Waiting at the end of the street, I knew what fun was in store for me today!
After meeting Nick online and chatting to him somewhat innocently, things took a turn for the dirty and I knew I wanted to be his slut. After all the caring words, followed by filthy commands, I always rose to the challenge, not wanting to disappoint the man who awoke something so urgent within me: the need to be dominated.
Once I received the signal to go to his house, my heart decided to see how fast it could beat, not with nerves, but with excitement, and not even sexual excitement, but the same excitement that a child gets on Christmas eve, although they know what's in store, they still can't wait for it to actually be here. So to take my mind away from the impending pleasure, I counted the houses, 2, 4, 6... And then, before I had time to think, I was knocking on his door.
Any doubts I had about the day were gone as soon as I saw him. Master. Beautiful as ever with his big, inviting smile, I stepped into his domain, knowing I would leave this house enlightened! With a few swift movements, I was free of my bags and coat and in his arms. Even though we'd hugged before, this was different, this was me saying that I am ready to be his. I looked up, making sure I was where sir wanted me to be, and he confirmed with a kiss.
As we stood there, in each others arms, taking in the sweet taste of each others lips, feeling how good the others' tongue felt playing inside our mouths, I was overcome with calm. I was so happy to be here, feeling safe and in control, yet on the edge of trying things id never done before with a man I barely knew, and these emotions somehow resulted in a ready state of mind.
Before I could relax too much however, I was suddenly aware of how wet I was becoming, while being led to a seat, the heat between my legs rose, my mind a flurry of dirty thoughts and primal desires, I stuck to focusing on sir's lips: sweet, soft, controlling and teasing. All the things I was growing to love.
Between kisses, sir would make sure I knew who was boss, by biting or sucking on my lips, taking my breath away each time, which is why I didn't realise he was unbuttoning my dress! Expertly, he removed my clothing to have me sat in his arms, in my underwear waiting on his beck and call. Although Id never liked how I looked, or always had another flaw to pick out, I felt comfortable being exposed, because my job wasn't to "look good", or even to think about myself, I was here to please my master, and I couldn't wait!
With gentle fingers, sir slipped his hands into my already wet pants, tugging at the lace to get where he needed to be, my clit. Flicking and stroking my pussy, sir was sending me crazy, my legs were giving way and he would find just where it felt the best and then use it against me, waiting until I relaxed in his arms to siezed the opportunity to take my tits in his mouth. Suddenly, a white, sharp pain cut through my breast and set my pussy on fire, a mixture of biting and sucking, clearly perfected with practice, my big, bouncing tits were being abused... And I couldn't get enough!
Once we were both getting hot, happy with the mutual bond we were forming, we moved onto the training I came for, cock sucking. As sir positioned my hands over his trousers, I felt his hot, throbbing cock under my hands and started daydreaming about how it would taste. Once he had undressed, I was able to fully appreciate how hard his cock was, and felt him dripping through his boxers. I couldn't help the giggle that escaped my lips, sir was as excited as I was!
With his gentle, controlling hands, my master showed me how to please him, running my fingers up and down his length, telling me to squeeze in certain places, and what pace to go at. Once sir knew I was comfortable, he whispered my commands in my ear, telling me to get into position.
There I was, kneeling between my masters legs, his hard cock at my mouth, I was ready. Gently, I kissed his throbbing head, tasting the sweet pre cum thinking about how it wasn't dissimilar to how my pussy tastes. Then, I go in for a lick, again, I surprised myself at how much I was enjoying this. A few licks and kisses later, sir commands me to lick from balls to tip. Looking at sir's full balls, I feel the heat in my pussy rise, I'm absolutely loving serving my master and seeing how much I am turning him on.
His skin is so smooth under my tongue and then im rewarded every time with the sweet juice of his cock in my mouth, making me hungry for more with every taste. Then, with some encouragement in the form of sir tangling his fingers in my hair and pulling my head to the tip of his throbbing length. Looking down, I swallowed hard, wanting to give this first go my best shot. I opened my mouth as wide as possible, took a breath and impaled my mouth with his cock.
The taste was incredible, my mouth full of my masters cock, his juice and my spit all pushing its way down my throat, so I go down further, hungry to keep this sensation going, yet my mind was a few steps ahead of my body, and I started to gag. Sir pulled my head up, checking his fuck toy wasn't in pain (I was far from it), and let me continue. The next few minutes were me testing my limits, putting my tongue in different places to see if I could get deeper or make sir feel better. Every time his breathing hitched, I felt so much joy as I knew I was being a good slut, finally able to pleasure my master in person.
To Be Continued |
