It was infuriating, the way most things were for the sexually frustrated. He was tall and slim but powerfully built. He stood a good five inches taller than her 5'7". And he was white. Now, Anna was a good black girl. And good black girls stayed clear of white men. They never have any good in mind for you, is what her mother would say. They were complete opposites, staring at each other. He, blonde haired, blue eyed with chiseled jaw and strong, blunt fingers. Hands that Anna knew were capable without looking. She wouldn't dare look, afraid to find herself melting in the palm. Anna herself was nearly dark as night. Her skin seemed to pulse with a violet-hued glow against the light white fabric of her sundress. Michael itched to touch. He longed to control. "Just a talk," he said. He could tell by the look in her eyes that she was more than ready to have that talk right on the front step of her apartment building. He complied. "You need control in your life, yes? You don't answer to anyone and it's not because you don't want to. Perhaps you are just afraid to let yourself be powerless." He need no add that she desired that same powerlessness more than anything. Her eyes were glued to the concrete surface of the step. It was true. She never did say anything to that, only invited him for coffee and continued to invite him three or four times every week. They never spoke of it again, not directly. But in little ways, she had begun to submit as no other women ever had to Michael. She kept the apartment spotless for when he visited. She prepared his cup of Joe just as he liked it. No sugar, no cream. She relinquished a big, comfy chair to him each time and strangely enough, she insisted on sitting on the floor. She said the chair belonged to her father. She never sat in it. She always preferred the floor. It didn't matter to Michael. He liked the chair and he liked the site of her, always dressed in light, crisp fabrics that stood out against her even complexion. Like a gracious goddess, he thought. That's what she was. He would grow hard at the thought of pushing his white dick between those delicately plump lips. He imagined her even more plump ass gripped in his strong white hands. She would be his. So it was no surprise when he showed up at her office one day and took her out to dinner. Both of them understood what sort of contract they had fallen into. "I'm taking you to my house tonight. I'd like for you to see it," he said. She smiled and nodded. Michael lived in a large house. Everything about him screamed dominance, thought Anna, rolling her eyes. She felt his hand resting on her hip, guiding her toward a large door. His study, it looked. When she was seated on the couch, he moved to the fireplace and opened a box on the mantel. He came back to her and slipped something metal, cool, and delicate around her throat. "This is a chain of white gold. You are mine, Anna. Do you understand?" "Yes, sir." Her teeth dug down sharp into her lower lip. It had come out so unbidden. Lord, would she embarrass herself without having to? But he only nodded and went to sit behind his desk. "Come here. Take off that dress, the shoes. All of it, I want gone." Anna did as he asked. The glow from the fire made her skin into dark gold. The tips of her nipples thrust stubbornly upward. Her natural grace pleased Michael. When she was standing in front of him, he reached for her bald pussy. The skin was so smooth with no traces of hair. He let his fingertips brush back and forth over her skin before he leaned back in his chair and dragged her toward him, cupping her pussy. "Open my pants." His voice was deep and gruff, the command sharp. Her fingers were hesitant but swift enough. His fat, swollen cock sprung straight up. Pre-cum glistened on the very head. He had been waiting so long for this opportunity. Without warning, he stood up from his seat, at the same time dragging the girl to her knees and pulling her mouth to his cock. Probably on the verge of protest, her lips were open and he could hear her gagging when he shoved his cock straight to the back of her throat. When he looked down, she was staring straight up at him. Her eyes glowed with love and appreciation, as he knew they would. He pulled his hips back just a fraction before slamming against her mouth again, all the while holding her head to keep it from snapping back. His cock was swollen. She could feel the veins throbbing against her tongue as he fucked her throat. Never had this happened before and though her body convulsed with one gag after another, she was completely happy. It felt so good to be on her knees like this. She reached up to grab his balls and squeeze as he slammed her mouth. He made no noise and didn't seem to even miss a breath. "Ah, woman," she thought she heard him say just before loads of salty cum filled her mouth and slid down her throat. Eager to please, she continued sucking as he held his cock still in her mouth. "Thank you, Master," she said when he pulled from her mouth. The corner of Michael's mouth twitched. She hadn't even noticed what she'd said. He could tell by the way she was preoccupied with licking her lips and leaning back on her heels. How easy and natural her submission had been. Once seated back in his deskchair, he had her stand up with her back to him so that he sat face to face with her lush bottom. The curves of her hips and ass were perfectly contoured. Rough hands seized her ass and Anna whimpered with shock. Realizing how he had the cheeks spread far apart so that he could casually peruse the over-puckered hole was mortifying. She moved to pull away but he held firm and pulled her back. She was shocked even more when she looked over her shoulder and saw his bright blonde head burying itself in her crease. "Michael, don't!" But those protests fell on deaf ears and he was soon working at the hole with his thumb and occasionally his tongue. Soon he was pulling her down to sit on his lap. She began chewing at her lower lip at the feel of the head of his cock pressing against the little whole and then inserting itself. He could hear her panting and knew it must hurt. It was strictly pain. Anna could find nothing sweet about this. She had heard such things, seen them in pornos, but never expected to feel herself being so vulgarly used. Soon she would see it as well. When her ass had fallen full on his cock, he grabbed her thighs, holding her legs up as he stood. A large mirror the length of the wall was right next to the door. If anyone had walked in at that moment, they would have seen a black girl being bopped up and down on a white man's red cock. Her pussy was throbbing. All along she had let her eyes wander to the floor. Now she looked up and the sight she saw pulled her lips apart in a silent gasp of pleasure. Juice from her pussy was oozing down to where Michael was fucking her. She knew that juice was sliding down his balls. He was calling her his sweet little girl, his good slave, his obedient whore, his black slut. When she felt a bloom of hot liquid in her ass, she squealed. Michael did not need to sit down. Instead, he remained standing before the mirror, watching Anna. "You belong to me, Anna. You are mine." "Yes, Master," she said. For the Master Ch. 02 Michael had insisted that she move in with him. It had taken a few hard weeks of her protesting. Anna had a strong sense of morality, but Michael was able to get her to see his reason. Truthfully, Anna was becoming addicted to Michael. She had started going to his house early in the morning to fix him breakfast, going to his house during lunch to prepare a midday meal, and retired to his house in the evenings to cook him dinner and have a little dessert. After she had moved in, she got used to waking up with his hands caressing from just beneath her breasts, over the generous curves of her hips and back up again. Just like now. She could feel the moisture building between her legs, accompanied by that familiar tickle deep inside that would cause her to beg for his cock. Michael loved dipping his tongue into the narrow slit between her thighs. Anna was ever tight. When he put his face between her legs, she tugged on his short blonde locks and panted his named in such a breathless, wanton way. Her desire drove him mad. "How's my sweet little black slut?" She only arched up off the bed, her back a perfect half circle that thrust her breasts toward the sky. Those nipples were so hard. He let his tongue taste one then the other. It took a lot to stop himself from fucking her brains out right then. Instead, he rose from the bed and searched the side-table drawer for two lengths of satin ribbon. When he turned to her on the bed, he found her with her fingers buried in her pussy, working her tight dark cunt. She got like that sometimes. Well, most times. He didn't say anything, just watched her with her pink tongue caught in the corner of her lips, writhing and whispering her need to cum. "Unh, my pussy," she groaned, turning her head to look at him. She couldn't do it quite on her own. Not since she met him. A half smirk spread across his mouth as he reached for her wrists and ankles, tying each of them tightly. Her hands behind her back, and her feet tightly fit together. He carried her over to a chair and laid her across his lap as he took a seat. Whack! His hand fell hard against her ass and her whole body jerked beneath his palm. "Does my whore like that?" "Yes, sir." "Yes... You like when I pound -- your -- ass!" Each syllable was punctuated by a succession of harder and harder blows. "Don't you, pretty baby?" She only whimpered and squirmed against his thighs. He knew, without looking, that she was biting that lower lip, probably so hard that she could taste blood. He let his finger slide down between her ass cheeks to her pussy, reveling in the wetness. He slid two fingers into her and listened to her moan. "Beg me, Anna." She didn't say anything, just moaned softly. Too soft for his taste. He retracted his attention and slammed his hand onto her ass before standing up and letting her fall out of his lap and onto the ground. He stood over her, with his hands on his hips. "Beg, Anna." She shook her head, her eyes avoiding his in shame. "Please fuck me." "Look at me and say it like you want it." He leaned down and smacked her stomach, her hip, her ass, anywhere he could reach as she squirmed around on the floor, inhibited by the satin ties. "Mmmplease! Please fuck me, sir!" A little better. But by now, she was on her stomach and he was mercilessly slapping her buttocks. Heat radiated from the plump, dark mounds. "Master, please fuck your black slut's pussy!!!" "How bad do you want it?" The slickness between her thighs was pretty convincing evidence. "I need it. I need it so bad," she whined. "Fuck me master," her voice now a whisper. "Please have your way with your little slut. Please yourself with my pussy. I'll die if you don't!" She finished on a squeak, squeezing her thighs together and rolling onto her side. Without warning, her pushed her feet in the air and gifted his sweet Anna with some rock hard cock. In the ass. She was groaning deep in her throat. Her toes curled. Her hands, pressed down by the weight of her body, clawed at the carpet fibers. She was tight and unlubricated. He could barely move inside her and gave up all together, just let his dick throb inside her. He could feel the muscles contracting around him, naturally squeezing and trying to adjust to the invasion. He gripped the cheeks of her ass, suppressing a groan. There was no movement but it was just as satisfying as pounding that tight butt. He held tighter and tighter, as he felt her clinching now around him, pushing against him even. She kept arching her back, making those dark chocolate nipples point to the ceiling. He reached for them and roughly squeezed them between his fingers as he pushed himself a little more snuggly into her ass. Anna wasn't making any noise. It felt too good. Her body wanted and rejected it, all at once. She wanted to sing when she felt him push deeper still inside her. "Yes, master." So many things hovered on the tip of her tongue. She wanted to scream that she belonged to him, she was his slut, she was his toy, she was -- ooooh, that felt good. Michael had put his head between her legs, so that they fit like a necklace of sorts. Fitting his hands to the small of her back, he stood to his feet and slowly made his way to the bathroom. There, in one of the drawers, he kept a store of lubricant. Usually, he took the time to wet himself with her pussy juices. But, he thought as he dripped lube around the base of his cock and began slowly easing his thick cock back and forth, this was much better. "Does that hurt, baby?" She nodded. She looked adorably uncomfortable, with her head bent at an awkward angle against the mirror. He glanced up, seeing his bright head between her darkly glowing thighs. The sight of the contrast stiffened his cock just that much more. It made him a tad impatient. His thick slab of meat eventually grew slicker and slicker until he could move relatively freely. He heard her sigh and watched her eyelashes flutter shut. Over and over, he eased his hips against her, each time harder, each time stronger, until he was full on pounding as he wanted to. He braced himself against the edge of the marble counter with his palms, fucking her ass. Her juices were mixing with the lubricant. It was so slippery and tight, his cock would pop out. Instead of guiding himself back in, he just rammed right against her butt hole. Her body was gleaming with perspiration and he could feel light tremors course through her body. "This slut wants to come," he said out loud. There was a sucking sound each time he pounded into her. His balls grew tighter and tighter until he finally came. Without hesitation, he pulled the ribbon from around her ankle and carried her back to his bed. In the side-table, he kept a vibrator. She didn't know about it, he was sure. He pulled her legs open and put the battery operated head against her clit and put it on full power. Her body bucked up off the bed and she was moaning. When she came, it was unlike either of their prior experiences. Juice shot from her pussy, splashing on the vibrator, his hand, the bed and her screams had reached an impossible high. For a second, they just stared at each other. Her gaze was sleepy and satisfied, his was burning and still demanding. "Thank me, slut." His voice was purely a growl. "Thank you, master," she said before her eyes drifted closed. "Did I say you could go to sleep?" She shook her head. Tossing the vibrator away on the mattress, he climbed up on he bed so that he could lounge against the headboard. She still had her eyes closed, but he ignored that as he brought her head down to his hardening cock and pushed the head into her mouth. Her mouth closed around his cock. She sucked and gulped. He leaned his head back against the board, occasionally lifting his hips to push into her mouth. When he felt good and heavy, he began bobbing her head up and down on his cock, from tip to base. Of course, he could hear her gagging. Her body was wrenching every time. But he kept right on, slamming her face harder and harder each time downward. He lifted her head all the way up, a string of drool stretched between her mouth and his cock. Michael reached out and gripped her jaw. "Good girl." Anna's dimples deepened. * (All feedback greatly appreciated. What would you like to see between Anna and Michael? I aim to please.) For the Master Ch. 03 On Aisle 7, Anna stared intently at the kitchen cleaning options. One spray would foam up to cut through grease and stains. The other had a bleach component. Both were lemon scented. "Hi, Anna." She half jumped out of her skin. "Oh! Shelly... Girl, I wasn't expecting to see you." Ever again in my life, Anna thought. "Yeah. A long time. How have you been?" Shelly's eyes smiled but her lips did not. The same strange expression even after these last few years. Just five or so, Anna thought, maybe not that long but still another lifetime. "Oh, I've been good," Anna smiled. So much had changed. Shelly would be surprised to know... "Shopping for a man?" She gazed down at the full cart. Oh fuck her anyways. "Yes. As a matter of fact, Shelly, I'm in a relationship with a man. Yes. You got it." Anna dropped her smile and kept her indignant pose even after Shelly's mocking eyes shot to the cleaning bottles Anna propped on her hips. "Does he know what a dyke you are?" Now, Anna and Shelly had been very close in college. They had been roommates every year and eaten each other's pussy every night. Shelly had long blonde hair, green eyes, soft pink lips, had been desired by every guy on campus but she had fallen in love with her geeky roommate instead. Looking at her now, Shelly suspected it was Anna's impenetrable innocence. The girl had an instinct for pleasure and her lips had sucked and probed every intimate part of Shelly and yet... Shelly grunted and came closer. "Wouldn't you prefer lavender to lemon?" Shelly had always been so aggressive, thought Anna. When she had come to college, she was miles away from home and was soon miles away from her way of life. Lesbians, gays -- none of that had been on her radar. Her first night, after her parents and brothers had said good bye and driven back south, Anna had felt very lonely. Sherry had gone out to a party and the hall was deserted so she had taken a shower and slipped into her new, stiff bed and cried herself to sleep. She woke up, hearing someone in the dark. It was Shelly, a little drunk and not caring if her roommate was asleep. Anna remembered turning on the lamp by her bed and smiling to say hello. The light revealed Shelly's naked body and Anna had quickly glanced away. She could still hear the girl's laughter. She was so amused by Anna's reaction that she had trouble catching her breath. But then it had suddenly stopped and Shelly roughly pulled back the covers that Anna was partially hidden under. Shelly climbed on the bed on her hands and knees and crawled right up to Anna, pushing her head under her chin and sucking her neck. Anna's pulse was hard in Shelly's mouth but she didn't resist. Sometimes Shelly wondered if it could be said she raped Anna that night. Anna exuded submission back then, always so friendly and smiling. A part of Shelly hated her the moment she saw the curvy black girl that was going to be her roommate. At 18 her breasts had been so full with a little hang. Her hips had been slim and her ass was round. Nothing about her body had been overwhelming, just soft and dark. She was the velvet petal of an African violet. Shelly also resented the sentimentalism that Anna always evoked in her. Staring into her black eyes now, Shelly felt the same pang of love. She had a deep desire to split Anna's legs right there in the grocery store and suck her sweet pussy until she felt it too. And that thought just burned Shelly more. "So who's the guy." "Shelly... He's just a guy I met. His name is Michael." Anna knew she didn't really care. Anna had lost most of that submissive air but Shelly thought she still sensed it. She decided to challenge it and dropped her small basket of groceries in Anna's cart. "I'm staying in town for a few days on business. I'll come by for dinner and meet Michael." Then she reached around Anna, pulled the Lavender scented foam cleaner off the shelf and dropped it in her basket. "Let's get going. Doesn't he got off by 5 or 6?" Shelly crossed her arms. Anna's cheeks and forehead burned. She slammed the other cleaning options down on the shelf and pushed off towards the check out. She had wanted to shop for more bath soap but she just wanted to get out of the store. Shelly kept up a stream of chatter about work but nothing about a new girlfriend. A few times, her hand would brush Anna's arm, her hip. Shelly commented that Anna had filled out a little but that she wasn't too fat and Anna rolled her eyes, shaking pepper over some meat for baking and wondering what Michael's reaction would be. Soon the phone rang and it was him. She told him they'd have a guest over. "Oh no, a girl friend of mine from college. I happened to meet up with her in the grocery store... She's in town for business. Yes. Ok... I love you." "I love you," Shelly mocked, not caring if she seemed jealous. She poured herself another glass of wine. Finally Anna had to ask, "Why are you here?" Shelly couldn't answer so she flipped through the channels but lost her taste for wine. She began watching the local news but couldn't stop thinking. Anna never said anything that first night. Shelly remembered jerking the buttons of the long nightgown free so that she could free those dark breasts with the even darker nipples. She had stared for so long but Anna never said a word. She didn't cover herself either, just kept biting down on her lip. Right now, Shelly wanted to know what they were like. She had only seen glimpses of Anna's former submissive self and she wondered what the relationship was like with Michael. More than that, Shelly wanted to know how she should go about getting Anna on her lap, naked and moaning. Something had to be done so she got up and went into the powder room. For a moment, she stared at herself in the mirror. Shelly breathed deep, gazing at the blonde woman. She squeezed her eyes shut, blocking out the soft murmur of the television in the kitchen but she couldn't quite silence the soft thuds of Anna making dinner. Of Anna being the wife of some guy. She began unbuttoning her pants and pulling up her shirt, frantic to touch herself where she wanted Anna's hands and mouth. This is pathetic, she told herself. But that didn't stop Shelly from thinking back and rubbing her clit. Anna on the bed with her breasts out. The long gaze. Her mouth sucking a warm nipple and her pussy getting wet. Pulling Anna under her and coaxing those nipples until they were stiff and staring back at her. Looking up and seeing Anna staring too. Not asking for her permission, just jerking the hem of her gown up and slipping one finger and then two into her tight black pussy. Hearing her gasp so softly and wanting to make her make that sound over and over again. Memories of showering with Anna. Sitting on Anna's face and making her suck and lick her clit until she came. Sometimes choking Anna... then there was the time she spanked Anna. In the small powder room, Shelly's pussy was about to gush when she heard a soft knock. "Shelly?" She didn't answer and the knob began to turn. She thought she had locked it but then Anna's face appeared around the edge. Not skipping a beat, Shelly fully removed her shirt and yanked Anna into the bathroom. She turned Anna so that she faced the mirror and yanked the shirt up, pulled her breasts out. They both heard Michael's voice. Anna pulled away, readjusted her clothing and walked out of the bathroom. For the Master Ch. 04 When Michael came into the house, he expected to find Anna and her friend waiting for him on the couch or in the kitchen, drinking lemonade and chatting. Instead they both came down the hall and for a moment he was suspicious but the conversation at dinner was easy and culminated with a sweet scoop of banana pudding for dessert. By the end, Michael was sitting back in his chair, enjoying Shelly's travel stories and sipping whisky that had been aged in a charred white oak barrel. Anna smiled at him over the rim of his glass, remembering the evening before and how sweet and warm his breath had been from the alcohol. Michael had been so romantic, his hands gentle and he fucked her slow. In fact, it made her think of "making love," the way his hips had rolled and filled her with solid pleasure. The whole evening, she had kept her hands on his body or her arms around his neck or her lips against his skin and it seemed so terribly ironic that Shelly would appear the next day. She had been so cordial with Michael that Anna was exhausted by the tumultuous shifts in attitude since they met each other earlier. Shelly had always been a mistress of emotion. As easily as she could be turned on, she could be turned off. The same could not be said about desire, however, and Anna knew that her former friend was waiting for the opportunity to pounce again. Knowing this, Anna was grateful when Michael offered to clear the dessert plates and tidy up the kitchen and asked Shelly to join him to finish their conversation about Dhubai. She took the opportunity to dash in her room and think! Should she call a friend? She could think of so many people she would like to call, especially Gary, a gay friend from college who had been her confidante throughout the Shelly years. He would know what to tell her, being similar to Shelly in temper. The main difference was that Shelly could never deny herself while Gary was total self control. In fact, Michael was a lot like Gary and she smiled, thinking how much better the day would have been if it was Gary in town for business. Groaning softly, she dropped on the edge of the bed with her arms tightly crossed beneath her breasts. She became so lost in her memories and thoughts on the day that she did not hear Michael come in the room. He told her that Shelly had left, just like that, because she had a meeting in the morning. Anna let out a long, deep breath and could not stop the wide smile that crossed her lips. At that, Michael raised a dark blonde brow. "Anna?" "Oh. Well..." Anna shrugged her shoulders. "I'm glad it's just you and me is all." She kicked her feet up like a little girl and immediately regretted the action. To disguise it, she slipped off the bed and walked over to slip her arms around Michael's neck and place a kiss on his hard jaw. "You smell so good, Michael." "Master," he corrected. "Master." With her body pressed to his, she could feel his muscles tightening with desire and, of course, his erection. Pushing away from him, Anna smiled as she began to pull her clothes off. In her eyes, he was an angel. Golden haired and lit from behind by the warm 60-watt light bulbs. He could tell what she was thinking from the soft focus of her eyes and the way her lips parted. For some reason it wasn't the impression he wanted her to have, so he moved toward her and roughly pulled off her remaining underware and shoved her toward the bed. Caught off guard, Anna tripped over her own feet and fell on her back. Her startled yelp easily gave way to an inviting smile as she rolled her hips and parted her legs. Michael roughly grabbed her thighs and held her open, staring down at her smoothly shaven, pink centered pussy. He stared. It was so soft and growing wetter as he looked at it. Like the woman's heart, her pussy was warm and inviting. All he wanted was to be buried in her snug hole but he enjoyed denying himself at times. His cock was stiff and he was still in black pants and white-collared shirt. "Want to know what I was thinking of during dinner?" He waited a few moments and let the silence stretch. "Your friend, Shelly, with you on the couch. I bet her tongue would look so nice. Right here." He lightly laid a finger on her clit and she squirmed but, he noticed, was frowning. He continued, "And I thought of your hard nipples, exposed and swollen from her mouth. I was thinking of you on your back, a sweet submissive black whore, accepting her tongue on your clit... and here." He buried two fingers in her pussy and had to keep himself from growling at how wet and hot she was. He slid his fingers back and forth in her pussy then pulled them out and held them up for her to see. "Look at how wet you are." A dark smile spread across his lips and her eyes grew wider and more luminous. "How did it feel?" A shadow of guilt passed over her face and he began to laugh. Michael suspected Shelly was more than a friend. When his woman and her friend had come down the hall, he could tell from their faces that something was amiss. Anna's eyes had been more eager than happy to see him and Shelly's cheeks were bright red. Thinking of Shelly's tell-all cheeks, he caressed Anna's dark hip, obsessed with its smooth skin and soft flesh beneath. "How did it feel when your roommate would lick your little black pussy?" He unzipped his pants and freed his cock, letting it stand free but keeping his clothes on. He would not touch himself. Instead he grabbed her thighs and pulled Anna to the edge of her bed, then forced her onto her knees, rubbing his dick on her face. "How did it feel, Anna? Was she gentle with you?" Anna glanced up, her brows knotted together. "Oh. Is that a no? Don't tell me you were a submissive little black whore in college too! And to that woman, no less. You little dyke, open your mouth." Ever obedient, Anna lifted her chin and opened her mouth so that he could slowly guide his cock into the slick warmth. Oh god, only to find it was more than slick. Her mouth was full of hot saliva and his hands instinctively cupped the back of her head, wanting to pull her fully onto his groin and fuck her pretty mouth. But he resisted. "If she was here, I'd have her lick your pussy while I fucked your ass. Mmm, oh yes. She would serve me by eating your pussy and you will serve me by letting her. And by letting me fuck your tight asshole." The last word was hoarse and he drove his cock to the back of her throat. A shudder ran down his spine, hearing the wetness of her mouth and a quiet gag. "How do you like that, Anna? Would you want her to sit on your face while I have your pussy? Or would you prefer your face buried in her pussy the way your face is deep in my crotch right now? All while I ram your pussy from behind and fill you with my cum?" Anna kept her mouth open for his cock, gently holding him in her mouth but not sucking, just listening. "I want her to know that you're mine now. I saw her looking at you during dinner, eyeing your breasts and lips when she thought I wasn't looking." He pulled his cock out of Anna's mouth. "Who do you belong to?" "Only you, Michael." He growled and pulled her up and hiked her legs around his waist and walked her back out to the living room. His heavy cock was just beneath her pussy. On the couch, he lifted her hips and she settled over his cock, sighing all the way down the length of him. "Oh," she said when she was full. Without another word, she lifted his hands to her throat and pressed his fingers. Taking the hint, Michael squeezed her throat and let her take charge of their pleasure. As soon as his hands pressured her throat, she swallowed, loving the tightness. Anna began to ride her master's dick, sliding her black pussy up and down and rolling her dark hips in circles. "Does that feel good?" Her voice was small and light, almost begging him to approve. He just stared up at her. She whimpered softly, a peculiar sound that gave voice to her need to be wanted, her desire to satisfy, and the complete fulfillment of being in a submissive position even when she was on top. Anna leaned forward and dropped her pussy fully on his dick so that she could grind her hips and then fuck him again. "Master," she whispered, rocking in his lap, unashamed of her juices running down his dick and ruining his pants. Her mind registered the contrast between her nakedness and his fully clothed body except the white dick she so eagerly devoured. In his ear, she whispered, "Do you like that, master? That black pussy is so wet for you and all yours. I love sitting on my master's dick. I love being your naked whore. Oh... please choke me harder." Immediately his hands tightened around her throat and she whimpered again and slammed her pussy harder. Now Michael raised his hips and filled her, thrusting upward harder than she could ever fuck him. Her breasts were against his chest and she was kissing his ear and cheek, coaxing him into filling her body with semen. Close to release, Michael released her throat and slammed her pussy down on his cock and held her there by her hips. Anna sat up and locked eyes with him as her hands instinctively reached up to squeeze her full breasts and tease the dark nipples. She lifted one and began to lick the mound. He lifted his hips and she squinted at the pain of his dickhead turning her cervix inside out. Deciding to fuck her ass, Michael pulled from her pussy and reinserted in her butt without saying anything. Anna's back arched and Michael grinned as he pushed up Anna's ass. Anna repositioned so that her pussy was open to Michael and she could rest her hands on her knees as she bobbed her hips up and down on his cock. It was a tight fit, a little dry. Her pussy was dripping and Michael stuffed it with two fingers. The fullness of her dry ass and soaking pussy was so intense, it elicited a rough scream and soon a wail of pleasure as she came. Michael sat up and circled his arms around her waist, coming soon after with his face buried in her breasts.