2 comments/ 24517 views/ 0 favorites Your Story By: Dragonman_69 Part 1 – The Meeting Imagine a still summer's day, when nothing was moving, least of all you! We lay on our backs in the hay, the warm wind was soothing, it made me feel good, the day I met you. I lay, my head propped up on one arm, watching you as you lay there, arms folded behind your head. A strand of straw jutting from your mouth, twitching in rhythm to the gentle gnashing of your teeth. Your eyes are closed, a gentle smile plays across your face, your long hair aglow, naturally highlighted by the sun, I knew you could sense I was studying you! As my eyes move away from your face they follow the curve of your neck, you have on a short, lightweight summery dress, almost the colour of the straw you lay on. The dress is low-cut and well tailored, revealing enough of your breasts to get me aroused. I watched, mesmerised by the gentle rise and fall, the material pulled tightly, outlining your nipples, nipples that are harder than they should have ordinarily been. I feel my prick begin to stir in my shorts, my free hand moves to drape over my crotch, partly to hide what is going on, and partly to allow me to secretly fondle myself – God! what marvellous breasts you have. My eyes continue to scan downwards, over your cloth clad stomach, following every rise and fall, slowing as the material started to rise, following the curve of your mound. My prick twitched, I knew what treasure was hidden under that veil of thin, straw coloured cotton. I wondered if you shaved? I hoped that your cunt was shaven smooth and clean, well maybe not that clean, I wanted you to be a dirty little slut after all – mmmmm! Onwards and downwards, I study every inch of you, the hem of your dress finishing six inches above the knee. The legs below bare of tights or stockings, tanned and shapely, feet bare, the shoes having been removed during our walk over the fields now lay discarded on the straw. I couldn't believe my luck, lying watching a sexy, woman like you; a woman whom it seemed shared my tastes – God! I wanted you so badly I was oozing, the small, dark, damp patch on the front of my shorts would have betrayed me had my hand not concealed it, and had you not had your eyes closed. I look around where we lay amongst the collapsed hay bales. The remnants of our picnic scattered untidily around us, unfinished pate, a half eaten French stick, an empty red wine bottle. My mind wandered, fantasizing, oh! how I would love to slowly insert the dark-green bottle into your wet cunt, whilst you toyed with my prick, watching as your lips parted, engulfing the bottle's neck. Then when suitably wetted with your cream, imagining sliding it gently into your bum hole, watching as your puckered hole slowly opened, spreading ever wider apart as the tapered neck penetrated you deeper, your juice glistening in the sunlight. Watching closely as, eager to please your Master, you spread your legs wider to accommodate the widening glass neck, your cunt oozing, your bum hole stretching as you allowed me to force the bottle even deeper, deeper... The spell of my fantasy is broken by your voice! I am surprised, caught off guard, embarrassed and flustered, I squirm as I try to adjust myself, regain my Master's persona and make myself more comfortable without you realising what I was doing... "Errrrrr! Sorry! What did you say slut?" I stammered. "Do you like what you see? And what were you thinking about?" was your repeated question. My response was sharp and instant, "How dare you be so impertinent as to ask me a question without referring to me as Master?" You bow your head, but look at me with your deep, piercing eyes. The piece of straw you had been chewing on no longer hung between your lips, having been dropped, it lay lost amongst the tens of millions of other pieces of straw. Your mouth slightly open, your tongue just visible, held between the whiteness of your teeth as you consider your response. "Well? I'm waiting for your apology slut" is my next comment. No! not a comment, a command, stated firmly, not angry, yet, but demanding a response! Still a nervous silence from you, "Are you going to answer me or not?" asked more firmly, less kindly, irritated by your seeming indifference, seeming ignorance. "I am so sorry Master G! I wasn't ignoring you; I just wasn't sure how to answer. I am sorry if I have offended you!?" My sternness softens a little, I ignore the last bit of your response but make a mental note to punish you for your lack of respect at some later point. "Ask your question again, but this time show the correct respect slut!" "Yes Sir, sorry Sir! Do you like what you see? And what were you thinking about my Master?" "Yes, I love what I see, I want to see more, let me see more?" "I'm glad you find me pleasing Master G! What did you think about whilst looking at me Sir?" Looking over my shoulder I point and say, "Do you see that bottle?" "Yes Master!" is your reply as your eyes follow to where I was pointing? "Well I was imagining myself slowly stuffing that bottle into your wet, dripping cunt and then into your tight little bum hole!" You move, pushing yourself up at the waist, twisting your upper body to look at me. One arm supporting you, the other brushing absentmindedly at your hair, teasing out the loose bits of straw that cling to it. Your face is impassive, your eyes neutral, your mouth set in a thin straight line. My mind is reeling, have I offended you? Have I overstepped the boundaries of our relationship? Have I ruined the perfect sexual friendship? We had openly discussed sex when talking online, both openly stating that our tastes were pervier than most, but that was online, what now in the real world?... To be continued...I hope? Your Story You stepped up onto the stage. You were getting nervous by this point, but nothing would make you step down. You knew that you could succeed; you knew that you would be able to complete what you started. As you hit center-stage the lights dimmed and the music began. You decided not to look out at the awaiting audience just yet. Rather than look, you decided to just start your choreography. As a senior dance student from Julliard, this routine was important to guaranteeing your spot in the world-renowned travelling dance troupe. Since it was your life dream to travel with Julliard's Graduate Dancers, this final performance could make or break you career. Ballet has always been your life and you couldn't even begin to imagine living without it. So you began to dance. Pirouette after pirouette, twists and turns and leaps. It was the best performance of your life. Afterwards the judges came to congratulate you. "Off the record, I think yours was the best performance of the night!" said the assistant director of the JGD troupe. "Thank you, sir, thank you very much," you replied, getting so excited. After shaking hands with the judges and talking to your fellow performers and friends, you noticed the time, and realized that if you didn't hurry you were going to be late. You exited the stage and caught a cab. ~*~ Your fiancé was in town from LA and you had plans to meet him for dinner at his hotel. Afterwards you were hoping for a special treat. Since he was such a great lover and you hadn't seen him for a month and a half not only were you getting antsy, you were hoping for a mind-blowing experience. You had shaved yourself clean in anticipation. "Hello, darling," said your fiancé as you met in the lobby, "You're looking wonderful tonight." "Thank you, dear, you have no idea how much I've missed you!" You reply, throwing your arms around his neck. He leaned in for a deep kiss. You could feel his tongue as is swished around yours, and you opened your mouth to deepen the kiss. You could feel all eyes on you as he spun you around and broke the kiss. "I think we should get dinner before I get too carried away," he said as he led you to the table. The waiter arrived and brought them to a secluded table in the back of the restaurant. It was behind a floral wall and completely invisible to the passerby. It was the perfect place for you and your fiancé to cuddle up during dinner. "What can I get you to drink? Anything for an appetizer, or right to the main course?" The waiter asked. "I think that we'll have some champagne and then go right to the main dish. Whatever you feel is the most appropriate for a celebration night. But please take your time bringing it," your fiancé replied with a wink at the waiter. "Very well sir," the waiter replied, nodding his head as he backed away. "I think it's time to pick up where we left off in the lobby. I've missed you so much," whispered your fiancé as he kissed your neck. You could feel his warm, moist breath, "I think it's time for me to tell you how much I love you." Your fiancé put his hand on the small of your back and pulled you forward so that you were half lying across his lap. He kissed you deeply again, and began to fondle your ample behind, causing you to moan. "Shh," he hushed, "you don't want to cause a scene. The waiter won't be back for a good half an hour. I've missed you more than words can say, and I hope you'll let me show you just how much that is when we get back to my room." You took the opportunity to reach down and caress the front of his trousers, saying, "You know I will." The two of you always enjoyed getting out a little sexual tension while in a public place. It was a game you played around the city, seeing where you could, or couldn't, get away with it. This hotel was new however, and you had never tested it out. You didn't want to go all the way this time, knowing that you could save that for later, but you did figure a little oral would go unnoticed. You reached to his zipper, and slowly pulled out his member. You began to stroke it slowly and your fiancé shuddered from your cold fingertips. Slowly he began to become hard and you knelt down in front of him and took him gently between your lips. Sucking lightly while moving up and down, you could feel him growing harder by the second. You knew that the slower you went, the crazier you would drive him and the more he'd want to cum. But you knew that you weren't going to let him. Not until after the food arrived. You kept it up, slowly teasing your fiancé until he was on the brink of letting go. Then you eased up to your seat, zipping him back in, just moments before the waiter arrived with your champagne and meal. He set down the dishes and excused himself. Before you could begin to eat, your fiancé leaned to you, brushed your cheek with his lips. "If you trust me, close your eyes," he whispered. You closed your eyes and leaned back against the seat. You felt your fiancé lifting the hem of your skirt up, and pushing aside your panties. You gasped as your fiancé slowly slid an ice cube up inside of you. "Try to eat, now," he muttered, "teach you to tease me." You closed your eyes and took a deep breath. You opened them and commenced with eating your dinner. Food has always been a sensual object between you and your fiancé and tonight was no exception. Between bites he would kiss and caress you, never letting you forget the cold sensation flowing from within. Once again you dropped to your knees and pulled him out. You decided to let him cum now so that you could keep him going longer later. Slowly you caressed your fiancé, taking him into your mouth again, this time letting his member slide down the back of your throat. This time it was him that gasped. He wasn't used to you letting him deep throat you. You could feel him getting harder as you moved your head up and down on his member. Finally, he came and you sucked and licked him clean. As you zipped him up and finished your meal, the waiter arrived with dessert and the check. He handed it to your fiancé and winked as he walked away. You ate desert relatively quickly, looking forward to the real desert that was to come upstairs. You and your fiancé made it up to his room; the door had barely slammed before he ripped your clothes off of you, scooped you up and tossed you to the bed. "I've been waiting all night to ravish your body," he said as he began to suckle on your breasts. You felt his hand slip down to your thigh. As he began to nip and pull at your nipples, he also began to massage your legs, getting closer and closer to your mound every second. Suddenly he flipped you around and took your pussy into his mouth. "I love your taste," he said, as he sucked your juices, "I love everything about your body, and I love that you're all mine." The next few moments were a blur, he had you all worked up, sucking and nibbling, taking your clitoris into his mouth and suckling it until you came in an explosive orgasm, for the first time in a month and a half. He spun you back around and rolled on top of you. As he slipped inside you gasped. It had been so long that you were rather tight. His size filled you completely and he rode you till dawn. The two of you collapsed into a fit of heavy breathing, tangled together in the sheets. ~*~ The next morning, you awoke to a note on the pillow next to you, "My darling girl, as you know, work calls at the most inconvenient times. Until next month when we meet again, adieu and farewell, I'll love you always." Your Story Ch. 02 Have I overstepped the boundaries of our relationship? Have I ruined the perfect sexual friendship? We had openly discussed sex when talking online, both openly stating that our tastes were pervier than most, but that was online, what now in the real world?... Your free arm moves, reaching out towards me, towards my neck. My eyes focus on your hands, on your nails, sharp, well manicured, painted a rich burgundy colour. My eyes follow as your hand moves beyond my vision, reaching behind my neck, the gentle contact of your skin against mine surprises me, I feel your warmth, the pressure as you place your hand on the back of my head. This is not the action I expect from my slave, but I allow you to continue, curious to find out where this is going. I feel the pressure increase as you gently pull my head towards you. I look straight into your eyes, eyes now submissive and worshipping. I watch as your lips slowly part, I can see every pore, every detail of your beautiful face, I watch as your head tilts slightly to one side, I watch as your eyes slowly close. I can feel the gentle caress of your breath against my face as you whisper "I love you Master! I will do anything for you, anything you desire of me My Master!". I am pleased with your words, I hope that you can be all that I want you to be, and more. My head tilts in the opposite direction, my eyes closing fractions of a second behind yours. Our parted lips meet, Christ! I almost came there and then I was so fucking horny, our tongues meet, exploring each other, and then part. I can feel the warmth, the dampness of your mouth, sweet, enticing, passionate. The smoothness of your teeth – mmmmm! I can feel you invade me with your tongue, exploring me in a similar fashion to the way I am exploring you. The kiss is electrifying, the embrace held for what seemed like hours, suddenly I knew there was no going back. I knew this was the start of something few people ever experience, I knew we were going to explore each other totally, no holds barred, no barriers erected, anything and everything we had spoken about was a possibility – Oh boy! You are the first to break away, we both gasp for air. As your breathing slowly returns to normal you whisper huskily "I want you to lick me please Master! finger me, I'm so wet, feel! I'm so horny! I want you to punish me Master for making you have such dirty thoughts about me! Please punish me My Master, make me cum, PLEASE!". I reach out, and push you roughly back into the bed of straw, you squirm and squeal, giggling like a schoolgirl, and you struggle half-heartedly as I reposition myself in front of you. I reach down and place my hands on the outside of your knees, sliding them upwards along your thighs. As they slide up your legs the hem of your skirt follows, the material gathering and rucking as it is dragged upwards. I get the first glimpse of your crotch, the red silky material of your thong a sexual and intimate image for my eyes to feast on. I move the dress further up, exposing all of your undergarment and the lower part of your belly – I'm in heaven, intoxicated by my slave's loveliness! You part your legs, allowing me a better view, the red silky material of your panties appears darker, less shiny deeper down between your legs. I look towards you, you smile, and nod, granting me silent permission to do unto you as I please, and reaching out with your hand I allow you to gently guide my head down towards your expectant cunt. As I draw closer I can see that the dark patch is dampness, your cunt juices soaking into the material of your thong, a dampness that betrays your sluttish arousal. I inhale, and then inhale more deeply – mmmmm! I can smell your sex, sweet and bitter all in one, a warm musk, I harden, it's all I can do to stop myself raping you there and then. But I control my urge, after all why should I rush your punishment? And it will be some fucking punishment, I just want you to be a bad girl for me all of the time – I want you to give me the excuse to punish you so badly all of the time – xxxxx! I grab your hips, and lean forward, the tip of my nose touches your panties just above the damp spot. I slowly reach out with my tongue, dragging it across the redness of the material, you moan. Again I lick, harder, tasting your juice – mmmmm! – Again, again and again! Your hips thrust and buck, as you try to impale your cunt on my tongue but the material of your panties is an impenetrable barrier. Your free hand reaches down between your legs, your fingers sandwiched between my tongue and the material of your thong as your fingers curl around damp material, pulling it to one side, exposing your cunt, I shiver with excitement, your cunt is smooth and bald, it is shaven, I am pleased that you had done as I'd earlier requested. I can feel pre-cum ooze from my prick – mmmmm! Your cunt lips are swollen, redder, and darker than the surrounding skin; they glisten, coated in your juice. I can see it collect at the bottom of your hole, white and thick, so much of it that it looks like spunk dribbling from your cunt. The smell is overwhelming my senses, it's a drug and I'm an addict, I want more, I need more! I'm your crack addict! – lol!! You guide my head down again with your other hand "Tongue fuck me please Master, be dirty, use me!" Without hesitation, my tongue flicks along your pussy lips, up one side and down the other, down until it flicks against your puckered little bum hole; you shiver as I flick around your anus, I know you don't like full on scat, but I think the thought of me licking your dirty shit-hole turns you on deep down inside. Then back up, this time more forcefully, parting your cunt lips, my saliva mixing with your juices, a cocktail made in heaven. You moan, keeping the pressure up on my head, showing me how badly you want me to tongue fuck you, burying my head deeper in your crotch. My upper teeth scrape on your swollen clitoris, I thrust my tongue as deep as i can into your tunnel. Although it aches, my tongue thrashes about in your hole like a spastic snake; my teeth and thumb now join forces to stimulate your love bud. Your body is twisting and writhing as you try to impale yourself deeper onto my tongue, you're panting and mewling, and in between this you're voicing a crazy mantra "fuck, fuck, lick my cunt" more moans, then "fuck, fuck, lick my cunt" again, repeated over and over. Suddenly your body tenses, your legs clamping my head, forcing my face deeper into your cunt, my mouth is full of your warm juice, it dribbles out and down over my chin. You clasp my head with your hands and squeal, "I'm coming Master G, I'm cooooooomingggggggggggggg – ooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo!" and you shudder! Your first orgasm with me, the first but not the last – I hope! xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx To be continued................................I hope? Your Story Ch. 03 Part 3 – The Meeting Dedicated to Tabitha, thank you for the first positive feedback comments... ...Suddenly your body tenses, your legs clamping my head, forcing my face deeper into your cunt, my mouth is full of your warm juice, it dribbles out and down over my chin. You clasp my head with your hands and squeal, "I'm coming Master G, I'm cooooooomingggggggggggggg – ooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo!" and you shudder! You continue holding my head in position beneath you as another wave of pleasure runs wildly through your body. As you shudder I can feel your cunt spasm, and as it spasms I am hit in the face with a fresh deluge of your cum. I have never experienced this in a woman before and I am fascinated, I want to taste you, I want to smell you, I want to watch you. As your orgasm slowly subsides you relax the pressure on my head, allowing me to back off a few inches, enough distance to get a good view of your cunt, and what a sight. The imagery is so intense, so purely animal, it's all I can do to stop myself cumming in my shorts, I ooze into my already wet clothing, I am certain in my own mind that if I stood up now you'd think that I'd pissed myself – mmmmm! Your pussy lips are more swollen and redder than they had been a few minutes earlier, the one side pushed out further by the gathered material of your red silky thong, now sodden with the joint natural cocktail of your cum and my saliva, now appearing almost black in their wetness. Your lips slick with the same mixture of juices, your clitoris is a swollen pink pearl, the hood drawn back, no longer capable of hiding your treasure from me, a treasure that I want only myself to play with, a treasure no one else should ever share. Your black hole beckons me, twitching gently as the intensity of your orgasm dies away, and running from your hole a thick, yellowish-white paste, thicker than spunk. Your cream is still oozing out of your cunt as I watch enthralled, running down between your bum cheeks, I continue to watch in fascination feeling an overwhelming urge to taste you, to drink your cream. My head moves forward again, and although both your hands are still on the back of my head you don't force me down, you simply follow as I dip back down to taste your nectar. I sniff you gently like a dog sniffs a bitch in heat, I am reacting animalistically, your cream has a strong aromatic smell, a heady fragrance as old as the human race. A natural perfume but with one function – to intoxicate and arouse, and oh boy! It has the desired effect; it is my turn to shudder with barely controllable lust. My tongue snakes out, its tip gently probing, tasting the fluid, the flavour is slightly salty, not unpleasant, your cream is warm with your warmth. I reach between your legs with the middle finger of my right hand, and into the valley created by your bum cheeks. As my finger makes contact with your skin you flinch slightly, not from pain or fear but from the contrasting cold of my finger compared to the heat of your body. I slowly slide my finger up the crack of your arse, slowly upwards towards your cunt, and as my finger moves upwards it gathers and collects your own natural honey. As I collect my prize I start to move, start to reposition myself, I want you to kneel before me and demonstrate your own blind love, devotion and obedience to me, your Master. As I push up from the waist your hands slowly disengage themselves from behind my head. The right one falling away to drape gently over the inside of your right thigh the rich burgundy coloured finger nails visible against the whiteness of your skin, the thumb resting idly on the soaked, gathered material of your thong. The left hand you lay gently on your stomach, fingers relaxed and spread partly over the rucked-up material of your dress and partly over the bare flesh of your lower belly. Again the rich burgundy coloured finger nails visible against the whiteness of your skin and the rumpled pale straw coloured material of your dress, the little finger pointing downwards towards your clean shaven fanny, a sign showing me the way, not that I will have any trouble finding your beautiful cunt again slut – mmmmm! I move, and as I settle into a comfortable position, kneeling on your right-hand side, I lower my head and gaze upon your beautiful face, a face aglow with an inner warmth. Looking up from your inclined position, your eyes slowly refocus and look into mine, a contented smile adorns your face, and I smile back, wickedly, the depravity of the moment etched onto my face. Slowly, oh so very slowly I lower my right hand, the middle finger extended, your eyes widen as you notice the thick whitish coating, your cream. It's obvious to you what I want, and you form an 'O' with your mouth as I slowly push my middle finger deep into the opening, past the first knuckle joint, then the second, you close your lips around the base of my finger. The taste is obviously to your liking, your eyes close and your head tips back with unadulterated pleasure. Recovering slightly from your surprise you open your eyes and watch my face as I slowly withdraw my finger from your still closed lips. I can feel the finger slide across your tongue and between your lips. I feel hardness as the finger occasionally catches on your teeth. I experience the contrasting warmth and cold as the finger passes from your mouth to the air outside. This movement removes all of your cum from my finger. When my finger is eventually fully exposed you close your mouth, swallow and smile. You shuffle, moving your arms down and backwards onto the straw, pushing yourself up on your elbows, raising your upper body to get a better view. I scan your body with my eyes, the hem of your dress remains rucked, your slick, shaven, wet pussy invitingly exposed. The thumb of your right hand strokes, absentmindedly against your pouting pussy lip. I noticed that as you have pushed yourself up the left hand strap of your dress has slid off your shoulder, the front of your dress dropping, exposing your left breast. The nipple is hard and erect, surrounded by an almost perfect brown circle, a contrast to the white mound of flesh, the whole just begging to be chewed hard – mmmmm! Your eyes follow my own; a wicked smile crosses your face as you see your exposed breast. Looking back up towards me you ask, "Would you like to suck my tit Master? Please!" I smile and nod "Yes I would slut!" You move, raising yourself, adopting a similar position to my own, we kneel face-to-face, separated by barely twelve inches. We stare into each other's eyes, I notice how swollen your pupils are and wonder if my own betray my arousal in a similar fashion? Leaning forward you kiss me gently on the lips, slowly sucking my bottom lip between your lips, I feel your top teeth caress my lip gently at first, nipping as you pull away, "Take me Master, I need to be punished for coming before you! Take me now, please My Master! – mmmmm!" To be continued...I hope? Your Story Ch. 04 Part 4 – the meeting... ...Leaning forward you kiss me gently on the lips, slowly sucking my bottom lip between your lips, I feel your top teeth caress my lip gently at first, nipping as you pull away, "Take me Master, I need to be punished for coming before you! Take me now, please My Master!' – mmmmm! Your usual wicked grin appears even more wicked, if that was at all possible, you look down between us, down towards your cunt, "May I play with myself Master?" I nod my consent, watching enthralled as you reach between your thighs with your right hand, you slip your fingers into your sopping cunt. Sudden movement! you throw your head back as you finger yourself, your eyes closed, your mouth slightly open as a slow animal-like mewl issues forth from deep inside you. I look back down, watching your hand as you rub yourself. After a few moments you pull your hand from between your legs. My eyes widen as I see how much of your own cum you have managed to collect, all four fingers thickly coated with your cream. I look back up; back up into eyes wide with lust and mischievousness, the tip of your tongue pokes out between your lips, travelling left-to-right as you wet them. You sniff your own juice-covered fingers; I can smell your intoxicating odour from where I am. You lean forward, I imagine that you're about to lick your fingers, however I stop you in your tracks, placing the fingers of my left hand against your lips, "No! I didn't give you permission to lick your fingers, did I slut?" You shake your head in agreement, "No! But you did say that you wanted to suckle my tit didn't you My Master?" I nod my head once in agreement, "Well! I'd like you to suck my tit please Master! Chew on my nipple! Hurt me just a little bit, please Master!" I nod my head again, once; in agreement "Yes slave!" is my response to your last question. You smile, whispering "Thank you My Master!" as you move your left hand to cup the underside of your left breast, raising it slightly, pushing the nipple upwards and outwards towards me. Your right hand drops away from your face, heading in the direction of your cupped tit, fingers reaching for your nipple. "Would it add to My Masters pleasure if I coat my nipple with his slaves cum?" I nod, "Yes slave, do it now!" I watch excitedly as you start to play with your nipple, wiping your own cum over the erect bud, smearing your own cream over your exposed flesh. However, this time as you fondle yourself, your eyes remain open, watching my reactions, again your mouth opens and that familiar animal-like mewl issues slowly forth from you, it's obvious that you are enjoying yourself – mmmmm! "Sorry Master, I have made a mess, I know I have no right to ask, but I would be ever so grateful if you'd clean my tit up for me Master?" Looking into your eyes I respond with a simple "Yes!" I kneel lower, leaning close, I place my hands on the top of your bent legs for support. Letting go of your tit you reach behind my head with your left hand stroking my thinning hair, encouraging me to suckle you, the right hand suspended by your side, fingers still coated with the remnants of your own cum. My tongue flicks out like some spastic snake, lapping across your erect bud, you flinch, ffffffffffwwwwwww! A sharp intake of breath at the first contact "Mmmmm! Harder please My Master, harder please!" you beg "Suck me hard! Hurt me please Master!" I clamp my mouth over your breast, sucking, drawing your nipple in deeper. You begin to moan "Mmmmm! Yes! That's it My Master, suck, Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!" you can feel the roughness of my tongue as it rasps over your flesh; I can taste your cunt juice, a strong aphrodisiac – mmmmm! Suddenly you squeal as I bite down on your nipple, gently at first, softly grinding your teat between my teeth, "Oh Yes! Fuck that's good Master – Harder please, hurt me more, I deserve to be hurt!" I bite harder, my teeth clamping on your bud, tugging! "Oooooo! That is sooooooo good My Master – ooooooooooooooooo!" You shudder as a mild orgasm passes through your body "Ooooooooooooooooo! Enough Master, please stop! I'm so sensitive there!" I release you, a slight anger awaking inside at you asking me, your Master to stop. I have hardly started my ministrations of your tits, but I bite my tongue, this is our first real meeting, I do not want to risk ruining our blossoming relationship, but you will be punished, I make a mental note to do so! Returning to my kneeling position; I watch as again you cup your breast with your left hand, raising it so that we can examine my handiwork. A red ring against the whiteness of your skin an indication of how hard I was sucking, the nipple reddish-brown and tender from the attention I had given it. Both clean of your own cream, I loved your taste and I still savoured your bodily essence – mmmmm! I look into your eyes and smile, "You are one horny bitch! And such a fucking tease! I think it's time you were punished properly slut!" I say. "You haven't seen anything yet My Master, for you my depravity knows no bounds!" is your reply. "I hope you're telling the truth slave, I will be very disappointed if you're lying! Now clean your fingers slut whilst I remove my shorts! They've become a little uncomfortable?" I climb to my feet, and begin to fumble with my belt buckle, fingers all a jumble with excitement, whilst trying not to show how much I want you! I finally manage to release the clasp. Standing before you I look down at your face, you look up towards me and smile, slowly you raise the fingers of your right hand, the remnants of your own cum still visible. Without looking away from me you insert each finger, one at a time into your mouth, cleaning each as it's slowly withdrawn through your puckered red lips. I shudder uncontrollably as you sigh, I know what your experiencing, I know what you are tasting – mmmmm! As you continue to suck your fingers clean, all the time your eyes fixed on me, watching me coyly like some naughty schoolgirl I continue to remove my shorts. Dropping them to my feet I raise my left leg, lifting it clear and placing it back down, and then with a quick flick of my right foot I launch my grounded shorts towards two pairs of discarded shoes, yours and mine. I stand before you dressed in only my t-shirt, you lower your gaze, and your head is level with my crotch... To be continued...I hope?