4 comments/ 35945 views/ 7 favorites A Cold Night By: sweet14fun I was startled when the phone rang right next to me as I was getting really into a book I had just begun reading. I answered the phone to hear the familiar voice of my Master. "I want you to come over at 6" was all he said. He waited for my acknowledgement before saying good bye and hanging up. I checked the clock and it was only 5. I put on something a little bit sexier than what I was wearing (went from jean shorts and a loose t-shirt to a skirt down to my knees and a nice top...with of course a sexy bra underneath and a thong as well). I left the house and drove over to his. I knocked on the door and rang the bell a couple times but nobody answered so I slowly turned the doorknob, which happened to be open, and peaked inside calling out, "hello?" not sure if he was home. I walked inside and found a note on the coffee table and read it. Hello Pet. I want you to cook up dinner for us. There's food in the refrigerator and the cupboards so pick what you'd like, but you must be wearing the dress and a thong I got for you that's in the freezer. You better be wearing these when I get home. -Master I looked over at the slim black dress awaiting on the table that was underneath the note, but was a little squeamish about the thong in the freezer. I pulled off my clothes and neatly placed them on the coffee table after removing the dress from it. I slipped it on and went into the kitchen and opened the freezer. Sure enough there was a sexy black thong awaiting me. I put it on and felt the cold drifting up my legs and pressing against my clit and my pussy hole. Instantly I jumped at the coldness and jerked it back down but knew that the reasoning behind wearing it was indeed because it was cold. So I slipped it back on and opened up the refrigerator finding some pork chops. I took those out as well as some soup and some mashed potatoes I found in the cupboard, and a noodle dish. I began preparing all of this, and soon I had the stove and oven busy. I heard the doorknob of Master's front door turn as he walked in and called out, "Slave, are you here?" "Yes, Master, I'm in the kitchen preparing dinner." I heard him say, this time a little quieter than his shout, "Good girl." He entered the kitchen and said, "Good, you're wearing your attire, but are you wearing the thong?" I paused what I was doing and gave him a quick flash of my ass and hips and he could see I was wearing it. He smiled and said, "Good girl, how much time is left before supper is ready?" "About 20 minutes" "Good, I'm going to take a shower and clean up. It better be ready when I come back down here." He left the room and I continued making dinner as told. As soon as everything was ready, I heard the shower from upstairs stop and I quickly got out the plates and silverware to set the table. I rushed around the kitchen putting food on the plates, etc. and just as Master walked in, in just his towel, it was all ready. He took his seat at a plate and told me to sit down close next to him. I sat up next to him and he reached up my dress and pressed his fingers against the thong over my clit so that the coldness was stinging againstit. I did notice however that it wasn't as cold as before. We continued our dinner, eating mostly in silence, and Master even helped me clear the table. After we cleared the table he started showing more of his dominant side. "Take off that dress and bend over the table," He ordered suddenly. I was a little surprise by his quick change of mood and did as I was told. I laid the dress aside on a chair and bent over the table. I heard a couple drawers open and shut and all of a sudden he was pressing his weight over my back and nudging my body into the table edge as he spread my arms and tied them around the corners of the table and my legs to the legs of the table. I got nervous as he said sternly, "We have a little theme to our session tonight, slave. Have you figured it out yet?" as I felt something extremely cold and wet press up against my ass cheeks. I jumped and groaned, nodding. "Oh? And what is it my pet?" "Coooooold" I groaned, realizing it was an ice cube. "That's right, bitch. I wasn't too happy about that little party you held the other night before I came home. I don't like boys staying over at your house, and I especially don't like boys being all over my little girl." I nodded, knowing I was very much guilty for a guy who had been all over me that night, and knowing if I REALLY wanted to I could've stopped him, but I never did. "Are you ever going to have guys come over to your house like that again, slave?" he demanded. As he did I felt the ice cube move over my thong and underneath it. "No master!" I cried out as I felt the wetness soak through the panties and drip over my clit. He yanked down the thong to my knees (since they couldn't go much farther without ripping) and pressed the ice cube against my clit. I screamed and struggled, pulling at the ropes that bound me to the table, and my head jerking up. The ice cube was melting and the ice cold water was dripping down my pussy lips and to the floor. I screamed and jolted in so much discomfort. "What was that slave? Are you?" he hollered at me again over my screams. "NO MASTER! I won't ever have guys at my house again!" I let out a scream, feeling the ice cube pressing into my clit, which is stinging more than I have ever felt in my life. "Good" he said as now I felt him moving the ice cube down to my pussy lips. My legs twitched in response as it moved, and when I felt how slippery the ice cube was against my lips I realized how wet I was. Not just wet from the ice cube, but I could feel my own hot juices around my mound. Suddenly I felt the ice cube nudging inside my pussy. I let out a screaming beg, "No Master please! Please don't put that inside me!" "Shut up bitch" he ordered. I was silent in terms of words, but my groans sustained. I twitched and squirmed as I felt the ice cube slide between my lips and inside me. The cold stung my sensitive inner walls and then quickly melting juices were dripping down my leg. The freezer door opened and shut quickly before I felt another shock of coldness press against my ass cheeks once more. He spread my cheeks and teased my ass hole with the coldness in which I shuddered. I was dying to clench my ass cheeks and not let him in but I knew this would only cost me more punishment. He waited until the unfrozen water started dripping down my ass cheeks before pushing the rest of the solid into my ass hole in which I screamed. I had tears in the corner of my eyes from the sting of the coldness. Then I felt my legs fall loose from the table legs and felt my thong slide all the way down. Then Master told me to look in his direction. He was standing by the sink with the thong in his hand. He ran it under the water and threw it in the freezer. My eyes widened in fear of having to put it on again. "This is so it is much colder the next time I want you to wear it. It will last longer as well." By all of this I knew he was EXTREMELY upset with me, for this was a harsh punishment...and yet I was guiltily turned on by it. My pussy was dripping with a mixture of hot and ice cold juices and my nipples were so hard from both the cold and the turn on. Finally he untied me completely after asking if the ice cube inside was completely melted (and I had told him yes). He grabbed another ice cube and handed it to me and told ME to hold it on my clit. If I were to move it away once I would be punished. I took hold of the ice cube and held it against my clit, squirming at first and then trying to relax a little more. He then ordered me to go upstairs to his bedroom. I walked up the stairs with the cold water dripping from my legs and pussy, and I knew Master was directly behind me, for I could feel his eyes penetrating my ass, and his hand would occasionally give me a good hard slap. I went up to his room and he ordered me to lie on the bed. He tied me down to the bed immediately, taking the ice cube from my hand and nudging it into my clit in a position where it would stay. He obviously couldn't hold back his urge anymore as he took off his towel that was still around his waist. My legs were spread wide for him and my clit was dripping wet in both senses. He pulled up on top of me and I felt his cock teasing my pussy lips. My hips thrust down at him and he smirked and pulled away. I groaned in disappointment when suddenly I felt a gush of wetness underneath my ass and knew that the ice cube that was nudged inside there had just melted completely. He smiled when he noticed and then rammed his hard cock into me immediately. The hard and unexpected thrust shocked me with some pain but then it started feeling good. I tried thrusting with him but I could barely go anywhere being all tied up, spread eagle. He started getting me real worked up, occasionally moving the ice cube over my clit so I would remember it was there, and he knew it was getting me turned on, despite the stinging sensation I felt that made me squirm. Suddenly I felt myself right on the edge of cumming and began asking for permission. "Oh Master, please may I cum?" He smiled and said, "Umm....no." "Ohhh, Master pleeeeease I need to so bad!" I begged. He said again, more sternly now, "No, bitch, now be quiet." I stopped my begging and was thinking of anything I could to not cum. I was held on the edge for what seemed like an eternity, and I could've sworn I was about to cum any second when suddenly he ripped out of me. As he was sliding out my body instinctively thrust towards him wanting more, but nothing came back and I groaned in disappointment. He smirked, knowing this was good punishment to refuse what I wanted. As he was looking down at me he then told me "I have a surprise for you, pet." I waited all tied up and 2 minutes later Master came up holding a bucket. I heard swishing and clunking...knowing that due to this theme that it was ice and water. He untied me and ordered me to go lay in the tub. I did as told, and I knew he wanted my legs up on each corner so my pussy was exposed and I hung my arms over the edge. He came in with the bucket and pulled out an ice cube and rested it right below my breast and took another doing the same. Then he said, "oops, I almost forgot my own treat." He disappeared only to return 30 seconds later with a tub of ice cream and a spoon. The tub was wide enough for both of us to fit inside and I scooted up as he climbed in at my feet. He took a scoop of the ice cream and lathered it over my pussy and on top of my clit. I squirmed a little but he tapped the side of my thigh and told me not to move. I obeyed and waited as I felt him just piling the ice cream on. Then he took a scoop and put each scoop of ice cream on my breasts, my nipples hardening instantly. He put the ice cream aside and then began licking the ice cream off. I didn't feel it at all, except the melting ice cream dripping down between my lips until finally I felt the heat of his tongue up against my pussy. I moaned and felt his tongue pushing the melted ice cream inside my pussy with his tongue. The heat and the cold turned me on in an instant and I felt myself thrusting at him once more. He slapped my ass again and enforced, "I told you not to move!" I nodded quickly just enjoying his tongue up against my clit and my pussy lips. Finally all the ice cream was gone and I felt him licking up the stream of melted ice cream from my breasts. He licked up to them and hungrily licked and bit at the ice cream on my breasts, until once more I felt his hot tongue coinciding with the cold ice cream. I moaned as I felt myself getting wetter and wetter and he began sucking on my tits now. He flicked his tongue against my hard sensitive nipples and occasionally bit at one. I moaned and then he went back down to my pussy, just to make sure all was clean. He lapsed his tongue crazily over my pussy lips and I felt myself close to the edge once more. "Oh, Master I need to come, may I come?" "Nope," was his only response. I tried so hard not to cum and he could tell I was right there, gripping at the sides of the tub and my legs locked. "If you come," he threatened, "you will be punished severely. Trust me, you won't enjoy it." I nodded and stared at the ceiling in hopes it would help. Right when I felt myself ready to he jerked away just like last time. I let out a groan in disappointment and then he stood up, helping me to my feet. He turned on the water of the tub, thankfully some warm water and he bathed me thoroughly. I was so happy and relieved at the warm water, though at first it felt burning hot because I had been so cold all night, but I felt very thankful to my Master and felt completely his especially at that moment: A good hard punishment, followed by passion and care for me. He cleaned me up and then he even dried most of me off. Once I was all dry he told me to go put the dress on again and he found me another thong that had a slot for my pussy to slip through. I put it on and then he told me we were going out for a little bit of fun. We went to a local club and began dancing with each other, having what seemed to be a normal night when we were there. Finally as we were resting he told me he wanted to fuck me again. I asked him where and he said right there bent over the table. I gave him a discomforted look and then asked, "Well where else could we possibly do it, pet?" I offered me riding him on his lap, and he agreed. He sat on the chair, taking out his cock and I sat over his lap with my pussy pressing through the slot of the thong, still incredibly wet from before as well as wet from our fun grinding we did on the floor. I began riding smoothly until I felt him jerk me down with his hands on my hips and I knew he wanted it hard, and noticeably. I looked around nervously but soon forgot about the room around us as I rode him harder and faster REALLY getting into it. My tits bounced in my dress, and he undid the back around my neck and pulled the top down so he could play with them. He groped at them hard, using them as levers to help guide me down on his cock harder and deeper. I began moaning without realizing how loud I was and felt myself build up again. I again asked for permission only to be shot down once more. I kept going, still on the edge and moaning loudly, caring less and less about the dancers around us until finally he ordered me off. "Please can I continue?" I begged. "Nope, get off me, pet." I was startled when the phone rang right next to me as I was getting really into a book I had just begun reading. I answered the phone to hear the familiar voice of my Master. "I want you to come over at 6" was all he said. He waited for my acknowledgement before saying good bye and hanging up. I checked the clock and it was only 5. I put on something a little bit sexier than what I was wearing (went from jean shorts and a loose t-shirt to a skirt down to my knees and a nice top...with of course a sexy bra underneath and a thong as well). I left the house and drove over to his. I knocked on the door and rang the bell a couple times but nobody answered so I slowly turned the doorknob, which happened to be open, and peaked inside calling out, "hello?" not sure if he was home. I walked inside and found a note on the coffee table and read it. Hello Pet. I want you to cook up dinner for us. There's food in the refrigerator and the cupboards so pick what you'd like, but you must be wearing the dress and a thong I got for you that's in the freezer. You better be wearing these when I get home. -Master I looked over at the slim black dress awaiting on the table that was underneath the note, but was a little squeamish about the thong in the freezer. I pulled off my clothes and neatly placed them on the coffee table after removing the dress from it. I slipped it on and went into the kitchen and opened the freezer. Sure enough there was a sexy black thong awaiting me. I put it on and felt the cold drifting up my legs and pressing against my clit and my pussy hole. Instantly I jumped at the coldness and jerked it back down but knew that the reasoning behind wearing it was indeed because it was cold. So I slipped it back on and opened up the refrigerator finding some pork chops. I took those out as well as some soup and some mashed potatoes I found in the cupboard, and a noodle dish. I began preparing all of this, and soon I had the stove and oven busy. I heard the doorknob of Master's front door turn as he walked in and called out, "Slave, are you here?" "Yes, Master, I'm in the kitchen preparing dinner." I heard him say, this time a little quieter than his shout, "Good girl." He entered the kitchen and said, "Good, you're wearing your attire, but are you wearing the thong?" I paused what I was doing and gave him a quick flash of my ass and hips and he could see I was wearing it. He smiled and said, "Good girl, how much time is left before supper is ready?" "About 20 minutes" "Good, I'm going to take a shower and clean up. It better be ready when I come back down here." He left the room and I continued making dinner as told. As soon as everything was ready, I heard the shower from upstairs stop and I quickly got out the plates and silverware to set the table. I rushed around the kitchen putting food on the plates, etc. and just as Master walked in, in just his towel, it was all ready. He took his seat at a plate and told me to sit down close next to him. I sat up next to him and he reached up my dress and pressed his fingers against the thong over my clit so that the coldness was stinging againstit. I did notice however that it wasn't as cold as before. We continued our dinner, eating mostly in silence, and Master even helped me clear the table. After we cleared the table he started showing more of his dominant side. "Take off that dress and bend over the table," He ordered suddenly. I was a little surprise by his quick change of mood and did as I was told. I laid the dress aside on a chair and bent over the table. I heard a couple drawers open and shut and all of a sudden he was pressing his weight over my back and nudging my body into the table edge as he spread my arms and tied them around the corners of the table and my legs to the legs of the table. I got nervous as he said sternly, "We have a little theme to our session tonight, slave. Have you figured it out yet?" as I felt something extremely cold and wet press up against my ass cheeks. I jumped and groaned, nodding. "Oh? And what is it my pet?" "Coooooold" I groaned, realizing it was an ice cube. "That's right, bitch. I wasn't too happy about that little party you held the other night before I came home. I don't like boys staying over at your house, and I especially don't like boys being all over my little girl." I nodded, knowing I was very much guilty for a guy who had been all over me that night, and knowing if I REALLY wanted to I could've stopped him, but I never did. "Are you ever going to have guys come over to your house like that again, slave?" he demanded. As he did I felt the ice cube move over my thong and underneath it. "No master!" I cried out as I felt the wetness soak through the panties and drip over my clit. He yanked down the thong to my knees (since they couldn't go much farther without ripping) and pressed the ice cube against my clit. I screamed and struggled, pulling at the ropes that bound me to the table, and my head jerking up. The ice cube was melting and the ice cold water was dripping down my pussy lips and to the floor. I screamed and jolted in so much discomfort. "What was that slave? Are you?" he hollered at me again over my screams. "NO MASTER! I won't ever have guys at my house again!" I let out a scream, feeling the ice cube pressing into my clit, which is stinging more than I have ever felt in my life. A Cold Night -Oh God!!! They're going to reach me!!- Jill was running along the warm, sandy mounds of the desert. Her reddish hairs were dancing on her sweaty face. She looked behind herself. A group of brutes giants was following her, whirling their clubs and roaring with savage fury. She cursed, looking at the gold idols that she was carrying in her hands. "Those are worth at least sixty gold coins" she thought when she saw the small shiny statues in the cave where the desert giants were sleeping into their primitive couches, their fat bellies raising and lowering slowly. Jill jumped down from her hideout and landed with grace near the treasure. Then she just took the idols and walked stealthy towards the cave's exit. Unfortunately, she stepped on the hand of a giant, hidden in the darkness of the cave. And it awoke up. Suddenly the giant opened its eyes, growling. Jill cursed, and started to run. And now, the whole band of giants was chasing her, under the hot sun of the afternoon. Jill stumbled and fell down, leaving the treasure by mistake. The beasts screamed triumphantly. She turned and saw four monsters upon her, sneering wickedly. The girl got up and unsheathed her small sword. Jill could be a young girl, but none could underestimate her. She was a skilled thief, and even a cold killer, if she wanted it. Nevertheless she has got an amazing beauty: reddish, long hair, blue eyes and a light skin; not too tall, not too small, and a notable but not too exaggerated thinness. But this was an impossible situation. The giants were bigger and stronger almost three times her. And they were four. A shit, eh? A giant was going to smash her, but something stopped him. He raised up the head and stared at the desert behind Jill. And screamed. With fear. The whole giants ran at the opposite direction, crying and shaking their own arms. Jill, still surprised, got up and sneered at them. "I need to be less dreadful" she thought, whirling pleased her sword. Then she turned. And froze. The sandstorms were slightly common in the desert, of course. But try to imagine one of these. And multiply it for one-thousand times. A enormous tornado was covering the horizon. And it was moving. Moving towards Jill. Frightened, she looked around: there weren't serious hideouts, just two or three rocks bigger lightly than her. So she crouched behind the nearest stone and closed her eyes, trembling with fear. She could feel the strong wind ruffling her hair and the sand that was covering her feet. "Killed by wind or buried by sand? My usual luck" she thought with anger. Suddenly a shadow appeared in the sky and landed in front of her. And she managed to saw a pair of deep green eyes with vertical pupils before she fainted for the shock. Jill opened slowly her eyes. "What's happened?". She felt tired and lightly stunned. She got up and watched around. She was into a round cave, big as a small house. There were a water bottle and a tray with dried bread near her. She watched around again, so she throw herself towards the food. She literally gulped all the bread and almost chocked with the water. Filled, Jill started to moving into the cave. There were water bottles and supplies for three months at least. It seemed an hideout, or a refuge. She watched out the lair and froze. The sandstorm was still continuing.: the dunes were high as mountains and were moving as waves into a sandy ocean. The wind was too violent to bear. "I'm trapped here" she thought. -You're awake- a deep, gently and unmistakably masculine voice said behind her. She turned, frightened. And froze. He was taller than her, his skin was black as the night and smooth. Though he was dressed with a light cloth suit, she could see that his body was muscular but slender. Behind his back there were two membranous wings, large as his own body. Behind his abdomen he had a large tail. Jill was sure that this creature could kill her without any effort. Then he looked at his face. It was black as his skin and tapered. His hair were dark and quite long. His horns were quite short and folded back. And she saw his eyes. Deep green eyes. Seeing them, she calmed down immediately: she was sure that he didn't want hurt her. she asked, breathlessly. -I'm Gabriel. Or Gab. How you prefer to call me- -But... you are a dragon...?- -Not exactly- he laughed. -I'm a drakonid, that is an union between humans and dragons- She blinked. An hybrid between an human and a dragon? -And you are...?- Gab asked. -Jill. But... What's happened?- -You fainted when you saw me- the drakonid almost laughed again. -Then I took you here, in my refuge- -Why?- Gab looked surprised. -The sandstorm should kill you. I couldn't leave you alone!- -Mh. Thanks. But...-. She looked feared. -But?- -Where are my spoils?- -Spoils?- he repeated, confused. -My two golden idols!- she exclaimed. -I didn't take any idol with you- She cursed. And he laughed. -I'm joking! Here they are- he said and took her a bag. She looked into it: the two small idols were both intact. -Thanks- she sighed. -They look precious> he said, peeping the treasures. -Yes> -And they're an handmade of desert giants> Jill looked at him. -Uh...I don't know...- -You stole them- Jill stared at the ground, flushing red. -Don't worry. I'm not gonna to blame you! I'm a thief too, you know- he smiled. -Really?- -Of course. Where do you think I took the water, the food and the clothes? None would stay near me, so I need to steal from others. A blameworthy thing, I know, but I need to eat too, right?- -Why none want stay near you?- she looked, surprised. -I'm an hybrid. And both humans and dragons are races that hate so much. The humans hate us 'cause we aren't totally humans, as the dragons hate us because we are "impure"- -..I'm sorry..- -That's not necessary- he said gently. Jill giggled. -So, what can I do now? The sandstorm is out of here and it's too strong to bear- she added, serious. -I'm sorry, my dear, but I think that you must stay here- Gab said, amused. -With pleasure- Jill smiled. For the rest of the afternoon Jill and Gab talked about their lives, and the time passed quickly. Jill talked about her family, her village and her happy childhood. Gab listened attentively, and asked her a lot of informations. -Your life looks happy- he grinned. -My life is quite normal. There are people who have a much better life- Suddenly, Gab's belly rumbled. -Aw! Can you give me some bread, please?- he asked. Jill took a roll from a bag near her and passed it to him. -Don't you eat meat?- -I'm omnivorous. I'm half human, do you remember? This can help. For example, if I was carnivorous I couldn't live in this desert- -Why?- she asked, curious. -The meat should go bad with this warmth, and moreover, there aren't so much animals to hunt here-. Then he gulped down the roll. Suddenly Jill shivered. -I feel cold- -The desert's nights are very cold- he nodded. -But I have this- he added, revealing a large, furry blanket. The fur was white and grey. -Oh God- she murmured -that's the fur of a polar wyvern! How could you have it?- -That's precious, I know, but I prefer to keep it with me- She caressed the blanket. The polar wyvern skin was rare and precious as gold. -Did you stole it too?- Jill sneered. -Nope... That's just a present from a friend- The girl yawned. -I'm so tired!- Gab nodded and yawned too. -So let's sleep. Come here-. Then he took the blanket and covered Jill and himself with it. Jill felt immediately a warm sensation all over her body, then she fell asleep. Jill awoke. The cave was immersed into the darkness, the soft moonlight filtrating from the entrance. She heard the howls of the sandstorm and sighed. Suddenly she felt a caress against her hip and almost bumped. -Gab?- -Uh?- -Are you touching me?- -..Wha..What..oh..OH! I'm sorry! I...I was sleeping!- he exclaimed, realizing what he was doing. His deep voice seemed embarrassed. Jill smiled. Then she turned towards him. -Jill..Sorry, I didn't want to do it...- he excused again. -Do you like me?- she whispered. Maybe it was the stunning of the sleep, or her natural wishes, she looked Gab with a different look. -What?- he looked at the girl in front of him, confused. Jill approached at him, feeling the warmth of his body closer to her. And she caressed his cheek. -Jill...- he sighed. Seeing her, he was feeling something different. He looked her as a female, and not as a friend. Jill felt his hot breath against his face. And she followed it. When Jill kissed Gab, he seemed surprised at first. But soon he returned her kiss, enveloping her meaty tongue whit his thin tongue. Jill giggled softly in his lips as he passed his hands at first on her hips, then he moved them behind her, to unbutton her bodice. When he saw her nakedness, he held back his breath. Her body was so beautiful... She quickly opened his suit, and moved her own hands along his muscular chest. Jill felt a growing heat between her legs as she felt the smooth muscles of his stomach under her fingers. Suddenly, she touched a stiffness. Then he stopped to kiss her and watched her into her blue eyes. -Jill.. Are you sure?- -Yes, Gab. Let me see- she smiled gently. He raised the blanket...and her eyes opened wide. It was pinkish, long and smooth, damp on the tip. Seeing his cock, she felt the heat growing and smiled. -Can I...?- -You mean...- She nodded. -Only if you want- -Of course I want- he giggled. Then he lay down on his back. Jill kneeled on his body and took his cock. Then she licked the wet tip of it. Gab rolled his eyes and gasped, moving slightly his head. Jill let down her head and wriggled her tongue, touching his smooth shaft with her wet meat. The drakonid moaned and bent his kneels, moving his tail with passion. The girl continued to gulp and lick Gab's cock as he put his hand on her head back, gripping her hair delicately and groaning with pleasure. Suddenly, she released his cock and grinned into his beautiful eyes. -Did you liked it?- she asked softly. -That was incredible- he whispered -but now it's my turn- -Mh?- she asked, confused. Gab giggled again, then he turned on her. -You're beautiful- the drakonid murmured into her ear as she blushed. Then he trailed kisses on her throat, her flourishing breast and her perfect stomach, tickling her with his nose. She giggled and shivered under his touch. Then he stopped between her legs. Jill closed her eyes as she felt his hot breath against her vagina. Suddenly she felt his long, darting tongue against her lips. She gasped and widened her legs. Gab penetrated her with his tongue and licked the walls of her womb, tasting her sweet juice. The girl almost screamed and drove her fingers into the ground. He pressed his mouth against her vagina and sucked it as she closed her eyes, moaning loudly as she felt her growing orgasm go through herself. Suddenly, with a long, beautiful shudder, she came, crying out. Gab felt her juices squirting on his tongue, out of her lips and down her thighs. Gab pulled out his tongue from her and looked at her face, his eyes shining in the darkness. -And you, did you like it?- She was still panting. -I...I never... felt something like this!- He bent down and kissed her again. He felt the fresh sweat on her body, and lowered his hands to widen her legs. Jill felt the tip of his cock touching her lips. -Take me- she murmured into her ear. Her breath grew faster -As you wish, my love- he whispered. Then he pushed his cock slowly and carefully into her womb. Jill drove her fingers into his back and moaned. Gab withdrew and breathed deeply. So, he pushed again, feeling her womb's warm walls enlarging. Jill moaned again, feeling his long shaft into her, and moved her hands along his large back, feeling his closed, soft wings. Gab nippled her neck gently, groaning slightly. That was beautiful. Every gentle but long and deep thrust of Gab made wonderful shivers go through her body. Gab moved his mouth and sucked her nipples as Jill clawed his back with passion. She could feel the pressure of her approaching orgasm and closed her eyes. Gab started to push faster and harder, groaning into her mouth., every muscle of his body hardened for the effort. Jill bent her head sideways, unable to give out any sound. Then she moved her hand to caressing his cheek and kissed him deeply. He returned her kiss at first, feeling her breast rolling again his chest every time he pushed inside her, but suddenly he removed his mouth from her face . Then he closed his eyes and stiffened, letting out a long, deep and loud groan. She felt his hot liquid squirting into her depths with strong blasts, and she came too, almost crying. Panting, Gab opened his eyes and licked her cheek gently, withdrawing his cock from her wet vagina. Jill smiled and kissed him as he lay down near her. Then the girl put her head on his sweaty chest, as he hugged her with one arm. His heart rocked her with its calm rhythm, his chest raising and lowering slowly. So Jill fell asleep immediately. The sunlight hit Jill's face, awaking her. She stirred, yawning deeply. -Good morning- Gab said. She looked up at him. He was dressed with a different vest: beep black as his skin, with a large, dark hood covering his face. She become hotter as she saw him. -Hey> she smiled. -Why didn't you awake me?- -You were sleeping so well... I didn't want to disturb you- -Where are you going?- -I saw a caravan near here. And I want to "visit" them. I can avoid the sandstorm by the sky- Jill got up immediately, ignoring her own nakedness. Gab looked at her body, amused. -Can I...Don't stare at me with this longing look!- -Sorry! You were saying...?- -Well... Can I come with you? Maybe you will need some help- -I can try to carry you. But it's better that you leave here your clothes...- -Don't be funny!- Gab laughed loudly and approached to her. And she hugged him.. -Will you stay with me?- he whispered. -You can bet it!- she murmured, grinning. -I think that I love you- -I think it too- And they kissed again. A Cold Night When my parents divorced I urged my mother to buy a new town house that came with a maintenance contract. But mother insisted that she wanted something with a little more character and finally chose a 70-year bungalow in Fairfax County, Virginia. I must admit the house had a certain retro charm but it did require several major improvements, including a new roof, attic insulation, and, to avoid putting in an expensive new furnace, electric baseboard heating. I'd try to get by to see mother about once a month when I would sleep on the couch in the living room. Although I was no Mr. Handyman, I did have a pretty good sense of how things worked so I could make minor repairs, proud to show mother that I had learned a few things after four years of engineering school. Two perennial problems were the old plumbing and the fireplace. The latter, despite having been cleaned by a chimney sweep (who also replaced the flue), remained temperamental when I would try to get a fire going in the winter. Because mother loved to watch the Turner Classic Movies channel, especially when some sophisticated 30s or 40s comedy or drama was featured, I gave her a DVD player that first Christmas in her new/old house so she could rent the oldies she loved. Often in the winter, after dinner, I'd light—or try to light—a fire and we'd curl up side by side under a blanket on the couch to watch the latest DVD mother had rented. We both loved the great actresses and suave men who appeared in these films. The dialogue was always snappy, sophisticated, and often filled with double entendres. I remember remarking once to mother how I loved the actresses with their slinky dresses and elegant cigarette holders. She agreed, remarking how the sense of subtle seductiveness had seemed to disappear from modern movies. The weather when I came to see mother on the first weekend of February was nasty. It was cold and rainy all day Saturday making it impossible to any of the little repairs I had promised to do outside. About all I could do inside was fix a couple of faulty plugs on lamps and make sure that all the weather stripping on the doors and windows was tight. "Come warm weather," I told mother, "we've got to get these drafty windows replaced by new ones with double thermal-pane." Mother made spaghetti for dinner, I started a fire, fixed a salad, opened the bottle of good Bordeaux I had brought as a gift, and we sat down to eat. After dinner, mother had a cigarette and then cleared the table while I loaded the latest DVD mother had rented, "They Met in Bombay," a comedy-drama from 1941 starring the incomparable Clark Gable and the beautiful and sultry Rosalind Russell. I tried to get a fire going, too, but it did not look promising. Mother had a flair for the dramatic, having acted in several amateur theatricals, so it was no real surprise to me when she announced that she was going to slip into something that would get her in the mood for the movie. While she was changing in her bedroom I ventured outside to try to stop the banging of a loose shutter. The weather had gotten worse: the wind had picked up and the rain was turning to sleet. As soon as I came back inside mother emerged from her bedroom dressed in sheer white silk pajamas. "You look fantastic mom," I exclaimed, "you could have stepped right out of a movie set. All you need now is a cigarette holder to complete your outfit." "Well if you buy me one, Sweetie," mother purred, "I'll use it." "That's a deal, kiddo" I quipped. We settled down under a blanket and I clicked the "play" button on the remote. It was a great movie, a wonderful bit of pre-World War II fluff before America was engulfed in a horror. Mother nestled close to me under the blanket and I could smell that she had put on perfume "It's so nice to be next to you, warm and snug," mother said, giving my hand an extra hard squeeze. At about 9:30 the electricity went off. Fortunately, mother had left burning the two candles she had set out on the table for dinner so we weren't completely blind. "Well, I guess there's nothing to do but go to bed," I sighed. Mother agreed, although neither of us was all that sleepy. In a winter storm, a poorly insulated cottage with leaky windows and no heat—the fire had petered out by then—doesn't take long to get cold—so cold that without heavy bedding, it becomes impossible to sleep. I had only one blanket on the couch. Mother had a down comforter, which wasn't a whole lot better. At what must have been about 11:00 o'clock, I called out, "It's just too damn cold to sleep. I'm going to come get in bed with you and maybe between my blanket and your comforter we can generate enough heat to get some sleep." Mother agreed and I felt my way along the wall, through the door to her bedroom, and into her bed, dragging my blanket behind me. It was pitch dark because the candles and long since burned out. I lay facing mother's back with my arms encircling her. Although we were both shaking at first, it didn't take long for our two bodies, pressed together under two layers of insulating bedding, to warm up. And as I warmed, I hardened. Mother, of course, felt my cock between her legs. I began to kiss the back of her neck and whispered in her ear, "I love your silk pajamas. You don't know how sexy you look in them. And I love the way the smell of cigarette smoke and perfume mingle in your hair. It's intoxicating." Mother and I are not big people. Mother's breasts are small which I find tremendously appealing in a woman and my cock is not large by any means. It's in proportion to my body and, thank god, fully functional and easily aroused as it was now. If I was slow, gentle, and loving, I was sure that it would fit snugly into mother's rectum. "I've got to dash to the bathroom," I suddenly announced. "Please come back as quick as you can, Sweetie," mother implored, "I need you to keep me warm." "Oh, I will, believe, mom," I answered. The bathroom door was near the bed and easy to find in the dark and the sink with the medicine cabinet above it was right across from the door. I had seen a small jar of Vaseline there and with a little fumbling found it, opened it, scoped up a gob of Vaseline in my right hand, and smeared it on my cock from head to root. As I climbed back into bed and assumed my former position, I whispered into mother's ear. "Drop you bottoms, mom, because I don't want to stain them." Surprisingly, she did so without comment. I gently opened her mouth with my left hand and began to massage her gums and the inside of her cheek. "I'm going to be very slow and gentle as I penetrate you," I whispered, giving her ear lobe a nibble. "If you feel that I'm hurting you, just bit down on my fingers and I'll stop." But mother didn't bit me but rather lowered her left hand and began stroking her pussy as I slowly entered her rectum. At the same time, I ask mother to raise herself slightly so I could cup my right hand ove one of her lovely breasts and caress the now erect nipple. I was in total ecstasy. "I want you to feel warm and loved, mom" I cried, "I want you so much. I want to fill your little ass with my cock and make love to you all night." If only I could have, but I soon reached sensory overload and shot off again and again into that forbidden tunnel. We then fell asleep with me still cupping mother's breasts and my now shrunken cock still in her rectum, though barely. It must have been about 9:00 next morning when the power came back on. We lingered in bed another hour waiting for the cottage to heat up. Mother made us coffee, lit a cigarette, and we sat down at the table looking at each other with barely suppressed smiles. " Did I ever tell you what a sexy smoker you are, Mom?" I asked. "You are so sweet to say that, " mother answered. With that, she reached over, queezed my hand, and blew a stream of smoke into my unexpected mouth. "Wow," I stuttered, "that was sexy." "You were such a naughty boy last night," mother laughed. "Gee mom," I answered, " I thought you liked the enema I gave you." "Liked it, Sweetie?" I loved it! It was the most incredible experience of my life." "God, mom, hearing you say that turns me on." "I'm so glad it does because I'm going to get the Vaseline, but this time I'm going to put it on your cock myself." I dutifully dropped my pants and mother began to apply the Vaseline to my swollen member, first making sure that my foreskin was fully pulled back as she lovingly applied the ointment to the tip of my penis, and then slowly moved down the shaft. "Easy, mom," I cried, "I don't want to have an accident before the curtain goes up." Quickly, I stepped out of my pants and stripped off my shirt. Mom disrobed almost as quickly. Then bending over her bed, she spread her luscious cheeks so that there would be no way that I could fail to miss that beckoning hole. When I was in, I helped mother upright and we switched positions so that I was sitting on the bed. She now began to move up and down and to stroke her pussy while I cupped her breasts and teased the nipples. Both of us were moaning and I was biting into her shoulder. "Oh god, this is heaven!" was all I could cry. After 10 minutes I could control myself no longer. "Mom, I'm going to cum, I can't hold back!" "Oh, come to me, come to me my sweet baby. I want to feel your warm juice deep in my ass." And cum I did, again and again. We were now ready for a real breakfast: bacon, eggs, and sticky buns--the works. Afterwards, we decided to go for a walk. The aftermath of an ice storm can be beautiful, but walking is treacherous. Mother clung to my arm as we staggered along. "You do know what we've been doing is called, don't you?" asked mother "Mom, I'm not naïve. I've read Freud's Totem and Taboo and I know all about why close inbreeding can produce genetic monsters. But I also know that you went through menopause a couple of years ago so even if I make love to you the conventional way, which I want to do so badly, there's no chance you could get pregnant." "You know mom," I continued, "even though all my friend would say that I'm totally normal, I've never been one of the guys. For one thing, it was always their mothers that I looked at, not their sisters. For another, I secretly enjoy giving conventional society the finger. So what if incest is taboo? We're both consenting adults and the thrill of forbidden fruit obviously turns us both on. And, besides, who's being hurt? You're divorced and I'm single. Let's face it, we're both outliers and we've found something special and precious that we should treasure" Mother hugged me even closer. "Let's go home now. We've got a lot more love to share." A Cold Night on Mount LeConte Topping the ridge trail at 11,000 feet the forest dropped away and I could see far off through the mountains into North Carolina in one direction and into Tennessee in the other. I consulted my map and headed down in search of the bear-proof shelter where I planned on spending the night and after about a half hour I could see its understated shed-like elegance nestled in the snowy, winter woods. It was unusual to be the only person in the shelter and there might be others arriving so I set my foam pad and sleeping bag up in a corner out of the way, fired up my camp stove and made dinner. I read for a while then took off my clothes down to my polypro long johns, crawled into my -20 down bag and began to doze off. It must have been nearly midnight when the girls arrived. They told excitedly how they'd been chased by a bear and lost some gear including one of their sleeping bags. One of the girls was also minus her pack and she still had on relatively light clothing from her hike up the trail with very little to keep her warm for the freezing temps expected overnight. I carry very little on my lone hikes so I really didn't feel that I had any way to help out. They settled in and I could hear them trying to get comfortable but their one remaining, girl-sized mummy bag was too tight a fit for them both. I think they flipped a coin and one of the girls eventually ended up sitting, shivering huddled on the wooden bench to wait out the night. At one point I saw her shimmy completely out of her clothes down to her bare, goose bumped skin to put on a set of silk long johns so that she could be properly layered for the cold night ahead and I must say that by the light of her headlamp, I got some interesting flashes of her slimly- muscled, athletic young body standing gracefully on one foot, the dim light glinting off her breasts, round tummy and ass. I rolled over and dozed off again to wake at about 2am. The temps had really dropped and I could see that the stars were shining brightly above the woods. The girl had not made much headway with her bedtime preparations and I could hear her shifting around uncomfortably. Her partner was snoring; you couldn't really blame her much. It was all just bad luck. I was concerned so I whispered to the girl, whose name was Jan, to come over and warm up. "HHHHHow?", she chattered. "This bag is big enough for two if you don't mind and really warm.", I offered. There was a moment or two of silence then I could see her face closer in the shadows. "Are you ssssssure? I feel like such a newb ggggetting mmmmessed up like ttttthis." "No problem.", I said as I unzipped the bag partway to admit my new boarder. "Just a sssec.", she said and I could see her in the dim light as she stripped of her bulky fleece clothes down to her silk underlayer. She slid into the down bag with her back to me and immediately crushed her cold, shaking body against mine for warmth. "TTTThanks a llllot", she chattered, "I'm ffffreeeeeezing." She worked her way deeper into my warmth. I wrapped my arm over her. The narrow confines of the bag had our bodies pressed together so closely that I could feel every feature and curve of her body though her thin silk. I gathered her in. She was shivering hard so I began to rub my hands up and down her body to get her circulation going. She moaned and her teeth chattered. Her cold nipples were as hard a little pebbles under the silk as my hands brushed her breasts and she ground her buttocks into my crotch for more warmth. Eventually she began to shake less as the sleeping bag warmed up and got really toasty. Fatigue from the day crept up on us both and we dozed off spooned together in the warmth. I woke in the dark. An owl hooted nearby and the other girl was sawing logs steadily on the other side of the enclosure. I was slowly becoming more and more aware of the way my cock pressed into the cleft of Jan's warm, silk-covered buttocks and realized that the boner I was getting was unavoidable. Jan was sleepily trying to change her position in the now toasty hot bag and the pressure of my thickening cock caused her to move her hips in a way that only seemed to make my cock strain more insistently against her thin silk pants. She whispered sleepily, "This sleeping bag sure is small." and laughed quietly, pressing back more firmly against me. My hand, draped over her hip stroked across her silk covered tummy to cup her breast. I could feel her firm nipple and I pressed it lightly between my fingers and was rewarded as a quiver went through her from head to toe. She squirmed against me deliciously as I kicked off my polypro long johns. My cock, now free, pressed unrestrained against the thin silk underneath Jan's soft buttocks. She moaned and rolled over to face me then shimmied enticingly out of her pink silk and pressed the length of her luscious young body against mine. I sank into the bag to suck her nipple into my mouth and roll it with my tongue. My fingers trailed over her buttock and then underneath to sink deep into her warm, wet groove all the way to the knuckles. She gasped, her legs parted slightly and I moved forward so that I could work the head of my throbbing cock slowly back and forth over her juicy little slit. She rolled her hips so that just the thick head of my cock pushed into her juicy swollen, pussy lips then pulled slowly out, over and over and over, teasing us both into a frenzy of lust until I just had to slide the full length of my cock deep into her hot slippery pussy mound. My belly came up against her, rhythmically pressing her clit and her hips rolled and thrashed as my cock jerked and strained into her quivering pussy. I rolled on top of her, working my cock into her heat deeper and deeper until I completely lost control, my jerking cock jetting a hot load of cum into her furiously writhing, heaving body. I was still buried in her loins as we passed out together in the sleeping bag . I woke to fuck her hard twice more before dawn. That morning, her friend Allie woke and smiled to see us both sitting up in the sleeping bag sipping some tea. "I thought that would happen!", she laughed. We all decided to hike together for the next week. Allie and Jan were share and share alike so the next night Jan got Allie's bag and Allie bunked with me. But that's another story. A Cold Night "Good" he said as now I felt him moving the ice cube down to my pussy lips. My legs twitched in response as it moved, and when I felt how slippery the ice cube was against my lips I realized how wet I was. Not just wet from the ice cube, but I could feel my own hot juices around my mound. Suddenly I felt the ice cube nudging inside my pussy. I let out a screaming beg, "No Master please! Please don't put that inside me!" "Shut up bitch" he ordered. I was silent in terms of words, but my groans sustained. I twitched and squirmed as I felt the ice cube slide between my lips and inside me. The cold stung my sensitive inner walls and then quickly melting juices were dripping down my leg. The freezer door opened and shut quickly before I felt another shock of coldness press against my ass cheeks once more. He spread my cheeks and teased my ass hole with the coldness in which I shuddered. I was dying to clench my ass cheeks and not let him in but I knew this would only cost me more punishment. He waited until the unfrozen water started dripping down my ass cheeks before pushing the rest of the solid into my ass hole in which I screamed. I had tears in the corner of my eyes from the sting of the coldness. Then I felt my legs fall loose from the table legs and felt my thong slide all the way down. Then Master told me to look in his direction. He was standing by the sink with the thong in his hand. He ran it under the water and threw it in the freezer. My eyes widened in fear of having to put it on again. "This is so it is much colder the next time I want you to wear it. It will last longer as well." By all of this I knew he was EXTREMELY upset with me, for this was a harsh punishment...and yet I was guiltily turned on by it. My pussy was dripping with a mixture of hot and ice cold juices and my nipples were so hard from both the cold and the turn on. Finally he untied me completely after asking if the ice cube inside was completely melted (and I had told him yes). He grabbed another ice cube and handed it to me and told ME to hold it on my clit. If I were to move it away once I would be punished. I took hold of the ice cube and held it against my clit, squirming at first and then trying to relax a little more. He then ordered me to go upstairs to his bedroom. I walked up the stairs with the cold water dripping from my legs and pussy, and I knew Master was directly behind me, for I could feel his eyes penetrating my ass, and his hand would occasionally give me a good hard slap. I went up to his room and he ordered me to lie on the bed. He tied me down to the bed immediately, taking the ice cube from my hand and nudging it into my clit in a position where it would stay. He obviously couldn't hold back his urge anymore as he took off his towel that was still around his waist. My legs were spread wide for him and my clit was dripping wet in both senses. He pulled up on top of me and I felt his cock teasing my pussy lips. My hips thrust down at him and he smirked and pulled away. I groaned in disappointment when suddenly I felt a gush of wetness underneath my ass and knew that the ice cube that was nudged inside there had just melted completely. He smiled when he noticed and then rammed his hard cock into me immediately. The hard and unexpected thrust shocked me with some pain but then it started feeling good. I tried thrusting with him but I could barely go anywhere being all tied up, spread eagle. He started getting me real worked up, occasionally moving the ice cube over my clit so I would remember it was there, and he knew it was getting me turned on, despite the stinging sensation I felt that made me squirm. Suddenly I felt myself right on the edge of cumming and began asking for permission. "Oh Master, please may I cum?" He smiled and said, "Umm....no." "Ohhh, Master pleeeeease I need to so bad!" I begged. He said again, more sternly now, "No, bitch, now be quiet." I stopped my begging and was thinking of anything I could to not cum. I was held on the edge for what seemed like an eternity, and I could've sworn I was about to cum any second when suddenly he ripped out of me. As he was sliding out my body instinctively thrust towards him wanting more, but nothing came back and I groaned in disappointment. He smirked, knowing this was good punishment to refuse what I wanted. As he was looking down at me he then told me "I have a surprise for you, pet." I waited all tied up and 2 minutes later Master came up holding a bucket. I heard swishing and clunking...knowing that due to this theme that it was ice and water. He untied me and ordered me to go lay in the tub. I did as told, and I knew he wanted my legs up on each corner so my pussy was exposed and I hung my arms over the edge. He came in with the bucket and pulled out an ice cube and rested it right below my breast and took another doing the same. Then he said, "oops, I almost forgot my own treat." He disappeared only to return 30 seconds later with a tub of ice cream and a spoon. The tub was wide enough for both of us to fit inside and I scooted up as he climbed in at my feet. He took a scoop of the ice cream and lathered it over my pussy and on top of my clit. I squirmed a little but he tapped the side of my thigh and told me not to move. I obeyed and waited as I felt him just piling the ice cream on. Then he took a scoop and put each scoop of ice cream on my breasts, my nipples hardening instantly. He put the ice cream aside and then began licking the ice cream off. I didn't feel it at all, except the melting ice cream dripping down between my lips until finally I felt the heat of his tongue up against my pussy. I moaned and felt his tongue pushing the melted ice cream inside my pussy with his tongue. The heat and the cold turned me on in an instant and I felt myself thrusting at him once more. He slapped my ass again and enforced, "I told you not to move!" I nodded quickly just enjoying his tongue up against my clit and my pussy lips. Finally all the ice cream was gone and I felt him licking up the stream of melted ice cream from my breasts. He licked up to them and hungrily licked and bit at the ice cream on my breasts, until once more I felt his hot tongue coinciding with the cold ice cream. I moaned as I felt myself getting wetter and wetter and he began sucking on my tits now. He flicked his tongue against my hard sensitive nipples and occasionally bit at one. I moaned and then he went back down to my pussy, just to make sure all was clean. He lapsed his tongue crazily over my pussy lips and I felt myself close to the edge once more. "Oh, Master I need to come, may I come?" "Nope," was his only response. I tried so hard not to cum and he could tell I was right there, gripping at the sides of the tub and my legs locked. "If you come," he threatened, "you will be punished severely. Trust me, you won't enjoy it." I nodded and stared at the ceiling in hopes it would help. Right when I felt myself ready to he jerked away just like last time. I let out a groan in disappointment and then he stood up, helping me to my feet. He turned on the water of the tub, thankfully some warm water and he bathed me thoroughly. I was so happy and relieved at the warm water, though at first it felt burning hot because I had been so cold all night, but I felt very thankful to my Master and felt completely his especially at that moment: A good hard punishment, followed by passion and care for me. He cleaned me up and then he even dried most of me off. Once I was all dry he told me to go put the dress on again and he found me another thong that had a slot for my pussy to slip through. I put it on and then he told me we were going out for a little bit of fun. We went to a local club and began dancing with each other, having what seemed to be a normal night when we were there. Finally as we were resting he told me he wanted to fuck me again. I asked him where and he said right there bent over the table. I gave him a discomforted look and then asked, "Well where else could we possibly do it, pet?" I offered me riding him on his lap, and he agreed. He sat on the chair, taking out his cock and I sat over his lap with my pussy pressing through the slot of the thong, still incredibly wet from before as well as wet from our fun grinding we did on the floor. I began riding smoothly until I felt him jerk me down with his hands on my hips and I knew he wanted it hard, and noticeably. I looked around nervously but soon forgot about the room around us as I rode him harder and faster REALLY getting into it. My tits bounced in my dress, and he undid the back around my neck and pulled the top down so he could play with them. He groped at them hard, using them as levers to help guide me down on his cock harder and deeper. I began moaning without realizing how loud I was and felt myself build up again. I again asked for permission only to be shot down once more. I kept going, still on the edge and moaning loudly, caring less and less about the dancers around us until finally he ordered me off. "Please can I continue?" I begged. "Nope, get off me, pet." I frowned and got off of him as told. His rejecting me only turned me on more, and I wished so much just to jump on him again, but I held back. He decided it was best to go home so we went back to his place and as soon as we got there I asked if he wanted anything else. "Well first I want those damn clothes off of you" I smiled and gladly stripped down to nothing and he picked me up and placed me on the couch on my stomach. "Spread those ass cheeks for me baby, and bend over" he said and I gladly reached back and spread them for him as I bent myself over. Almost as soon as I did I felt him thrust inside my ass hard and pulling back on my hair. I moaned with pleasure feeling the burning sensation in my ass, and his cock filling me up. He pounded me for what seemed like forever, but I didn't care for I quite enjoyed it. I moaned with each pull of my hair and each ram of his cock in my ass until once more I felt myself ready to cum. "Please..." I began begging but before I could get the words out he said "no" I was then afraid he wouldn't let me cum all night. He kept going and I couldn't help but beg more, "Please Master I really need to!" "NO!" he demanded right back at me. Finally he thrust out with me so hard that it burned and my body jerked in his direction. He left the room, in which I was slightly confused and let down. I heard him in the bathroom, with the water running, but didn't know what it was he was doing. He left the bathroom, headed towards the kitchen, and came back with his fist clenched. I feared he went and gathered the thong. When he got back into the room, he ordered, "Please me" I knew what he meant. I got off the couch and down on my knees in front of him. That's when I figured out that he had gone to the bathroom to rinse off his cock with hot water. He knew going from ass to mouth was a major limit and he wasn't going to force me to take it tonight. He teased my lips with the tip of his cock. I flicked my tongue over the tip and seconds later found myself sucking ravenously on his cock. I moaned to give him more sensation and I gagged on him occasionally. He moaned and informed me that I was allowed to cum once he had. He handed me what an ice cube, which was melting in his hand, and ordered me to hold it on my clit with my other hand. I was so relieved to hear I could cum, but I knew that I had to while being in much discomfort. The thought of it frightened me, but also excited me and I was so turned on, it made me suck him harder and faster until I felt his load spurting into my mouth with such force that I was forced off. I swallowed it down as quickly as possible as the left over cum in his cock spurted over my face. "Clean yourself up, pet, and then you may come." I quickly wiped my face and licked my fingers clean and then got back on the couch in which he thrusted his cock back into my pussy. He was still pretty hard and kept going faster and faster, ordering me to cum now. I built up more intense than I ever thought I would and exploded over his cock as he rammed it in and held it there so he could feel me pulsing around him. I moaned and squirmed in such pleasure, and afterwards lay there motionless. He smiled and kissed my cheek. "That was quite intense, pet." I nodded, so exhausted I didn't even open my eyes. He rested inside of my pussy for the next 10 minutes, letting me recover from the intense orgasm. He let me clean up a little bit before putting my regular clothes back on and also informed me that the next time I let some guys at my house that that thong in the freezer would be enforced more strictly. We kissed good night, and I drove home in such a daze, wishing I could stay with my Master the rest of the night.