2 comments/ 15918 views/ 7 favorites For the Love of Master By: elianaliora Master said to me the other day, "Tell me pet – what kind of fuckpig are you?" I'm the kind of fuckpig who . . . wakes up next to You while You lie soundly asleep next to me. I move carefully so I don't wake you, sliding under the covers, positioning my head between Your sleeping Cock and the bedsheets. I take my tongue and slowly lick your pee-hole, slowly – very slowly – sucking the Head of Your Cock into my mouth. I keep slowly sucking until Your entire Cock is inside my mouth, my nose buried in Your belly. I feel Your Cock harden inside my mouth; feel You start to move as You awaken to the feeling of my warm, wet, black cuntmouth wrapped around Your white Cock. I slowly suck up and down Your shaft; You widen Your legs and I move to position myself between them so I have access to Your engorged Balls. I keep slowly sucking up and down Your length, swirling my tongue around the tip of Your Cock – listening. Listening to find out out what kind of fuck Master wants. Will He awaken and force my head down on His Cock, calling me a dirty cock-hungry whore? Or will He relax and just let me take care of Him? When I feel the breeze of the sheet being pulled back, and I hear You exhale "pearl . . . ." I have my answer. I keep sucking slowly, and I take my right hand and cup Your Balls. Then I move my right hand down and start to rub my clit. It's a calculated risk, because I don't have permission. But I know how much You love the vibrations on Your Cock when I moan onto it while I'm sucking You off. When You don't stop me, I continue – but I will not let myself cum. I know there is only so far I can push You. I moan onto Your Cock, and I can hear Your breathing quicken. When I get too close to cumming I stop rubbing my engorged and aching clit and I move my index finger down to Your taint and massage the space between Your Balls and Your asshole. You moan deeply and start to thrust involuntarily from underneath. I adjust my sucking to match Your thrusts. I can tell You want to cum; that You're getting close. I suck deep, taking Your Cock into the back of my throat, my finger pushing just near Your pucker. I feel Your hand clamp down on my head, feel Your whole body shudder and hear You cry out my name as You cum hard deep inside my mouth. I pull out slowly, feeling Your aftershocks on my lips. I lick my saliva off of Your Balls, and then I hear You say "Come here." I move up to lie down next to You. I kiss You and say, "Did that please You, Master? Is there anything else I can do for You?" You tell me, "put a finger in your asshole and make Yourself cum." You doze off just as You hear me cum next to You saying, "Thank You Master!" I'm the kind of fuckpig who . . . While you're watching t.v., I get hungry for Your white Cock. I am on the floor with my head on Your knee. I whimper and whine, but You make it clear that You want to finish watching Your show. I request permission to leave the room and You grant it. I go into the toy-chest in the playroom and grab a couple of things. When I get near the doorway, I drop to my knees and crawl naked toward You. You look at me and I can see You stifle a laugh. I have Your crop in my teeth, a butt-plug tucked behind one ear, and a small tube of lube behind the other. I drop everything at Your feet and I prostrate myself in front of You on my knees, arms outstretched forward, ass up, head down. You sigh, "fucking slut. . . ." I hear the television stop and sense your movement. Suddenly I feel the sharp sting of the crop on my ass. It makes me jump. "Topping from the bottom cunt?" Several more sharp stings. "No Master! I need Your fuck; I need Your Cock inside my holes. Please use Your fuckpig? Please Master?" "You want to be used, cunt? You go it." You order me to position myself so I'm on my knees facing the sofa. You order me to open my cuntmouth and when I do You surprise me by shoving the butt-plug in it! You order me to put my arms behind me and I do; then I feel the cold lube drip down to my asshole. Then I feel Your hard Cock burrow into my black tightness. It hurts -- but feeling so owned feels good, too. You pound my asshole for a while, and I bite down on the butt plug, my groans muffled by Your gag. My arms are being pulled behind me, the side of my face is buried in the sofa, my cheek feeling the rug-burn. When You pull out I feel such sweet relief. You let go of my arms and pull the butt-plug out of my mouth. Then I feel the crop. Whack! Whack! Whack! Short and sharp over and over on my ass, my thighs, my back. "Who is Master here, You black fuckpig?" "MasterG is Master!" I shout, the stings burning all over, tears beginning to flow. "Do You get to decide when You get fucked?" "No, MasterG!" "Who is the cunt around here and who is the Master?" "vicky is the cunt! MasterG is Master – her only Master!" Then I apologize over and over again. The cropping stops and then I feel Your Cock enter my cunt. You start to ram fuck Your cunt and You order me not to cum, but Your thick white Cock feels so good inside my tight black cunt. I can feel my cunt juices sliding down my thighs. I can feel myself get close; I beg You to let me cum and You tell me no. But then Your Cock hits that spot again and I go right over the edge. I cum hard, apologizing, panting. But You keep going and I cum again without permission. Everything hurts except my cunt, and Your Cock feels so good. Then You cum, smacking me playfully on my ass. "Such a fucking slut – You know You owe Me for those two cums, right?" I turn to face You and I clean off Your Cock with my cuntmouth; the Cock that had been in my asshole and then my cunt. "Now you've been inside all my holes, Master –Your totally owned slut. Thank You for abusing Your cunt, MasterG – and keeping her in her place." You kiss me lovingly on the forehead saying, "My pearl . . . ." I'm the kind of fuckpig who . . . sitting in the car next to You while You're driving slowly takes her right hand and rubs it up and down Your thigh. Then I run it over Your Cock, feeling Your Cock harden under my fingertips. I lean over and say, "Please Master – may Your cockwhore suck Your Cock?" You start to look for a place to pull over while I start to undo Your pants so I can slip my hand inside and touch Your hard white Cock. I lick my lips while I stroke it, saying, "Mmmm . . . Master. You have the yummiest Cock. I can't wait to have Your Cock inside my cuntmouth." You pull over to a secluded spot and don't say a word. But You lift Your hips to help me pull Your pants all the way down so I can get full access to Your beautiful Cock. I suck hard and deep. You push my head down so You can feel the head of Your Cock in the back of my throat. I gag and I use the extra saliva to lube my hand as I work it and my mouth up and down Your thick shaft until You cum. I clean up Your balls, licking while You shudder from what's left of Your cum. I help You put Your trousers back on and before we go I ask permission to cum. You say yes – but only if I hike up my dress and spread my legs and cum next to You while You are driving. So that anyone might be able to look over and see me playing with my cunt. See what a fucking fuckpig I am – a fuckpig that is totally Owned by You. I'm the kind of fuckpig who. . . . buys you a wireless bullet remote-controlled vibrator as a gift. You keep it in the box for over a week – teasing and frustrating me. One night We have plans to attend an intimate dinner party. As I begin to dress You tell me I must wear a dress with no panties. You insert the bullet in my cunt and walk out of the room. Suddenly it starts to pulse; I moan audibly. I hear you laugh as you come back into the room. "Cunt will have to keep quiet tonight or she will be punished," You say just before kissing me and taking my hand to leave. In the car on the way to the party You try out the different bullet settings; some pulse, some vibe; some faster, some slower. It's driving me crazy -- making me squirm and whimper in the seat next to You. Once when my right hand involuntarily slides down my dress toward my cunt to get some relief You grab my wrist hard. "If you touch what's mine without permission, slut, I won't let You cum for a week." I whimper and sit on my hands for the rest of the drive. After We arrive We have a few cocktails and mingle. I bite my tongue in the middle of conversations when the vibe ignites my cunt periodically. Every time the bullet goes off I glance over at You from across the room, my eyes glazed over and pleading. You either smile or ignore me altogether. At dinner it's more of the same. I start to squirm in my chair when the pulses become too much, and Your hand clamps down on my thigh underneath the table – a silent warning. It's hard to eat and drink but I do because I have to maintain appearances and I want to avoid being disciplined. But my clit is screaming for relief; my cunt aching to be fucked. When the host and hostess propose prolonging the evening with board games I give You a desperate please-no-Master look. You turn to the host and hostess and thank them for a lovely evening but say We need to leave. In the car as we pull away I feel the vibrator start to pulse. I turn to You to beg You to stop; to beg You to take me home and fuck me – but all I can manage to get out is "please . . . please – Master . . . please." The pulsing quickens, and as You drive away You say, "cum, My pearl – cum for Your Master." I let go and cum over and over. My right hand gripping the door, my left squeezing Your bicep as I cry out from the release. I'm so lost in my orgasmic rush that I hardly notice that the car has stopped moving. My door swings open and Your hand reaches under my dress to remove the bullet. Then You extend Your hand to me and I step out of the car, my legs wobbly from aftershocks. You tell me to bend over the hood. I hear You unbuckle Your belt; I feel the draft as You lift my dress up, exposing my bare ass and cunt. You tell me to open my mouth and the belt is placed between my teeth. I bite down when I feel Your hard Cock ram into my dripping wet cunt. You pound Your fuckslut's cunt over and over again. The belt stifles my moans. The relief is extraordinary; I cum over and over on Your Cock, my tight fuckhole squeezing Your thick Cock. You cum hard and fast, grabbing my hair and snapping my head backward. I let the belt fall from my lips panting, "Thank You MasterG. Thank You for letting Your slut cum." You pull me toward You and whisper in my ear, "Thank you for My new toy. It's almost as fun as you are."