The Professor and the Master’s Daughter

Tim was splitting wood for the cabin stove on a mild August morning.  It would get to the high 70’s this afternoon, but would dip into the 40’s tonight.  The daily temperature swing was one of the things he liked most about Maine in August.  He was nearly done, having spent the last 30 minutes creating two to three weeks worth of wood.  The slamming screen door drew his attention to the front porch, where Paige now stood.  The sight of her in a thin shift caused his loins to stir.  Jesus! I just can’t get enough of that!  His mind flashed back to the incredible sex they had during this past week.  Down by the lake, on the porch, in the shade of the dam, and just about every other place possible up here.  Plus, their love of sexual roll playing made their relationship unique.  Tim’s favorite so far this week was “The Lost Girl Scout.”  When he inquired where Paige had gotten a real Girl Scout uniform that fit her, complete with badges and knee socks she smiled. “I have my sources,” she giggled and that was the end of it.

Watching her brought him another thought. 200 years ago I would be the slave and she would be the Master’s daughter.  How far we’ve come.  We can go out almost anywhere and people don’t give us a second look.  

“Tim!” she called.  “Can you come here please?”

Seeing an opportunity to have some fun, Tim replied in his best slave drawl. “I’s comin’ Missy.”  He dropped his axe and strolled over to the porch.

A knowing grin and lustful eyes met him when he got there.

“I need something fixed.  Come inside.”

His eyes widened in mock fear.  “Oh no missy! I cain’t do that!  The Massa wup me somethin’ awful if he caught me in the house when he warnt here!”

“Well, I need something done, and if you don’t come in the house I’ll tell my Pa that you tried to get in, but I had to fight you off!  So get yo cute black ass in here now!”

Tim hesitated a moment then shuffled up the steps past Paige and into the cabin.  She gave him a playful smack on the ass as he went by.  “If you ain’t good there’s more where that came from!”

Paige went in and locked the door behind her.  She looked Tim up and down.  His sweat covered muscles rippled from the morning’s woodcutting.  She stared at his crotch, noticing a slight swelling.  She licked her lips in anticipation.

“I have an itch,” she explained, “and I need it scratched.”

“Cain’t you scratch it yoself?” he asked.

“I tried, but I can’t reach the spot.”

“Where is it?” he inquired.

She lifted her dress up to her waist, exposing her pale blonde pussy.  “It’s here.”

Tim stared at her cunt.  He could tell that she had been playing with it while he was outside.  The lips were red and swollen. “Oh Lordy!” he exclaimed.  “Dat’s one purty pussy you got there.  But I scared Missy!  Ifin yo Pappa come home while I scratchin’ you, he surely will kill me.”

“That’s the risk you’ll just have to take.  Either that or a definite beatin’ when I tell him what you tried to do.  Now get over here and get down on your knees!”

Tim did as he was ordered.  On his knees, his face was even with her belly button.  She put a hand on his head and pushed it towards her crotch.  “Now lick me!”

Tim spread his legs wide to lower his head.  He grabbed her ass and thrust his tongue into her hot and wet pussy as far as it would go.  As he tongue fucked her, Paige bent her knees slightly and spread her thighs, giving him better access to her delights. She pulled him in tighter, making it hard for Tim to breathe.  “Damn that’s good!” she groaned.  Tim was relentless, his tongue swirling and probing like a snake on a hot rock.  He finally pulled away, gasping for air.  Before Paige could say anything, his tongue was back, but instead of inside her pussy he was outside.  He lapped up her juices like a thirsty dog.   

When he moved on to her clit, Paige gasped and her knees started to buckle. Tim stood up quickly and eased her onto the loveseat. “I sho do love that clitty,” he stated between licks. He spread her legs as far as they would go, then spread her pussy lips until the over-large clit popped completely out from under its hood.  His whole mouth encircled the button and he began to suck as if it were a nipple. 

“Oh yeah, that’s it!” whimpered Paige through clenched teeth.

“How yo itch now?” Tim demanded.

“Better, but now it’s deep inside.  Please! I need you in deep!”

“Sho’nuf Missy,” he said as he removed his mouth from her sopping cunt.  Tim stood up and in a flash he was naked, his nine inch ebony rod staring Paige in the face.  He grabbed the back of her head and thrust his dick into her waiting mouth.  “Make that bad boy wet!”

With one hand on his balls and the other only three-quarters of the way around his massive shaft, Paige deep throated him like an experienced pro.  Up and down she went, leaving gobs of her saliva dripping onto the floor.  She abandoned his nut sack and put both hands at the base of his prick.  She concentrated her mouth on the head while her hands stroked his prick. She was making cooing noises as she continued her blowjob in a manner akin to worship.  

“Yo like dat dick, I can tell,” he said through a grin.  

Paige removed her mouth and moved between Tim’s legs.  Keeping her hands moving she licked the underside of his balls and then back towards his anus.  Tim shuddered as her tongue traveled to the edge of his asshole.  He jumped when her wet forefinger penetrated his sphincter and encountered his prostate.  The urge to explode manifested itself as she rubbed the hidden gland.  Before that could happen he pulled out her finger, stood her up and bent her over the end of the love seat.  Before him was her puckered asshole perched above her pink swollen pussy.  With an animal-like grunt he shoved his huge prick between the inviting lips and kept going until his thighs slapped her ass.  In and out he drilled her, his lust now in total control.

“I knows yo love the black monsta. Tell me!” he roared.

“I love it! God how I love it!”

“I be scratchin’ yo itch now!”

Three sounds could be heard in the cabin; Tim’s grunts with each thrust; Paige’s continuous moan; and the slapping sound of thigh and ass cheek.  Paige’s moan turned into a wail as her orgasm overtook her.  Tim felt her vaginal muscles tighten around his cock while she screamed with pleasure.  Moments later Tim joined her in heaven on earth as he deposited load after load of hot cum deep in her pussy.  Sweating and exhausted, Paige slumped over the loveseat arm with Tim above her.  She sensed his cum oozing out of her on to the furniture.

“I’m dripping onto the arm,” she informed him.  Tim stood and helped her up.  The cum was now running down both her legs.  She looked between her thighs and them back at Tim.  

“I hope you have more of that left, ‘cause my Pa won’t be home for hours.”