1 comments/ 5961 views/ 4 favorites The Master Chef: New Year's Wel-cum By: SunGoddess7 I spent the first moments of the new year rather responsibly...driving out to visit friends, watching old comedies and sharing laughs, and staying up on the fumes of my latest sugar rush. Occasionally answering Master's requests with some teasing texts of my own. It was a good start to the year, as far away from drama as I could afford to drive. Unfortunately, Master was several hours further than my budget could take me. Still, we passed the first few days of the New Year with tantalizing texts...small, flirty quips, deliciously scandalous photos, to downright dirty promises. The banter was fun, but I couldn't help but wish it could end with him near enough to fulfill some of those texts. My last day was spent driving with my friends, out to see someone they wanted me to meet. I used most of our driving time texting my far-away lover. He had half-scolded, half-teased me for not inviting him to come stay with me, and was sending very explicit messages in his absence. I scrolled through each new bubble, feeling the heat rush to my cheeks. I want your pussy covering my mouth with my tongue on your g spot and my lips sucking your clit like a starving newborn, craving the rush of your juices. I shifted in my seat, sighing softly. I want you so bad it's hard to sit still... I shot back, trying not to think about that impossibility. He was six hours away, no luck this time. But the game was still fun to play. So squeeze your legs together hard and think of me there...Yanking furiously on your hair, forcing your head back for my teeth biting at your neck, coming into you with gushes into your hot geyser, a whisper on a scream... His texts went on, turning up the heat and making me blush with embarrassment and want. He knew my buttons well, even from so far away. By now our group had arrived at the restaurant, although food was not what I wanted to focus on. We had just ordered our margaritas when my phone buzzed in my lap, dangerously close to my already alert center. You come yet? My fingers flew in response. No I have not. I haven't had a chance to play...but reading this over and over is definitely making me feel good. There was a pause. You will tease yourself today, but you will NOT come, do you understand? My body pulsed. I hated it when he demanded that...but denial was also so good in the best ways... Grudgingly, I slowly texted back, Understand. You understand what? I will tease myself but not come. Don't make me spank you Slave! Tell me you understand! I blinked again, confused. What was he asking for? I already answered. I repeated my text, hoping a different phrasing would appease him. Apparently not. Are you intentionally trying to anger me, SLAVE?! No master. I could only imagine the look on his face when he texted back. master?! Tell me what I want to hear you cock-hungry little Slut! I nearly dropped my phone, I was so surprised. I knew now what he was doing, riling me up to be the good little slave...As my friends chatted and swapped stories, I typed my own. Master I don't know what you want me to say. I want to come so badly but I won't disobey your orders. I want you to come to the restaurant I'm sitting in and take me on this little table, and show me what you want. I dropped the cell into my lap, waiting. Just as I thought, he buzzed again instantly, sending little shivers through me. Very well, Slave. You will be rewarded accordingly... Oh, he knew how to fire me up. My cheeks felt warm, my heart was racing, and my friends were oblivious to the whole exchange my lover and I had just completed. I felt scandalous, but I could think of nothing else but having him there. He said I would be rewarded...was he going to show up like he had teased the day before? It was hard to keep him out of my head as our group upgraded from margaritas at the restaurant, to more tequila at the house. I only had two drinks, but already I was relaxing on the couch, Master's naughty texts swimming in my mind along with the room. Everyone else was outside for a smoke when my phone buzzed once more in my lap. Wish I felt better... I bit my lip, remembering his earlier texts...something about catching a cold... I can make you feel better... I typed away, hoping my attempt at humor would help. I wish... I groaned, sinking into the fluffy couch cushions. "No, no, no..." I don't need sex, but I do want you here. Maybe I am selfish. I paused, tequila suddenly making my head swirl. Maybe I just want you. It seemed like forever before he replied. One month... I wanted to throw my phone. I don't want to wait a month. Wow. I knew I was being selfish, childish even, but I did not really care. All our teasing over the last two days was driving me insane, and now that everything had been hinting at him visiting...it was disappearing just as quickly. I'm sorry. I blinked away tears, but texted back anyway. It's okay. Didn't expect it anyway. I was also a horrible liar when I've been drinking. I didn't wait for a reply, but stuck my phone back into my purse. As I rose to my feet, I had only one thought on my mind...I wanted a drink. ~*~*~ One thought became two in my dizzy mind as we drove quietly back: one, tequila and whisky should never be allowed in my system at the same time. Two...Master was really not coming. The second thought kept burning, no doubt fueled by all the alcohol. I wished I could have enjoyed the teasing for what it was...really good teasing, setting me up just the way I wanted. But it all crashed down by the disappointing reality that, although I had thought otherwise for a moment, it was only teasing from afar. Master did his job well...I just wished it could have been in person again. Luckily (or not), the nagging thought was pushed away by a new, more basic one...I needed the car to stop moving. Immediately. "Stop..." I murmured, but my friends were already taking the nearest exit as if they had anticipated this. I don't recall how long it took to pull in somewhere...I was too busy trying to keep myself together. The rest stop was a blur of bright wrappers and fuzzy signs, and so many loud noises. I somehow made it to the restroom, swearing in my dizzy state that I was cutting tequila from my friend's list and replacing her with the friendly bathroom stall where I was plopped. Everything swirled in my mind as I cleared my stomach...Master's bittersweet teasing, the little hope he'd arrive and dull thud of it crashing down, the combination of harsh whiskey and sickly sweet margaritas... Wes had to come in to the stall and help me up, his wife already gone back into the lobby. I convinced him to let me clean myself up, and when I emerged on my own five minutes later, I felt better. My face was freshly washed and my dizzy steps were slightly more stable than before, though suddenly my whole body felt so tired. I looked around for my friends, anxious to finish our drive and put myself to sleep. That's when I froze. It was him. Master was standing not ten feet away, his hands in his deep jean pockets and green billed cap hiding his dark hair. I blinked, the image not registering at first. When I finally realized what I was seeing, I stumbled sideways, nearly knocking gum packets off a tall rack. The next moments rushed together. I felt myself leave the ground, being neatly whisked away by another set of hands. I squirmed in the hold, my wide eyes searching for my target. "But I want to go with him! He's the one I want!" I spluttered, much to the amusement of the other gas station workers and clients no doubt. I didn't care. It was still snowing outside when my friend finally set me down. I felt him guide me into my seat, buckle me in, and shut the door, but I was busy straining to look past his shoulder for the young man to get into view. "Was that...really...was he really..." My words were not making sense, but my friends just smiled and started the car, recommencing our journey home. Those were the longest thirty minutes of my drunken life. I tried texting Master to ask if he was really there...twisting excitedly in my seat, trying to see the Blazer behind us through the snow. My friends laughed and answered some of my questions, but mostly left me alone in my antsy state. As we approached the house, I suddenly remembered why we had stopped at the gas station in the first place. I had to clean up...brush my teeth...get into clean clothes... Well, I thought, maybe not clothes quite so fast... The thought fueled me when we pulled into the driveway, and as soon as we were parked I was running toward the door, anxious to be ready when Master too stepped inside. My friends were ready to help...Wes stayed outside with our new guest as I frantically undressed by the washer, throwing my soiled clothes inside. Krista was ready with a soft white robe, and I darted to the other end of the house to finish the rest. Soon I was as fresh as ever, teeth and face cleaned, and shyly peering around the corner as I heard Master's voice. It was still strangely unreal to me, seeing him in his coat standing and laughing with my friend in the living room. My friend spotted me, and with a grin he strode over and grabbed my wrist. He pulled me into the room until I was standing not a foot away from my handsome lover, an amused smile gracing his lips. I couldn't take my eyes off them. I blushed as Wes introduced us to each other, as if we were meeting for the first time. Luckily for me, Master was not shy at all. His arms slid around me, drawing me closer to his chest. "Hey there," he grinned, and with a laugh he bent down and kissed me. I wanted to melt. Blame the tequila, I was being swept away by this unexpected twist of events. When we pulled away, my friend cleared his throat, motioning toward the bathroom. "A shower should help sober her up. I trust you can help her out?" I blushed harder, even though that was exactly what I had in mind. Master didn't seem too upset either as I took his hand and led him toward the little room. The door shut quietly behind us and I fumbled with the shower head, trying to focus on anything but the smirking man behind me. Hot water gurgled, then poured from the spout and I stood back up, satisfied. "So..." I turned around, fiddling with the soft fuzzy belt at my waist. "Are you going to help me?" I slipped the robe off my shoulders, the white cloth pooling around my feet. The words felt awkward in my head and I burned scarlet, but Master did not seem to mind. Instead, he tugged his t-shirt over his head where it soon joined my borrowed robe. I didn't wait for the rest of his clothes to be discarded, but instead slid past the flimsy shower curtain to relax under the steamy water. I paused under the wide streams, my skin absorbing the much needed water. I heard the curtain rustle behind me as he silently joined. My wandering mind thought of a few naughty ways for him to assist me, but I forced my drunk self to behave. I had to get out of the shower first, hopefully without embarrassing myself. I concentrated on the colorful blurs that were the shampoos and soaps and worked on cleaning myself up for his presentation. Occasionally, I would feel his hand on my back or shoulders, steadying me, which only motivated me to move faster. Secretly, I was impressed with his own self control...I don't think we had ever been naked together for so long without some sort of sexual contact. Before long we were done, with only one minor slip on my part. I toweled off and quickly slid back into the comfy robe, keeping my back to my handsome shower mate. Every time I had looked over in the shower I had blushed and turned away, like a child caught red-handed for some wrong doing. He was nice enough to not call me out on it, but I did catch his smile. It was silly, but then again, drinking didn't turn anyone into the most reasoned person. Slowly, I cracked the door open, our steam escaping around our heads. Our hosts had disappeared into the kitchen, where I heard their voices drifting from quietly. I tugged on Master's hand and once again led him to the right, a few feet into the guest bedroom. I shoved the door shut behind us, a nervous giggle escaping as it slammed with a little more force than I intended. "Welcome to my room." I turned back to him slowly, watching him walk around. The cream-colored towel hugged his hips fittingly...beads of water dripped from his matted hair down his muscled back...as he sank to the striped couch, I could make out the obvious bulge beneath the rough cloth... I cleared my throat, ignoring the hotness in my cheeks as he stretched his arms on the back of the little couch. The man looked around slowly, nodding, but it was clear he wasn't interested in viewing the room. Even in my inebriated state I knew we were both done waiting. I moved away from the door hesitantly, then more confidently as he turned to face me. In a second I was on his lap, crushing my lips to his as my hands tugged at the terry cloth between us. He met me with arms wrapping around my waist, drawing me closer until the only thing barring him from immediate entry was the infuriating towel between us. Without breaking our frantic kisses, I untucked the cloth and shoved it open. Successful, I then turned to Master's broad shoulders, pressing urgently until he too was pinned to the thick black and white cushions. I kissed him again and ran my hands down his damp chest. Lower they traveled until finally I hit steel...his erection sprung against my eager fingers, ready to perform. Without a moment's hesitation, I guided him in to my hot center, our hips finally joined. I groaned against his hot mouth. The day's teasing texts were finally being dealt with, and each thrust of his throbbing cock was making my head spin with pleasure. I leaned in closer, my robe falling open to expose my breasts. Master wasted no time. One strong arm kept my hips pinned to his while his spare hand slid past the furry white cloth. Large fingers fastened around my right tit and I nearly cooed happily. His fingers pinched and squeezed my alert nipple, earning a short yelp. My lover's caramel eyes flashed. No words were necessary...this was pure need for us both, and we eagerly fulfilled that unspoken desire as I rode him, rising quickly and unsteadily to my peak. I curled both my legs up onto the couch with him, the position sinking him deeper within me. "Ooooh fuck..." I whispered, urging him on. By now his hands had readjusted to my waist, keeping me in time with his hard thrusts. I breathed his name, begging for more through my haze of endorphins and hard liquor. When my body finally began to tighten, signaling my orgasm, I pushed myself up, sitting high above my Master. "Oh God there...a-aah!" I shuddered above him, trying to keep myself upright. I was sweating from the effort we were frantically putting in, and I awkwardly shrugged out of the thick robe as he tightened his hands on my naked hips. Master was quiet but determined, a man on a mission, and I continued to rock above him. I prayed we were quiet enough that we weren't disturbing my friends, but I was also wound up enough to not care to stop if we were. I was too addicted to what he was making my body feel. It was not long before I could feel his muscles clench, his fingertips digging into my flesh. I yielded to his movements, meeting each thrust with my own rolling hips, every squeeze with one of my own. Finally, when I began to felt pressure building, I crushed myself back to his broad chest, frantically searching for a silencing kiss. We kept each other quiet as his body jerked up against me, filling me up. Both Master and I sighed, allowing our tense bodies to slowly loosen up as I lay atop him. My chest was heaving from the quick romp. "I'm...so glad...you came..." I panted finally. I felt him nod wearily. "More later. We both needed something quicker now." A small giggle burst from me, and I snuggled against his shoulder. We stayed quiet for a few minutes, slowly setting ourselves back to normal. Finally, I propped myself up, long strands of wet hair falling onto his chest. "Now, to really meet my friends..." ~*~*~*~ By the time we all headed back to our rooms, I was mostly sobered up. Master and I rearranged the furniture in the guest room to make space for a thick mattress pad to be laid out for us. "The marshmallow," my friend jokingly called it. We bid our hosts good night and got ready to settle in ourselves. I flipped off the light and adjusted my white tank top, shivering. The room got very cold at night, but now I had an extra body to keep me warm. I crawled across the mattress and curled up next to Master. "I'm really glad you made it out here," I whispered. He nodded in the dark and squeezed me closer. I rubbed his chest lightly, barely dancing over his skin. "You didn't have to. But I'm really, really glad you did." He chuckled and pushed me onto my back. "Don't tease if you can't deliver," he muttered, and I started giggling. The man quickly rolled over and straddled my hips. I could make out his grin as he leaned down and stole a long kiss, melting my giggles into a soft sigh. "That," he murmured against my lips, "...And I needed to give you back the cold you gave me last time." I broke the kiss, laughing. "I'm sorry..." Master took another kiss, moving his hands under my tank's hemline. "Yeah, well...things happen." I could feel his lips turn up in a smile as he redirected his attention, moving lower. My hands instantly flew to his hair as he reached his destination, drawing my slender legs over his shoulders for better access. I tried to relax into the cushiony pad, but I couldn't help myself. Every long lick, suckle, and nibble sent tremors up my whole body, causing my abs to tense and my fingers to tangle themselves in his brunette locks. I panted quietly as he tasted me. Receiving oral sex was never my thing before...it was nice, enjoyable even, but only ever foreplay to what I really wanted, not a way to come by itself. Then Master came along and forever changed that. Now, as his tongue slid deeper inside me, I was biting my tongue to keep from crying out. "Relax." I jerked as he spoke, tickling my clit with his hot breath before returning to his task. I loosened my grip on his hair and moved my hands to the mattress pad instead. A soft bite made me instantly grab onto my sheets, a quiet yelp escaping my lips. Master's hands spread upward along my stomach once again, this time shoving my thin tank top with them until the fabric rested on the swells of my breasts. My nipples hardened as the cool night air touched them. "S-sir...oh Master..." I gasped as he reached a particularly sensitive spot. His tongue reached out again, navigating my inviting pussy like an experienced sailor. "Please...I'm going to...ooh!" I nearly sat up as the knot in my stomach burst open, sending waves of pleasure rippling through me. My knees locked around my handsome torturer's neck as I came, relaxing only when I fell back to the mattress. "Oh my God..." I whispered, feeling my heart racing. I heard him chuckle again as he drew his body back up along mine. "Why are you still dressed?" He nearly ripped the tank top over my head and threw it across the darkened room. Before I could reply, he sheathed himself in me with one swift thrust. I clapped a hand over my mouth to keep my moans down. My friends may have been very encouraging, but I did not want to make my hosts grumpy by keeping them awake. Master laughed at my reaction and drew out, only to slam back into me again. "Be quiet, Slave. Don't let anyone catch you." The Master Chef: New Year's Wel-cum I closed my eyes with a quiet whimper. My legs instinctively wrapped around his waist, trying to hold on to his rough movements. Every push, every hard shove was making my pussy weep around him, and I was going crazy. Hands pulled mine away and pinned me to the sheets. I snapped my gaze back to him, his eyes glinting in the darkness. "Wha-" I started, but he clamped his own fingers over my lips, cancelling out any sounds I could emit. Without any explanation, Master kept fucking me, his speed picking up. I arched against him, pressing my soft flesh against his warm chest. Each thrust made him rub against my nipples and my clit, sending little pulses of energy through me. I tried to tug my hands away, but he kept me firmly pinned. The room was quiet except for our ragged breathing and my muted cries. I wanted to scream, to moan his name and beg for more. But his raw moves were making me feel powerful...like he was unable to control himself over me. Ironic, as I was the one being held down. But I loved it, and I arched up for more. Soon I was wriggling beneath my lover's body, that growing need to finish spreading wider. "Please!" I tried to warn him, but it only came out as a pitiful whimper beneath his palm. I felt the sheets stick to my back as I was shoved further into them, my hair catching beneath my body and pulling sharply. Master's thrusts were more forceful now, shoving me across the makeshift bed, and I couldn't wait. I shuddered against him, squeezing my eyes shut as everything snapped inside. Master urged me on, whispering little orders as I rode through my high. He did not slow down, however, and the tremors kept coming, coursing through my whole body. Finally, Master's hand pulled away from my mouth, instead helping brace himself beside my head. I licked my lips, trying to control my breathing as my lover kept pushing us both to the peak. "M-Master..." I began, but he shook his head. Wordlessly, he released my hands and bent down, teasing my perky chest once again. I gasped and pushed myself up against his mouth. My arms slid around his neck and shoulders, coaxing his talented lips to wrap around my nipple. Master played me like an instrument, nibbling and pulling to elicit soft whimpers in the dark. I struggled to face him. My hair was caught beneath me and I could barely sit up an inch to watch him play. "Master, please...let me up!" My whisper cut off in another gasp as he bit down on my rosy tip. His eyes gazed up, never letting go of his prize. "Why?" He murmured, and his hot breath on my sensitive bud made me shiver. I ran my fingers through his feathery hair. "You're making me feel amazing...I just want you there too." I tried not to pout as he slowed his hips to a halt, just pulsing inside me. "Please?" Master finally pulled away from my chest and met my gaze, thinking. "I want your ass," he relented, and I shivered again. I had not forgotten how he felt inside me there...it was definitely worth revisiting. I nodded as best as I could, and he pushed himself off of me. I sighed when his cock pulled away, but it had to be done. "Do you have lube?" I nodded again, finally freeing my hair. "In my bag." I accepted his hand and sat up, looking around for my suitcase. I finally spotted it near the door and crawled over to it, trying to ignore the cool air around me. After ruffling through the bag, I returned victorious, the scent of strawberries filling the air as I popped the cap. My young Master rolled onto his back, holding his stiff member ready. "When you're ready." I nodded, a blush creeping onto my cheeks, but knelt over him in preparation. The lube felt cool on my fingers and I slowly let it drip down onto his cock. I saw him jerk slightly and I smiled, coating more of the sticky liquid over him. Satisfied, I took the rest and prepared myself. I shifted above my Master, one hand resting on his chest and the other helping him guide his thick pole inside me. I gritted my teeth as he slowly entered—my God, he was big!—and I tried to keep my moans down. Together, we managed to seat him inside me completely...even past the wide middle that I had come to love. Releasing a sigh, I bent down and kissed Master gently. "Slowly," I pleaded when we broke apart, and he nodded, wrapping his arms around my back. I braced my arms beside his head, pressing our chests together as I took over. Slowly I rose up, just enough to pass the engorged middle of his enticing cock, then pushed forcefully back down. He filled me completely, rubbing my insides perfectly and shooting a long shiver up my spine. I cooed at the pleasurable feeling and repeated the motion, faster, and met Master's lips again. I rode him at an even pace, overcoming the uncomfortable stretch and instead replacing it with a slow-building excitement. "My little cock slut," Master groaned into my ear, and I giggled. "You like your Master's cock in your little asshole, don't you? My dirty Slave..." His hands slid down my back and rested on my cheeks, cupping my ass tightly. "You're quiet, Slave. Do you not want your friends to hear you? To come see what a good little slut you are?" He spanked me, earning a soft yelp from me. "They would be jealous..." I moaned as he pulled me into a faster rhythm, setting my hips rocking until he was nearly slapping into me. With some effort I managed to push myself upright, my fingertips barely grazing his stomach to help balance. I met the man's pace, using my legs to help me rise and fall onto his steel flesh again and again. Our breaths were fast and audible now, panting clearly as we both pushed ourselves further. "Mmm-Master!" I leaned away, resting my hands on his powerful thighs and accepting him deeper inside. I was tingling from our efforts, my whole body shaking as I got closer to my peak. The build always took longer this way, but I didn't care...it was always an intense finish, and I was ready for him. "Please," I begged, my whisper tinged with pleasurable moans, "I'm close...don't stop!" Master reached between us and sought out my clit, attacking my little button with an intensity that made me nearly topple over. "Master!" He did not disappoint. "Come, Slave—Come on my cock!" I nodded frantically, feeling my body tighten in anticipation. It was like a volcano...the build inside could wait no longer, and finally burst outward to all my sensitive nerves. I cried out, gripping his thighs tightly while the fire spread. Master grabbed me, his thrusts becoming erratic. I felt his muscles clench and warmth filled my cavity, breaking me out of my ecstatic daze. "Yes...God yes, there!" I whispered, a worn out smile spreading across my lips. I readjusted my hands as he slowed again, his breathing ragged, and slowly I rested onto his sticky chest. For several moments, neither of us could speak. I felt the cool air and welcomed it on my sweaty skin...even my hair was sticking to my forehead and neck, and Master's was just as wet when I ran my trembling fingers through his locks. I snuggled against his shoulder, enjoying the subsiding tremors and pulsing of our still-joined body. Beneath me, Master cleared his throat. "Should we clean up?" I thought about it, not really wanting to move away from his comfortable arms. But as his body softened, threatening to separate us anyway, I relented. We carefully rose, both aware of shaky legs despite our short rest, and snuck out of the room toward the bathroom. We took a quick shower, letting the cool water calm down our heightened nerves. By the time we returned to the little guest room, the cold January air had resumed, no longer daunted by our friction-based heat. I shivered in my towel, damp hair not helping my case. "Under the blankets," Master ordered, and I slipped under the sheet and thick quilt with him. Snuggling close, I smiled. "That was wonderful." He chuckled, but I shook my head earnestly. "Really. I needed to de-stress. So...thanks." I rested back against him, relaxing in the quiet. A few minutes went by, until... "What's stressing you out?" His voice was soft, but serious. I shrugged, but he persisted. "Are our games causing stress?" I blinked, then quickly shook my head. "Not at all. It's just...people. And stupid things." He waited patiently, and I elaborated quietly, explaining why I came west for the holiday. It wasn't a conversation I had wanted to have while naked in bed, but somehow I felt better talking to him. After a while, Master stopped me. "I'm happy to help you de-stress." Without warning, he rolled above me, shoved my legs apart, and sheathed himself once again into my ready pussy. I moaned in surprise, but held onto him tightly. Sometimes, less talking was just fine with me... ~*~*~ Something touched my shoulder, shaking me slightly. "Wake up..." I groaned, trying to ignore it. Another touch, rougher this time, made my eyes crack open. The room was still dark, with pale light streaming in through the living room window...wait... I blinked, looking again. Oh, right... We had soaked the mattress pad after our very long "de-stressing" last night, and had fashioned a bed on the living room floor instead. I groaned again, trying to close my eyes. "What time is it?" I mumbled. The form beside me kissed my neck, warm lips making me sigh. "Time for you to get back in bed and spread your legs, Slave." That instantly woke me up, and I blinked again, trying to twist around and see him. "W-what?" Master met my tired gaze with a grin. "You heard me. Now take off those pants of yours and walk back to your room." I felt the fabric clothing my legs, remembering my pajama pants. I blanched. "What if they come out?" The young man only grinned wider. "Then they'll see your little ass. Or get moving and you'll be fine." I glanced back toward the hallway, then shimmied out of my pajama pants. I had nothing else but my tank top, and I waited under the blankets nervously. Master leaned close. "Good little slut." His fingers skimmed down my body until they reached between my legs. I gasped and immediately blushed as he pushed one finger inside me. "And you're ready. Go." He kissed me fiercely and pulled out, and I scrambled to my feet. Without a moment's hesitation I ran to the guest bedroom, Master slowly following. Our morning romp was quiet, though thoroughly energetic. I was breathless by the time he was finished, and we both came out of the room looking slightly tousled. We entered the living room and saw my friends were now awake...one working out on the floor, the other on her computer. Wes stopped his workout and began clapping, making me blush even harder. Not to be outdone, Master grabbed my hand and led me through a very theatrical bow. We all exchanged our good mornings and began getting ready for breakfast. Master Chef was ready to pay for his stay...French toast and bacon for us all. Unfortunately, we didn't have enough supplies to begin cooking. My friend offered to run to the store, so Master and I hung out in the kitchen. I rested against the counter, smiling coaxingly at my handsome lover. "What to do while we wait?" Before he could answer, my friend stopped back in the kitchen. "Let me show you something," he told my Master. He raised a brow but stepped aside. My friend stepped closer to me, making me instantly alert. "Sometimes...the best bondage is no bonds at all." I nearly squeaked as he set my hands on the counter beside me, leaning close. "Do not let her move until you say so," he said over his shoulder. Then, with a friendly wave, he was gone. I gaped at my Master, who looked partly amused, partly annoyed. "I'm sorry..." I started, but he moved closer, his annoyance melting away. "You and your friends are close, huh?" I blushed, but he just smirked. "It's an interesting idea." I frowned. "I've asked about some of the things they've done before...but he's just teasing." I started to fold my arms but he snatched my wrists and readjusted my position. I gasped, eyes wide. Master leaned close. "Don't move." His voice was quiet, and I nodded slowly, feeling my body instantly respond. He released my wrists and I kept them frozen to the counter, exposing myself to him. The young man just watched for a moment, as if thinking of what to do first. Finally, he moved his hand down my neck to my chest, tracing the outline of my bra through my white tank top and down my stomach. I nearly whimpered as he rested at the top of my jeans, watching me with sparkling brown eyes. Slowly, he unfastened my button, making my breath catch in my throat. Just as slowly, the zipper pulled down, revealing my pale lavender panties. I couldn't look away from his face. When he finally looked back up, meeting my eyes, I was trembling. "Very good, Slave..." he murmured, and softly kissed me. I met his lips eagerly, but my heart pounded in my chest at the thought that any moment, my friend would return. Master distracted me again. Through his kiss, I felt his hand slide into my pants, rubbing my aroused clit through my soft panties. I moaned, trying to push my hips against him, but he simply brought his free hand up to my hair, pulling just hard enough to keep me still. I was openly panting by the time his mouth left mine, desperately wanting more. Chuckling, the young man released my hair and withdrew his hand, stepping back. I pouted, but stayed where he left me. "You will stay there until I say so, Slave. Understood?" I nodded slowly, nervously looking past him at the hallway. He seemed to understand my worry. "Should I leave you like this, little Slut? Your pants open, hair disheveled, ready to be ravaged?" I shook my head, pleading silently for him to come back. He grinned, crossing his arms. "I don't know. You like playing games, it could be fun." I clenched my hands on the counter. "Please, Master, I just like playing games with you. Come back." I kept my voice down, knowing one of my friend's was still on her computer. "Please?" He couldn't keep the smile off his face as he returned. His hands framed mine, keeping me boxed in between his body and the counter. I nearly groaned again when he pushed his hips against mine, securing me in place. He took another handful of hair and tilted my head back gently, stealing another long kiss. We both jumped when the front door burst open loudly, alerting us that our friend had returned with ingredients. Master gave me a quick peck and turned to leave. "Wait!" I nearly shouted, but he waved back at me. "You can move." Instantly I reached down and zipped my jeans back up, just as my friend came in sight. I shot my friend a look as Master got started on breakfast, and went to clean myself up. Shortly after breakfast and more conversation, Master and I returned to the bathroom for a quick shower. I busied myself with lathering up my long, brunette locks, trying not to focus on the fact that he would have to be leaving in a few hours. As I rinsed, I felt Master's hands slide around to my front, groping my slippery breasts teasingly. I paused, letting him feel around. His fingers danced on my skin, making me moan in delight. Suddenly he spun me around to face him. Water streamed onto us both as I met his hold, crashing against his lips. Strong arms pushed me until I was against the shower wall, and in an instant he was inside me, sliding up in deep, even strokes. I gasped and tried to hold on, finally grasping the high window sill above our heads for support. Master kept his hands on my hips, meeting me thrust for thrust amidst the water and steam. It wasn't long before I broke, shattering before him with a long moan. "Please..." I begged, but I didn't have to finish my sentence. He turned me again with a final kiss and bent me over below the shower's spray. I grabbed onto the tub's faucet, ready, and he slammed back into me. "Don't stop, don't stop," I chanted, whimpering happily as we fucked harder and faster. Water dripped onto my face, but I didn't care. In minutes, he came with me, flooding inside me. I could barely stand, I was shaking so badly, and giggles burst uncontrollably from my lips. "That...was awesome..." I panted, and he laughed, just as out of breath as I was. "Let's clean up and get out of here," he grinned, and I groaned as he slowly pulled out. He guided me back up and under the hot water to rinse off. I tugged him under the spray to join me, giving him a soft kiss. Soon enough, we declared ourselves clean and shut off the shower, ready to redress and go back out with our friends. Nearly an hour later, curled up against Master on the living room couch, his phone buzzed. I felt his arm reach over and grab the cell off the coffee table. "Hmm." I glanced over my shoulder to find him reading something. "What?" Master shrugged. "I told Glenn I'd swing by and see him and the family. I should leave soon." I nodded slowly, thinking. "It's about time I've seen the kids again." I nodded again, giggling. "They were at the LAN party. I think I spent more time with them then gaming." An idea formed, and I rolled over until I was facing him. "You know, their daughter was really excited to see me last time...maybe I can take another day and go visit with you." He thought it over. "That could work." He started texting again, and soon enough his cell lit up once more with a reply. "Glenn's all for it." I smiled nervously. "He's for it. Do you mind if I tag along?" Master dropped his phone back on the table and wrapped his arms around me. "Are you being needy?" I flushed and started to reply but he cut me off with a chuckle. "I wouldn't have asked if I minded." I smiled, relief spreading quickly. "Now, go pack. We should go soon if we want to get there before dark." ~*~*~ I snuggled against my Master's warm chest, enjoying his arms on mine. The drive over had not taken as long as I thought, and it was fantastic seeing our friends again. Their three kids were ecstatic to have the company and entertained us for a few hours before they were sent to bed. Now, it was adult time, and I sat curled between the young man's legs as our friends sat across the room. We sat and talked for ages, Clerks II rolling in the background. From time to time, Master's hand would dip below our blanket, teasing me through my pants. I struggled to remain calm and focused on our conversation, but each stroke of his fingers made my skin tingle excitedly. When Glenn got up to grab us drinks, I leaned back against my lover. "You are cheating," I breathed, and he scoffed. I felt his fingers pull back, only to rise to the top of my jeans and once more loosen them for entry. "Stop it!" I whispered, blushing. His hand slid along my skin, inching his way into my pants. "You really want me to stop?" He kept going, and soon he tapped against my swollen clit. My breath caught in my throat, and I shook my head silently. Master chuckled again, kissing my neck. "Then don't get us caught." Our friend returned with several bottles of beer, and I took one quickly. Luckily, Master paused his ministrations for the moment, although keeping his hand down my crotch was making my body slowly react. Between the raucous jokes from the movie and the rowdy stories our friends were swapping, I was ready for some bedtime fun. The men started laughing about another college story when Master's fingers resumed their mission. Slowly, he teased my little bud, rubbing and tapping softly beneath the safe cover of the blanket. I could only take a sip of my beer, praying I could keep quiet long enough for him to take me upstairs and finish. "You know, you two could go upstairs whenever you like," our friend piped up, peering over her drink at us both. I nearly squeaked, embarrassed that she caught on, but Master only laughed. As he talked, I realized that she probably hadn't seen his hands moving...just me obviously wanting to take him upstairs and tear his clothes off... The Master Chef: New Year's Wel-cum "The movie's not over. She hasn't even seen it yet." That seemed to distract them as the couple instantly started quoting their favorite lines and laughing about the crazy characters. I glared up at Master, trying to look serious, but he just made a funny face at me. Leaning close, he whispered, "Be good, we'll play soon enough." I pouted, but nestled closer against his chest. Even at risk of his tantalizing fingers embarrassing me, I was enjoying myself. I listened to everyone's cheery banter, jumped at the random caresses below my belt, and sighed as my libido slowly built itself up. Tonight was going to be lots of fun. Our friend grinned and held his hands up. "Listen..." Master and I looked over, waiting, until his grin broadened. "No kids up. We can be as crazy as we want." He gazed at his wife, his cheeks rosy and bright. "We could have an orgy in the kitchen if we wanted." She rolled her eyes, but he was already looking over at my handsome cushion. "Ready for some friendly competition between best buddies?" Master chuckled and looked down at me, but I shook my head quickly. He had teased me with an audience before, but I was not going to have sex for one. Even with people I knew pretty well. Somehow he managed to spin the conversation to another college story, and I relaxed in Master's strong arms. I don't remember how long we all talked and joked, despite Master's distractions, but soon enough everyone agreed it was time to sleep. I practically grabbed Master's hand and guided him up the stairs straight to our guest room where are bags were already waiting. We said a final good night to our friends, and soon slid inside the darkened room, closing the door behind us. I turned to find Master, but he found me first. He pulled me away from the door quickly, stealing my lips in a fiery kiss. "Get in bed," he growled against my mouth, and I broke away, giggling. I was ready to spark. I jumped onto the mattress but was quickly pinned down before I could do anything else. "Your clothes shouldn't be on, Slave." I gasped as his teeth grazed my bare neck, nipping me lightly before he let me up once more. I shimmied out of my jeans and long sleeves, carelessly throwing them to the unseen floor. Before I could unfasten my bra he was there again. His large hand slid under the flimsy barrier, tweaking my puffy nipple teasingly. "You cheater..." I groaned, pushing my chest out for more of his attentive fingers. Master continued his ministrations, his free hand pinning me to his now bare chest. Soon enough my bra was ripped off as well, leaving me in just my thin cotton panties. I was flipped onto my back just as quickly, and the small barrier was torn away, sliding down my legs to join my other forgotten clothes. The bed dipped around me as he stalked me, barricading me between his legs and arms. "Did you like the teasing downstairs, Slave?" I trembled as his fingers dipped between my legs, searching for the answer. "Your little pussy is flooding." I arched as he probed me again, sliding several fingers inside me. Lips landed on my neck again, biting hard enough to make me jerk beneath him. "Please..." I whimpered, reaching down his waist for his own boxers. My hand hit only skin, and I mewled happily at the realization that he was as naked as me. Chuckling, Master nibbled again, moving down to my shoulder. His fingers retreated, making me groan, but it wasn't long until I felt him wedge a knee between my legs, parting them. I widened them more, and with a grunt of approval the young man was lined up, the tip of his cock already coated with my juices. Without a word, he shoved inside, making me cry out loudly. A hand pulled at my long hair. "Is this what you wanted Slave? Moaning so loudly the whole house can hear you?" I tried to shake my head but his grip on my locks tightened, a pleasant pain making me groan again. "They wanted you in the kitchen...and you would have loved it." A hard thrust punctuated his words, and I tangled my legs with his. Master grunted again, his lips moving along my jaw. "But I don't like to share." With that admission, Master began to piston into me faster than ever, throwing me into a spiraling orgasm that seemed to last forever. The hard grip on my hair and ghostlike kisses up my neck were making my head spin, and combined with his throbbing cock, I was in heaven. Past my own moans, I heard soft music begin to play. I almost thought nothing of it, as I was too focused on his addicting touches, but soon another sound caught my attention. Another female voice emitting soft cries into the night. My lover heard them too. "And the orgy's begun." I laughed, only to moan again as his cock shoved deeply into me, his pace much slower. "We're not...in the same room," I managed to pant out, giggling. He made a face in the darkness and rolled his hips. "We could've been." I didn't get a chance to reply before he pounded on the wall, interrupting the steady moans from the other room. "That's my boy!" he called, and I burst into laughter. I struggled to rise to my elbows, my face inches away from his. "Just...don't...stop." I wrapped one arm around his neck and pulled him into a kiss, melting against him as he delivered. We moved across the bed, changing positions and speeds until I was begging for a rest. Even then, I was not granted reprieve...we would whisper and listen to our friends, and he would tease me with his dancing fingers or torturous tongue. My chest was heaving after one such break, his lips suckling my enflamed pussy. I did not even get a chance to catch my breath before he seized my legs and threw them over his shoulders, piercing me again. "It's not a competition!" I groaned, but I couldn't hide the enthusiastic smile as I clung to him tighter. When he wanted to show off, I was happily willing to help. Master only leaned closer, nearly folding me in half as he pummeled into me. "But you love it." I shivered...so true. As I rose steadily higher to my climax, I heard the roughness in his voice and felt him tensing above me. "Come Slave!" I cried out as I felt him pump into me, bringing himself to the edge as well. "Come!" I shook, my body tingling from the inside out until finally I burst. Master finished soon after, keeping my body covered as his last strokes coated my insides with sticky cum. My ears rang but I didn't care. As Master slid my legs back down to the mattress, I gave him a peck on the cheek. "Thank you..." He just smiled and rolled over beside me, causing us to both groan at his exit. I curled up to his shoulder and we both listened to our friends clearly reaching the end of their fun as well. Master nudged me. "Think he's using toys?" I laughed and smacked him away, but he just grinned and waited. Her cries swelled to a magnificent volume, until finally they both calmed once more. "That's my BOY!" Master whooped again, his palm knocking against the shared wall in approval. I shook my head sleepily, laughing again. "You are so, so strange." ~*~*~ The next day flew by quickly. Through a joint effort between the family and myself, we convinced Master to stay one more night. The day was filled with delicious food, nostalgic stories, and children's games, but by the time night rolled around, we were back to competitions between friends, crazy movies, and sub-blanket teasing. When we finally returned to the guest room, I was torn between teaching Master a lesson and collapsing under the covers for much needed sleep. He seemed to have the same idea, and after some light teasing, we agreed sleep would be better. We talked quietly and listened to an encore performance from the room next door, but soon even those were subdued, and the night overwhelmed us both. The morning light bathed our room the next day, but that wasn't what woke me up. I shifted in my blankets, dreaming pleasantly of hands all over me, caressing and teasing and filling me... Through the visions of all these hands, I heard my name. It grew louder, quietly chanting through my sleepy fog until I could ignore it no longer. Slowly, I blinked, my sweet dream dissipating to reveal Master beside me instead. I groaned, squinting in the bright light. He rested quietly, watching me as I woke. "Sleep well?" the young man quipped, grinning, and I nodded sleepily. He ran a hand down my stomach, making me sigh. "You were moaning in your sleep, Slave." I blushed, trying to wake up fully. "Was I?" I flinched as he slipped into my panties, running his fingers to my sopping wet pussy. He brought them back up to show me, slick with juices. "Having naughty dreams?" I blushed again, and his caramel eyes twinkled merrily. "Let's take care of this then." His hands pushed down on my panties, shoving them partway down my thighs. I followed his lead, still shaking the last remnants of sleep away. When I was done, he was gazing intently down my naked body. "Now, pleasure yourself." I blinked, confused. "What?" Master clucked his tongue. "Masturbate. Show me how you tease yourself." He nodded toward my still hands. I blushed harder, suddenly aware of what he was asking. "I can't do that..." I started, but he only shook his head disapprovingly. "You can. Do it." Waves of embarrassment crashed over me, intensified by his alert stare. Slowly, I moved my hand between my legs, just barely grazing my exposed clit. My body pulsed in reply, and I repeated the action. Emboldened by the look of approval on Master's face, I began rubbing harder, drawing small circles over my clit. Master nodded again, grinning. "Finger yourself." I bit my lip and obeyed. Two fingers sank inside me, nowhere near the same girth that his yielded, but I sighed happily nonetheless. I curled the two digits in and out, trying to reach the same tantalizing spots that he could. I felt the bed dip beside me and looked over with glazed eyes. My handsome lover was standing, shoving his own boxer briefs down his legs. When he turned, his erection proudly pointed in my direction, making me run my fingers faster with another quiet moan. "That's it," I heard him say, and the bed dipped again as he crawled back towards me. "Now your nipples." I did not hesitate. My free hand rose up to my chest, feeling my nipples already perky and alert. I caught one rosy bud between my fingers and pinched lightly. A shiver ran down my spine to my tingling pussy, and I cried out. Master watched in approval, grasping his hardened flesh with one hand. I tried to watch him as he stroked himself, the stiff organ twitching in anticipation, but I was getting myself too worked up to keep my eyes open for long. Finally I rolled my head to the side, ignoring my spilled hair on the sheets. "Master, I'm so close!" I squeezed my breast in my hand, nearly arching as my fingers flew down below. Immediately, I was stopped by his hands and pulled upright. Before I could protest, the man yanked me above him and down onto his throbbing cock. "Oh!" I grabbed his shoulders, tensing as he massaged every hard to reach spot inside me that my own fingers failed to reach. My lover's face was furrowed in concentration, but his eyes sparkled in amusement. "Good job. I didn't want to wait to get you ready myself..." I tightened around him at the admission, embarrassed but incredibly heated at the same time. His name fell from my mouth like a chant as I rode him, my orgasm spiraling to completion. I burst around him, clenching onto his thick member with long moans. A hard slap filled the air, stinging my ass pleasantly. I cried out, arching above my lover as he pierced me again. "Again, please!" Another loud spanking landed on my rear, turning my soft skin pink. "Oooh thank you!" I could feel that coiling tightness in my belly and I prepared myself, gripping his shoulders tightly. BANG BANG BANG! A series of thundering knocks erupted against the bedroom door and I fell to Master's chest with a scream. He also jumped, but immediately began laughing as we heard our friend giggling on the other side of the door. She said something I couldn't make out, laughing loudly, and then footsteps quietly faded away. Master's chest rumbled with laughter, and he rubbed my bare back. "You okay?" I nodded, my heart beating rapidly from the scare. "Good." He grabbed my hips and rolled us both over until I was pinned beneath him. I snuggled against the white sheets below us, trying to control my breathing. "That...was scary." He grinned and shoved into me fully. Our new position let him pleasure me in new ways, and I relaxed in his hold. "More, please..." Master took me to the top several more times before I had to beg for a rest. My heart was beating rapidly and my face and chest were red from our bodies rubbing together. We lay quietly for several minutes, punctured only by teasing comments from Master or myself. It was a nice break, just laying beside each other and relaxing. I broke it first, rolling out of bed with a soft groan in search of water. My legs threatened to collapse beneath me, I was still so worn out, but I did not have to go far. I found the large mug of water on the bedside table and took several long swallowfuls before offering the rest to my energetic accomplice. I sat myself on the edge of the bed as he drank, observing him curiously. The curves of his body, clear definition in his arms, barest hint of stubble along his jaw and cheeks...My Master was attractive, that was for sure. When he was done with the drink and leaned over to put it on the ground, I couldn't help but focus at his semi-aroused cock. I couldn't help myself. Bending on my hands and knees, I caught the warm flesh between my lips. I felt him twitch, and I hummed pleasantly. Softly, I sucked him completely into my mouth, warming him up and giving him a chance to grow. Grow he did. As I swirled my tongue around him leisurely, I felt his organ harden and lengthen until his tip was tickling the back of my throat. I thought I heard him moan, but I was too focused on the metamorphosis happening in my mouth. Gingerly, I pulled back, letting my lips draw against his skin before sucking him right back in my moist cavern. My tongue and the suction of my mouth put a teasing pressure on his sensitive member, and this time his groan was definite. I repeated the action, allowing my tongue to lightly twirl around his now engorged head. A hand brushed against my long hair, and I shook it off, grinning around him. I was having fun exploring his body, and I did not want interruptions just yet. An idea popped into mind, and I slowly withdrew until just the tip was resting inside the comfort of my lips. Then, with a quick glance up at Master, I took a small breath and pulled him as deeply as I could manage. His cock nestled against the back of my throat, but I persisted. I pushed further, and the slightest bit of him slid down my passage. Master gasped above me, and I instantly withdrew. The man rose up on his elbows along with me. "Why'd you stop?" I smiled. "Air." My grin rose as I pushed him back down and leaned over him again, gripping the base of his decidedly harder cock gently. Once more I swallowed his length, focused this time. When he touched my throat I pushed forward, sliding him another inch down. Master groaned loudly as I tried to swallow, my throat constructing around him. When my air was gone, I popped back off, smiling proudly. "Can you do it again?" He asked, a strange tinge to his voice, and I nodded. As I bent again, I felt his fingers weave themselves into my hair, gently following my lead. My third attempt was the greatest. He slid past my tongue and down my throat easily, catching only at the wide middle of his great organ. "Take it slow, keep going," he urged, and I tried. Grasping his hips, I used him for leverage and pushed his cock deeper into my mouth. At first I was worried he was too big...I felt like he was choking me, unable to move further. Then, with another small swallow, he popped further, completely filling my throat. Master's fingers tightened in my hair, and I moaned against him. "Holy shit," he groaned, and I felt him push lightly against me. My nose was pressed against his crotch, taking his as deeply as possible, and it was clear he loved it. I couldn't hold the position long. As my breath ran out, I tapped his hips urgently, and he reluctantly helped me pull back. "So that's what's so great about deep throat..." he murmured, mixed emotions displayed on his face. I took a deep breath, watching him carefully. "Do you like it?" He opened his eyes, gazing at me incredulously. "Yes. Have you done that before?" I shook my head, smiling again. He seemed pleased with the answer. "Can you do it longer?" I laughed, stroking him in my hand. He was like steel now, completely rigid. "I can try. It was easier when you weren't so ready," I teased. He grinned back and waited as I stole a sip from our mug. Once rehydrated, I got back into position. His cock slid slowly, deeper and deeper, until again I was nuzzling his groin with my little nose. The young man's cock pulsed between my lips, and I nearly giggled. Softly, I brought up my hand and tickled his balls, swallowing reflexively as I massaged him. Master's low cries made me feel like a goddess...I had found something I could do to make him moan like me! Sadly, my air was running out rapidly. "Breathe through your nose," Master suggested, slightly breathless himself. I tried, but I was not getting enough air. I pulled back until he was again just sitting at the back of my throat, letting my tongue give a teasing lick on my way off. Popping off, I got ready to repeat my new move, but Master quickly sat up. "Break's over." He nearly pinned me to the mattress, capturing my lips in a fiery kiss that made me buzz happily against him. My cries were muted by his addicting kisses when he slammed back into me, his granite cock filling me completely in a single stroke. The rest of the morning was filled with tangled sheets and breathless moans. One thing was for sure...if this was how my New Year began, I couldn't wait to see what else Master had in store for me in the many months ahead.