A Story
Title: Untitled
Author: Me
Summary: This is a short story I wrote. Its not about anyone in particular, though it did stem from an event which occured to me.
Rating: NC17
I knew he had evil plans for me. I knew it from the moment we left the party and headed upstairs. He went out of his way, around the outskirts of the room packed full of people to pat his buddy on the back and said quietly "we're going to bed, you coming?" I knew then, when he turned his back on me and walked upstairs, expecting, no... knowing that I would follow, that he had left his elated, jovial self downstairs at the party. I knew that from this point on, he was not to be my "Bunny" or my "Kitten", but my Master.
I did as I was expected. I followed him silently up the stairs and down the hall, very aware of the presence behind me, a shadow that trailed me with the same nervous excitement and anticipation which my own heartbeat confessed to my mind. He opened the door and walked in, intentionally leaving it open for me and my shadow. He never looked at me, never faced me, simply pulled off his clothes and laid down on the bed, gesturing for me to do the same. I silently removed my dress, watching with careful eyes as the shadow simply sat in an armchair in the corner of the room and studied me intently. As I crawled onto the bed I was more than aware that my ass was directly facing the chair in the corner, and that the person occupying said chair had a full view of anything he cared to see.
My Master held his arms out to me, and I gladly took comfort within them, away from the leering eyes which glowed in the shadowless corner. "My beauty," he purred in my ear, stroking my dark hair back from my face and smiling at me with that sneaky, something's-waiting-for-you smile. I was ready to curl into the safety of my Master's arms and fall into blissful slumber, but it was apparent that there would be none of that, as his hand was quickly traveling down my body, pausing to pinch my nipples so that my breath caught in my throat, and was soon rubbing furiously at my clit, making me mewl and squeal at the familiar but wonderful feelings which coursed through me. Soon, his fingers were inside of me, finding my special spot with the ease of practice and experience. My fingers clutched the bedsheets, my toes curled with the intense passion, and my mouth remained opened, allowing gasps and loud, wanton moans to escape my throat. My Master takes good care of me, and I felt my muscles tighten and pulse as I came all over his hands. But he was not through... not yet. He suddenly grabbed me around the waist and hoisted me up onto my hands and knees, spearing me with his hard cock as I was lifted up. He thrust into me hard and fast, making me cry out and clutch the black sheets so that my white knuckles contrasted against them in the moonlight.
I wanted more. I wanted it harder and faster. I wanted to feel my Master cum inside me, filling me up with his seed. I had long ago forgotten about the man in the corner. His gleaming eyes had long ago faded into the darkness, unseen and unheard. But Master is all-knowing, and he knew that his friend remained within the room. He stopped his motion against my whimpers of dissatisfaction he clutched my hips so that I could not back myself any further onto his erection, and then he spoke.
"Joe," Master's voice was loud and commanding, "Come over here and get your cock sucked by my pretty whore."
I froze. Did Master really intend for me to bed with another? I was his and his alone. But no, he expected this of me, and I had taken a vow long ago to obey his every word. I would do this, as well, if it is what he wished. The mattress dipped, and a naked chest appeared in front of me. A hand clutched my chin and tilted my head up, so that I stared into the face of the man I was to be shared with. Dark eyes raked over my flesh and a strong jaw line pulsed with anticipation. Slowly, a grin grew on his handsome face.
"She is a pretty one, isn't she?" He spoke to Master, and I knew that Master had agreed. "Your Master tells me you are quite the talent. You will prove it."
Suddenly strong hands were tangled in my hair and my mouth was forced down onto a hard and dripping cock which I had never before seen.
"Good girl." My Master praised and petted me as I sucked heartily, and his praise only made me wish to please him more. I took every effort I could make, took this man as far and deep into the back of my throat as I could go, and I knew that I was pleasing him as he began to thrust foreword into me. I heard Master tell him to let go of my hair, that I was a good girl and would do as I was told. In reward for doing such an obviously good job, Master began to thrust into me again, making me moan around the cock which filled my mouth. I wanted to stop sucking. I wanted for Master to thrust into me with all he had and use me like he loved to do. I wanted to fill the room with my screams and pleasure and brace myself against the wall so that he could thrust even more viciously. Even still, the room was filled with the smell of sex and I was dripping my own wetness down my thighs and onto the bed, and I could feel myself climaxing once again.
Apparently, however, I had not pleased Master enough yet to deserve such a great reward. He pulled out of me sharply and whipped me around to face him.
"Take what I give you." He growled into my ear, and shoved my face down onto his own hard cock, which was quite a bit larger than his friend's, though neither could be considered anything close to small. Master thrust his penis into my mouth as far as it would go, making me choke and gag and tears drip down the corners of my eyes. His friend's cock penetrated my dripping pussy and as my Master continued to praise and fondle me, I felt myself once again nearing my peak. I whimpered around Master's cock and looked up into his eyes, trying to tell him. But he already knew. He always knows.
"That's right, my pet, cum all over him." Master whispered in my ear. "You are such a good girl... cum for me."
I would never disobey Master. I came all over his friend's cock, screaming around Master's own and trembling with the pleasure that coursed through me. Before I had even finished I was flung around to face the other way again, and Master's dick was inside me before I even knew what had happened. His friend had hardly gotten himself into my mouth before he came down my throat, and like a good girl, I swallowed it all and then licked and kissed him until he was completely clean.
Master, however, was not through with me yet, which he made apparent as he lifted me up and threw me down on the bed on my back. All thought of the other man in the room fled my mind when Master pinned my feet behind me head and thrust down into me harder than he ever had before, growling out what a whore I was and what a good little slut I made. He finished with a loud roar, pumping his seed into me hard and deep, and I reveled in the feeling of his pulsing, engorged cock inside me.
I laid there for what seemed like forever, frozen with shock and exhaustion and pleasure, as he pulled out of me and disappeared out the door. In the darkness, a shadow appeared next to the bed, accompanied by the same gleaming eyes that had watched so hungrily from the corner before. Now, they were softened. Gracious, even.
"Your Master was right. You are talented." The shadow said, and without a word I tucked myself under the covers of the bed and opened the sheets up to him. He laid down next to me, his hand on my still-heaving chest, and closed his eyes.
Master came quietly back into the room moments later, and silently crawled into the bed and took me into his arms.
"Hello, Beauty." He crooned and smiled at me, and I knew that I had done him well.
"Did I please you, Master?" I asked quietly, stroking his stubbled face.
He smiled even wider and kissed me gently on the forehead. "You have never displeased me, Beauty."
That was all I needed to hear, and as I snuggled deeper into my Master's warm embrace, inhaling the familiar scent of spices and earth, engulfed in those strong, muscled arms and held snugly by his leg around my thighs, I smiled.
Author: Me
Summary: This is a short story I wrote. Its not about anyone in particular, though it did stem from an event which occured to me.
Rating: NC17
I knew he had evil plans for me. I knew it from the moment we left the party and headed upstairs. He went out of his way, around the outskirts of the room packed full of people to pat his buddy on the back and said quietly "we're going to bed, you coming?" I knew then, when he turned his back on me and walked upstairs, expecting, no... knowing that I would follow, that he had left his elated, jovial self downstairs at the party. I knew that from this point on, he was not to be my "Bunny" or my "Kitten", but my Master.
I did as I was expected. I followed him silently up the stairs and down the hall, very aware of the presence behind me, a shadow that trailed me with the same nervous excitement and anticipation which my own heartbeat confessed to my mind. He opened the door and walked in, intentionally leaving it open for me and my shadow. He never looked at me, never faced me, simply pulled off his clothes and laid down on the bed, gesturing for me to do the same. I silently removed my dress, watching with careful eyes as the shadow simply sat in an armchair in the corner of the room and studied me intently. As I crawled onto the bed I was more than aware that my ass was directly facing the chair in the corner, and that the person occupying said chair had a full view of anything he cared to see.
My Master held his arms out to me, and I gladly took comfort within them, away from the leering eyes which glowed in the shadowless corner. "My beauty," he purred in my ear, stroking my dark hair back from my face and smiling at me with that sneaky, something's-waiting-for-you smile. I was ready to curl into the safety of my Master's arms and fall into blissful slumber, but it was apparent that there would be none of that, as his hand was quickly traveling down my body, pausing to pinch my nipples so that my breath caught in my throat, and was soon rubbing furiously at my clit, making me mewl and squeal at the familiar but wonderful feelings which coursed through me. Soon, his fingers were inside of me, finding my special spot with the ease of practice and experience. My fingers clutched the bedsheets, my toes curled with the intense passion, and my mouth remained opened, allowing gasps and loud, wanton moans to escape my throat. My Master takes good care of me, and I felt my muscles tighten and pulse as I came all over his hands. But he was not through... not yet. He suddenly grabbed me around the waist and hoisted me up onto my hands and knees, spearing me with his hard cock as I was lifted up. He thrust into me hard and fast, making me cry out and clutch the black sheets so that my white knuckles contrasted against them in the moonlight.
I wanted more. I wanted it harder and faster. I wanted to feel my Master cum inside me, filling me up with his seed. I had long ago forgotten about the man in the corner. His gleaming eyes had long ago faded into the darkness, unseen and unheard. But Master is all-knowing, and he knew that his friend remained within the room. He stopped his motion against my whimpers of dissatisfaction he clutched my hips so that I could not back myself any further onto his erection, and then he spoke.
"Joe," Master's voice was loud and commanding, "Come over here and get your cock sucked by my pretty whore."
I froze. Did Master really intend for me to bed with another? I was his and his alone. But no, he expected this of me, and I had taken a vow long ago to obey his every word. I would do this, as well, if it is what he wished. The mattress dipped, and a naked chest appeared in front of me. A hand clutched my chin and tilted my head up, so that I stared into the face of the man I was to be shared with. Dark eyes raked over my flesh and a strong jaw line pulsed with anticipation. Slowly, a grin grew on his handsome face.
"She is a pretty one, isn't she?" He spoke to Master, and I knew that Master had agreed. "Your Master tells me you are quite the talent. You will prove it."
Suddenly strong hands were tangled in my hair and my mouth was forced down onto a hard and dripping cock which I had never before seen.
"Good girl." My Master praised and petted me as I sucked heartily, and his praise only made me wish to please him more. I took every effort I could make, took this man as far and deep into the back of my throat as I could go, and I knew that I was pleasing him as he began to thrust foreword into me. I heard Master tell him to let go of my hair, that I was a good girl and would do as I was told. In reward for doing such an obviously good job, Master began to thrust into me again, making me moan around the cock which filled my mouth. I wanted to stop sucking. I wanted for Master to thrust into me with all he had and use me like he loved to do. I wanted to fill the room with my screams and pleasure and brace myself against the wall so that he could thrust even more viciously. Even still, the room was filled with the smell of sex and I was dripping my own wetness down my thighs and onto the bed, and I could feel myself climaxing once again.
Apparently, however, I had not pleased Master enough yet to deserve such a great reward. He pulled out of me sharply and whipped me around to face him.
"Take what I give you." He growled into my ear, and shoved my face down onto his own hard cock, which was quite a bit larger than his friend's, though neither could be considered anything close to small. Master thrust his penis into my mouth as far as it would go, making me choke and gag and tears drip down the corners of my eyes. His friend's cock penetrated my dripping pussy and as my Master continued to praise and fondle me, I felt myself once again nearing my peak. I whimpered around Master's cock and looked up into his eyes, trying to tell him. But he already knew. He always knows.
"That's right, my pet, cum all over him." Master whispered in my ear. "You are such a good girl... cum for me."
I would never disobey Master. I came all over his friend's cock, screaming around Master's own and trembling with the pleasure that coursed through me. Before I had even finished I was flung around to face the other way again, and Master's dick was inside me before I even knew what had happened. His friend had hardly gotten himself into my mouth before he came down my throat, and like a good girl, I swallowed it all and then licked and kissed him until he was completely clean.
Master, however, was not through with me yet, which he made apparent as he lifted me up and threw me down on the bed on my back. All thought of the other man in the room fled my mind when Master pinned my feet behind me head and thrust down into me harder than he ever had before, growling out what a whore I was and what a good little slut I made. He finished with a loud roar, pumping his seed into me hard and deep, and I reveled in the feeling of his pulsing, engorged cock inside me.
I laid there for what seemed like forever, frozen with shock and exhaustion and pleasure, as he pulled out of me and disappeared out the door. In the darkness, a shadow appeared next to the bed, accompanied by the same gleaming eyes that had watched so hungrily from the corner before. Now, they were softened. Gracious, even.
"Your Master was right. You are talented." The shadow said, and without a word I tucked myself under the covers of the bed and opened the sheets up to him. He laid down next to me, his hand on my still-heaving chest, and closed his eyes.
Master came quietly back into the room moments later, and silently crawled into the bed and took me into his arms.
"Hello, Beauty." He crooned and smiled at me, and I knew that I had done him well.
"Did I please you, Master?" I asked quietly, stroking his stubbled face.
He smiled even wider and kissed me gently on the forehead. "You have never displeased me, Beauty."
That was all I needed to hear, and as I snuggled deeper into my Master's warm embrace, inhaling the familiar scent of spices and earth, engulfed in those strong, muscled arms and held snugly by his leg around my thighs, I smiled.