Master
By HotJeannie ã 2007
(MFF, dom)
“Master, please be gentle with me,” I pleaded.
“Aren’t I always gentle with you, Jeanne my love?” He said before slapping me hard on my bare ass, which was sticking up at him from the big bed.
I winced but I also felt the first trickle of wetness at my vulva. I looked back to see Mauro beginning to unbuckle his pants. He was as erect as I’ve ever seen him.
“Master, you are hard, which is what I desire as your slave.” I said, averting my eyes as he liked me to do. I’m working hard to keep my yearning voice as subservient as possible for my Master. On my hands and knees, an involuntary spasm of need makes my ass shake for him. He promptly yet more playfully this time slaps it again.
“Oooh, she’s wet for you dear!” His wife Sue coos from the open bedroom door. “Slap those tight cheeks once more for me, sweetheart.” SLAP. “I’ll be in in a moment, after you get her ready.”
I was awaiting another slap but this time his hand gently caressed my wet inner thighs before casually stroking a finger between my yearning labia. “My Master...you’re teasing me. Why don’t you pleasure my clitoris since it aches for you?”
“In time, my Slave,” Mauro said with his usual wry smile. “Withholding the ultimate pleasure is a true sign of your submission to me, your Master.” Two fingers continued to slip up and down effortlessly between the extremely wet folds of my pussy, somehow getting close but never grazing my engorged clit.
“Yes Master. I will not ask for fulfillment. I am here for your pleasure only”
I snuck a quick glance backward to find him smiling again. His cock was surprisingly stiff and upright, which pleased me no end. My Master wanted me, and that was fulfillment enough.
I stared at the headboard and waited for Master. I heard Sue ask from the doorway “You haven’t fucked the poor lady yet?” Then in a more husky voice, she added “If you won’t, then let me have her...she looks very delicious.
My pussy was vibrating like a tuning fork, hungry for SOMEONE to do me, though I would never question my Master’s decisions.
Soon I felt the head of his cock at my opening. He did not enter me right away, but teased the head between my labia as he had done earlier with his fingers. I wanted to thrust my hips back to impale myself on him, but I knew that would make Master angry. I did not want to make him angry. I was thankful he began to slide into me until he I was fully penetrated. Though in my forties and with one child, he knew I was still tight down there—he didn’t ram it home, but seductively teased his full length in and out. When I couldn’t stand it anymore, I pushed my ass violently back to meet him. Master slapped me again, harder this time, for my indiscretion. A soft whimper escaped my lips as rivulets of moisture trickle down one thigh. Master was happy now; I could sense his happiness by the way he intensified his thrusts. He loved my ass and I was glorified in presenting it to him this way; gripped by my hips and taking it from behind, his slave on her knees as she should be.
When he slapped an ass cheek again, I came violently, convulsing and crying out.
“Good girl, Slave! For your throbbing homage to me, your Master, I will keep fucking you, but harder...is that okay?” He snickered, but instead he pulled my head up toward him by the hair and kissed the nape of my neck. “You’re going to be a good girl, aren’t you?” He asked, as he reached around and tweaked both of my prominent and sensitive nipples.
“OH YES, MASTER! FUCK ME, AS YOU WISH!” I screamed.
He did. He moved his hands from my nipples to my neck and began gently strangling me. My mind grew foggy as he started thrusting again into my begging vagina. He kept me just on the edge of passing out as he picked up his pace. Master can go a long time and he was kind enough to allow me to climax many times in this state. I was grateful. After many orgasms (or was it simply one everlasting one?) he was still maintaining his steady rhythm though he had stopped choking me.
Sometime while I was lost in the throes of orgasm, Sue had joined us and was lying on her back looking into my eyes. “Is the Master being good to you, Jeannie?” She whispered.
I nodded just as Mauro slapped my ass again. My latest orgasmic scream was muffled by Sue’s lips pressed upon mine.
More pleasure to come, more pain. Bliss!