0 comments/ 7755 views/ 0 favorites Thankful For By: Horati0Baccus If the stocks hadn't been holding Raven's head and arms in place she would have fallen to the ground. She was bruised and bloody and breathing hurt almost as much as standing. Raven didn't know where she ended and where Horatio Baccus's submissive victim began but she knew the latter was nothing she had ever imagined becoming but could not imagine going back to who she was before. How could she, never mind all the other frightening things she had found pleasure in since meeting this man, her master, how could she back after what had happened to her tonight. He wasn't done yet either. He circled her, his olive skin and dark eyes looking over her form. The buckskin loin cloth at her waist was askew and the long black braids that had been adorned with beads and feathers as they had watched the parade that morning were now half unraveled from being grabbed and pulled while she was fucked. Her arms, trembling from the stress of being in one position so long, were covered in whelps still bandaged by the candle wax that had created them. Her face itched from the dried cum and her stomach churned restlessly having been given nothing to ingest but live semen for hours on end. Her head swam from fatigue and blood loss and still those wide wild eyes told her she was not yet done. He had called her over and handed her costume. When she had put on the rough leather loin cloth and bikini top and the various hair accessories she knew she was in for a little erotic role play but expected it to be more playful, not a literal inquisition. Hanging there now she felt silly to have ever expected the almost normal morning of them sitting and watching the parade to last. He had almost looked humorous in his long black wool ministers coat, buckled shoes, and powder wig. There was no humor to it when the last float had gone by and they headed into his room where she was greeted to the sight of the worn wooden stocks. And now wearing only coat and the wig slightly askew she felt nothing but fear and shameful desire at what he might demand of her next. She obeyed because that was her place; she endured because that was her pleasure. Raven was a sub and loved every degraded second. "Dear Lord we ask you to forgive this savage harlot for her lifetime of heathen sacrament and primitive rituals. In light of her penance paid this day oh lord we ask that you offer her your grace and mercy so that she might find herself a child of the Lord. And now let the penitent child speak her gratitude for her many acts of attrition this day. Speak to the Lord child, give thanks for those acts which have brought you closer to his infinite mercy." Raven took a deep shuddering breath. Would this be last indignity of the night? "Oh lord I am thankful for thine messenger and his cock which he so forcefully shoved in my ass." "I am thankful thy messenger's whip which he so mercilessly flayed my back and backside with." "I am thankful for thy messenger's razor that he so cruelly slashed my inner thighs with? "I am thankful for the sweat and juices that flowed from my ravaged heathen body into the cuts, thy messenger carved with his razor." "I am thankful for the candles whose wax seared my skin when they messenger poured them upon my arms." "I am thankful for thy messenger's five Deacon's who helped ravage my heathen body." "I am thankful for the seed of these godly men upon my face and in my belly." "I am thankful for the strength to have endured my attrition and not succumb to the pleasures of the flesh." These last lines of gratitude were the hardest to utter as even now she ached for the release he had denied her. She had been tortured, sodomized, and gang fucked and not allowed to cum. She had seen the other men in the mirror her master had placed in front of her. Raven didn't know if he had let his friends fuck her or just put out a random call on line for well endowed perverts but she had had six large dicks in both her holes that day and he had yet to even ask her if she wanted to come much less given her permission. Her body ached from the tension and so much else. "And are you now ready to receive the mercy of the Lord and his messenger and experience the delights of salvation?" "If the messenger believes I am worthy then I would receive it." Raven practically sobbed the words. The torture was not over but at least some relief was due. Her master stepped over and unlocked the stocks and raised the top bar. He wrapped his arms around her body and lowered her to the floor. She sat there leaning against the wall feeling stinging and soreness, rawness and wrongness, and an unyielding want for more." She couldn't lower her arms or her neck; the muscles which had so longed to be free were now frozen and daggers of white hot pain shot through them every time she tried to force them to move. She felt like a marionette hung by her puppet strings arms raised but hanging limply as well. He knelt between her legs and with one expertly dexterous thumb began rubbing her clit. Unable to brace herself with her arms her writhing rubbed her whip tattered back against the wall. Her muscles screamed in agony as her body reflexively tried to move them. Her hips continued to buck tearing open the healing wounds on her ass and back and she cried out loudly as two fingers sank into her aching hole. The penetration was like fire against the raw tissue but her aching muscles longed for something to clench against to release the titanic explosive that had built in her over the days torture. The rubbing and pushing, the tearing and stinging soon built to a sensory overload. Her vision went black her breath caught in her throat and at once all the world seemed to disappear then with brilliance and explosive force she was filled with pleasure beyond her reckoning. She writhed and jerked as her body released more hot stinging juices over the raw and lacerated flesh. Finally she slid fully on the floor unable to move or speak but still conscious, still fully aware of the sensations both ambrosial and agonizing that conspired to render her unable to interact or to even comprehend what else was going in the world beyond her own tortured synapses. In that perfect moment Raven knew only that she was a sub and that she was thankful for every degrading second of it. Thankful for Getting Stuffed All characters in this story are over the age of 18 and somewhat fictional. *** So here it was, Thanksgiving Day, and I found myself in a strange man's bathroom, with my pantyhose pulled down around my knees, my dress hiked up over my hips, and that strange man's cock sliding in and out of my pussy. Well, in truth, he wasn't a complete stranger ... he was my boyfriend's father and I had met him two hours prior. But I'm getting ahead of myself, let me start at the beginning. My name is Tiffany. I'm a sophomore at the University of Colorado, as is my boyfriend Dave. Dave and I have been going steady for only a few weeks. To be honest, I wasn't quite sure if we were a couple, because Dave still hadn't found his way into my pants yet. Oh, we had done some heavy petting during late night study sessions in the common room, but for some reason, Dave was taking the relationship real slow. Dave is very shy, something I found endearing at the start, but honestly, I had been getting downright frustrated in recent days. Perhaps that's why things progressed as they did. It was Thanksgiving break and Dave had invited me to his parents home in Boulder. I'm an east coast girl, with no family nearby, so I happily agreed. It was a much preferred alternative to eating Thanksgiving dinner alone on campus. I dressed up for the occasion -- both to impress Dave and his parents. You never know who your futures might be, right? I was wearing a high-waisted, floral pattern skirt that I had designed myself. It accented my skinny waist, plump little ass, and long, slender legs perfectly. I complimented it with a long-sleeved, tie-front blouse, tan pantyhose, and black, high-heeled pumps. I had just finished applying the last of my make-up, when someone knocked at my dorm room door. That would be Dave. I gave myself one last look in the mirror. I towered 5'10" in my pumps and twirled to see how the outfit moved with my 36C-27-36 frame. The skirt swished and swayed, while the blouse clung sensibly. I liked it. My long, brown hair tangled down over my shoulders. I thought about putting it up in a bun when Dave knocked again. "A waiting man is a wanting man," I smirked to my reflection. I crossed the room and opened the door. Dave looked me up and down and whistled approvingly. I smiled, melted into his arms and gave him kiss. Dave pulled me in closer, not letting the kiss go, and let his hands roam slowly down my back. As the kiss lengthened and our tongues met, I could feel my nipples harden and poke against my blouse. I straddled Dave's knee and started to rub myself against him. I tore myself away, a little breathless, and said, "My roomy's gone to her parents, do you want to come in?" Dave stiffened suddenly. His hands stopped roaming across my ass, and he stepped out of my embrace. "Oh, we need to scoot, Tiffany, or we're going to be late for dinner." I pouted. "You look great, by the way," I smiled, but didn't tell him I wanted nothing more than to be late for Thanksgiving dinner. I grabbed my coat from the back of the door, my purse from the bed, and stepped out into the hall arm-in-arm with Dave. Dave is handsome, like a J. Crew catalogue clothing model. He's muscular and fit, with short blond hair and startling blue eyes. And he's every bit a gentleman, opening my side of the Jeep door first and closing it behind me. It was a 30-minute drive to his parent's house, and we made small talk all the way there. I admitted I was a little nervous. "Oh, don't be, Tiffany," Dave said, his hand squeezing my knee to reassure me. "It's just Mom, Dad, my sister Becka and my grandparents." I squirmed a little in my seat, hoping his hand would hike a bit higher on my thigh. I spread my legs apart, so my skirt rose slightly, but his hand didn't budge. Instead, his eyes stayed on the road, and he droned on about how his parents were looking forward to meeting me, and his grandparents were ... I didn't quite hear the rest. I was teasing my nipples to hardness under my leather jacket, tracing their edges with my forefinger and thumb. My eyes were closed, my nipples were hard, and I was damp between my legs. It really wouldn't take much to set me off, perhaps if Dave just caressed a little higher ... The Jeep squealed to a stop and my eyes flew open. We were parked in front of a large folk Victorian styled house with a spacious yard. Dave was out of the Jeep and coming round to my side. I quickly smoothed my skirt back down, gathered my purse, and smiled as he opened the door for me. Dave's parents were already at the door, ready to greet us. "Mom, Dad, this is Tiffany. Tiffany, this is my Mom and Dad." "Oh, it's so nice to meet you, Tiffany. Dave has been telling us all about you this semester." I was blushing profusely at the compliment and couldn't help notice how intensely Dave's father was looking at me. Nor could I help notice how handsome he was. He was tall and muscular, like Dave, but more rugged. Hair was mostly brown, silver in areas, and he had those same, piercing blue eyes. I"m Doris," Dave's mom shook my hand, "and this is my husband, Frank." "Nice to meet you both," I smiled sweetly, following her and Dave into the house. Frank closed the door behind us. I was taking off my coat when I felt Frank goose me from behind. "I'll take your coat," he said, helping me out of the leather jacket. "Dave, yours, too." Dave hadn't noticed, and honestly, I wasn't sure myself. Had he bumped into me while trying to help me out of my coat? No, that wasn't a bump. His hand definitely poked right between my ass cheeks! As he took my coat, our eyes met, and he winked at me. My heart fluttered quickly in my chest. He turned and walked down a hallway with our coats. I so desperately wanted to walk after him, but turned to follow Dave and his mom into the kitchen instead. "Can I help you with anything?" Dave's sister, Becka, was in the kitchen, mashing up a large pot of potatoes. She looked a year or two younger than Dave, with long blond hair, a beautiful face, and gorgeous white teeth. "Hi, Tiffany. I'm Becka, Dave's sister. I think we're all set here. Bird is in the oven, for another five minutes, dinner should be on the table in ten. You guys are just in time!" Dave mocked wiping a brow of sweat from his forehead, then grinned at me. I grinned back. "Where are Grammy and Grampy?" Dave asked, giving his sister a kiss on the cheek. A twinge of jealousy flared in me. Yeah, I guess I was falling for this boy. "Where else? They're playing with the Wii," Becka laughed, nodding to the adjacent TV room. Dave grabbed my hand, and led me to the next room. I noticed that Dave's grandparents were spry and also good-looking, even in their twilight years. They were playing a game of Wii tennis, and it was amusing to watch them dance about the room. 'Dave and I are going to make beautiful babies,' was the first thought in my head. I mean honestly, every member of his family, young or old, was gorgeous. "Oh, David, there you are! I'll give you a kiss after a beat your grandfather. And where's your girl?" She turned to see me standing at the entrance, "Oh, there you are. Pretty thing, aren't you?" "Ha!" Grampa yelled. "Fifteen, fifteen." Grandma's attention returned to the game. "Oh, that's not fair, I was looking over my shoulder, you rascal!" She swatted him on his bum with her Wii remote. "Hey, I need to get the points anyway I can get 'em!" Dave's grandfather turned to face me now, "Hello, pretty lady." "This is Tiffany," Dave introduced me. "Tiffany, my grandparents." Dave walked into the room, sitting down at the couch to watch the two pair off. I was about to go cozy up next to him when someone stepped up close behind me. I looked over my should and saw Dave's father. He winked, I smiled, and for some reason decided to not move so quickly to the couch. The grandparents were back in their match, eyes glued to the television. Dave's attention was on the match, too. One of Frank's hands came to rest on my shoulder, the other hand reached around to cup my right breast. The move was so bold and so sudden, I just froze. His left hand massaged my shoulder softly, while his right hand probed the surface of my blouse, looking for the tell-tale evidence that I wasn't wearing a bra. He was rewarded with proof in an instant, as my nipples swelled and poked against the fabric. I closed my eyes, conflicted. I didn't want him to stop, but I certainly didn't think THIS was appropriate. My boyfriend -- his son -- was less than 10' in front of us. His parents were just on the other side of the couch, and his wife and daughter were in the next room. Reflexively, I found my hands reaching behind my back, groping for the bulge at the front of his pants. I realized only too late that this was encouraging him, not discouraging him. The motion caused my back to arch and my full breasts jutted forward more. Frank lowered his other hand, cupping both of my breasts and squeezing my nipples between forefinger and thumb. "Dinner!" Becka called from the other room. Franks hands dropped immediately, and he stepped to my side, giving me a pat on my derriere as he did so. "Okay, you two Wii addicts, that's the dinner call," Frank said. "Oh, one more match," Grandma begged, still swatting at the virtual tennis ball with her Wii controller. Frank and Dave both laughed. "You're worse than the kids! Dinner first. We'll have plenty of time to work off that Turkey afterwards." Reluctantly, the grandparents paused the game and we all filed into the kitchen. I was still trying to wrap my head around what just happened. I leaned comfortably against Dave as he took my hand and guided me to the table. Dinner smelled wonderful, and the table was set like a Norman Rockwell painting. Doris had set the turkey at the head end, and pulled out a chair for Dave's Grandfather. "Grampa, will you carve the bird?" "Of course I will. You don't think I'd trust the lot of you with a knife this size, do you?" Dave's grandfather held a large knife menacingly. I saw Becka and Dave roll their eyes, and thought this quote must happen every Thanksgiving. Dave sat between myself and his grandmother. Doris and Becka sat on the opposite side of the table, and Frank sat at the opposite head of the table from Grandpa. We started passing around plates and platters of food. "Frank, will you say Grace?" Doris asked. Frank nodded and bowed his head. We all did the same, although I nearly jumped when I felt Frank's hand rest upon my knee under the table. "Dear Lord, thank you for this bounty ..." Frank's hand squeezed my knee. "... for which we are about to receive. We are thankful for all the gifts that you bring into our house ..." His hand started to slide up my leg, causing goosebumps to ripple down my arms. "... and particularly the joy of bringing together family and new friends." Franks hand was sliding further up my thigh now, actually plowing my skirt up out of the way. Again, reflexively, I found myself spreading my legs, not closing them, encouraging this advance. "... Please know that we are so thankful for this day ..." His hand had slide forward, caressing my inner thigh. I opened my eyes to see if anyone was watching. No one was, all eyes were closed in prayer. It didn't look like Frank could move his hand any further, or he'd risk falling out of his chair. I muffled a laugh. I kicked off one shoe and slid my foot up Frank's calf slowly, this time intentionally, nothing reflexive about it. "... and we look forward to the blessings before us. Amen." "Amen," I whispered. "Amen," the others echoed. We then ate, drank and were merry. With heads no longer bowed in prayer, both of Frank's hands remained above the table. My foot continued to brush up and down his leg, and soon his foot was doing the same to mine. I couldn't believe it: I was intentionally playing footsies with a married man, while my boyfriend was sitting right beside me. I felt so dirty, so wanton and so incredibly turned on. Frank and I stole glances with each other throughout the entire meal, while carrying on conversations with the entire family. My body was revved up in overdrive, and Frank's eyes were drawn frequently to my chest. I glanced down to notice my nipples bulging against my blouse, and blushed. Frank patted my knee under the table, and when I looked up at him, he just smiled and winked. I wanted to fuck him. Right then, right there, on the god-damn, fucking table. As the meal came to an end, Doris and Becka started to gather plates. I rose from the table, too. "Let me help with the dishes," I said. "Oh, we just bring them to the sink, the boys do all the cleaning," Doris said. "That's right, because the women did all the cooking," Becka glared at her big brother. Frank got up from the table, as well, carrying a load of plates and cups to the sink. "Dave," I said, "go play Wii with your grandparents. I'll do dishes." "No way," Dave said, laughing and getting up. "You're messing with the family ritual now, Tiffany." "No, seriously, you should spend some time with your grandparents, I really don't mind." "It's ok, Dave," Frank said from across the kitchen, "We'll have this done in a jiffy and be joining you in no time." "You sure, Dad?" Frank locked eyes with me. "Positive." "Okay, but call me back in, Tiffany, if he talks your ear off," Dave said, heading for the TV room where both grandparents were already at their re-match, with Doris and Becka cheering them on. I carted dishes to the counter, while Frank filled left-overs into tupperware containers and started filling the sink with soapy water. I was trying to figure my next move here. Frank's parents, children and wife were in the next room. I was horny as hell, and the man who had made me that way was standing at the sink doing dishes. 'Don't think, just do,' I thought to myself. I walked up beside Frank, lifted one arm as he scrubbed at a platter, and then ducked under it. I turned so I was facing him, my back to the sink, his arms around me, still holding the platter. I put both of my arms around his neck, and pulled him down to and kissed him long and hard. I could feel the bulge between his legs already, and my nipples were rock hard. Breaking the kiss, I told him, "You wash the dishes ..." I slowly lowered myself to my knees, unzipping his fly as I went down. "I'm going to wash this." He wore grey boxers, but already his swollen cock was peeking it's way outside the material. I was thankful for that, it meant I wouldn't have to waste precious time tugging the beast out. I just took that big meaty cock in my mouth, and sucked him up and down. Quickly, Frank got hard. His cock grew and grew, fatter and longer. I lapped his shaft with my tongue while stroking him with my hand. Frank tried to take it all in stride, returning his attention to the dishes. Between us and the doorway to the TV room there was a large kitchen island. I figured that if anybody walked in on us, the cabinet island would hide me, at least long enough for me to duck out and say I had been picking up a utensil that fell on the floor. I found myself finding ways to distract Frank from his task. Sucking him down my throat sometimes caused him to stop washing dishes and grip the back of my head. Licking the underside of his shaft while stroking him made him toss his head back and moan. Still, he did his best to keep busy with the dishes. The clinking and rinsing of the plates would hopefully muffle the sounds I was making, sucking and slurping on his cock. I alternated between acts of lathering his dick with big gobs of spittle and then sucking it all off, while sucking him deep down my throat. I gripped his shaft with one hand, stroking him as I bobbed my head back and forth. "Mmmmmmm," I moaned. After weeks of dating Dave, and not getting hardly past second base, this is exactly what I needed: having a man's big, fat cock gliding up and down my throat! I love sucking cock. I love making a man hard and feeling their leg and stomach muscles spasm as I exhibit my oral talents. I was moaning and slurping and gobbling hungrily at Frank's meaty shaft, stroking him up and down, licking his cock all over. "Jesus, you're good," Frank whispered hoarsely. I looked up at Frank, while sucking on his cock and flicking my tongue across the sensitive underside near the tip of his cock. There was pure lust in his eyes. I pulled away from his cock, with a long dribble of spit dangling from my lips to the tip of his cock. "Cum in my mouth," I whispered back. I started jerking off his cock with ringing, twisting motions of my hand. Each time my hand stroked to the base of his shaft, I vacuum sucked him deep into my mouth. His breaths were coming in shallow gasps now and I could tell he was on the edge. "Yah ... yah," he grunted. "Cummmm," I whispered, stroking him faster, sucking harder. His hand was tangled in my long hair now and his hips were thrusting toward my eager mouth. I could feel him building, building, building ... and then finally bursting in my mouth. That warm, sweet liquid splashed against the back of my throat with a powerful burst. I sucked, swallowed and licked as each subsequent burst jetted out. "Ohhh, so good," I grinned up at him. I licked his cock clean, kissed the tip, and then tucked it back in his boxers. I stood up, zipping his fly to cover all evidence. I lifted one finger to his lips and said, "I better go freshen up in the bathroom. Hope you can manage here on your own." I really wasn't sure what I looked like, but risked a quick peek into the TV room. "Who's winning?" I asked. "Grammy, of course," Becka said. "Are you guys done? We're thinking of doing a game of Pictionary." None of their heads moved, they were all glued to the TV screen. I looked back at Frank, standing at the sink scrubbing away, a dish towel tossed over one shoulder. "Almost, maybe five more minutes." "Need help?" Dave asked, finally looking my way. I turned and called over my shoulder, "No, we're good. Give us five more minutes and we'll be along." I returned to the kitchen. "Frank, where's the bathroom?" "Use the one in the master bedroom. Straight down the hall, last door on the right." I walked down the hall. The last doorway was a pair of double doors which lead to the downstairs master bedroom. There was a large king size bed here, some coats had been draped across it. A brief twang of guilt swept over me, realizing that this is where Frank fucked his wife. "Oh, well," I cajoled myself aloud. "At least I didn't fuck him, it was just a little oral play." I entered the spacious master bathroom. It was gorgeous, with a large, two-person jacuzzi tub, shower, dual sinks, separate toilet room and separate walk-in closet. I looked at myself in the mirror. "Not bad," I said aloud. And it wasn't. My hair was tussled out of place, but not horribly so. I had some how managed to not get any cum or spittle over my blouse. I rinsed my face with water from the faucet, and then dried it with a towel. I combed my hair and then set to applying more lipstick. That's the way I was when Frank entered the bathroom behind me. I watched in the mirror as he closed the bathroom door behind him. "Ahh, Mr. Tuckett, your --" "Call me Frank," he said, unzipping his fly, unclasping the top of his trousers, and letting them drop to the floor. I licked my lips subconciously. His boxers were still tenting forward. "Your family is just down the hall --" "Completely engrossed in a silly console game," he said, sliding his boxers down to his ankles. To my amazement, his cock was still stiff. I wasn't even aware of it at the moment, but my hands were sliding my pantyhose down over my hips. Thankful for Getting Stuffed Frank moved toward me. I glanced over his shoulder toward the closed bathroom door, thought of the large king-sized bed beyond, his wife and family elsewhere in the house. "I thought there was something more I could do for you," Frank said, shuffling toward me. We both knew we had to be quick. "I'm so glad," I gave him a lecherous grin, turned my back to him, grabbed the bathroom counter top with both hands and bent forward. Frank lifted my dress up over my waist. He reached between my legs and probed my mound with his fingers. "I'm so wet," I looked at him in the mirror. He nodded, looking at me, and then licked my pussy juices from his fingertips. I closed my eyes and moaned. It was such a turn-on. As his hands gripped my hips, I bit my lip and braced myself. I could feel his cock at the entrance of my pussy. "Pllllleeeeease," I begged. "Please what," Frank leaned forward, whispering in my ear. 'What was he doing,' I thought to myself. 'The bastard! We didn't have much time. Just fuck me like a dirty slut so we can go play fucking Pictionary.' "Put it in me," I said, opening my eyes and staring back at his reflection in the mirror. Now it was my eyes that were full of lust. "Say it. Put what inside you." I could feel his cock rubbing along the slit of my pussy now, teasing me. "Your cock," I hissed. "Fuck me with your -- aiiieeeeee!" Frank shoved his cock in my wet hole, sliding it in deep. I cried out loud with pleasure, before he clamped his hands over my mouth to quiet me. I looked back at him, nodding that I knew that scream was a bit too loud. Frank slid slowly out of pussy, but I slammed back against him, pushing him back in. We continued like that for a few strokes, with him sliding out and me pushing back against him to wrap myself around him. Our hip thrusts became more quickened and became more frenzied. I opened my eyes to watch my expressions in the mirror. I could hear the slapping motions of our bodies slamming against each other, and I wobbled unsteadily on my high-heeled pumps. Frank kept me steady and standing, gripping my hips as he pounded his cock into me again and again. I wanted to scream, but bit down on the hand towel instead. Soon, stars exploded in my eyes and I could feel him swell up, too. His seed burst from his cock, filling me, while my orgasm shattered around me. "Ohh. My. God." I cried, dropping the hand towel. "Are you alright, lass?" Frank asked. "Oh yes, sweet Jesus, yes." He held me steady while our orgasms settled and our breathing slowed. And then he slowly slid out of me, wiped himself with the hand towel, and pulled his trousers up. "Well, back to the dishes." And with that, he left. I was putting my rumpled self together in front of the mirror for the second time, all the while say a short prayer, "Dear Lord, I am thankful for getting stuffed this Thanksgiving. And I sure hope Dave and I end up back here for Christmas." Thankful For Her You speed home, exhausted from the day you had at work, hoping to relax and relish in the company of Your dear slave. Just the thought of her makes you smile. So sweet and innocent looking, but when behind closed doors, she's Your naughty little cumslut. You know how deeply devoted she is to you, and that you will arrive to a freshly cleaned house and the aroma of dinner on its way. It had been a while since you had really shown her just how thankful you are for her . Not just as a slave, but as a wife and a best friend. Tonight would be a good night to ravish her with sweet passionate love making, after all, it is Thanksgiving. Sure enough, you arrive home and can instantly smell the turkey, stuffing, and other delectable foods as you make your way silently in the door. Making you hungry, but for her, knowing that she is such a good girl and always goes out of her way to please you. You see the candle flame flickering on the dining room table, already creating a romantic ambiance. Then a waft of air blows past you and you can smell it, Hazelnut, her favorite kind. You slowly walk towards the kitchen, still making sure to keep quiet so you can sneak up on her. Then you see her. Standing in the kitchen near the stove, finishing the crust on top of her famous apple pie. As cliché as it is, she looks just as beautiful as the first time you saw her. Damn sexy too. Which creates a slight mischievous smirk on your face, knowing you will have fun with her tonight. She has dressed up for you, wearing a pair of skin tight blue jeans that perfectly complement that tight little ass of hers. Black leather boots that almost reach her knee with a zipper traveling from her ankle to the top of the boot, complete with a 4' heel. Her cute little black sweater that exposes her large breasts, that makes your cock twitch with excitement every time you see her in it. That long, wavy, brown hair of hers, forcing you to hold back the urge to grab her by it immediately. Most importantly, she was wearing Your collar, the one you had given her when you had finally made her Yours. As she finishes the crust and goes to put the pie in the oven, you figure this is a good time to get close to her since the noise from the stove will distract her. Soon she turns around, her face almost in your chest since you tower her by over a foot. She looks frightened and lightly yelps, but instantly knows it's you, her Master. Her eyes slowly travel up your chest till her eyes meet with yours. You hold eye contact, knowing this makes her uncomfortable but that it secretly makes her wet. Her bright green eyes affect you also, making your cock fully erect, making it press tightly against your jeans. She breaks eyes contact first and looks away, smiling and slightly blushing. "Hello My love. I've missed you." Your deep voice causes butterflies in her stomach, like it always does. She finally looks back at you and almost whispers, "I've missed you a lot Master. I made a turkey and..." You cut her off before she can finish by grabbing onto her collar and pulling her the last few inches to you. You make eye contact again, before passionately kissing her. Your tongue tentatively touching her lips, silently commanding her to allow you in. Her mouth opens and you increase the grasp on her collar and place your other hand on the back of her head. Entwining your fingers through her hair, increasing the pressure of your kiss. Your tongue dances with hers, before you put it far in her mouth, asserting your dominance. You hear the soft moan she releases into your mouth, that's when you pull your mouth away, breaking the kiss. The pouty look on her face makes me you smile and declare, "Don't worry My little slave. You'll get what you want, have patience." You gently pull her by the collar towards the back of the couch, pressing her ass and back up against it. You then release your hand from her collar and let your hands and mouth fondle her body. You kiss and nibble on her neck, kissing down over her collarbone until you reach her big breasts. You tenderly push them together, kissing them both, making her weak and causing her head to tilt back as she sighs. You then let your hands roam down her slender stomach till you reach the V in the front of her jeans. You stop there to gently rub for a moment, rendering another low moan from her, making your cock jump. Your hands travel to her ass and squeeze it gently. Suddenly you lift her up by her ass, setting her on the back of the couch, startling her and making her gasp. You place your hand on her chin and tilt her face until you make eye contact again. You both feel the passion and love that's between you. "Keep your eyes on mine, I want to tell you something." She nods to show she understands. Your hands then travel to her hips pulling her closer to the edge, and to your cock. The bulge in your pants rubs against her pussy through her jeans, making her inhale deeply and moan. "You are such a good girl My pet and I have realized that lately I haven't been giving you as much attention as you deserve, and I'm sorry for that. But I am going to make that up to you, right now. I'm going to bend you over the back of this couch and fuck your pussy until you can no longer speak. And of course, you may cum as many times as you'd like tonight." The look on her face and the lust in her eyes tells you she's already wet and eager to have your big cock deep inside her. You kiss her again, only slightly allowing your tongue to touch hers, but leaving her to want more. Before you give her the chance to be disappointed, you pull her from the back of the couch until she's standing. Turn her around, and pull her in close until she can feel your hard cock pressing between the crack of her ass. You then reach in front of her unbuttoning and unzipping her jeans. You slowly slide them, and her sexy black thong, over her hips until they reach mid high. Leaving them there, you place your hand on the small of her back lightly encouraging her to bend over the back of the couch. She, of course, easily obeys your silent command and bends over, presenting her now bare ass and pussy to you. You're so hard and excited for her you don't waste time with her clothes, or yours. You quickly undo your belt and unzip your pants, pulling them and your boxers down far enough for your hard cock to spring out from it's confines. She can hear your movements, and begins wiggling her ass to tease you. You spank her ass in response, just hard enough to remind her just whose in control. She yelps slightly and stops wiggling her ass. You decide to tease her yourself by parting the folds of her pussy with the head of your cock, and rubbing it along her slit adding, extra pressure to her clit. She moans louder this time, pushing her hips back towards your cock wanting to take it all. She's already soaking wet for you, allowing your thick hard cock to slide in with one long thrust. You can feel her muscles stretching to accommodate your thickness, which makes you even harder for her. She gasps and moans as your cock bottoms out it her tight pussy. "You're such a good little slut, are you ready to be fucked like one?" You don't wait for her reply before beginning to slam in and out of her pussy with force. Her body is repeatedly pinned and being shoved into the back of the couch, but you continue mercilessly. Instantly you feel her first orgasm start to build, making you thrust even faster. She screams out, "Oh my god, I'm gonna cum. I'm gonna cum Sir!" You feel her muscles start to convulse on your cock and you pull her by her hair, arching her back, bringing her face closer to yours. You harshly whisper into her ear, "That's right, cum for me baby. Just like the little slut you are." You occasionally spank her ass, making her pussy tighten even more on your cock. She begins pushing her ass back towards your thrusts, making the pace faster. After a minute of this, she's cumming and incoherently repeating phrases, such as "fuck me" or "please don't stop", over and over again. The way she looks while you fuck always strikes you. The way her back is arched in a sexy curve, the way her face tenses up as she orgasms before she relaxes herself completely, and the way she tries so hard to keep those sexy boots planted on the floor while you fuck her so hard. You start to feel like you're going to cum soon yourself so you withdraw your cock from her tight hole and order, "Get on your knees and open your mouth, now." She quickly obeys, and lowers to her knees in front of you, as best as she can with her jeans still halfway on, her eyes meeting yours. You start to stroke your cock before saying, "I want you to swallow my cum, every last drop." She closes her eyes and you begin to spurt your hot cum into her mouth. You groan in pleasure as she does as you say, and swallows every last drop. You both then fix your clothing, as to appear as if that rough love making didn't just take place. "Thank you for making love to me Sir, it was amazing." "Thank you for being so wonderful. I love you My sweet, very much. Don't ever forget that." "I won't Sir, ever. I love you too." "Now I think it's time for dinner, don't you?" "Of course Master, but only if you thank me some more afterwards." She smiles and winks, hopeing to win you over. "Of course, but I think you just earned yourself a punishment My dear." You smile and wink back at her. She laughs and rolls her eyes before walking away, thinking you're only kidding...