Come home, Master!
1597 Words
Last week, my boyfriend, Dan, came home from work and found me on the couch, in a low cut nightgown and nothing else. I was right under a blanket.
For the past several hours I had been desperate for him, running my hands over my clit and fingering my p***y.
Several times, I screamed for him, begging for his c**k, dripping all over the couch in hunger for him..
It wasn't long before I passed out from exhaustion. I was still on the couch when he came over and gave me a kiss on my forehead. He probably thought I was asleep.
"Hey Baby, I'm home." He muttered.
Without any warning, my eyes tore open, and I suddenly grabbed his face, pulling him right on top of me.
"I've been waiting for you to come home, baby, I want you so f*****g bad!" I immediately started to kiss him like a dying woman who was drinking water in the desert. I clawed at his shoulders and wrapped my legs around his perfect body. I ground my hips into him, moaning into his mouth.
"f**k! I belong to you, master. Treat me like the desperate w***e, Master!" I cried out.
He started to chuckle, "I'm yet to have my shower, still covered in coffee." He started to laugh at how horny I was.
"I don't f*****g care," I growled, "You own me, baby. Don't you know that I'm yours?." Instead of replying, he smiled, and suddenly leaned close to me, allowing his tongue to dance into my mouth.
I tasted him while I started to grind into him in blind, raw panic, desperately needing him more than anything.
His hands soon found my t**s and he pulled them out of my nightgown. I moaned as his teeth started to flicker over my n*****s.
He was getting hard already, and my nightgown rode up my thighs. I grasped his hand and shoved it between my legs, giving him a chance to feel my soaking wetness.
I was fast running out of breath.
"Did you feel that?" I whispered fiercely in his ear, "Master, you did that!"
"I love it when you call me Master" He muttered.
"Master" I teased, "You made me f*****g wet! You've been on my dirty little mind all day, and I've been f*****g myself with my fingers"
"You're such a bad, bad girl, my dirty little slut. A bad and naughty girl," He moaned in my ear, as I felt his fingers slip inside me, within seconds spasms of pleasure rack through me and I shake, "You're so tight. There's just want thing I want to do right now"
"What, Master?"
"Stretch you! I want to see how much of me you can take, but for now, I need to f**k your sexy mouth!"
I knew exactly what he wanted. So, I slid off the couch and went on my knees.
"I badly want taste you, Master!." I mumured.
"Beg for it!"
"I need your c**k in slutty mouth, please, Master." I said, feeling my juices rundown my thighs.
He took out his c**k, and grasped me by the hair, pulling my lips onto his shaft with a force I wasn't expecting.
He started to throat f**k me, driving his c**k deeper and deeper. I could taste his precum on my tongue. Soon, my jaw ached from his huge size, but I was still hungry for more. My boyfriend pulled out without any warning and slapped my face, still gripping my hair. My vision blurred, as I felt his hand close around my throat.
"Bad Girl!" He said sharply, "Why didn't you wait for master?"
I shook my head, as my hands still reached for his c**k. He slapped me again, and choked me against the couch. "You're such a naughty little slut, I'm going to have to punish you."
He rose to his feet, slowly took off his belt.
Then, he gripped my hair, forcing me to kneel over the couch. Then, he lifted my nightgown. I was already moaning, allowing my legs to spread far apart so that my dripping p***y was now on full display.
I felt that harsh leather against my bare skin, and in an instant, he striked.
My moans grew louder.
I arched hips to receive the next blow on my bare ass. The pelt of pain, made me more wet than ever.
"You're such a slutty little w***e, My Love."
*slap*
"Oh yeah, Master! I'm your w***e. Make me your play thing!"
Suddenly, I felt him on top of me.
"Hell, yes! You are all mine. Just mine, you f*****g w***e!"
The loop of his belt came down around my neck, and before I knew what was going on, he pulled it tight.
My senses flared.
The feeling of being dominated by my boyfriend sent a thrill through me.
I was on his leash now as I felt his erection between my legs. He began to tease me with his heavy c**k.
"I know you want it. You want it, huh?"
"f**k, yeah!" I moaned.
"I'll make you cry before you feel my c**k stretching your slutty pussy."
His words thrilled me, again and again.
I wanted it, even more than anything else in the world.
I lifted my hips and began to grind backwards. Soon, I was moaning and begging as my wet p***y slide against his c**k.
He tightened the belt. "I said, Beg me, w***e!"
"Please, Master, I need you inside me. I need you to stretch me. Take me, I want to be yours. Just yours! f**k me, please, Master"
I felt how he started to rub the head of his c**k against my clit.
"You already are mine, w***e!."
The next seconds that passed were so explosive that I almost ran out of breath. He drove into me like a jackhammer.
"Whoooooahh!" I screamed as I felt him hitting my cervix. I wanted him so bad that the pain meant nothing to me.
He slammed into me, again and again. The slick walls of my p***y squeezed him with every single thrust. He pulled the belt tight again, using it to pull me into him.
I felt his other hand ripping my night gown off. Then, I became stark naked and vulnerable and his for the taking. He dug his teeth into me, biting my shoulder, pulling my hair, as the belt ripped off before he threw me onto my back.
His c**k dominated me, shredding me apart, tearing me down, owning me; his slutty w***e.
He raised one of my legs up in the air.
"Kpash!" The sound of his hard palm against my bare ass filled the room.
"I want you to look at me!"
He slapped me again, "look at me, now!."
My eyes found his, as tears quickly welled up in them.
He pummeled me, harder. His eyes remained pinned on me as he pounded into me like I was nothing but his plaything.
I was absolutely nothing with him. Nothing but his slut, nothing but his w***e, nothing but his favorite p***y to fill with his c*m.
My skin glistened with sweat, as my soaked p***y slid around his c**k, clutching it with desperation. My eyes rolled as my wet p***y enveloped his c**k with the heat of my arousal. His lips crash against mine, devouring them.
I hissed, nipping his thick lips with my teeth, and soon, I was exploring his hungry mouth with my tongue.
I f*****g needed to drink you in.
My fingernails found his back, and dug into them as my screams rose to fill the room.
He pounded me hard to my climax and couldn't hold myself any longer.
"Ahhh!" I moaned, shaking and screaming and soaking him.
He was quick to pin me down by my shoulders, before he grabbed my face.
"Hushhh!" He muttered. "I'm about to c*m. I want you to take every single drop of it in your slutty tight p***y!" He growled as his huge hips trembled and worked against mine, "Ready to take it all, my perfect little w***e?"
I nodded, "Fill me up!" I wrapped my legs around him, and felt my juices drip through my p***y with a rush.
I held his c**k firmly inside me, breathing hard, and soon, I was starting to squeeze hard against his c**k.
With a relief, I felt his warm c*m coating me on the inside, dripping out of me.
"Master, Thank you for—" I was barely able to complete my statement when he pulled out of my wet p***y, went on his knees before me.
I gasped.
"No need to thank me, Slut! Let's finish this up!" He growled as he positioned my p***y in front of him, spreading my legs far apart..
There was a devilish grin on his face as he looked up at me, smiling.
"Do you know what time it is?" He asked.
I shook my head, already hungry for him again.
"I asked a question!" He said, glaring at me.
"No, master. I Don't... Don't know!"
"It's time for you to feed me with the c*m I've put in your wet pussy." He said, smiling again.
I nodded, "Yeah..."
"I want to eat you out, and you must promise not to make any f*****g noise. Understood?"
"Yes, ma... master!" I quivered.
He delved his face straight at my clit, lapping his tongue as he cleaned me up.
Everything happened so fast, and before I could hold myself back, I was already shaking and begging him to f**k me one more time
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