Master – an erotic story

I was making chicken pot pie, and chopping celery is my least favorite part…never have quite been able to do it like those chefs on television.  And as I was chopping, I heard and felt you come up behind me.

“It’s time,” you said.

Caught up in what I was doing, I replied, without thinking, “Just let me finish chopping – “

You reached around and grasped each of my wrists, and I instinctively dropped both the celery and the knife.

“Now, baby girl,” you said in a low but very decisive tone.  And without a word, you let go of only one of my wrists and led my to the middle of the bedroom. “We agreed that I would use you, and that you would allow me to use you immediately.  Did you forget?”

“No,” I answered softy.

“No questions, no hesitation, and yet you asked me to wait.  You know what you must do.”

I nodded, and you sat on the edge of the bed. I hesitated for only a moment, and then I removed my skirt, and sweater, exposing my bra and panties.  Then I laid myself over your lap.

What I expected was not what I received.  You caressed my ass, my pussy through the panties for a moment, then you slipped a finger around the band of one leg and pulled them inward, to the side, to expose me.  They resisted, and you pulled harder, yanking them aside until I heard the fabric begin to rip. The sound excited me, and I shuddered.

“You like me ripping your panties….”


I heard you chuckle, and then you yanked once more, ripping the hole into submission so that you could slide a finger, then two, inside me.  I was already wet.

“You are wet for me baby girl.  You have wanted me to use you all day.”

“Yes,” I whispered.

“Then stand up.”

I complied.  I stood very still, facing away from you, and I heard your zipper, and then your pants as they fell to the floor.

“Turn around, woman.  And on your knees.”

I turned around.  I looked at you as I sank to my knees in front of you.  I opened my mouth to ask for you, and you help up your hand.  “I know baby girl.  Now suck my cock.”

And I did.  I leaned toward you and took just your head in, using my tongue and sucking.  I tasted the oozing that had begin, and murmured an “mmm” against you.  I flicked my tongue under your rim and heard you sigh raggedly.  So I repeated the action before taking you in farther.  My tongue ran along the shaft of you, now familiar with the texture and terrain I had spent two days tasting and touching and experiencing.  I slid my lips up and down, followed by my tongue. I wrapped my lips tightly and created a wet friction, sliding father each time.  I placed my hands on your thighs and felt them flex each time I slid against you with my lips and tongue and teeth, pausing at the rim to flick again.  And I was excited, lost in the taste and smell and feel of you.  I felt my pussy swell and my heart begin to pound.  I took more of you in, faster, feeling you against the back of my throat, the stiffness of your cock filling my mouth.  I could hear my own sucking, and the spit dripped down my chin as I hungrily increased my pace, my face striking your pelvis over and over, want to feel you spasm, feel that surge, and then taste all of you.  I could tell you were getting closer, and your fingers twined in my hair.  I opened my mouth more, anticipating your hands pressing against me.  But you grabbed hold of my hair firmly and said…

“Stop.  Now.”  

I whimpered a bit as I complied, leaning back and withdrawing you.  Your wet cock was hard and erect, and I watched you as you took it in your own hands.

“Stand up.”

Before my legs were quite steady underneath me, you took my arms, turned me around, and bent me over, placing my hands on the mattress.

“Tell me to fuck you, baby girl.”

“Fuck me, master, please, fuck me.”

I heard you step closer and felt your cock against my hip.

“Where?  Where shall I fuck you?”

I trembled and whispered, “You already know, master.”

I felt a smack against one cheek and then the other.  “Say it.  Tell me where to fuck you.”

“Fuck my ass master.  I want you to fuck my ass.”
“That’s better,” you said soothingly, stroking my hair.  “Gently?”

I thought for just a moment.  You had been so tender, so careful with me, the first time….the second time that you opened me.  But now, with my wetness beginning to run down my leg and the heat from your slaps still stinging, I wanted nothing of gentleness.

“No, master.  Fuck me hard.  Please, master.”

Without a word, you took my thigh in one hand and spread one cheek with the other.  You teased me for a moment with your head until I completely relaxed, and then in one decisive motion you pushed past the second of resistance and filled me.  I cried out for a moment with the sudden fullness, and I felt your breath against me…. “Shhh”

And then you began fucking.  You grasped both my thighs in a way that I knew would leave the prints of your fingertips, and I pressed my hands against the mattress.  You did as I had asked, fucking me hard, over and over, swift, authoritative motions.  With each thrust I heard myself pant and grunt, and when you pulled my ass against you to go in deeper, they became a series of moans and cries as I felt every inch of you, your body slamming into mine, heard your breathing, felt myself respond and ache and need.  I said your name, mingled with blessings and curses as you brought me closer and closer to the wild frenzy I had learned that you could elicit from me in a way I had never experienced.

“Is this what you wanted, naughty baby girl?  You like it when I fuck you hard?”

Almost unable to speak, I nodded and heaved.  I felt one hand release, and your gripped my hair and pulled my sharply.  “Tell me.”

“I like it when you fuck me hard.  I like everything you do to me…..everything.”  

Your hands remained wrapped around my hair but loosened your grip just a bit.  “Is my baby girl ready to come for me?”

“yes….god yes.”

You let go of my hair and pushed my back, causing me to support myself with my elbows, and sharpening the angle of my ass in the air.  Then, gripping me tightly, you plunged into me more deeply, over and over, sliding out almost completely only to plunge in again.  My cried became louder, almost screams, as the need that had built with every thrust came crashing over me, and a rush of wetness ran down my legs and I spasmed over and over, feeling it through my entire body.  The force of the orgasm caused a sob to escape my throat, and then I felt you shudder, throb inside me, and I felt the heat as you came.  Your cock filled me as you groaned once…twice…three times, and then stood still.

After a moment, I felt you begin to relax.  My legs were trembling from my awkward position, and my arms were aching, but as you began to move, I heard myself say softly, “Please master, stay this way for just a little longer.”

And you did.

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