...of all Possible Worlds - Chapter Twenty-One
Tom Henry and Miss Ingersoll's nigger were in the evening's second match, being the amateur cockfighters they were. That was a good thing too, because I looked forward to seeing my Master's slave grapple, now that I knew what to expect. The first match had gotten me terribly excited. I wasn't sure I'd survive watching a whole lot more before it was Tom Henry's turn. But there he was, being led out by one of those pretty negras in panties, all oiled up and handsome. Tom Henry was a good looking boy, which was one of the reasons I'd been so unhappy even before I'd laid eyes on him. I'd figured him purchased for our Master's pleasure, to replace me in a way, but now I knew that wasn't true.
"He's beautiful, isn't he?" I whispered, squeezing my Mr, Reiser's cock through his trousers and the man nodded.
"Yes he is," my Master breathed.
"Your nigger appears to be on the smallish side," Miss Ingersoll observed, smiling, and that was a fact.
The slave Tom Henry was going to be wrestling with stood a head taller and somewhat thicker as well, but not so much that folks would call it a complete mismatch. Just enough so I felt a little bit of concern. I really wanted to see Tom Henry win, of course, and not only because if he lost I'd find myself playing bedroom negra to Miss Ingersoll for the rest of the night, but because he was my Master's slave. That Mr. Reiser would have Cory for his bedroom negra hadn't completely slipped my mind. I wasn't sure how I felt about it exactly, but in truth I had a hard time imagining the woman acting the slave for my Master. That sort of behavior was just unheard of for a white woman, or at least I'd never heard of such a thing. What my Master might do with Miss Ingersoll was another question, as he had no sexual interest in women anyway, and I took comfort in that.
"Perhaps," Mr. Reiser said, returning her smile. "I think such judgment is best left to time, don't you?"
"Hmmm…I only fear for your loneliness, sir," Corinne said with a light laugh. "I regret that I might have taken unfair advantage of your noblesse oblige."
"Not to mention my gender, Miss Ingersoll?" He chuckled and the woman actually blushed, although I understood little of their exchange.
"Unfortunately, from what I've observed, I'd hardly be a one to impose upon your masculine instincts," she retorted, almost wistfully to my ears.
"I'm afraid you may be right about that," my Master agreed, quite honestly.
"And I must say," she brightened with a smile for me, "that it appears that your lovely negra has your gender well in hand."
"Yes Ma'am." I had to smile back at her as I decided to wait no longer, but I'm sure my face expressed some concern. As much as I wanted to please my Master, and myself, I understood that offending Miss Ingersoll wouldn't be a good idea.
Tom Henry posed and preened in the ring, being shown off to the hoots and hollers of the collected crowd, and my Master wasn't stopping me as I opened his trousers and freed his large and ruddy erection. He was aching for me to give his excited balls some relief and I'd become almost desperate in my own arousal. My girl cock was leaking precum, and had been for the last half hour at least, enough so my thighs were wet and sticky. Even my black skirt was damp with it. Luckily, the stain was difficult to detect, even without the purse in my lap to hide my immodesty.
"The art of being a slave is to rule one's Master," Cory said softly, and then she giggled, turning her green eyes upward to find my Master's attention. "I've often wished for the luxury of real manhood myself, believe me."
"Ummm…" Mr. Reiser sighed with content as I lowered my face into his lap, taking the head of his cock inside my soft, warm mouth and then more. My lips were stretched taut around him and if he felt any sense of embarrassment at being sucked in front of a white woman, he gave no sign of it.
I kept a watch from the corner of my eye as Tom Henry and the other slave were paraded in front of the crowd. I gave a little sigh of my own, muffled by the fat cock in my mouth, at seeing the nigger's erection, which appeared good sized for as lean as he was. The boy was hung nicely, even more so than his opponent, who sported a cock at least seven or eight inches long, I thought. Tom's was even larger, however, and I decided to make it a point to fuck that boy very soon.
"Preening like peacocks." Miss Ingersoll clapped her hands and then turned to my Master. "Is that nigger of yours a virgin, Mr. Reiser? Or has he had the pleasure of your…how shall I say it? Your undivided attention?"
"Heh!" My Master snorted with some surprise, stroking my hair while I worked my mouth slowly up and down his penis. The man's precum flowed freely from the tip and I nursed gently, swallowing and using my tongue to wash the bulbous glans. My right hand cupped Mr. Reiser's balls as I'd worked them free of his trousers, and I turned my head to drag my lips and tongue along the underside of his shaft until I was able to kiss my Master's scrotum.
"Was that indiscrete?" Cory asked with feigned innocence. "Or merely indelicate?"
"It was a question," my Master said without looking at her.
"Oh dear!" The woman frowned. "I'm afraid I've offended you. I'll tell you, my boy Jericho…" she nodded her head towards her slave in the ring. "He's no virgin. I deflowered that boy the very day I bought him."
"That's a slightly different arrangement," Mr. Reiser protested, but she cut him off.
"You misunderstand me, sir. I mean, I took the boy like a negra," Miss Ingersoll smiled and lowered her voice as she leaned closer. "I've little enough use for most men, and even less for my niggers, but I do love to see them fucked."
Mr. Reiser looked at her then and I lifted my mouth, licking my lips and wondering exactly what that meant.
"It's one of my eccentricities," Cory admitted, touching his shoulder. "My lust for the homoerotic pleasures so often denied by social circumstance." She let my Master stare at her for a long heartbeat. "Oh! The match is about to begin, look there."
I held my Master's penis in my fist, sliding my fingers up and down the wet shaft while we watched the contest below us. The two slaves circled each other warily at first, with the men in the crowd urging them to grapple. It quickly grew loud in that place, and chaotic. I stared at those two glistening bodies as they moved, dancing it seemed. Their muscles rippled beneath a warm sheen of oil and their hard black cocks stood out stiffly from their groins, pointing towards each other and then coming together as they closed quickly by unspoken agreement.
The sound of flesh on flesh could be heard above the shouts and breathless groaning of the spectators. Hands moved over taut muscle, seeking something to hold as their feet moved with spontaneous instinct, stepping between and behind as the wrestlers pushed and pulled for advantage. It was a struggle for balance and position, and despite the other man's size, Tom Henry was quick and nearly as strong as Jericho, and they were well matched.
Jericho had his arms around Tom at one point, their chests and stomachs and rigid cocks pressed together as if they were lovers. Tom pressed his palm beneath the other man's chin, forcing Jericho's head back and loosening his grip. But Jericho moved quickly then, sliding around so that his chest was pressed to Tom Henry's back, and he tried to hook the smaller man's foot and trip Tom onto his belly.
They twisted and spun that way for a moment, rotating around so we could see Jericho's swollen cock pressing against Tom's ass. Like a vision of two men fucking with violent lust, the drama engulfed my attention. I squeezed my Master's cock, grinding my ass hard upon the plug in my ass. Tom Henry's erection bobbed and jerked as he fought for his balance. Suddenly he bent his knees, squatting and lowering his head so that I thought he was going down. My breath thickened in my throat as Tom Henry caught Jericho leaning too far forward, falling unexpectedly over the slave's back. The larger man seemed to tumble over Tom somehow, somersaulting as if they'd planned and rehearsed that deft ballet, and I stood up, forgetting everything else so that my purse fell into the lap of the man in front of me.
Jericho landed on his back hard in the dirt with his head between Tom Henry's feet and my Master's slave dropped himself quickly to take advantage of the other man's prone position. The sound of the air being knocked out of Jericho's lungs filled the garner and Tom had fallen on his opponent's stomach, or maybe higher than that, on Jericho's solar plexus with his knees. Jericho was stunned and helpless and Tom had the nigger over on his belly quickly, wrapping his legs like scissors with Jericho's ribs between them. Tom Henry was squeezing, his ebony flesh straining as he exerted his great strength. I held my sympathetic breath as the sinews in his thighs seem to swell and stretch. He'd taken Jericho's left arm as well, holding the man's wrist and hand, turning it painfully and pulling. He could have hurt Miss Ingersoll's slave badly if Tom had wanted to.
The referee, the white man in charge of the ring, stopped the fight then. It was clear Jericho couldn't escape and there was no desire for anyone's slave to be injured unnecessarily. The match had been decided and Tom Henry had won. I was very nearly jumping down at that and my Master clapped his hands; the crowd filled with opinions both happy and otherwise at the outcome. Quickly there arose a public demand for Tom Henry to assert his dominance over the still stunned and weakly moving Jericho. The crowd urged the smiling and breathless slave to claim his prize. I swallowed hard, feeling my heart stutter as I watched Tom Henry pressing his sweat and oil glazed body to that of his opponent.
"Take him! Fuck him!" Miss Ingersoll shouted, standing as well now with her excited voice echoing a hundred others, including mine.
Tom Henry's dark cock seemed to grow even larger in that short span of time. He pushed the other man's smooth thighs rudely apart, showing the defeated slave little respect. Tom reached down to stroke his large penis briefly before pressing it against Jericho's asshole, giving the other slave a sharp thrust with his hips. The defeated nigger groaned loudly, lifting his head as Tom Henry grabbed him by the shoulders. My Master's slave held Miss Ingersoll's steady, helpless and shamed. Our beautiful Tom, kept his head high, his chest swollen with pride while raping his victorious cock into the other man's bowels.
I rubbed myself through my dress then, all thoughts at concealing who and what I was forgotten. There was no one to notice me anyway, all eyes were riveted on those two beautiful black men, one in pain and on his belly in the dirt, submitting to the humiliating penalty of his total defeat, and the other, our glorious Tom Henry. It was amazing and I came quickly, my cock spurting against my dress as I rubbed myself frantically. Hot semen spilled against my thighs and dripped between my legs. I felt my knees weaken, my feverish mind grown dizzy and drunk with lust. I sat down, pressing my flushed face against my Master and he immediately pulled me to his cock, forcing me to take him into my mouth. He ejaculated just seconds later, filling me with his salty semen which I was only to eager to fill my tummy with.
"Ohhh…Fuck…" Mr. Reiser breathed, stroking my head as I swallowed and worked my mouth around his cock. I'd made a mess, being unprepared for his orgasm, much of my Master's creamy load spilled from my mouth and stained his trousers.
In the ring beneath us, Tom Henry moaned as he found his own orgasm, ejaculating into Jericho's rectum for the pleasure of the crowd as well as his own. He pulled his cock free slowly, slapping the heavy black muscle against his defeated opponent's ass with loud, wet noises that brought a lusty roar from the spectators. His cock was shiny and dripping with the pale remains of his climax. Tom Henry smiled as one of the small girls lead him briefly around the edge of the crowd before finally exiting the building.
"Ohhh…I believe I could use some fresh air," Miss Ingersoll said. Her eyes were wide and shining, and she appeared flushed as well. The woman's high cheeks had taken on an attractive hue as she fanned herself with her fingers.
"Yeah…Yes…" my Master agreed, nodding his head and looking down at me. "I think we need to freshen up a bit."
"Oh my! A gentleman's club indeed!" Miss Ingersoll chided him lightly. "Your ardent passions are most impressive, sir."
"I'm sorry, Master," I breathed, wiping at a rather large pool of semen on his pants with my fingers.
"Hmmm…" He grinned and reached inside his suit for a handkerchief. "Use this, and then we'll get out of here. I think we've had enough cockfighting for one night."
There were restrooms in a small building nearby, an old shed perhaps that had been converted to that purpose. These weren't segregated, unlike the restrooms inside the manor proper, and most other public places in the South. I found myself entering the ladies room with Miss Ingersoll and that was a first for me, sharing a toilet with a white woman, and a slave owner no less. She used one of the stalls, but I was more intent on washing myself and cleaning the inside of my skirt, and so I used a sink and a great many paper towels. I felt awkward and slightly embarrassed when the woman emerged to find me standing there with my skirt pulled up and folded inside out, my balls hanging loose between my wet thighs and my semi-hard penis bowed out from my body.
"You are a prize!" Miss Ingersoll said, smiling as she moved to the sink nearest me, not hiding her interest at all. "I couldn't help but notice your, uh, excitement earlier."
"I'm sorry, Ma'am." I dipped my head slightly.
"Oh no! That's nothing to apologize for," she insisted. "I'm most impressed, girl. Now tell me, was this your Master's doing? Or is he merely a very fortunate man?"
"Uh, you mean, was I like this before?" I asked, and she nodded. "Yes Ma'am. I've always been a girl…mostly."
"Mercy, mercy, mercy…" Miss Ingersoll sighed, shaking her head. "I want one."
"Ma'am?" I glanced at her and then went back to cleaning the mess I'd made in my skirt.
"I want one just like you." She took a deep breath and then started washing her hands. "Your Master, does he like women at all? Tell me true now, girl."
"Not so I could tell, Ma'am," I said after a moment's hesitation.
"He's never had a woman?" Miss Ingersoll looked at me sharply.
"One of the house negras," I said, slowly. "Delilah. I dressed her up like a boy." I smiled and shrugged. "I cut her hair and uh, my Master, he took her in the ass. Once."
"Did he?" Miss Ingersoll smiled at that. "I'd like to his be his boy, too. What do you think about that?"
"Ma'am?" I blinked at her.
"I've taken a genuine interest in your Master and I want him to like me," the woman explained. "I have it in mind to woo his gentle heart, but I fear that Nature and her sly sister Fate have played a cruel trick on me."
"I don't understand, Ma'am." I giggled nervously.
"You're his bedroom negra, so I'll tell you this." She turned to face me, reaching for my chin so I'd look her in the eyes. "I'm not of a type to come between a Master and his boy, or his girl. Do you understand me?"
"I…" I swallowed hard, "…I think so."
"You've nothing to fear from me, so you remember that and we can be real friends, Danielle," Miss Ingersoll told me. "You have his ear in the dark, in his bed where he's vulnerable."
"Ma'am?" I was confused by her words.
"I'll expect you to use that to our mutual advantage," she whispered, following her words with a kiss hard on my mouth.
She forced her tongue between my lips, much as a man would do it. Her hand found my penis and she squeezed it with a rough tenderness that made me moan. This was not a woman kissing me, there was none of the distinctly feminine sensation I felt with Sarah or Lilah, this was very much as my Master seemed, or any other white man I'd kissed. It confused me all the more, because I did find myself enjoying it and responding as my girl cock stiffened and my tongue fluttered beneath hers. Miss Ingersoll's other hand slipped behind me, to my ass, squeezing my bare flesh hard and then pressing inward to find the soft rubber base of the buttplug buried in my bowels.
"Ohhh…You're just full of secrets, aren't you?" the woman said, breathing deeply. "You remember that kiss and everything I said, girl. If I know men, he'll be asking about me later."
"Yes ma'am." I licked my lips and Miss Ingersoll smiled.
She washed her hands, looking at herself in the mirror while I stood rooted to the floor.
"I expect you'll answer honestly?" She stared at me, but I really had no idea what she expected. "Of course you will," she decided for both of us, and the woman seemed happy with that as she left.
When I emerged from the restroom a few minutes later, my Master and Miss Ingersoll were speaking quietly together. Tom Henry had returned to us by then, dressed now in his trousers and shirt, but he hadn't showered at all after his match. That suited me just fine as I stepped close to congratulate him. I could smell the oil lingering on his skin and more, the musk of his sweat, which seemed as an aphrodisiac to me, I swear. My previous distrust and dislike for the boy was gone now. The world had turned and I'd turned with it.
We were between the buildings, with the garner and the loud sounds of another wrestling match some short distance away. Other barns and sheds loomed silent around us, all of them lit within and without, and the night was clear with a large, full moon. There were some sturdy oaks and a poplar tree or two, some of them lighted as well, with yellowish bulbs hanging from the lowest branches to light the pathways. A few people moved back and forth, owners and their slaves, or servants mostly, coming and going from the manor behind us. Our surroundings were pleasant and I could almost imagine it as a real plantation, and my romantic heart was always eager for such things.
"Tom Henry, don't you turn me away this time," I told him, and that was all I said as I put my arms around the nigger's neck. I pulled myself up so I could kiss him.
My Master and Miss Ingersoll were nearby, and an owner's bedroom negra kissing another slave was perhaps frowned upon by the club's membership in principle, but I was certain my Master wouldn't be displeased by it. Tom Henry didn't refuse me at all, accepting my kiss and slipping me his warm, wet tongue. His hands roamed my back, sliding down to my ass and pulling me against him so I could feel his erection.
"You're still hard?" I giggled a moment later, catching my breath.
"Yes ma'am. They give me something," he agreed, and let me go, licking his lips. "Gave it to us both."
He glanced to his right and Jericho was standing there, looking down while he waited for his Mistress. He'd been defeated and taken like a negra in front of a crowd of cheering owners, and I imagined he was severely humbled by the experience. Perhaps the boy looked forward to some punishment from Miss Ingersoll, but the woman didn't strike me as the sort of owner who would be cruel that way. If he'd been a real cock, bought and trained for the fighting pit, he might have been punished for losing and that would have seemed wholly reasonable to me. But being an amateur, Jericho had been punished enough already, I was sure.
"What did they give you?" I wondered, still close enough that I could reach down and feel the erection straining at his trousers.
"I don't know, ma'am, but it does make a man powerful excited." He laughed and looked away, somewhat embarrassed, I thought. "Keeping me hard like it ain't never going soft again."
"And you're complaining?" I smiled at him, but I well knew the ache of a penis that's been too hard for too long, and the boy would suffer some without relief.
"You don't know what it's like, ma'am," Tom Henry told me, and I had a difficult time believing he didn't know my secret yet.
"Jericho…" Miss Ingersoll crooked a finger at her boy and started walking back towards the garner while he hastened to catch up with his Mistress.
"Tom Henry," Mr. Reiser said, coming towards us, smiling and nodding his head. "Well done, boy."
"Thank you, sir." He lowered his eyes respectfully.
"They gave him something," I said, grinning at our Master. "Got poor Tom Henry hard as steel,"
"It's in the oil, I think," Mr. Reiser said, taking a look at the nigger's bulge. "Keeps the muscles excited. We'll go home now."
"Will Miss Ingersoll be joining us, sir?" I wondered, only because I remembered their wager and I'd expected her to join us. I still wasn't sure what use my Master would have for a white woman playing the bedroom negra for him though.
"Not this evening," he told me, putting his hand on my ass while we walked towards the manor.
"Oh." I shrugged at that and Mr. Reiser offered me no other explanation.
I imagined he'd played the gentleman and refused to hold the woman to her debt, although I knew for a fact Miss Ingersoll would have been happy to pay up. It was even possible she'd made the wager intending to lose. She could have told her boy Jericho that he wasn't to win the match, but I didn't believe that. Jericho hadn't appeared to be holding back at all; he'd been bested fair and square by Tom Henry.
It wasn't terribly late when we arrived back home, but the next day was a Monday and so there was school for me and work for my Master. And it had been a long day, filled with ups and downs, and I was far more tired than I realized. Tom Henry had relived his match on the drive home, entertaining us with what he'd done and felt while grappling with Jericho. He was rightfully proud of himself, and Mr. Reiser with him, and I spent much of the ride turned around in my seat, smiling and watching Tom's animated face as he spoke.
"I may just have to enter you again sometime, Tom Henry," our Master decided as he parked in the garage. "Maybe find you a trainer."
"A trainer?" I laughed. "Tom Henry's going to be a real cockfighter?"
"Could be." Our Master shrugged. "I'll have to think about it. You get yourself cleaned up, Tom."
"Yes sir," the boy said, going up the stairs to the slave quarters.
"Dani, find Delilah and wake her up," Mr. Reiser told me half a minute later as we were walking into the kitchen.
"Sir?" I looked at him.
"Put her in Tom Henry's bed for the night," he explained, smiling. "Be quick about it. I'll be waiting for you upstairs."
"Yes sir," I agreed, feeling somewhat relieved that he hadn't wanted the girl for his own.
He was a good Master and Tom Henry would get a just reward. I imagined poor Lilah was going to be one tired little negra come morning.
"Lilah. Wake up, girl," I said, sitting on her bed and giving her shoulder a little shake.
"Ummm…Ma'am?" She blinked at me in the light coming from her open door.
"Get up now. You have work to do." I giggled.
"Work? Yes ma'am," she said sleepily. The girl stretched as she sat up and couldn't have been sleeping more than an hour or two.
"Come on. You don't need any clothes," I said, pulling the girl from under her sheets. All she wore were some new panties I'd bought her, little pink ones around her boyish hips.
"I don't?" She smiled with some confusion, finally awake and getting on her feet.
"Nope." I pulled her along to Tom Henry's room, opening the door without knocking and catching the boy undressing.
He had his shirt off and his pants as well, and he must have been stroking that throbbing cock of his. Tom's erection stood out long and thick and straight as an arrow, the tip wet with precum. He gave us a look of surprise and then some bit of humiliation as he reached for his pants, not to put them on, but just to have something to cover himself with.
"Delilah's going to sleep in here tonight," I told both of them, smiling at the man in front of me. "But if she gets any sleep at all, Tom Henry, our Master's gonna be sorely disappointed with you."
"Uh, yes ma'am." He swallowed hard and looked from me to Delilah and back.
"You know what to do, Lilah," I told the girl. "Make that boy feel good, understand me?"
"Yes ma'am." Her blue eyes were big and she nodded carefully.
"Hmmm..." I laughed and left them there, closing the door behind me.
Mr. Reiser was on the bed when I entered the bedroom, naked and hard and ready for me. I smiled at him and started undressing, but he shook his head.
"Leave it on, Dani. All of it." He grinned at my inquisitive look. "Shoes too, don't take off anything."
"Yes sir." I nodded slowly, approaching the bed and rubbing the front of my skirt and the small bulge of my swollen girl cock.
I didn't get on the bed right away, but stood there, teasing my Master for a few minutes. I picked at the hem of my short skirt, taking it between my thumb and finger and pulling it up some, but not too far, asking Mr. Reiser with my eyes if he wanted to see everything. He stroked his cock slowly, squeezing it so that clear precum leaked from the tip like juice from some strange and wonderful fruit.
"What did you think of Miss Ingersoll?" he asked, just as the woman had predicted.
He watched as I lifted the front of my skirt just enough so he could see my balls, which were hanging low, the dark skin of my sack stretched smooth between my thighs, the smallish orbs inside nestled at the bottom. My scrotum was often small and tight, but when it was warm, when I felt hot all over like I did just then, they'd hang low for my Master and I knew he liked that a lot. I reached down with my left hand from behind, flexing my knees and arching my back slightly as I lifted my fingers beneath them, as if weighing my balls and the hot sperm inside.
"I don't know what to think of her," I confessed, and that was the truth. "I think…"
"What?"
"I think she'd be happy if she was a man," I said, looking down slightly as that was what I meant, but not exactly how I'd intended to say it.
"Heh!" My Master smiled at that. "Did she speak with you?"
"Yes sir." I hitched a breath as I took my balls in my fist, squeezing them while I kept my penis hidden.
"And what did she say?"
"She told me she, uh…" I narrowed my eyes trying to recall exactly what the woman had said. "She told me she had it in mind to woo you, sir."
"Woo me?" Mr. Reiser laughed. "Is that a fact?"
"Yes sir." I nodded seriously. "She, uh, also told me that she wasn't the kind of woman to come between a master and his slave."
"She said that?" He narrowed his eyes like it was important, and probably it was, but I wasn't smart enough to completely understand.
"Um…She said she wouldn't come between a master and his boy," I said. "Or his girl, but she was meaning me, I think."
"I believe so," he sighed. "She is different, isn't she? Corinne Ingersoll."
"Yes sir." I giggled. "I like the way she talks."
"Me too."
"But I don't understand all of it."
"I know. Get on the bed now, on your hands and knees." Mr. Reiser patted the mattress beside him.
"Yes sir." I smiled then and did as he told me, not even taking off those leather high heels I wore.
"You relax now. Take a breath and let it out slowly," he said, pulling that plug out of my asshole. After nearly five hours of wearing it, I was rather used to being full up inside.
"Uhhh…Mmmm…" I winced, because it did get uncomfortable as my anus was forced to stretch uncomfortably, and I'd forgotten about that.
"Relax, Dani…I'm going to give it a pull now," my Master said.
I shot him a look over my shoulder because I thought he was pulling already.
"Oh! Owww…Ahhh…Master!" I gasped loudly as he did give that buttplug a real pull, and my tight little anus stretched reluctantly to let the widest portion come free of my ass.
It may have been slightly easier coming out than going in, but I didn't think so at the time. There was a brief pain and then it was over, leaving me with a curiously empty feeling that was almost painful all by itself, but more frustrating than anything else. I'd come to like having my rectum stretched and now my muscles were struggling to remember their proper place.
"Shhh…" Mr. Reiser didn't give me long to worry over my emptiness, however. He took me by the hips a second or two after that ass toy was gone and thrust his swollen member into my asshole easily, slapping his heavy balls against my own as his cock drove completely inside me.
"Yesssss…" I hissed, and pushed myself back. "Fuck me…Fuck me hard, Master."
"I will…Jesus, you're hot inside," he breathed, sliding his hands upward to grab my tits through my top.
He squeezed them roughly and made me moan, using my breasts to pull me back in time with his thrusting hips. I knew he wasn't going to last long. My Master was plenty excited by the evening's events and I wondered if he was thinking of Miss Ingersoll while he fucked me. I wouldn't blame him if he did, but when I heard him whispering my name, it made me very happy.
"Danielle…I love you," he said, hunched over my back and whispering so I'd turn my head, seeking his words with my lips.
We kissed while we fucked, Mr. Reiser pulling me upright so we knelt on the bed, his cock deep in my boy pussy while his hands pressed hard upon my aching breasts. I put my own hands over his, encouraging him to massage my tits forcibly, to pull and push as my nipples strained against the thin material covering them. I felt on fire there, in my tits and in my belly, down in my balls as they moved between my thighs. My penis was hard and pulsing with desire, standing out from my body as my skirt was bunched up around my waist by then.
My Master dropped a hand down to find my girl cock, taking me in his gentle fist and sliding the foreskin back and forth over the sensitive head. I replied by grinding my ass against him, moving as best I could with my head turned, drinking the man's kisses as if they were life itself. I reached up and back with my right hand, my fingers in his soft, blonde hair, holding and caressing him.
He fucked me all the while, taking short strokes to keep his cock inside me as deep as he could. I fucked him just as eagerly, flexing my muscles around that hard prick as it pushed and pulled, the head finding my soft prostate every now and again to send a wave of pleasure coursing through my body. The man knew how to fuck me, Mr. Reiser was so good at it. We'd had a year to make it perfect, more than that, and this was everything I always wanted. He was loving me and making me his woman, but also embracing that part of me which wasn't. He was going to make me cum any second as his fingers tugged at my penis, jerking me off in time with his thrusts, and I desperately wanted us to cum together.
"I'm cumming…" He pulled his mouth away and I gasped, nodding and feeling my balls tighten. The muscles between my thighs spasmed with pleasure as my pent up desires were suddenly released.
I moaned and my whole body shuddered as my cock pulsed beneath my Master's hand. He didn't slow down and the sensation of being jerked off while I ejaculated onto the bed in front of me was a beautiful torture; the unexpected feelings were almost painful in their intensity. He was cumming as well, joining me in that moment of pure joy. Mr. Reiser's cock spilled inside my ready bowels, filling me with his thick, hot seed. He didn't stop moving either, but kept fucking me through his climax, just as he continued to work my penis with his fist.
The man stayed hard for me, even after loosing what felt like a huge load of semen inside me. My Master continued thrusting into my body. He pushed me down, pressing my shoulders and head to the mattress so that my panting mouth found the stains of my orgasm where it had landed on the sheets. I licked at my own cum, drawing the wet cotton into my mouth and sucking it with soft moans of encouragement. I wanted him to fuck me all night, cumming inside me over and over until we were too exhausted to continue. I had my firm black ass high and my pretty head down, and Mr. Reiser was taking me hard and deep and determined to cum again.
The moment seemed perfect to me and I imagined everything was finally and forever right with the world.