...of all Possible Worlds - Chapter Twelve
"What is you doin' in here, girl?" Mercy asked me in her lyrical voice, frowning as I picked up a peeler and started skinning potatoes.
"Cooking." I smiled at her. She was preparing some stuffing for the chicken sitting near a big roasting pan.
"No, you aint. Put them taters down and gone take a bath." She leaned close, wrinkling her nose at me. "You smell like finger puddin'."
"I do not!" I laughed at her. "I'll take a bath later. I've got time."
"Hmph." She shook her head. "You think cause I'm old I ain't got no sense? I forget what it smells like? You best put them clothes in the wash too."
"Just let me do something, okay? I'm bored," I said, and I wasn't putting the potato down.
"You's bored?" She chuckled at that. "I told Suh, he oughta put you to working way back when, but now he's gone and spoilt you good."
"Working?" I made a little face. "I do work. I clean. I dusted the upstairs the other day, or maybe you didn't notice that."
"Is that what you was doin' up there?" Mercy pushed stuffing into the chicken. "You doan know the first thing bout bein' a house negra."
"That's cause every time I want to learn something, you kick me out," I told her, and that was true. She wouldn't even teach me to cook.
"Now you ain't never gone be a kitchie coo, child!" Mercy laughed and shook her head. "You's just a bedroom negra and bedroom negras get bored if they ain't a hard man around, that's a fact."
"It's not my fault," I pouted.
"And that's why you's come round here smellin' like negra pie." She started suturing the chicken closed, quickly and without hardly even looking at her fingers. "You's gone and got yourself a girl, huh?"
"Negra pie?" I giggled.
"Bound to happen, I spose," Mercy shrugged. "Suh ain't gone like it none, but that be your business anyway."
"You think he'd be mad if he knew?" I bit my lip because I hadn't thought about it.
"Is you blind, or just stupid?" The old woman looked at me as she put the bird in a pan. "That man ain't never had no use for catnip 'cept it was like yours."
"Catnip?" I gasped and giggled, and I wondered just how many different ways Mercy could refer to sex and not say it.
She took the peeler away from me, shouldering me aside.
"And you's come home smellin' like you's livin' in it now." She peeled quickly, paying more attention to me than her hands. "Talkin' bout bein' bored and cryin' for somethin' to do like you's on holiday."
"What?" I had to listen carefully as Mercy's accent grew seriously thick when she got excited.
"All you's gone do is look pretty, smile pretty, an saddle up pretty." Mercy peeled three potatoes in the time it took me to do one. "And that done mean stickin' ya lil thingy in no field ginga neither. Oughta lick yer black behine with a strap fer comin' home stinkin' like that."
"Okay…Okay." I rolled my eyes. "I'll take a bath. God!"
"And doan you blaspheme in this house!" She frowned at me, pointing that peeler at my nose.
So much for learning how to cook, I thought. I tried though, once in awhile, and had been trying for a year, but Mercy always kicked me out. The kitchen was definitely her place and she guarded it jealously. The master bedroom upstairs was mine and I was the same way, I suppose. Mercy didn't step a foot in it anymore, except to clean while I was at school. When I was home, she'd stand at the door, but never come inside. It was our bedroom, mine and Mr. Reiser's, and any pretense that I was anything but his mistress had long been over and done with.
It did get boring though, to tell the truth. I went to school, but there was never any homework, not like my previous school, the catholic one. That had been hard and I'd had to do a lot of studying to keep up, but the segregated school was easier, or maybe I was smarter, but I doubted it. After school, I came home and made myself pretty for my Master, and just waited for him. I read magazines, watched television, and even used the internet sometimes. Slaves weren't supposed to use the internet and even freeborn blacks didn't have unlimited access, but Mr. Reiser never bothered to turn the black filter on. When the weather was warm, I'd sit outside by the pool. I did some exercise everyday, some dance aerobics mostly, but diet and hormones were giving me a real body and the exercise was just for fun really.
I had changed a lot over the previous year. Besides having real breasts now, tits that were about as perfect as you can imagine, I had slightly wider hips and my ass was a little bigger, not a lot, but enough to be better. Round and firm and nice. My waist was still small, so I had a pleasing figure and nobody could tell I wasn't a real girl, not unless they saw my penis, and I'd gotten very good at hiding that. I could wear a two piece bikini and walk around the beach and men, straight men, would stare at my body happily. Mr. Reiser had taken me down to the Gulf Coast for a few weekends the previous summer and so I knew it for a fact -- I was beautiful.
And bored, like I say, waiting for my Master to come home from work. Most often we'd have sex right away, just quick fun sex, and then we'd have dinner. Mr. Reiser would do some work in his study then and later we might go to the Owner's Club, or maybe just go upstairs and make love until we fell asleep. Once in awhile he'd take me someplace else, someplace more public, since I was now completely passable, but being gay was illegal. Even though me being his slave gave Mr. Reiser a loophole, if he was found out publicly it could be very embarrassing for him. Privately, all of his friends knew, of course, but so long as it stayed an open secret nobody cared.
It was much like having a black mistress, which most white owners had. They were a public secret. The men would never admit it and nobody would bring the subject up socially, but privately, everyone knew and approved, or at least tolerated the practice. The whole affair seemed frustrating and hypocritical, I thought, but it had been that way forever and it wasn't going to change anytime soon. I just wished there was more for a bedroom negra like me to do than fuck all the time, or sit around waiting to be fucked, which was my real complaint. I liked the sex just fine, it was the in betweens I didn't like so much.
The only things I had to do were things that had to do with being Mr. Reiser's mistress. Like doing my vocal exercises, which I hated, but that's what I was doing after my bath. I'd had surgery to shorten my vocal cords, and that had been a little frightening because the doctors had told my Master that I could lose my voice completely, or come out of it sounding like a frog or something. It wasn't exactly the sort of thing that they did to a lot of girls and so it was experimental, you might say.
Mr. Reiser had it done though, and while my voice had been reasonably girlish before, especially if I tried to sound like a girl, now I didn't have to try at all. I had a soft, high-pitched voice, kind of breathless actually, but my Master thought that sounded sexy, so it was okay. I couldn't yell or anything, however, because if I did, I'd lose my voice for two or three days just that quick. I had to exercise my vocal cords, or so the doctor had said, and he'd given me a little CD with exercises on it, sounds to imitate and words and phrases and just musical notes to hum along with.
So I was humming and sort of dancing around naked because I'd gotten tired of sitting and then laying down, and I'd brushed my hair already and made up my face and painted my toes red and my fingernails, too. I was dark and pretty and feeling like a prisoner just because there was nothing else to do.
"Well now, this is different." Mr. Reiser startled me. I was jumping on the bed, pretty high too, and almost hitting my head on the ceiling.
"Oh!" I stopped, falling on my bare brown butt and giggling. "Hi!"
"Hi!" He grinned at me and started taking off his suit.
"I was, um, exercising." I stuck out my tongue a little and I was always happy when my Master came home.
"I see that." He nodded. "You break the bed and we'll have to sleep in your room."
"I won't break it," I promised. "Not by myself anyway."
"Is that right?" Mr. Reiser had loosened his tie and he reached for the little stereo we had in there, turning it off.
"Do you think I'm getting bigger?" I asked him, thinking about what Sarah had said.
"Bigger?" he asked. I got off the bed, standing there naked as I grabbed the head of my penis, the loose wrinkled foreskin covering the tip like a tiny elephant nose, and pulled my cock up for him.
"Or is it getting smaller?" I wondered.
"I think it's about the same, Dani." Mr. Reiser chuckled. "Still perfect."
"You think those shots are going to make it so I don't get hard anymore?" I sighed. "I hope not."
"No. Your cock is going to work just fine. The doctors know what they're doing," he assured me, undressing slowly while I played with myself.
"I hope so." I felt a little grumpy. "I feel like a guinea pig."
"Heh!" Mr. Reiser laughed. "You're the sexiest guinea pig I ever saw then. What's wrong?"
"I don't know." I shrugged. "Mercy wouldn't let me help her cook."
"You're not supposed to cook."
"I know." I played with my penis for him, pulling the dark foreskin back and forth. "I'm just…Bored."
"Bored, huh?" He nodded. "It's kind of hard being the only teenager around here, isn't it?"
"Yeah." I shrugged. "Maybe."
"Maybe I should find a boy," Mr. Reiser said, kind of throwing it out there like it didn't mean anything, but I knew him too well.
"You want another slave?" I frowned at that. "Why?"
"Just a houseboy, someone to help take care of the place," he said, but my Master was lying.
"You don't like me anymore?" I blinked at him, being childish, I knew.
"What? Dani, you know better than that," he said. "You'd have a friend, someone your own age to keep you company."
"I have you," I said, and I was shaking a little, fighting with my feelings. "Mercy's here too. Why can't it be just us?"
"He isn't going to come between us." Mr. Reiser pulled off his pants, standing there in his black socks and white underwear now, loose boxers and a ribbed sleeveless t-shirt.
"You already got him," I said, hearing what he wasn't saying.
"He'll be here tomorrow."
"I hate you." I swallowed hard and started crying. I couldn't help it.
"Dani…" My Master frowned.
"I don't hate you. I love you!" I sobbed, moving to embrace him, wrapping my arms around the man and pressing a wet cheek to his chest. "Don't do it, please? Don't do it."
"I already did it," Mr. Reiser said softly. He hugged me as we stood there. "I had my lawyer file the papers today. He's slaveborn. He's just a house nigger, that's all. He isn't like you, Dani. Nobody is."
"You're going to love him." I shook my head, wiping my face on his t-shirt.
"I'm not going to love him," he said, chuckling. "Fuck him, yeah, but you're the one I love. Believe that."
"Sarah's master got a new slave and now she sleeps on the floor."
"What?" Mr. Reiser hardly knew Sarah, except as a girl I went to school with. "Stop crying. You know I don't like it."
"I'm sorry, Master." I sniffled and tried to stop, but it was hard.
"Look at me." He took me by the shoulders, pushing me back a step and I turned my eyes up, blinking rapidly. "I don't treat you like a slave, you know that. But that's what you are. It isn't up to you if I buy a new nigger or not."
"Yes sir." I nodded, wiping at my eyes.
"This boy's going to be here and he's going to stay. I won't have you misbehaving," he told me seriously. "I haven't whipped you yet, but I will. I swear to God. If you disobey me, I'll take you for a whipping."
"Yes sir." I swallowed hard and I believed him.
"If you keep acting up. I'll take you down to Orleans and put you on the market, understand me?"
"Y-You'll whore me out?" I almost sobbed, but held it in somehow.
"You'll spend the next nineteen years working a cat house on Bourbon Street, I promise." My Master stared into my eyes and I was afraid to turn away.
"I'm sorry." I took a ragged breath and nodded quickly. "Master, I'm sorry."
"After dinner you'll tell Mercy I want you strapped, a dozen licks," he said. "You get me before she does it."
"M-Master?"
"I want to watch," he told me, and I looked down at that.
He'd had me strapped before from time to time, if I'd been foolish, or most often Mercy would decide when I needed it. Mr. Reiser had never watched though, so far as I knew. It made me both frightened and excited because I did like the razor strop, odd as that may sound. I liked the way Mercy spanked me with it and I especially liked the way she eased my pain afterwards. It was both a punishment and a reward that filled me with confused and conflicting emotions and I wondered if my Master understood that.
"Yes sir," I agreed.
Mr. Reiser let me embrace him then, pressing my body once more to his, and I kissed him through his t-shirt, stained now with my tears and saliva. I kissed him anyway and moved my mouth towards his bare skin, the side of it where there were no sleeves but large ovals exposing the top of his ribs and armpits. I moved my mouth there, sniffing hard as my nose was a little runny from crying, but I could still smell him. Mr. Reiser's sweaty skin was all male and I licked at his salty flesh and dragged my tongue upward, finding the musky damp of his hairy pit. I buried my face there, breathing him in and kissing him, losing myself in his manliness. I wallowed in that rich presence, my heart beating faster and my body growing even warmer than I already was.
My nipples stiffened with arousal, like my small penis as I rubbed it against my Master's through his thin cotton boxers. He was hard as well, Mr. Reiser's large cock straining as I slid my body against his. I reached down, feeling playful after my silly outburst, and guided my penis through the opening of his underwear. Rather than pulling my Master's cock free, I pushed my penis inside and found his, rubbing my girl cock against his manhood. He liked that and murmured his approval while stroking my hair and back, holding my mouth to his armpit and savoring the pleasures I could bring him there.
After a minute or so of that, Mr. Reiser reached for my ass. I moved my mouth to his chest, kissing his nipple through his t-shirt and biting at it. He held my ass with both hands and finally he lifted me off my feet, making me giggle and gasp with surprise. My cock slipped free of his boxers and he carried me to his dresser, putting me on it and pushing me back, keeping my ass on the edge as I leaned against the large mirror mounted against the wall behind it.
"Put it in me, Master," I whispered, all smiles and forgiveness now, that boy he'd bought all but forgotten for the moment. My girlish penis was hard for him and I played with it while Mr. Reiser freed his cock and brought the glistening head to my anus.
"Get your leg up. Give it to me." He lifted my left leg over his right shoulder and held my hips, shoving his big white cock into my ass hard, punishing me with it.
"Owwwwmmmm…" I winced and sighed, and looked into his soft blue eyes as he thrust again, deliberately stabbing his cock quickly into my rectum.
"You're a spoiled little slut, aren't you?" he breathed, feeding his cock fully inside me with just two deep grunts, and he held it there.
"Yesssss…Master."
"Sexy bitch…Rub your cock…Cum for me. I want to see it. Cum while I fuck your ass," he demanded, sliding his cock in and out of me while I stroked my penis, both of us staring at my small dark erection as precum flew from the tip.
"I…I'm going to…cum!" I gasped a moment later, not long at all. Mr. Reiser pulled his cock out of my ass, pressing his dick against mine.
"Cum on my cock, Dani. Cum all over my cock, you little whore."
He nodded as I cupped my left hand over the head of my girl cock like an umbrella and catching my orgasm even as I rubbed my penis against my Master's throbbing hardness, smearing my hot sperm over both of us. I covered his ruddy prick with as much of my semen as I could and when my Master was satisfied, he put his slimy cockhead back to my asshole and shoved it inside until his balls slapped my ass. He was well lubricated now, slick with my own creamy spend, and he fucked me hard, grabbing my left hand, still covered with cum, and bringing it to his mouth so he could lick and suck my fingers and palm clean while he fucked me.
When Mr. Reiser started to cum, he pulled out, shooting his hot load all over my flaccid cock and soft balls. He jerked himself off on me, coaxing as much from his tight balls as the man could, until I was painted white with semen. He got down then, pressing his face between my thighs as I moaned with pleasure, feeling his hungry mouth all over my cock and balls, cleaning his sperm from my torrid flesh and bringing me to another aching erection. I had my fingers in his hair, my legs over his shoulders, and he shoved his tongue into my well fucked asshole, making me squirm and beg for more.
He finished me finally with a long, sweet blowjob, entreating me with his mouth to sob with real tears. It felt unbelievably good, the whole thing, this sweet hard make-up sex, if that's what it was. He made me feel special and loved, showing me how much he wanted me. Mr. Reiser didn't pause when Mercy appeared in the doorway to announce dinner. She gave us a shake of her head as the soft wet sounds of her Master's mouth on my penis filled the room. I didn't care either, I was cumming, although it took a good long time by our usual standards. Ten minutes of getting my girl cock truly loved by a man who knew how to do it. When I came, he held it in his mouth, as he liked to do, and brought his lips to mine so he could push that salty flood across my tongue. I swallowed it eagerly and licked the inside of the man's mouth until we were both sated, but only barely.--------------------------------------------------------
"It's bout time you two showed up," Mercy whispered, and she pinched my waist hard. She only gave our Master a dirty look and he just smiled at the woman as we sat down.
Mercy blamed me for keeping dinner waiting, of course.
"Master…" I spoke hesitantly, half-way through our meal. "May I go to a…a party, this Sunday?"
"A party?" He gave me a funny look. "What sort of party?"
"Um, I'm not sure," I confessed, wanting to be as honest as possible. "Some of my friends from school are having it and they invited me."
"Friends from school? Other slaves, you mean." He stared at me and I nodded. "Where?"
"Uh…" I shrugged. "I'm not sure yet. Someone's house, I think."
"Someone's house, you think?" Mr. Reiser chuckled and I felt foolish.
"I didn't really pay much attention, but I promised Sarah I would ask if I could go."
"You don't want to go?"
"Maybe a little bit, I guess. Yes sir."
"I didn't know slaves had parties." My Master made a grunting sound. "You don't want to see your parents this Sunday?"
"I do," I said hastily. "I just, well...I don't know."
"Sounds like you're a little confused," he teased, and I warmed with embarrassment.
I didn't think he would let me go. No Master would let a slave go to a party, that was just about the silliest thing anyone ever heard of, so maybe that's why Mr. Reiser agreed. It amused him probably. Another reason was maybe that he worried over my reaction to him buying another slave, a house boy. He wasn't going to change his mind about that, but he didn't want to hurt me either and so maybe my Master thought of it as a bribe, of sorts. He'd let me go to the party and in exchange I'd relax over the new slave we were getting. Or maybe Mr. Reiser just had some sympathy for a teenage girl who was feeling bored. He was perceptive enough to know I wasn't always happy. I wasn't unhappy at all, but that isn't the same thing, and perhaps allowing me to do something different would help.
Whatever the reason, Mr. Reiser did agree that I could go. It was my Sunday afternoon, he decided, and if I didn't want to see my parents, then I could go to this party instead.
"You know what I like and dislike," Mr. Reiser told me, being very serious about it.
"Yes sir." I nodded. "I do."
"You know what I expect from you."
"Yes sir." I agreed to that as well.
"So if there's any trouble, if you come home late or in some other way than I'd expect you to…"
"I understand," I assured him.
"…this is your warning, this right here," Mr. Reiser continued. "You won't get one come Sunday. I'm trusting you, Danielle."
I smiled and even blushed at the use of my full name. He'd only use it to stress the importance of something and it gave him a paternal quality, like he was my father and not my Master, my lover. but I liked it a lot.
"Thank you,sir. I'll be good," I told him, and maybe that's the real reason for his indulgence.
It was a test perhaps, an opportunity to see if he could trust me, and I wouldn't put such a thing past him. All men are jealous in their own ways, possessive and insecure in their hearts when it comes to the person they love. Mr. Reiser was far more reasonable than many, I knew that, but he was a man like any other and I made up my mind right then that even if he wasn't testing me himself, I was -- I'd test myself and pass it, because I loved my Master.--------------------------------------------------------
"Mercy?" I approached her after dinner as she cleaned the kitchen.
"What is it, child?" she asked, paying me little mind.
"I'm to be strapped for being disrespectful to our Master," I said softly, feeling ashamed that I had to admit my foolishness that way.
"Is that so?" Mercy looked at me then.
"A dozen licks, yes ma'am," I said with my eyes down.
"And what would you be disrespectful about, girl?" she wanted to know.
"He told me, um, he bought a boy." I cleared my throat nervously. "A houseboy and, uh, I didn't like it much."
"Suh finally told you bout that, huh?" Mercy laughed, cackling lightly and sounding like a magpie to my ears. "That man show do love you, girl."
"What?" I looked up at her, not understanding.
"He's been trying to tell you for a week," she told me. "He bought that nigger bout ten days ago now."
"Ten days?" I smiled, not quite believing that. "No. He said he's just filing the papers tomorrow."
"Those papers been done long since," Mercy said, wiping her hands. "Suh just ain't got the gumption to treat you like you is."
"Like I is?" I rolled my eyes.
"A lil bedroom negra with a greedy heart," she said. "A dozen licks?"
"Yes ma'am."
"Well, let's get to it then, 'fore my arthritis starts actin' up," she sighed theatrically.
"I, um…I have to tell him," I said. "Mr. Reiser…He wants to watch."
"Is that so?" Mercy shrugged. "Go on then."
Twenty minutes later I was upstairs in my bedroom, holding the bed posts and waiting for Mr. Reiser to arrive. I'd taken off the casual skirt I'd worn to dinner, but left my panties on, my blouse too. Mercy waited as well, holding her old razor strop and talking to herself, wondering why Mr. Reiser wasn't ever on time for anything.
"They he is," she said, clucking her tongue.
"What's this?" Mr. Reiser asked. "Take everything off. I want you naked."
"Yes sir." I licked my lips and started removing my clothes.
He sat on a chair near the headboard of the bed, turning it slightly so he'd be able to see my face. I folded my clothes and put them on the bed with my skirt, my bra, and finally my panties on top. My penis had grown hard, as it always did at the beginning Once I was being spanked it would go soft until Mercy would work me stiff and excited again afterwards, massaging that cool balm onto my burning skin. I'd been spanked regularly, sometimes for good reasons, sometimes just because Mercy thought I was due for one, and I did enjoy it.
"I'll do the strappin', you do the countin'," Mercy said softly in my ear. "And don't you be talkin' like you do, suh ain't gone like it none."
"Yes ma'am." I swallowed hard because I did have a tendency to talk while I was punished, sorta like I did during sex.
I grabbed the bedposts with my hands slightly higher than my head and my arms spread wide, my legs as well. My tummy fluttered and my body smoldered as I fought to relax, but my heart wouldn't slow and my nipples popped long and dark. My girl cock strained at seeing my Master sitting nearby. His presence made me slightly crazy with desire. I wished it was him whipping me instead of Mercy, but Mr. Reiser had never lifted his hand to me. Not even once. I thought that was a mistake on his part and he oughta slap me down once in awhile. A young slave needs a firm hand, as everyone knows. He liked to use Mercy for that, however, and I often wondered why.
SLAP!!
The strop came down hard, with little more to warn me than Mercy's soft grunt and the sound of the leather moving through the air with a soft whoosh. It stung painfully, all across my bare black ass, from one side to the other. She was either hitting me harder than usual, or panties offered a lot more protection than I'd ever imagined. That first stroke hurt! I winced and bit my lip for a second before I remembered I was supposed to be counting.
"One, sir," I said, looking at Mr. Reiser. He neither frowned nor smiled, but just sat comfortably with one leg over the other.
SLAP!!
The second was worse than the first and I arched my back slightly, thrusting forward with my pelvis. My penis remained hard, jutting upward with arousal as I blinked at the tears filling my eyes. I wasn't crying; my eyes were just watering as I scrunched my face up so I wouldn't make a lot of noise. I wanted to ask Mercy why she was doing it so hard, but the answer was right in front of me and Mr. Reiser had his own opinion.
"Harder," he said, and I drew a sharp breath at that.
"Yes suh," Mercy replied, and then she reminded me, "How many was that, child?"
"Two…Sir," I said, forcing my eyes open and looking into his.
Mercy did spank me harder, burning my butt with that leather strop until I thought I was melting beneath it. My ass felt too big for my skin, like all swollen and ready to burst. The strop seemed to explode against me and I was shaking, crying silently by the time we got to eight and nine. Ten and eleven were about the same and my legs weakened so I had to pull with my arms. My body glistened with sweat and the leather felt heavier each time it landed, but I managed to count and not scream, groaning the words and sucking ragged air into my laboring lungs. Through it all, my penis stayed erect for my Master. My nipples stayed hard just for him and I felt myself wanting the man more than ever.
SLAP!!
"Ummm…" I gasped and squeezed my stomach as if I could hold the pain inside me, force it down and keep it there. "Twelve, Master."
"Good." He smiled and rubbed his crotch, touching his hard cock through his trousers.
"Gone get you some balm now, girl," Mercy told me. I wiped at my eyes and nodded, walking gingerly to the bathroom to get the ointment that would make me feel better.
When I returned a moment later to find Mercy gone and my Master undressing.
"Lie down on the bed," he told me. "I'll do it."
"Yes sir," I whispered, laying down on my tummy and turning my face away because I was smiling.
My ass hurt, it was on fire and I wanted to scream every time I moved, but I didn't care. My Master would make it feel better and I trembled with anticipation, not fear or pain. The excitement I felt at being punished in front of the man became only that much greater, and now he had me under his gentle hands, loving me. Rewarding me for my devotion.
I sighed as his fingers spread cool balm over my tender skin and it was a different sort of pain at first, but one that surrendered quickly to welcome relief as the ointment did its work. Mr. Reiser massaged my ass for a long while and then my thighs and back as well, all the way up to my shoulders, and it lulled me into a placid sense of joy. I felt happy and languid under my owner's careful attentions. I moaned in agreement as he straddled my thighs, pressing his cock between the cheeks of my ass. He entered me so gently that I felt nothing but pleasure in it. His cock slid inside my boy pussy with one slow push and he worked his hips back and forth in time with his hands moving upon my shoulders.
It was such a complete and enchanting experience that I barely noticed the man's rough hair against my sensitive skin. I felt it, yes, but I just didn't mind it and Mr. Reiser slowly fucked me until he finally lowered his chest to my back, taking much of his weight on his arms and elbows. He made love to me harder then, with his legs spread wide and his cock digging into my rectum. He kissed my hair and neck and cheek, telling me how beautiful and sexy I looked beneath him. He gave me all the words a woman longs to hear and I believed every one of them.
When he came inside me, I came as well. My girl cock spurted uselessly onto the bedspread and I knew my Master could feel it. He could sense my orgasm as my ass tightened around him, when my body shuddered in the rapture of the moment. I turned my head and took his tongue between my lips, letting him kiss me hard and deep and wishing to possess that touch for all eternity. Connected and joined and embracing the man inside me as a lover should.