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"Have a good day at work Master!" she said, as she sent him off to his job one morning. The day was like any other and the routine was pretty predictable. She had made him breakfast, he has given her the chores she was to get done, and she sent him on his way. But during their breakfast conversation that morning Michelle had said something to him that stuck with him during the course of the day.

"Master, I would really love to come down to your work and see what you do all day. I know you have a very important job, and I would love to see you in action there one day."

Tony thought about the idea of bringing her to his work all day. He knew that his boss would be out of town for a few days starting tomorrow, and so he thought it would be the perfect time to surprise her and bring her to work with him. That afternoon as he was driving home, he thought out his plan for her.

"Welcome home, Master!" Michelle said as he walked in the door. She met him as she always did when he came home from work, coming up to him to stand in front of him with her hands behind her back, her feet together, back straight and chest out, and her head lowered looking at his feet. This is how he had taught her to greet him and how he liked to see her when he got home. He reciprocated in his usual manner, lifting her chin to look at her eyes and kissing her soft ruby lips as he possessed her again. Michelle's response was predictable; at his first touch she became wet and her breath was taken away once more.

"Hello precious. How was your day?" he asked. Precious was the pet name he had given her. She loved hearing it too, because he had told her she was his precious. His precious jewel, his precious treasure.

"Fine, Master. How was your day?" she returned.

"It was okay. Long, but okay."

"Aww, poor Master. You work too hard at that office! Want a neck rub?" she asked.

"That would be wonderful. You know I always love your neck rubs!" he said, taking her by the hand and walking into the living room with her. He sat down in his favorite chair and she moved around behind him. Placing her hands on either side of his neck, she began to massage the day away.

"Speaking of work," he began, "My boss is going to be gone for the next few days and I was thinking - how would you like to come down to work and spend the day with me?"

Michelle stopped what she was doing and came around to drop on her knees beside him. "Really Master? You mean it?" she asked, excitedly.

"Yes, there won't be anyone else from the office there except for Julie the receptionist. So you could spend the day with me without any problems."

"Julie won't think something is going on?"

"Well if 'something is going on', she won't say anything. She knows how to keep a secret," he said.

"As long as you don't get into trouble, Master. I don't want you to lose your job over me."

"No worries. Julie is okay."

"Then I would LOVE to go to work with you Master!" she said, excitedly and moved back around to massage his neck with renewed vigor.

"Hey! Not so hard!" he said, laughing as she worked on his neck.

"Sorry, Master. I'm just so excited!"

During dinner, Tony laid out the plans that he had for her the next day. Michelle listened eagerly to what he had to say.

"Tomorrow you will come to work with me and I will show you where I work. We will be in the office all day - I need to catch up with some paperwork and work on a project that I am in the middle of. But it will give you a chance to see where I work, and we'll be together all day. I hope you don't get bored... the office isn't the most exciting place in the world you know!"

"Oh, Master, I could never be bored as long as I'm with you!" she said "Thank you! Thank you!"

That night as they went to bed, Tony turned to her.

"Open your mouth!"

Michelle grinned, knowing that he was going to make her earn the privelege of going to work with him tomorrow. She was fine with that. She'd do whatever he wanted!

"Open your mouth now!" he barked, grabbing a fistful of her hair and yanking her head backwards. It hurt. But it also felt soo good...

She opened her mouth and with his free hand, Tony shoved three fingers inside, poking around roughly. He shoved his fingers deep inside her mouth, almost to the point of gagging her. Then he pulled them back out. Michelle gasped as she sucked in a breath. He shoved them back down into her throat and held them there for a couple of seconds. Again he pulled them out and again she gasped for sweet air. Once more into her mouth, and he held them there a little longer this time. When he pulled them out this time, he wiped her saliva from his fingers across her face.

He very quickly replaced the fingers down her throat with his cock. Gently for a few moments, Michelle wrapped her lips around it and flicked her tongue across the tip. But that didn't last for long. He grabbed her head with both hands and pulled it towards him as he thrust his hips forward. Tony's cock slammed against the back of her throat. Michelle gagged and tried to pull away but he held tighter. After a few seconds he released his grip and pulled back, withdrawing from her mouth. She gasped for air, panting like a dog after a hard run.

"I was under the impression you wanted to suck me?" he inquired with a disappointed tone.

"I do, Master."

"Well, enjoy it!" he commanded as he thrust back into her mouth, this time pumping his cock right down her throat.

Michelle choked on his cock, loving every second of it. Her eyes began to water and her face turned red. He released her head once more and saliva poured out of her mouth and down the front of her nightshirt. She looked up at him and smiled. "Thank you, Master. May I suck you some more please?"

"Sure thing slut," he replied, as he slapped her face with his saliva coated cock and then rammed it back down her throat. Pumping in and out, occasionally he paused with his cock resting on her tongue to give her an opportunity to breath before assaulting her throat again.

This cycle continued for what seemed to Michelle like an eternity. Eventually, her face was drenched with saliva; her eye makeup had been destroyed by her tears, leaving black streaks down her face. Her nightshirt was wet and transparent. She was breathless and exhausted. Tony pumped his cock into her throat one last time before he pulled out and shot his cum all over her face.

"I love you, my dirty little slut," he whispered as she caught her breath, still holding her by the hair, and wiping his softening cock roughly across her cheek.

"Thank you, Master. I love you too," she panted in reply.

"Now, get those clothes off. It's time to go to sleep - you have a long day ahead of you tomorrow!" he commanded as he got up to go to the bathroom and clean up.

Michelle laid there for a moment catching her breath.

"And don't wipe my seed from your face. I want you to enjoy wearing it for a while. I like the way it looks," he said as he got to the bedroom door.

"Yes Master."

She smiled to herself and struggled to her feet, still a bit wobbly from the intense workout. He returned in a few minutes and found Michelle in bed, naked, waiting for him. As he laid down, she curled up to him and with her head resting on his arm, fell fast asleep, still smiling.

The next morning as Tony woke her, he had special instructions for Michelle who was to accompany him to work.

"Michelle, you will wear office appropriate wear, but nothing under," he instructed.

"Yes Master," she said, obediently.

Michelle got dressed and after they ate breakfast, Tony and Michelle left for the office. The morning traffic was light on the way to Tony's office. Tony arrived at his office building and parked in his reserved spot. He opened the car door and reached for Michelle's elbow, helping her from the seat, waiting until she was steady upon her high heels before turning and waiting for her to follow.

His voice reached her ears, low and firm; “Eyes down slut, and remember what you've been taught.” He knew that her lowered eyes would draw less attention, and her dress and demeanor was meant to make her blend into the crowds, yet she knew that underneath the common, ordinary exterior, was a sexual animal impatiently waiting to bust out. Silently, she nodded with an unseen motion, but he had no doubt of her compliance. Michelle stayed close behind as her Master's long steps led her into the building.

They entered the elevator and as the doors closed, they found themselves alone in the elevator. Michelle's eyes never rose even though Tony stepped up close to Michelle and traced the outline of her tits through the white fabric of her blouse. He smiled when her nipples stiffened and threatened to poke through the fabric. Michelle moaned softly and she knew it would to be a long day for her! Michelle had no idea how many floors they had risen, and when the doors whooshed quietly open she was startled, but awaited his lead before following closely once more.

The scents of a place of business penetrated her thoughts, and yet she still looked nowhere but at the back of his heels. Tony stopped upon reaching a door, and she heard the soft click of a doorknob turning. He waited until Michelle entered before closing the door once more and again she heard the lock, as the door closed behind her. Tony worked in the high rent area of Los Angeles, just off Wilshire Boulevard in an office on the twenty-second floor. The office was good sized - with a nice reception area, a meeting room, and his private office.

"Good Morning, Mr. Powell," the receptionist said as they walked up to her desk.

"Good Morning, Julie. How are you this morning?"

"Fine, Sir. Would you like some coffee?"

"That would be wonderful. Thank you," he said, as the pair went into his office, closing the door behind them.

Tony's fingers lifted to trace her jaw and he slowly lifted her chin, kissing her softly. “My dear, this will be a most enjoyable day at the office I think.” Michelle saw her Master's smile and felt nothing more than the desire to please him, to make him proud of her, and to keep that beautiful smile on his face. Walking across the room, he reached his large desk and sat in the high backed leather chair, motioning for her to come close. She approached as he directed to his side and stood silently, hands to her side, her eyes once more lowered.

"Your coffee Sir," the receptionist said as she entered the room.

"Thank you," he said. She smiled and closed the door again as she left to return to her desk.

“Take off your clothes and hang them in the closet and return to me,” he directed.

Silently she complied, slipping her skirt down over her hips and letting it fall into a puddle on the floor around her ankles. Stepping out of it, she picked it up from the floor and folded it carefully, her movements quick and sure. He watched as she softly tugged each button from the hole it occupied and slid the blouse down over her shoulders - exposing her soft tanned breasts. Her nipples stiffened in the cool air of the office as she turned away, the blouse and skirt draped over her arm and she carried it to the closet, hanging them up as her Master had instructed.

As she turned back to him, she looked up ever so briefly, needing a glimpse of that smile. She was not disappointed. Once more her eyes lowered and he watched her return, her breasts softly swaying as she gracefully walked back towards him. Michelle knew the smile she saw upon turning was the result of his watching her tight, well-rounded ass sway gently as she went to hang her clothes. She reached his side once more and she sank slowly to her knees beside his chair, thighs spread to his view, her back straight and her perfect breasts stuck out on display just as he had taught her. She slowly lifted her face to him, waiting her Master's next command.

Tony unlocked and opened the bottom drawer of his desk and pulled out a collar and wrist cuffs. She pulled her long hair out of the way as he fastened the collar around her neck, locking it in place behind her head.

“Your wrists precious,” he said and she lifted them to him and he fastened them to her wrists. Then he clipped a chain from her collar to the wrist cuffs. The chain was just long enough that her hands would go no lower than below her breasts. He gazed at her, nodding his approval, then slowly rolled his chair away from the desk. He pointed into the knee space, his words spoken quietly,

“Your home for the day little one... please…” and he motioned to the empty space under his desk.

Michelle ducked her head low and she crawled carefully on her knees, turning once in the cubbyhole, sitting down upon her ass, knees high and thighs apart, hands pressed to her breasts to take some pull from her neck. She lifted her eyes to him and nodded once, smiling with her eyes.

“Thank you Master, for giving me such a nice place to stay.” He reached down to her and caressed her cheek, then pulled away and rose, walking to the door. She heard the lock turn again, the door opening. He returned to his chair and pulled it in closer, as she pressed back to allow his legs room. Michelle heard her Master's voice with one more command.

“Not a sound precious… not a whimper, not a cough… in fact, were I you, I would be very careful about breathing too loudly. Do you understand?” She leaned her face against his leg and nodded in reply, knowing the command began when it was uttered and her answer was not to be voiced. He replied, “Good girl,” and his approval sent her spirit soaring - once more she had pleased him.

Michelle leaned back into the semi-darkness of the knee space and listened as he begin the workday. Drawers opened and closed. The tap of the keyboard. A ringing telephone answered. Papers moved about. Occasionally he reached with the toe of his shoe and pressed between her legs. Michelle carefully raised her hands so that she could lay her head against the wood, biting her bottom lip to keep the soft moans from escaping.

Several times he rose and left the desk, always careful to push the empty chair close in. And several times Michelle heard others enter, but the words spoken go unheard as she concentrated on being very still, on breathing very quietly. And after each visitor left he honored her with his gentle touch, a foot lifting to stroke it’s leather surface across her leg and into her heat.

When time for lunch arrived he spoke without ever leaning to look at her. “I’ll be back my precious. Be a good girl and lay down please. Turn your back to me and face the wall,” She maneuvered her body so that the curl of her back faced him as he directed and pressed as close to the wall as her position would allow. Then she felt his touch as he spread her hair out far behind her. And then the wheels of his chair rolled across it, pinning her further in her space.

“Don’t move an inch girl. I’ll not see a hair out of place when I return,” She listened as his footsteps faded, realizing that he chose not to close the door and anyone could enter at anytime. Michelle breathed deeply before closing her eyes and wished for his quick return, fearing her discovery with every moment that passed.

An eternity seemed to pass before she heard footsteps once more. Michelle opened her eyes widely and focused on the shadowed wood grain in front of her face, listening intently. Then voices… and it was not her Master's voice… Michelle trembled silently, holding her breath as long as she could between a silent exhale and search for new air. Finally the stranger was gone and the tears of relief welled up in her eyes, her breathing calmed and she tried to think how long he had been gone.

Just as Michelle was beginning to think that her body could no longer hold this position, she jerked ever so slightly at the sound of steps approaching the desk closer and closer. She felt the wheels glide from her hair, and tasted the blood from the bite into her lip as she waited to see who had discovered her. Then a bone shuddering sigh of relief, soundless but felt to the soul, as she heard her dear Master's voice and his hand touched her shoulder.

“Well done girl,” she heard the smile in his voice as he spoke. “I like to find my things exactly as I left them. Sit up now. I’ve got a drink of water for you,” With those words she twisted and turned her way back into a sitting position as he took his seat and slid close to the desk.

Michelle saw his hand come down the side of the chair, in it a bottle of water. “Drink my dear. I’ll only hold it for a moment,” She leaned forward and clasp the small opening of the bottle with her lips, tugging upon it and pulling deeply, swallowing the cool water with quiet tilts of her head. Three, four, five deep swallows, and then the bottle is gone.

"You have done very well this morning, little one. I think it is time to challenge you further. Stand," he commanded. She rose to her feet and he pulled her closer to him.

"Spread your legs. I have a treat for you." he said. Michelle complied and parted her legs. Master reached into his drawer and pulled out a small, remote-controlled butterfly, shaped vibrator.

"Do you know what this is?" he asked.

Michelle nodded her head yes.

"Then you know what it will do to a slut's pussy, right?" he asked.

Michelle's eyes widened at the thought. Again she nodded her head yes.

"Good. I am going to place it on your pussy and you will continue to maintain your silence no matter what this device does to you. Understand?"

Michelle nodded her head that she understood the command, although following it may be more difficult. Tony placed the butterfly between the lips of her pussy and wrapped the straps around her thighs and waist.

"Okay, then back under the desk, my dear," he said, moving his chair out of the way.

She scooted back into the corner, leaning back and pulling her knees up, elbows resting upon them, her thighs open once more to his view. In order to test the butterfly teaser, he switched in on low. The buzzing against her already aroused sex caused her to bite her lips to keep from moaning. She squirmed as the device teased her pussy lips and clit. He smiled as she struggled to keep silent.

The buzzing became relentless and her breathing harder. Michelle struggled valiantly to focus on silence as he brought her closer and closer to the edge. She lifted her hips and pressed her sex harder against his leg, to gain a release and then the buzzing was gone. She crumpled down as the chair rolled back and he stood to leave the room without a word. Michelle closed her eyes and slowly brought her senses under control again.

When Tony returned to his desk, he was not alone. Michelle recognized his receptionists' voice as well as that of another man. Their conversations seemed to last an eternity, the presence of others increased her tension with every agonizing moment. Michelle had no idea of the time, of how much longer she could go on like this or how long it has been. Only that she needed release like never before. She was almost delirious from the buzzing and the threat of discovery. Michelle clamped down on the torturous device in an attempt to slow it's devilish work, but that only served to press it further into her hot, steaming pussy.

Finally the strange voices stood and left and his toe found its way once more to her wet crotch. He ground the butterfly into her pussy slightly as he dialed up the torment another notch. She heard the scratch of pen on paper as he murmured, “I should bring you to work more often girl,” his throaty low laughter rang in her ears as her face flamed red out of his sight.

Michelle leaned her head back and closed her eyes, wishing the day to end, wanting to touch him, moan his name. She reached out to stroke his leg, able to resist no longer… fearing that he would pull away, relieved when he stretched a bit closer. Boldly, she laid her head upon his knee and closed her eyes, her heart slowing a bit for the first time that day. Realizing how her Master's touch can both excite her and calm her, cause fear and cause joy, Michelle smiled softly to herself and rubbed her cheek over the rough cloth of the pant leg.

Suddenly her eyes flashed open as he slid back the chair and she pushed deeper into her corner under the desk. She heard the muffled sound of his voice as he spoke with someone and then the closing… and locking… of the door. She heard his footsteps approach and his legs re-appeared within her vision as he took his seat and slid forward once again. Michelle looked up to see him unzipping his fly. His hand emerged with his hardened cock held out to her and then without a word his hand is gone and he returned to work, the sound of pen on paper heard once more.

Michelle sat forward as straight as she was able, knowing what was expected, and knelt between his parted thighs. Her bound hands braced at the edge of his seat, she leaned in to pull him into her mouth. With her hands of no use she could not tease and play. She simply drew him deep and full into her throat and began to suck.

Careful to keep her moans of desire buried, careful to make no sounds of need or want, she was silent as his cock disappeared past her lips again and again. Michelle heard the pen drop atop the desk and felt his thighs tighten against either side of her head. She knew he was close to peaking and she pulled harder, stronger suction milking his shaft.

Tony's hips buck once and then he was still in the chair as he came hard and long into her mouth. Michelle swallowed quickly, each hot stream of her Master's seed flowing quickly down her throat, knowing if any cum should reach his clothing, she would be punished. When the last spasm had passed and the last swallow was safely down her throat, Michelle held very still, his slightly softening cock still held in her hot mouth.

Very gently she pressed him deeper until her lips rested firm at the base, her breath felt inside the fly of his pants. She tightened her lips and pulled one last long, easy stroke from base to tip, making sure he was as clean as she could make him with only her lips and tongue. The very second that his cock left her lips his hand appeared; Tony adjusted himself, zipped up his fly and once again began to write. The only words she heard were, “Rest, little one,” But that was enough. Michelle pressed back into the corner and sat with thighs open to him. She closed her eyes, her head lying against the inside wall of the desk.

The scraping of the chair’s wheels roused her from her dozing and she looked around. The room felt darker somehow, and she sensed it was time to leave. She had no idea how long she had slept but the sound of his voice brought her fully awake immediately. “Wake up, my dear one, it is about time to go home,” Michelle rose to her kneeling position under his desk. "You have been such a good girl today, I think you deserve a reward, don't you?" he felt her rub her head 'yes' against the fabric of his pant leg.

"Straddle my foot then," he said quietly, and she moved obediently into position. "Now, remember to be quiet. I don't want to hear so much as a peep out of you," he said. Michelle braced herself for what was to come. Suddenly the vibrations that she had felt earlier that day melted into oblivion as the butterfly took on a new, more evil buzzing. Tony had turned it up to very near its full power, and the vibrations the machine emitted threw her against the back wall of the desk.

She bit down hard on her lip to keep from screaming and shoved her pussy hard against him. She began rubbing her crotch against his shoe as her pussy caught fire. She wanted so much to make noise... it was all she could do to maintain her silence. Tony varied the intensity of the vibrations, sometimes slowing them down, sometimes speeding them up. Just when she thought she would lose her mind entirely, he mercifully slowed things down. She quietly gasped for breath as she tried to calm down. Her body had developed a sheen of sweat and little rivers of perspiration ran down between her breasts.

Just as she began to breath easier, Tony pulled out all the stops and slammed the machine into full, excruciating power! She gasped aloud despite her attempts to remain silent and slammed her hips together. She then splayed them wildly and she convulsed in an explosive orgasm! She stiffened up for several seconds as the wave paralyzed her, then released her in a seizure of passion and release. She wished he had gagged her so she could scream out her rapture behind the gag, but instead, she had to internalize it and that made her orgasm all the stronger! She sat there, frozen as her legs quivered from the strain and her pussy clamped down on the buzzing hell.

Finally, and agonizingly slowly, her orgasm faded and her body returned to her. She sat there, gasping quietly as she gulped down huge quantities of air. Occasionally, her body jerked spasmodically as the last of her throes left her.

'There now, feel better?" he asked smiling. Michelle looked up from beneath the desk and smiled weakly.

"Time to go then. Go fetch your clothes and get dressed," Michelle scrambled from beneath the desk and knelt before him, waiting silently, her eyes looking straight ahead. He reached for her collar and gently unclipped the chains that held her wrists. Then he unfastened her wrist restraints and finally her collar, putting everything back in his desk and locking the drawer.

Tony offered her his hand to help her stand as her legs were stiff and she was still shaky from her orgasm. Once standing, she turned and carefully walked to the closet and put her blouse and skirt on. She looked in the mirror and fixed up her hair as best she could, but she was still sweaty from her ordeal and the best she could do was make it appear she had had a really bad day.

Tony surveyed the frazzled girl, his eyes traveled her body once, assuring that all is in place. “Eyes down now, girl. Don’t get sloppy on me,” She quickly lowered her head and turned to follow him out the door, standing to the side as he locked it, then waiting for the elevator.

The elevator ride is silent and quick. Keeping her eyes down she followed him out of the building and to the car, slipping into the leather seat as he held the door, inhaling his scent as he reached across her to buckle her seat belt. Michelle reached across and unlocked his door after he closed hers, then returned to her seat.

“You pleased me well today, my precious. Did you enjoy your day?”

Michelle lifted her eyes to her Master, a loving smile upon her lips. She nodded softly and spoke quietly, “Yes Master, I did. It was a joy to be so near you for the entire day. Thank you.”

He smiled at her answer and started the car. "Master, may I roll down the window? I am in need of some fresh air to cool down." Tony rolled down the window and she opened her blouse a couple extra buttons to allow the cool breeze to blow across her breasts on the ride home. They arrived home about forty-five minutes later. Michelle had cooled down by then and was back to her old self. Tony parked the car, then helped her out and they walked in the house.

Tony went into the living room while Michelle went to the bathroom. She wanted to freshen up a bit after riding home sweat-covered and cum soaked! She returned and knelt down before him, waiting to see what was going to happen next. He reached down to stroke her cheek and she nuzzled into him, her passion rising once again at his mere touch.

Tony could sense the need in her and almost felt sorry for her. He had teased and tormented his slavegirl all day, and the one time she had gained a release and had her much needed orgasm, didn't make up for the day's torment. Now she was kneeling before him, begging him for more. He couldn't turn her down.

He reached down and lifted her chin once again. Looking in her beautiful blue eyes, he smiled and offered her his hand. Helping her to her feet he spun her around to face the back of the couch. He bent her over the couch and pressed her down upon it, her firm, full tits squashed under her weight.

"Spread your legs, slave." he commanded. She kicked her legs apart wide for him so ready to have him inside her aching pussy that she could hardly stand it another second. But she would have to wait to be filled a little while longer. Tony knelt down behind her and pulled her ass cheeks apart. He placed his hot mouth over her wet, hungry, pussy and parted the lips with his tongue.

Michelle about screamed with pleasure. She pushed back against his face, wanting him deeper, wanting more of him inside her. If he could have climbed completely inside her pussy, that would have been just fine by her at that moment. His tongue was like heaven and he ate her persecuted pussy with such tenderness...

Michelle wanted to cum a million times on his wonderful mouth, to soak his face in her love. But she held back, waiting till she was told, not wanting anything to spoil this time with her beloved Master. He finally entered her with great care. Michelle whimpered; she wanted it so much, it hurt. Yet it was a hurt, that she had never known before. A good hurt, like she was being healed of every wrong ever done to her.

He stroked his cock in and out of her, her hips raising to each thrust. They got harder and stronger, she clung to the edge of the couch, lifting her ass higher and pushing against each thrust of her Master sweet cock. Michelle moaned in utter delight as he continued to plow her furrow. Michelle was going to another place, another world, where only Master and her existed. Her back arched, she threw her head back and Tony grabbed a good handful of her hair.

"CUMMM NOW, little one. CUMMM... CUM for me... for us," his voice loud and clear so she could hear him, from where she was. With that he stuck his thumb deep into her asshole, and she came, her body went into a convulsive motion. It was just too much for the girl to process, Michelle let out a scream in her pleasure, as his thumb went deeper into her.

She could hear him laughing at her from somewhere in the whirlwind that surrounded her, but she did not care, her body was on a high. Slowly, after an eternity of falling, she came down, her panting and whimpering subsiding and her muscles relaxing. She lay her head on the couch back as she closed her eyes, not wanting to leave her new world just yet.

Tony let her relax like this for a few brief moments. When he determined that she was just about back to earth, he pointed his cock at her still quivering hole and dove full-length into her. As he did he quickly covered her mouth to stifle the scream that tore from her mouth. Her eyes widened and she tensed every muscle in her body at this new attack. Tony quickly began pumping in and out of her, with seemingly little regard to how it felt to her.

He attacked her like a lion after its prey and she was thrown against the couch repeatedly as he buried his cock, balls deep, in her wet hole. After the initial shock he released his hand from her mouth and instead grabbed her by the throat, hard enough to establish his dominance of her, but not enough to cut off her air supply. He lifted her to a standing position as he pummeled her and his free hand grabbed a handy tit, mauling it like his cock was mauling her pussy.

"Now slut, I am going to cum in my pussy, do you hear, I want you to feel me fill your pussy with my hot cum. Are you ready for my gift?" he hissed in her ear.

"Oh, Master, Oh yes... please cum in your pussy! Please cum in me, my Master!" she cried out.

She felt his cock swell to what she could swear was twice its size before she felt the searing heat of his cum coating the walls of her pussy and filling her belly with it's fire. As he came in her, he grabbed her about the waist and crushed her body into his, holding her so tight she had a little trouble breathing. But she didn't mind - she and Master had become one. He held her like this as he pumped more and more of his sweet sticky cum into her. Finally, drained, he pulled out of her and gently eased her to the floor, unable to stand on her own.

Michelle took the opportunity to turn and, kneeling in front of the man that claimed her, she took his cock in her mouth and cleaned him with all the love and tenderness she knew. She licked and sucked his cock till it was spotless and gently kissed each of his balls before helping him get back into his boxers and pants. When he was dressed again, she stood and looked him in the eyes.

"Thank you, Master. Thank you so, so much," she put her arms around his neck and kissed him tenderly.

"You are welcome little one. Now go upstairs and shower and get dressed, we are going out for dinner tonight. You have had a hard day and there's no need for you to cook on top of all that."

"Master, you are so considerate and kind. Thank you," she said smiling. "May I be excused then?" she asked.

"Yes, you may." And she started off to do as she was told. Tony smiled as she walked away knowing the evening had just begun for her...