3 comments/ 2958 views/ 3 favorites The Master Chef-My Surprise By: SunGoddess7 It wasn't supposed to happen. Our meetings always followed the same formula...he would text me a date, I would confirm, we would meet, I'd get blindfolded, and a scene would ensue. It varied slightly from there, but he always planned it out. Not this time. I drove quickly, trying to focus on the darkened road that I'd only driven once before, on our last visit. My hands gripped the wheel as I nearly reached my exit. A few more miles and I'd be there. As I drove, I thought about how I got this crazy idea. ~*~*~ I was bored at home. My last day of college had come and gone, and now I was days away from my graduation ceremony. I was at home, snuggled deep in my thick quilts as I looked at a recent text from Master. We have to wait ;-) Now tease yourself if possible. The thought made me grin. He had a grand idea for my ceremony, involving me tease and play everyday until it arrived, without any release. It was making me frustrated and flirty, and I was ready to fight dirty with him. Smirking, I deftly typed out a message and hit send. I have been teasing myself...Doesn't mean I couldn't think about sneaking out there...surprising you at work... Almost immediately, he replied back, making me giggle. Facebook. I switched to my laptop quickly, lifting the beaten MacBook onto my raised knees. He had already messaged, Too costly a tease... I raised a brow and shot back. Hmm, how's that? Gas, time, no satisfaction for you... I giggled. No time indeed.... Surprise sex is almost as good as planning it for weeks...and I get great satisfaction from this, you have no idea. I brushed back some stray brown locks and typed again. I suppose I can tease from here though...I wouldn't want to distract you too much out there. Hitting send, I waited. Master did not reply right away, but soon a little beep alerted me. Ah, morning wood.... I laughed, picturing him in my mind. How amazing that would be...I started typing quickly, taking advantage of this. You make me want to do daring things...I just want to come in your apartment right now and walk into your room and not even care if the door's shut, just jump you right there. Make good use of your kitchen counter, since it hasn't been used yet... We bantered back and forth for several minutes, our teasing just escalating further and further. Finally, a new message filled my screen. I could forgive surprise sex, if you decided to go that route. I smirked. I knew the messaging worked him up...I was feeling it too, as I shifted uncomfortably. But he was right, we needed to wait. I probably should stay here...but who knows, maybe I'll show up. You just will never know, just like I didn't know if you'd show up at my school... There was a pause. Wow, that was a great tease, wasn't it? We started messaging about other things, but the long tease stayed at the front of my mind. It was nearly two when Master dismissed himself to rest before work, but he signed off wishing I was there. I fooled around the internet for a while, thinking it over slowly. Finally, I shot out a text to my good friend. If I'm feeling better by tonight, can I ask a huge favor? I typed out my plan and waited, holding my breath, until my phone beeped. What can I do to help? ~*~*~ After quickly getting a small bag packed and myself ready (and a quick message for him on our favorite site), I was on the road to my friends' house for a quick pep talk and rest before continuing the rest of the four hour drive. I ran their advice through my head as I finally pulled off my exit and entered the city. It was quiet, and very dark, and very calm as I drove slowly through the town. I glanced at my clock. I had nearly an hour left before his shift ended, but I had stalled enough. I parked on the street outside the restaurant and slowly walked down the cobbled sidewalk to its doors. My boots clicked loudly as I moved across the wood floors. The host was already gone, with a small sign saying to seat myself in the bar area. As I walked I quickly glanced over at the open kitchen, looking for him. I saw a few chefs moving around, but I did not recognize any of them. Finally, I seated myself at the bar, noting a few filled tables in the otherwise quiet restaurant. A tall man took my drink order and left me alone with my thoughts. As I slipped out of my thick coat, I noticed I was positively shaking and my heart felt like it would burst out of my chest. I hadn't felt this nervous since our first meeting, trying to build up the courage to knock on Master's door the first time. I sat quickly, breathing slowly to calm my heart rate. I glanced at the time...9:17. I gazed around again, trying to think. Master had not replied when his shift ended...I hoped I wasn't wrong in thinking he was here until closing. I knew nothing about this town except for what he showed me. The bartender returned with my beer, and I smiled appreciatively. Relax, he's here. I slid my phone unlocked and typed out a text, just in case. Off enjoying an amazing beer, wish you could join me. I turned my attention to the television above me, hosting a basketball game. I had no real interest, but it was something to do while I waited. I smoothed my dark knit dress absently, enjoying the soft noise from the game and quiet conversations from the other patrons and staff. After a while I texted again. Having a beer a friend recommended...you should try it. Maybe he'd get the hint...his restaurant brewed this beer specially, and I knew no one near my hometown carried it. I abandoned my phone after that, watching the game and chatting randomly with the tall bartender about their brewery and if they would ever branch out of town. When he found out I was from out east, we talked about what brought me out here and how I hoped to surprise someone on their staff. He confirmed all the chefs were still there, and after wishing me luck, left to finish cleaning up. Nearly half an hour passed before my phone buzzed, and the little privacy icon blinked on my screen. What? I suppressed a grin, imagining Master in the kitchen trying to figure out my text. Just wrapped up a beer. Should come join me. I rested my cell on the wooden bar and finished my last sip of the amber beer. Where at? My phone soon buzzed, and I giggled. Just around the corner. :-) I felt my nerves rising again, but I tried to force them down. Once more I glanced toward the restaurant side and into the small stretch of kitchen I could see. I heard a few people cleaning up and laughing, but no Master. My phone buzzed on the wood. If you were there we'd be having this conversation in person. Again I looked over, then back at my phone. Pushing back my hair, I tried again, trying to not laugh out loud. I may or may not be at the bar right now... I grinned wider and watched the game as it started to wrap up. I resisted the urge to keep looking over at the kitchen, hoping in a moment he would slide into the seat next to me. When my phone shook again, I blinked in disbelief. Yeah, you're not. I can see all. Good try though! I tried to process his message. Did he look for me? I knew I was at the right place. I thought for a moment on what to say, biting my lip as I did. Finally, my fingers danced on the screen. I don't think you're looking hard enough...I'm like an elf on the shelf, you have to find me! By now, it was after ten, and the few remaining staff were wiping tables and stacking chairs. I had not realized I was the only customer left. I apologized to the bartender, who waved me off and kept working. No reply from Master. I gave up watching the game and kept looking toward the kitchen. Any moment... I jumped in my seat as my phone buzzed against me. Come open the door behind you. Gasping, I turned around quickly on the stool. There he stood, outside on the sidewalk, hands pressed against the glass. His eyes were wide as he watched me, though I couldn't quite read his expression. My pulse quickened and I felt myself blush, but I slid off my seat slowly and took my time slipping on my coat. Zipping it up, I pushed in my seat and thanked the staff for their great service. Slowly, I walked toward the door, trying to not break into a smile as he stood outside. I barely made it out into the cold air when he pulled me close and kissed me, his hands on the sides of my head. I melted into him, holding onto his dark jacket tightly. When we finally broke away, he was grinning from ear to ear. "You're nuts," he muttered, and before I could reply he kissed me again. It felt like something from the movies, and I reveled in it. When he moved away again, I bit my lip, trying to hold back a smile. "Are you surprised?" He laughed and moved forward, pushing me against the building's smooth wall. I shivered, unsure if it was from the cold wall or Master's mischievous eyes. "I am." He leaned closer, kissing my neck slowly. "You've pleased your Master greatly, Slave." I felt myself shiver again, this time knowing exactly the cause. His hands fell down to my waist as we kissed again. It was several minutes before we managed to stop, and we both were breathing harder than usual. "Want to ride with me? Go get drinks?" I nodded quickly, brushing away my tousled hair. "Let me grab my bag." I ran over to my car and quickly took the things I needed, and in a moment I was back at his side. Master opened my door and I slid inside quickly, flushed but excited to be back. He followed suit and soon we were off, driving through downtown. His hand brushed mine and I took it, smiling softly. "I was hoping you'd be surprised. I wasn't even sure if I was going to come...." He nodded, grinning. "I'm glad you did. I saw your message but didn't really get it. Thanks for the present." I squeezed his hand and laughed. "You should have come back to the kitchen. I was done at nine, just hung out with the others." I explained that the bartender said he was working still, and Master just shrugged. "You're here now, it's fine." We did not talk long before we pulled up beside a long, dark building. I looked over at Master, confused, but he was gazing at the line of cars parked along the curb. "He's home. Oh well." He jumped out of the car, adjusting his dark jacket as I quickly followed. The cold air nipped through my thin leggings and on my bare cheeks as we rushed up a flight of stairs and around a cement corner to his apartment. Master gave me a fast kiss, unlocked the door, and grabbed my hand eagerly, leading me down the blackened hall. In a few long strides we were in his room and the door slammed shut behind him. I stood by the door, feeling another blush come across my cheeks as I waited for him. Were we getting drinks, or.... As if reading my mind, Master flashed me a smile. "What are you waiting for?" He shrugged out of his jacket as I slowly untied my dress length coat. When it was off he grabbed me around the middle, pulling me close. His kiss was hungry, enveloping me completely, and I met him eagerly. We had just seen each other a couple weeks ago...but we both wanted more. His hands went to the sash on my waist, loosening it just enough to help me shrug out of the dark purple outfit. My hair fell down my back when it was gone, and I shivered as the ends tickled me. Master nearly growled and kissed my bare neck, nibbling softly. I giggled at the warm touch. My boots and leggings quickly fell to the floor, and Master practically pushed me down to his mattress. I propped myself up on my elbows, adorned only in my pale lavender lingerie. Soft lace framed my curves, hiding the parts I knew he wanted to see. I wiggled my hips suggestively and bit my lip. "Well? What are you waiting for?" I repeated his words, teasing lightly. Master threw off his shirt and pushed me back down, grabbing my legs. I let him lift them to one shoulder and watched as he gently tugged my panties off my hips and up slowly. Once they reached my ankles he lowered my slender legs, carefully removing my panties and dropping them to the floor with my other clothing. My breath quickened as he kept moving, pushing my legs apart just as slowly. He did not take quite so much time to fill up the space with his head, and I let my head fall back. "Mmm..." I loved that tongue-he knew just how to touch me, what pressure and how long to stay before moving to a new part of me, making me beg for more. I was nearly panting after just a few minutes. My hands flew to his soft hair several times, begging him to stay and letting him know wordlessly just how much I enjoyed it, only to fall back to my sides as he worked. "Ooh please," I finally gasped, squirming on the aired bed. "Don't stop, please...." Master nibbled my clit before returning his attentions lower, and I squirmed harder. A small pressure was building, and I struggled to prop myself back up. "Please, now...Master!" My head rolled back as a small convulsion ran through my body, making me jerk away. He rose up to his knees, grinning as I tried to catch my breath. "Clean me up." He pointed to his face, shiny with my juices, and I nodded, smiling. Slowly I stretched up and kissed him, lacing my fingers behind his neck. I kissed, sucked, and licked myself off his lips and cheeks, blushing at how much I enjoyed my taste. I did not finish completely before he pushed me back down. Without a word he unsnapped the front of my bra and slid it off my shoulders. I tossed it behind him as he hastened to undo his belt and zipper. He shoved his last layers off and crawled over me, his cock pointing proudly at my abdomen. "This what you came for?" I nodded and reached for him, wrapping my left hand around him tightly. His hot flesh pulsed in reply, and I nearly purred. Master kissed me again and pushed me until I was laying down completely, his body keeping me in place. Without another word he sank inside me and started pumping immediately. I struggled to keep my eyes open. "Y-yes!" I moaned, my arms snaking around his strong shoulders. He was pounding into me, leaving no doubt that I would finish again soon enough. We were barely on the mattress, our legs hanging off the edge but we didn't care. I clawed at Master's back when I felt myself closing in on another orgasm. "May I..." but he cut me off, nodding vigorously. "Yes, yes, come for me." He thrust harder, my pussy weeping around him. "Come for your Master, as many times as you can." I gasped and clung to him, riding it out like a champion. There was no resting between strokes; as my climax swept over me Master only pounded harder, faster. It shortened my orgasm but I knew it would also intensify the next, and bring it even faster. It's how it always was...the more he made me come, the harder and wider it would spread throughout me. By the time most of our workouts were over, I was tingling from head to toe from the sheer intensity of my orgasms. Moaning, I relaxed against him, throwing my legs around his hips. "Don't stop!" I cried, letting him thrust deeper. His strokes did not miss a beat, bringing me to the edge again and again. "Oh yes, please sir! There!" I gasped for breath after my last orgasm hit, making me see stars. I barely noticed him shift above me, but in a moment I felt my world turn upside down as he flipped us over. I blinked away the stars and stared at him, mouth open. Master grinned back, wiggling his hips under me. "Good one?" I laughed and leaned over, nibbling on his ear. "Mmm, maybe." I laughed again as he frowned, and suddenly I felt him thrust up into me. My laugh turned into a soft groan, and another as he repeated the action. Soon I was moaning in beat, matching our rocking hips toward another climax. Master left one hand on my hip, the other sliding down my front. "My little slut." He reached my clit and I cried out, arching my back as I rocked faster. "This is what you wanted, right? To use me as your humping post?" I could only cry out again as he rubbed me with his thumb. "Come then, Slave! Be my slut!" His whispers were covered by my loud moans, unable to be contained as I fell over the top. "Oooh fuck!" I groaned, leaning backward to give him better access. I rested my hands on his legs and rocked harder, storming through my climax toward another. "Yes sir, please keep going!" Master rubbed faster, watching me squirm above him. "Do you deserve another?" I moaned and nodded, unable to stop. His other hand reached up and pinched my nipple, making me yelp in surprise. "You did well to surprise me...but was it enough?" I pushed myself back up and closed the gap between us, kissing him hard. "I've. Been. Very. Good," I whined between kisses. "Please!" Smack! I yelped again and jerked in Master's hold. My ass tingled painfully, though it quickly turned into a dull throb as his cock got my attention again. "Again, please?" A second smack landed on my ass, and I groaned appreciatively. Master rubbed my stinging bottom as I tensed above him, holding onto his shoulders tightly. "Come, Slave." One more spanking hit me lower, and I shattered on top of him. I felt my handsome lover convulse as well, and a deep groan fell from his mouth. Slowly, I fell to a stop, trying desperately to breathe. "Thank...you." I fit my head against his shoulder, breathing hard. He didn't answer. I waited for a moment, then lifted my head wearily. "Are you okay?" He shook his head slowly, a pained look on his face. "Hit a little too low on that last one." I burst out laughing, much to my horror. "Oh, baby I'm sorry!" I reached back to gently touch him but he pulled my wrist away, shaking his head again. "Is there anything...something I can do?" I rub his thigh instead, waiting carefully. After a few quiet moments, he wrapped his arms around my waist and pulled me down to his chest. "Just lay there. Relax." I cooed softly and cuddled close, my lips pressed against his cheek. I ran my fingers through his soft hair as we calmed down. It was so relaxing, listening to his heartbeat and feeling his hands trail over me. Once or twice he interrupted the moment by thrusting slowly up, much to my amusement. When he did it again, I flicked his ear teasingly. "Thought we were relaxing," I murmured quietly. He turned his head and met my lips, effectively quieting me. He moved his hips faster, only to moan. "Need an ice pack?" Master broke away, gazing around the room. "Grab a water bottle." I did so quickly, stretching as far as I could off of him. The cool bottle was pressed immediately to his injured part, and I slid off of him, grinning. Master swatted my ass. "Don't be rude." I did my best to act sympathetic, but his own silly grin was making me giggle. We chatted quietly for a few minutes as he iced himself. Occasionally I leaned over and gave his cock a kiss, or a long lick, which always made Master sigh contentedly. I had popped him between my lips when he finally moved the bottle away. "Keep going," he muttered, a small strain to his alluring voice. I licked around his head in reply, and took more of his length into my mouth. I took great care to avoid his poor sack, instead focused on his wonderful cock. Wasting no time, I sucked him deep into the back of my mouth, working hard to take him as far as I could. I gained speed as I sucked, pumping him with my right hand as I bobbed up and down on his treat. I enjoyed playing with him for several long minutes, feeling him play with my hair as I inched more of him inside. I heard him groan quietly. "Come up here," he murmured, but I shook my head, my lips circling his cock as I did. It was his turn, and I was not going to stop. The Master Chef-My Surprise Master groaned again as I pumped harder. I could taste his pre cum, the light saltiness leaving me excited. I let my left hand rub his thigh as I continued to suck, my right hand pumping what part I couldn't fit in my mouth. I moaned against him, feeling his cock jump between my lips. "Don't stop!" Master quickly moaned a warning, and I could feel his muscles tense up. I moved faster, sucking and bobbing as he nearly thrust into my mouth. A moment later he grunted, and I could taste him unloading into me. I moaned back and slowed my movements, drinking him up happily. Once he was done pulsing, and I was done swallowing, I pulled my lips off him with a quiet pop. "Mmmm," I licked my lips, grinning wickedly. Master fell back against the mattress, a tired smile gracing his full lips. "Get up here." He tugged on my arm and I followed willingly, taking my place back on top of him. I made sure to be gentle as I rested, careful of his sensitive crotch. "My little slut." I laid on top of him for a few minutes, giggling. "Your roommate is going to be mad," I whispered, nibbling on his earlobe. Master shrugged, his eyes closed in a carefree manner. "Perhaps. Or he'll be listening outside the door." I smacked him lightly, and he shrugged again in mock protest. "I would." "Really?" He peeked from half-lidded eyes, the warm brown barely visible. "Who can say." He reached up and played with my hair, pushing it behind my ear. "He's a decent guy actually. I'll apologize for us later." I started to nod, relaxing as he touched. Suddenly there was a soft rap on the door, followed by a more confident knock. We both sat up quickly, me squeaking and Master grabbing a towel from the floor. He gave a quick nod over to the closet and I jumped to my feet, hiding inside the open space. "Not decent," Master called out, wrapping himself as he stood. I stifled a giggle as he grinned over at me. He answered the door a crack and peered out. I couldn't hear them too loudly, but I got the gist of it. I heard the roommate shuffle quietly as they murmured back and forth, probably embarrassed. Maybe as much as I was. "Sorry about that," I heard Master reply sheepishly. More quiet murmurs. "We'll be quiet, sorry again." Footsteps moved away from the door, and it was secured again. Master turned back to me, a 'we've just been caught' look on his face. "His shift changed, and he works early," he explained, brown eyes glimmering. "Such a noisy Slave." I stuck my tongue at him as I stepped back into the room. "So, be quiet from now on? I think I can do that..." I moved closer and stole a quick kiss before returning to the bed. Master chuckled and shook his head. "We'll go somewhere. I'm not done with you." My heart jumped at the words but I simply nodded, my blush speaking for myself. He offered me a hand and pulled me back to my feet. With a smack, he motioned around. "Get dressed." ~*~*~ About half an hour later, we unlocked our room and strode inside. As the door latched behind us, I gazed around the pretty room. The room was mostly bare, with a small table and large chaise arranged on one side. The large bed was on the far side of the room, with soft white sheets waiting for us. I paid little attention to the rest of the room and dropped my backpack and coat on the chaise. "Mmm, no one for us to disturb now." I heard Master laugh as I sank onto the bed. It felt so good to sit, and I soon stretched out on the creamy surface. "No neighbors, no roommates," he called in agreement. I smiled at the thought. There was only one other vehicle even in the parking lot when we arrived...this would be fun. After a moment I got up and looked around at the rest of the room. A tall mini fridge sat by the stand alone counter, and I started filling it with the orange juice and small bottles of water. We would definitely be needing these tonight. Master finally stepped back into the room, swatting my bottom as he walked past. I squeaked defiantly and stuck my tongue at his retreating form. I stood and smoothed my dress, fixing myself in the mirror. "We could have stayed there. I can be quiet when I need to be." I felt bad he got another hotel room for us...I was supposed to be surprising him. I heard him laugh. "Mmm, but it's so much fun to hear you enjoy yourself." I blushed. "Maybe I don't need anymore." "Tragic. Then this will go to waste." I glanced over my shoulder. He was stretched out on the bed, naked save for the smirk on his face. "Strip," he ordered, nodding at my very clothed body. When I didn't move, he narrowed his eyes. "Now." Silently, I bent down and unzipped my tall boots, stepping out of the dark leather. I kicked off my socks and turned away from the bed to peel my black leggings down my legs. I peeked at Master between my legs, watching him eye my backside with every exaggerated slow movement. Once the fabric pooled at my feet, I stood back up, stretching languidly. The knitted dress stretched with me, the hemline rising a few inches shy of my crotch. Finally I turned back to Master, smiling mischievously. He did not seem to mind my display, though his delicious cock seemed to strain impatiently. "Tease." I climbed on the bed, moving toward Master. Rising onto my knees, I reached under my dress and slid my lavender panties down my smooth legs. Master reached over and helped guide them off as I rose, leaving them on the bed beside him. "I like teasing," I murmured softly, straddling his hips, my hands braced on either side of his head. "But I don't want to wait any longer." With that I sank onto him, not stopping until he was fully sheathed inside me. I paused as a small tingle ran across my skin. My slow strip tease had turned me on as well. Slowly, I started lifting my hips, only to slide him back in. I loved being on top...he hit everything in a way that constantly kept me on edge, with explosive results. The way his steel flesh rubbed me made me moan, and I let myself ride faster, taking complete control for once. Master did not stop me. Instead, he let his hands wander, brushing up my thighs and under my dress. The material bunched up around my waist as I moved, and he slide right underneath the folds. I felt him between the fabric and my stomach, just touching and massaging as I played. "Mmm..." I closed my eyes, enjoying the touches. It almost seemed electric in my own dark world, little pulses of energy and pleasure rippling off as his skin met mine. It was enough to send me to the edge, and I rested my hands on Master's broad chest in anticipation. "Please...!" As my moans grew, something soft tickled my cheek, and I quickly blinked down at my lover. His hand rested near my face, my pale panties balled up in his fingers. "Open," he demanded, his eyes twinkling with mischief. I gaped at him, but as I started to protest he pushed the soft cloth into my mouth. His hands fell to my hips and he started rocking me harder, my moans melting with the barrier he made. I allowed it for a moment, then threw my panties on the floor. "So...mean..." I stammered, trying to hold off the rising feelings. Master grinned and pushed me faster, harder, until I was gripping him tightly. A moment later I crashed around him, my pussy holding him tightly as I slowed down. As I slowly caught my breath, I felt Master chuckling. I threw him a dirty look. "Next time, I'm shoving those down your throat." I leaned down and kissed him, lingering for a long moment. He laughed again, rubbing my thigh. "Next time you'll follow orders. Strip." He held my hips steadily and started rocking me again, slowly letting pleasure build up. I didn't argue as he worked, but shimmied out of the tight knit dress, tossing it to the floor carelessly. I yelped as Master spanked me in approval, then unsnapped my bra as well. Master wasted no time. His hands trailed along my sensitive skin as I sighed blissfully. His fingers rose to my chest, tracing a path underneath to my hard tip. "Ahh..." I groaned, pushing my chest forward for more. He took the cue and both hands were on me, twisting and groping my soft mounds. The extra attention was pushing me over, and I rocked even harder. "M-Master..." I came as he pinched my nipples, his grip not loosened until the strongest tremors died. "Oh God, sir..." I rested above him, my head hanging as I tried to recover. I felt his left hand leave my breast, only to fix itself around my throat. I gasped and tensed up, eyes wide. "That's one." Confusion swam over me until a loud slap filled the air, and my bottom stung painfully. I struggled to stay up, grabbing his wrist. "One what? What did I do?" Master squeezed slightly, and I whimpered excitedly. "Sir?" His caramel eyes narrowed, and another spank landed across my ass. "That's two, Slave." I groaned, pain and pleasure mixing rapidly as I nearly came on him. I swayed my hips, stimulating myself as best as I could while I waited for an explanation. "Call me by my name, slut." I nodded wildly, suddenly remembering. "I'm sorry Master." He grunted and released my throat, hands firmly grabbing my hips instead. "Show me." I complied, meeting his thrusts with wild abandon. His cock pulsed inside me as I rode him, stretching me perfectly. "You little cock slut, move. Come, now!" I gasped as I did, feeling my wetness wash over him. He always knew.... "Master..." I licked my lips, dizzy from my last high. "May I get some water? Take a short break?" I pushed my hair out of my eyes and gazed down. "Please?" He nodded, pulling me down for a soft kiss. "Hurry back." I lifted myself off him slowly, moaning at the evacuation. My legs were wobbly as I crawled off the bed, but I made it over to the tall mini fridge and took a cold bottle. I leaned against the cool black appliance and cracked open the plastic lid. Tilting back, I let the cool water slide down my parched throat. It was refreshing after my cries and moans had effectively dried me out. Smiling, I pushed away and returned to bed. Master had a pillow over his face, cock at half mast as I had retreated. "Want a drink?" He accepted it and I fell to his side, curling up on the disarrayed sheets. My head was still spinning slightly from the little time bombs he set off, though I was not complaining. With a contented sigh I closed my eyes, drifting off.... I felt the mattress shift as the man beside me moved, rolling over to trap me beneath him. I wrinkled my nose and glanced up through half closed eyes. "Aren't you tired yet?" I accepted a kiss instead of an answer, his taste intoxicating. Very kissable lips, I thought happily. Slowly, his mouth pulled away, trailing down my neck and to the tops of my breasts. My eyes closed again, my senses tingling with every warm kiss he planted. He kept moving, teasing me with every light touch. His tongue finally reached my nipple, dancing around it just as lightly. I squirmed, arching my chest to push myself into his mouth. I felt Master's lips turn into a knowing grin as he accepted my offer, biting my hardened nub. I whispered his name as he worked, the biting and sucking slowly heightening my libido again. Soon his hands joined in, pinching my lonely breast and massaging the valley between. It was heavenly, and I moaned and shifted under his touch. This torture lasted several minutes, and all I could do was lace my fingers through his hair, urging him on for more. It wasn't until his left hand trailed down, past my belly button and between my legs, that I snapped my eyes open. "Please!" I begged, lifting my hips to him. He nipped at my chest again, growling, and I fell silent. My body still begged, pushing against him and swaying softly. With a final nibble Master abandoned my swollen nipple, swooping up to take my lips instead. As he did, I felt his length push against me, and in an instant he was deep inside. I whimpered into his kiss and pulled him closer, throwing an arm around his neck. He was not in a hurry, but his thrusts were deep and hard when he moved. I finally fell away, panting out loud. "God, yes!" His name fell like a chant from my lips, punctured only by more moans as he picked up the pace. Master's expert hands continued to explore my trapped body, from my side to my chest and back up to my neck. I watched in fascination as he circled around my throat again, no squeezing, just enough pressure to remind me he was there. It made me shiver, and I came instantly. Master beamed like the Cheshire cat, so wide that I thought his cheeks would split. "Atta girl." We moved together for a while, with him knowing exactly what buttons to push to bring me to the top and keep me there. Soon I was begging for a break, and after a few more teasing minutes, he finally relented. I finished one bottle and grabbed another, suddenly thirsty after all he put me through. I don't know if I could have handled him in his prime, like he said...I could barely keep up with him now! "You, sir, are too much," I laughed, keeping myself balanced against the counter. He sat up on the bed and glared teasingly in my direction. "What did you just say?" I blinked, then flushed as I remembered. "Shit. I didn't mean..." I faltered as he signaled me to return, his serious side back in place. Groaning, I replaced my bottle in the refrigerator and walked over, nervous. "Get on all fours," he directed as I finally reached the bed. I hesitated, and he reached out firmly. "I already warned you. No more sir." He patted the bed in front of him, and I whimpered faintly. "I said it at your apartment, and you didn't get mad," I defended myself, to no prevail. He pulled me onto the mattress and gave me a quick kiss, then motioned back at the bed. "No excuses. It's as if you like to get punished." Slowly, I scooted onto my hands and knees, biting my lip. "I keep forgetting," I explained petulantly. I felt his hand rest on my lower back, the other on my rear. It raised away, only to return with a hard spank. I squeaked, surprised at how much it hurt. I expected something more mild...this was a real spanking. Another followed, then another, each with more force behind them. I tried to hold in my cries, muffling them in my hands. I knew it was play, but it was hard to ignore the throb in my cheeks as he finished. Real spankings hurt, a lot. When he was done, Master rubbed my tender ass slowly. "Maybe you won't forget now." I nodded, still surprised at what happened. I knew it would wear off, like it did when he used the little flogger; I just had to be patient. I felt the bed shift as he left, and in a few moments he returned with a cold bottle for me. I took the drink quietly, wincing as I tried to sit up. "I'm going to bruise," I muttered, watching as he settled back down next to me. I crawled between his legs and curled against his chest, resting my head on his shoulder. "Or you'll learn quickly." I stuck my tongue at him. My lover smiled and pulled me closer, throwing his arm around me. "You came to see me," he reminded me, his smile contagious. I finally broke, giggling as he kissed my neck. We sat quietly for a few minutes, relaxing with our waters and chatted about work and school. He rubbed my thigh as we talked, chuckling each time I flinched from the sensitive nerves acting up. "Can you come from this?" he murmured softly, his warm breath against my neck as he barely brushed my legs. I shivered again, feeling my cheeks redden. "I don't know." He repeated the motion across my abdomen, and a bigger shiver ran up my spine. "I don't think so. But it feels good." Master murmured again, shifting until I was drawn flush against him. "What have we managed so far..." His hands moved as he thought out loud. "Your nipples..." He circled my tips slowly, making me squirm in his hold. "My mouth on you here..." His fingers tickled my ear and then lowered between my legs. "...And here...." Master ran his thumb over my clit and I gasped. "Your toy back here works well..." he noted as he ran his hand lower, tapping against my back entrance. I blushed deeply but nodded. "Where else...." I moaned as he moved back up, his fingers tracing my pussy lips ever so lightly. "When you're inside me," I offered, watching his fingers dance over me. Master chuckled and nibbled on my ear, making me squirm harder. "Here?" Two fingers dipped inside, and I groaned instantly. "What specifically in here?" He withdrew slightly, then pushed back in, moving deeper. My head fell against his shoulder and I moaned again. "Your fingers." He nodded, as if taking note. "Your tongue, and your cock..." The man pushed forward again, rubbing inside me faster. "Those all make me come." He kept playing with my ear as he worked below, and I felt that soft pressure rise quickly. Master gave one last nibble and spoke quietly. "Lay down." I slid out of his hold the moment his fingers pulled away and moved further down the mattress, flipping over quickly. He was on me just as fast, pulling my legs over his shoulders. In one quick move he was inside, and I cried out. "Oh!" As Master drove deeper, he moved his fingers to my mouth, letting me taste myself from his earlier teasing. I sucked softly, cleaning him off. He rammed into me, driving me to the edge in no time. With my legs over him I could feel his cock dive deeper with every stroke, hitting bottom easily. I urged him on, desperate for release. Master delivered, and soon I was writhing under him, squeezing him tightly. My head was spinning so fast from my climax that I barely registered him pulling out. "M-Master?" The man lowered my legs and slid off the bed, pulling me up. I let him guide me as I wobbled across the room, my whole body tingling. We only moved about six feet, but soon we were standing in front of the large counter, our mirror images staring back at us. Master bent me over the cool counter and sheathed himself back in my soaked pussy. I whimpered, arching my back slightly. He responded by grabbing a fistful of my messy hair and pulling back, lifting my head. "Watch yourself," he ordered, and I blinked away my ecstasy-filled visions. I had to admit, it was a great sight. My lithe body was arched beautifully against him, my breasts quivering with every deep thrust from his hips. My cheeks were pink from our joint effort and from his light stubble, and my eyes were bright. I moaned again as Master pushed against me, watching my double copy me. The gorgeous man behind me seemed to move effortlessly, and I met his gaze in the mirror. With a groan Master kept pumping, his mouth fixed on my shoulder with an almost feral growl. I felt his free hand slide from my hip to the apex of my legs, rubbing against my clit fiercely. "Ooh yeees!" I cried, pushing my hips back against him. "Right there!" I caught his wrist and kept his hand in place, feeling that rapturous rise begin again. "Master!" I shuddered in his hold, nearly bucking away from him. My mind was in overdrive, and I felt my legs nearly give out as my energy drained away. Again, I felt my lover pull away, his hold on my hair loosening. In a quick move he whirled me away from the counter and lifted me into his arms, backing me up until I was pressed between him and the wall. Carefully, Master balanced me and reached below, lining himself up with my still trembling pussy. He plunged upward, and I gasped at the new feeling. I wrapped my arms around his neck and shoulders and met his mouth for a fierce kiss. Between thrusts I could feel his strong arms under my legs and his muscles flexing with each movement. My head spun blissfully, and I tightened my hold around him. "There...I'm going to come!" He picked up the pace, pounding into my nearly comatose form as I moaned. "Please...you..." I was rambling, but I knew I wanted him there with me. "I need...please!" The Master Chef-My Surprise His thrusts became frantic, and I knew he was close behind me. I couldn't wait, I pulsed around him and felt my wetness coat him liberally. I held on as best as I could, shaking as I watched him unravel. "I need you, please!" It worked. I watched his brow furrow as he came, pumping deep inside me with a gasp. After several last thrusts, I felt him slow down, panting nearly as hard as me. I smiled in my daze, unable to stop my giggles as he gently put me down. "Thank...you." I stretched up to kiss him, and he wrapped his arms around my waist, helping me stay up. I focused on his soft kisses, enjoying the tingling they left on my lips. After a moment, he pulled away and brushed my hair back. "Clean up?" I nodded, our play finally catching up with me as a wave of exhaustion took over. Master helped me to the bathroom and sat me down to clean up. I finished rather quickly, but before I could stand up he was there again. "What do you..." I started, but before I could ask he moved closer and wrapped his hand behind my neck. He guided me forward to his crotch, his erection still quite impressive. He moved so fluidly that I didn't protest, but accepted his cock to the back of my throat. I could taste the faint saltiness of his recent orgasm, and the slight tang of myself clinging to his hard member. I did not get to enjoy the taste very long. After about a minute of sucking, Master pulled away, a wide grin on his face. "Always wanted to try that." I could not help laughing as he brushed my lips with his thumb and left me alone again. "Weirdo," I called after him. I thought he replied but I was too tired to make it out. I finished cleaning up and washed my hands, then moved back into the room. He was propped up against the headboard, sheet over his legs. "Time to sleep yet?" He nearly pouted, and I laughed. "Pleeeease? I'm about to fall over." We nearly finished more sex in a few hours than we did in a weekend together, and I was needing to recharge. I batted my eyes pleadingly, hoping to bewitch him into a short rest at least. Finally he sighed and nodded toward the spot next to him. I squeaked happily and slid into place next to him. "Thank you," I grinned, kissing his shoulder. He pretended to sigh, but I could tell he was tired as well. "I can make it up to you." Master paused, and took the bait. "How's that?" I nodded over at my backpack. "I brought my laptop. You can read your story early." I felt the man perk up beside me, and I giggled as he buried his face into my neck, kissing me. "Atta girl." I hurried to get my machine and logged in quickly. My brain was shutting down quickly, and I quickly searched for his latest story. "There you go," I smiled, handing him my beat up laptop. He accepted it eagerly as I curled beneath the sheet, snuggling with a soft pillow. "Enjoy." ~*~*~ I don't know how long I slept, or how long he stayed on my laptop, but I finally awoke to a very warm body beside me. Master's arms held me close, his face inches away from mine. Sleepily, I mumbled his name, shifting closer to his warm chest. "You awake?" "Mmhmm." I rubbed my eyes, yawning. "How long was that?" I wrapped my arm around his, happily resting next to him. I felt his hand start rubbing my upper arm. "About an hour." I blinked in surprise. Only an hour? I felt the rumble in his chest as he started to chuckle. "You needed it." His gaze met mine warmly. "Your story is well written. Thanks for the early read." I smiled back. "It's your story. Glad you liked it." I stretched forward and kissed his nose, giggling as he made a face. He growled and nipped my shoulder, making me squeal softly. "Mmm. So how will you write this one up?" I giggled as he pushed himself up, moving above me slowly. I rolled onto my back, watching him with daring eyes. "Who says I will?" He shrugged, moving his attention to my vulnerable throat. "You will. You like a good story." I leaned back further, exposing more skin as he grazed it with his teeth. "My little cock slut," he muttered, his breath hot against me. I purred as he bit me softly, moving down to my collarbone. "You like this, don't you?" Master's hand slid up my right side, grabbing my breast firmly. "You like being used like this. Little teacher slut." I moaned again as he pinched my nipple, kneading it between his fingers. "Imagine...you go to your classroom early, and the janitor walks in on you. Stretching up to write on the board, your skirt hiked up and he comes up behind you." I squirmed as he moved his other hand lower, reaching below and cupping my ass tightly. "He watches you every day, the little cock tease that you are. And one day he just snaps, and takes you." Master pinched harder and pressed against me, hard and ready to go. I lifted my hips against him, feeling my wetness spill onto my thighs as I wait impatiently. Master grinned at my wantonness. "He pushes against you, and you can feel how much he wants you. You want to protest, but he doesn't care, he pulls you over to your desk and bends you over it." The man moved his hand to my entrance, fingers dancing along my slit. "He throws your skirt up and shoves inside. And you like it, moaning like the little slut you are." I gasped as his tip lined up, slipping inside just an inch. "You beg for his cock, don't you? You've been waiting for him to fuck you senseless, there where anyone could walk in and catch you." With that Master forced his way deeper, making me groan at the tight feeling. "Yes," I moaned. I lifted my hips again, trying to get more, but the man pinned me to the bed, one strong arm keeping my hips against the mattress. "He is in control, slut, not you. You try to move and he stops. You speak, he keeps you quiet." His fingers slid over my mouth, his firm grip effectively cutting off my moans. My cries came out muffled as he started to pump inside me, ignoring my already pulsing body. Master leaned down and closed his teeth around my left nipple, making me squirm harder. "The bell is going to ring any minute, but the janitor isn't stopping. He keeps fucking you, faster and faster. You're going to break, just like he wants." My eyes widened as he continued his story, thrusts punctuating each sentence. "He's been watching you for a while. He knows what a cock slut wants, what you deserve. He's going to train you right." Master pumped deeper, his width stroking the right spots perfectly. I sensed I was close, and I tried to wriggle free. Withdrawing his arm, Master seized a handful of my hair instead, making me yelp into his tight fingers. "He's going to make you scream. You don't know what to do...the slut in you wants him to fuck, harder and faster until you can't come any more. But your room will be full of students any second now...and they'll watch you getting humped by the janitor. Everyone will know what a slut you are." I squeezed my eyes shut, openly moaning as he fucked me. His sexy voice was bringing me closer to the peak, the taboo nature of his story making me ashamed at how turned on I was. But I couldn't deny it, I was ready to burst, and imagining his story made me all the more excited. "He knows you're ready. But you have to beg. Maybe he'll have mercy and let you finish before the bell." I grabbed at Master's arms, wordlessly begging for release. I felt my fingers dig into his flesh, my muffled cries coming louder and faster. "Do you want it Slave? Do you think a little cock whore deserves to finish?" I nodded as best as I could with his hands on me. My eyes were on him again, pleading desperately. In a moment I would come undone, whether he allowed it or not. And I would get punished if I did...I tensed up, hoping he would keep going. Oh please.... Master grunted, releasing my hair to attack my breast again. "He was merciful this time. Come, slut. Come on the janitor's cock." I exploded instantly, trembling under his tight hold as his thick member continued to rock my world. I sagged against the bed, my chest heaving from exertion. Slowly, Master withdrew his fingers and rubbed my thighs instead, helping me relax. "Like my story?" I burst into uneven laughter, trying to breathe. He took my laughs as a yes and captured my lips, kissing softer than before. When he pulled away, I looked at him in a daze. He watched me, a concerned look flashing across his handsome features. "You know it's not real, right?" I blinked, unsure what he meant. "The names. Being called a slut. That's just for pretend, for fun. Don't ever think you're actually a slut. You're not. Understood?" I nodded quickly, a smile spreading. "I know." I stretched up and kissed him again, moaning as he slowly moved into me again. ~*~*~ Our last few hours flew by too quickly. We finally slept after another hour of his forbidden stories and my frantic moanings, only to pick right up where we left off when we woke up. His stamina carried me through a torrent of new orgasms as we teased and played on the tousled bed. It was just after ten when we finally stopped, cuddling together for a moment's rest. "I have to go soon," I murmured, burying my face against his chest. A four hour drive and then work did not sound desirable at all, but I knew it had to end soon. Master squeezed me closer, groaning. "Call in sick." I giggled as he kissed my forehead, and tried to move lower. "You have an appointment, and I have a meeting at four." I moved my fingers softly across his stomach, down to his half ready cock. "Neither of us can afford to miss those." I played with him gently, smiling faintly at the slight twitch that pulsed through him. The man beside me groaned. "I can delay my appointment. You can call in about traffic, say you'll be late." He ran his hand up my side, making me tingle again. I wanted to, oh so badly, but I shook my head reluctantly. Sighing, Master stretched away from me and grabbed his phone. "What are you doing?" I laughed, starting to get up, but he held me still and ushered for me to be quiet. Smiling, I rested back against his shoulder, resuming my play. After a moment, someone finally answered his call. "Hey there, good morning. I have an appointment but my car broke down." I blinked at him, smiling at his audacity, but he continued. "The mechanic here says it should be fixed by noon or so. Is there anything available to switch with after that?" He grinned at me, brown eyes full of mischief. "That helps me out a lot, thank you for your trouble. See you then." I broke out laughing as he hung up and tossed the phone aside. "I can't believe you did that. You're nuts." He grinned and pulled me up for a long kiss. I felt my cheeks burning when we broke apart, but I still shook my head. "I really have to be back by three. That's a four hour drive." Master shrugged, propping himself up. "That's okay. Let's not waste time then." He met me for another kiss, then another as he guided me above him. I sank onto him easily, drawing a long moan from us both. As we moved together, I happily put all thoughts of home and work out of my mind. For now, I was still his, and I was eager to enjoy the last hour of my surprise visit with him. Sometimes, spontaneous visits are really the best.