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My name is Anna. But that name doesn't get much use anymore. The names that my master uses; the ones that roll off of his tongue like warm honey amd make me weak at the knees are the ones that I prefer to hear. Little pet. Darling. Kitten. Cockslut. Cumdumpster. Whatever he chooses to call me, thats my real name. There's no time I feel more loved than when I hear him-
"Come here little kitten. Master has a present for you."
Those words send a tingle down my spine. Immediately I perk up and a smile spreads across my face. Master's presents are always so fun. I can't wait to see what he has for me this time.
We live together, my master and I. He sits in an arm chair by the fireplace and I have a soft, fluffy beanbag by the bookshelf. I peek over the edge of my book- I might have been into that story but boy was I more into what I saw when I pulled myself away from it. His chair faced mine at a slight angle, and through the tightness of his bluejeans I could see a bulge. Master ran his hand over it invitingly, raising one eyebrow and gesturing in a come hither gesture with his other hand. There's a quirk of a smile playing at his lips- I know he sees the eagerness in my eyes as I drop to all fours from my seat and begin crawling towards him. No hesitation. Master said he has a present for me, and I'm not going to look a gift horse in the mouth.
How long ago had he been thinking about this, I wonder as I position myself on my knees and between his. I rest my head on one of his legs, feeling the familiar faded jeans rub against my cheek with a smile. My arms are wrapped around that leg now, softly stroking as I look up at him with slightly parted lips- damp with anticipation- and round sparkling blue eyes. "Oh master, you shouldn't have! Have I really been good enough to get a present from you?" I ask and nuzzle his growing erection, planting a soft kiss on it through the fabric.
"I think you've been plenty good pretty girl." my sir coos, stickily affectionate as he brushes a loose strand of hair back from my face. Its short- some would call it pixie, others a bob. Its soft and ash brown, and master runs his hand through it approvingly before gripping it near the base of my head. I gasp but it turns into a moan before I can stop myself when he pulls my head up and takes me into a deep kiss. His tongue is strong, wet, and his mouth tastes of cigarettes and whiskey. I love every second of it. He coaxes my mouth open and it bends to his will eagerly, all too ready for what's to come. Our tongues dance together, around and around and then harder- faster as the heat rises between us.
Master's hand is suddenly on mine. And then mine is on his stiff, stiff cock. Only a thin layer of fabric seperates my soft hand from his rock hard length. Warmth spreads through my stomach as he moves my hand up and down, guiding me through the motions. He moans into the kiss as I squeeze.
"Little pet, why don't you unwrap your present?" Master pulls away from the kiss and my mouth feels empty where his tongue should have been. I follow his gentle instruction, sliding my finger along the zipper of his pants. I grasp it and pull with one hand while the other deftly undoes his button. I look back up to my Master, and he smiles down at me with soft but firm brown eyes. Heat swirls in my stomach.
In one deft swoop I free his cock from his pants and underwear. And for a moment, I just marvel at the sight in my hand.
It's thick. That's the first thing I always notice about my master's cock. It's so wide that my delicate fingers can barely wrap all the way around it. And the length, oh, it was just perfect. Long, but not too long. Maybe seven inches, maybe eight on a good day. And today is a very good day indeed. His shaft is as firm as a rock in my soft palm, veins thick and head red with need. What better present could a good girl ask for?
"Master, I love it. May I?" I ask, sliding my tongue over my already-wet lips. My eyes have to be as full of need as a cat with a bag of catnip, because immediately Master grips my hair in one hand and pulls my face onto his length.
It slides past my soft lips and into the wet warmth of my mouth, and I smile around his erection as I taste the salty flavor of precum. 'How long has he been wanting to give me this present?' I wonder, but as Master pushes my head down all room to think in it is pushed aside by his cock. It fills my mouth to the brim and then some. Up and down, up and down I swallow his meat. It throbs in my mouth and my master gives an approving groan, tightening his grip on my hair. I'm still only half way down, its just so.. Big.
"Further now." he orders, and I do my best to comply. Gripping the base of his cock with one hand I slide my tongue up and down his shaft, still deep in my mouth. Bit by bit I take it more and more, until I feel that telltale breaching of the back of my throat. This is the hard part. Holding my breath I slowly take his cock down my throat. My Master gasps, "Oh my god, yes... That's my pretty girl...", need and pleasure cracking his normally velvety voice, and everything feels right with the world.
Down, down, down to the base. His cock fills every inch of my throat. It's a lot to get used to. But I swallow his length to the last bit. And now for the fun part. I begin to bob my head up and down. Its hard to keep my throat open, but every time the head of his penis slides down my throat he groans so encouragingly that I just have to keep going. His moans are the sexiest thing to me. Nothing makes me happier than pleasing my Master and he knows it. The perfect present.
But that wasn't all that there was to his gift.
Abruptly my Master pulls my head up and I gasp. A thick trail of saliva connects my tongue to the head of his cock. Maybe not only saliva judging by the salty taste. I lick it up all the same as I look up at him. He reaches his hands down to take mine and pulls me onto his lap.
Wearing a jean skirt and white panties, I can feel the wet hardness of his cock on my slit. It makes me squirm, I hadn't expected this much but I would be happy to have it. I gasp as he throws both of my legs over the arms of his chair. One of Master's arms snakes its way around my waist while the other reaches down to cup my pussy through my panties. And oh god, after all that dick sucking it feels amazing. I gasp and moan under his touch as he squeezes and rubs, keeping a firm grip on me and showing me exactly what he wants. He wants this slit, this hole, his cock is aching for it. He slides a finger deftly along the center of my now wet panties and they cling to my pussy. He smiles down at me as I moan into his touch, burying my face in his shoulder. I want his cock so bad. I buck against it- slowly at first, and then so fast I can barely control myself.
We meld into a sticky, moaning mess. One on top of the other we grind and buck and kiss so deep I swear I can feel his pulse. He doesn't bother asking when he pulls aside my panties- he knows I want it. I wouldnt be a very good girl if I denied such a nice present after all. I arch my back and bite my lip as Master slaps and slides the head of his cock against my clit. The friction is out of this world! No, he doesn't ask, but he does tease me. Slipping, sliding, rubbing and circling around my now soaking clit. He teases me until I just have to beg for it.
"P-Please Master... I want my present now." I moan into his ear, bucking my pussy against the head of his cock in such a way that it almost goes in. And thats all it takes from me. A wide smile spreads across my Master's face and he grabs my hair with one hand and my hip with the other.
"You want your present baby girl? You sure you can handle it?" His voice is smooth and seductive as he slides my hips back and forth and then up and down, straining his cock against the entrance of my pussy. Almost going in but not quite. It drives me mad. "My pretty slut want a huge cock balls deep in her tight little pussy?" he suddenly pulls my head close to his and growls in my ear. His cock strains further against my entrance. God- was it always so big?
"I need you to drill me sir, PLEASE!" I beg and grind down. Before I can even fit myself over his head, Master takes control. He grabs both of my hips and situates them over his cock, and I spread my plump and fluffy pussy out for his taking. Thats his signal. The last little thing it takes to drive him over the edge. With strong hands he forces my hips down, shoving his way balls deep into me in one swoop.
I cry out and hunch my shoulders- oh my god does it always have to hurt so bad? My pussy is so tight around his cock that at first that he can barely move. I feel paralyzed. My pussy aches with a fullness that I've missed so much. It hurts in the best possible way. My Master waits a moment before moving- he knows how easily he could break my pussy if he really tried. And knowing that he moans and squeezes my hips, burying his face in the crook of my neck. Its a deep groan, one that I'm used to and love. It makes me feel safe. It makes me feel happy. No matter how much it hurts, no matter how rough he treats me, I'm always safe in his hands.
Movement comes achingly slow. I can feel every inch of his cock, most notably the head rubbing against my cervix. He spreads me apart like a knife through butter and slowly begins to raise me up and down on his lap. I gasp as I feel it slide back and forth in me, slick with the both of our juices. Master digs his fingers hard into my hips and bites his lip, sliding me up and down faster and faster. Theres nothing like the feeling of that cock in me. Its thick enough to fill every ridge and crevice of my wet pussy and long enough to hit the back every time. My breath hitches with each thrust, and those gasps turn into moans as I start to get used to it. It just feels better and better with each thrust. That cock knows where it belongs, and my pussy knows who it's owned by.
"Theeere we go." Master sighs, pulling me back down balls deep and eliciting a yelp from me. He flashes me a crooked grin and kisses my neck, reaching one hand up to grip me by my hair and grabbing even more firmly at my waist with the other. "How does my little slut like her present?" he asks with a voice full of knowing and snaps his hips up hard.
"Oh god!" I cry out as I feel his dick breach the back. He begins a rapid thrusting pace and grits his teeth, looking up at me challengingly through thick lashes. Daring me to move, daring me to cry out, daring me to say anything other than 'Oh yes master, I love it'.
Thats what I say. Well, close enough. "She loves it sir, your pretty girl has such a sweet master to give her such a nice gift." it's hard to get all of those words out in one breath- his pace is backbreaking. He has at me like a jackhammer, slamming into me and out over and over again until I'm soaked and gaping for his erection. He likes that answer evidently and treats me well for having given it. I wrap my arms around his shoulders and pull him into a deep kiss. I love him. I love this. The pain is entirely gone now and replaced with warm pleasure that spreads through my body with every pound.
"Who's my pretty girl? Huh?" Master's voice is full of heat and something akin to desperation as he enunciates every word with a hard thrust. "Who's my pretty fucking girl?" he leans down and bites my neck, wrapping his arms around my waist and hammering me relentlessly. He sucks and bites at the soft flesh beneath his teeth, and I can feel whan he pulls away that he's marked me as his. I want his mouth somewhere else. It takes a lot for me to remove my arms from his shoulders, but when I do my white t-shirt is up and over my head in a flash. I don't wear a bra. My breasts are round and heavy and Master immediately dives for one of my nipples.
"I-I'm your pretty girl sir! I am!" I gasp as he begins to suck. He swirls his tongue in the most magical way. He knows exactly how hard to bite and what pattern to flick in. His thrusting slows down momentarily, giving me a break from the pounding of a life time. But it picks back up soon enough when he gives me a hard little bite and looks up into my eyes, tit still in his mouth. And then, if its even possible, he begins pounding me even faster than before. I cry out in pleasure as both my pussy and breast are simulated, burying my face in his hair and grinding on his cock. "It feels s-so good..." I whimper, barely able to contain myself. The pressure is building. With every thrust my pussy tightens around his cock, readying for orgasm. He always takes me to this edge when he pulls me on his lap, I'm just putty in his hands.
"Oh god I know it does baby, I'm so fucking close to blowing my goddamn load in this little pussy..." he grits his teeth and slows down, clearly holding himself back. He doesn't always cum in me. I'm not on birth control so it's always a risk, but at this point I dont care anymore. I want to be filled up and overflowed by his thick warm cum- no, I NEED it.
"Don't hold back. I want all of my present, every last drop. Please- p-PLEASE BREED ME! FILL ME UP WITH YOUR LOAD MASTER, FINISH INSIDE YOUR LITTLE CUM SLUT!"
"FUCK!" his voice is loud and full of need as he picks up the pace once more. Its so fast, god he needs me so bad. I can feel his cock throbbing so hard in my tight pussy. It feels amazing.
"I-I'm gonna cum!" I moan into his hair and he resumes sucking and playing with my tits, switching from one to the other with his tongue. Thats it thats it THATS IT!
"Fuck baby here it comes!" Master buries his face in my tits and wraps his arms so tightly around my waist that I feel like he'll break me. Then I feel it. His cock throbs hard in me, and then I feel filled to the very brim as his hot cum spurts deep into my pussy. Feeling it drip down his cock puts me over the edge. He doesn't stop either, he just keeps pounding through his orgasm and then I see stars. I cry out and my legs shake, our moans tangling together in a song. My vision goes black and I feel my orgasm tear through me like the sharpest blade. I know he feels it too, because he doesn't stop until I'm a puddle in his lap.
I lay on his chest breathing hard. Its his turn to bury his face in my hair as we lay together in a messy, sticky pile of bliss. It takes me some time to come down. We're both breathing hard but he still peppers my forehead with kisses. He always lets me know what a good girl I am. Always makes me feel safe no matter what we've said in the act. Always lets me know I'm his and always will be.
Finally, I smile at him. My face is dazed and full of bliss. I see my own feelings reflected in his, and now his brown eyes are soft and full of warmth. "Always such a good girl..." he murmurs, kissing me softly on the lips.
"Only for you." I whisper.
"Come here little kitten. Master has a present for you."
Those words send a tingle down my spine. Immediately I perk up and a smile spreads across my face. Master's presents are always so fun. I can't wait to see what he has for me this time.
We live together, my master and I. He sits in an arm chair by the fireplace and I have a soft, fluffy beanbag by the bookshelf. I peek over the edge of my book- I might have been into that story but boy was I more into what I saw when I pulled myself away from it. His chair faced mine at a slight angle, and through the tightness of his bluejeans I could see a bulge. Master ran his hand over it invitingly, raising one eyebrow and gesturing in a come hither gesture with his other hand. There's a quirk of a smile playing at his lips- I know he sees the eagerness in my eyes as I drop to all fours from my seat and begin crawling towards him. No hesitation. Master said he has a present for me, and I'm not going to look a gift horse in the mouth.
How long ago had he been thinking about this, I wonder as I position myself on my knees and between his. I rest my head on one of his legs, feeling the familiar faded jeans rub against my cheek with a smile. My arms are wrapped around that leg now, softly stroking as I look up at him with slightly parted lips- damp with anticipation- and round sparkling blue eyes. "Oh master, you shouldn't have! Have I really been good enough to get a present from you?" I ask and nuzzle his growing erection, planting a soft kiss on it through the fabric.
"I think you've been plenty good pretty girl." my sir coos, stickily affectionate as he brushes a loose strand of hair back from my face. Its short- some would call it pixie, others a bob. Its soft and ash brown, and master runs his hand through it approvingly before gripping it near the base of my head. I gasp but it turns into a moan before I can stop myself when he pulls my head up and takes me into a deep kiss. His tongue is strong, wet, and his mouth tastes of cigarettes and whiskey. I love every second of it. He coaxes my mouth open and it bends to his will eagerly, all too ready for what's to come. Our tongues dance together, around and around and then harder- faster as the heat rises between us.
Master's hand is suddenly on mine. And then mine is on his stiff, stiff cock. Only a thin layer of fabric seperates my soft hand from his rock hard length. Warmth spreads through my stomach as he moves my hand up and down, guiding me through the motions. He moans into the kiss as I squeeze.
"Little pet, why don't you unwrap your present?" Master pulls away from the kiss and my mouth feels empty where his tongue should have been. I follow his gentle instruction, sliding my finger along the zipper of his pants. I grasp it and pull with one hand while the other deftly undoes his button. I look back up to my Master, and he smiles down at me with soft but firm brown eyes. Heat swirls in my stomach.
In one deft swoop I free his cock from his pants and underwear. And for a moment, I just marvel at the sight in my hand.
It's thick. That's the first thing I always notice about my master's cock. It's so wide that my delicate fingers can barely wrap all the way around it. And the length, oh, it was just perfect. Long, but not too long. Maybe seven inches, maybe eight on a good day. And today is a very good day indeed. His shaft is as firm as a rock in my soft palm, veins thick and head red with need. What better present could a good girl ask for?
"Master, I love it. May I?" I ask, sliding my tongue over my already-wet lips. My eyes have to be as full of need as a cat with a bag of catnip, because immediately Master grips my hair in one hand and pulls my face onto his length.
It slides past my soft lips and into the wet warmth of my mouth, and I smile around his erection as I taste the salty flavor of precum. 'How long has he been wanting to give me this present?' I wonder, but as Master pushes my head down all room to think in it is pushed aside by his cock. It fills my mouth to the brim and then some. Up and down, up and down I swallow his meat. It throbs in my mouth and my master gives an approving groan, tightening his grip on my hair. I'm still only half way down, its just so.. Big.
"Further now." he orders, and I do my best to comply. Gripping the base of his cock with one hand I slide my tongue up and down his shaft, still deep in my mouth. Bit by bit I take it more and more, until I feel that telltale breaching of the back of my throat. This is the hard part. Holding my breath I slowly take his cock down my throat. My Master gasps, "Oh my god, yes... That's my pretty girl...", need and pleasure cracking his normally velvety voice, and everything feels right with the world.
Down, down, down to the base. His cock fills every inch of my throat. It's a lot to get used to. But I swallow his length to the last bit. And now for the fun part. I begin to bob my head up and down. Its hard to keep my throat open, but every time the head of his penis slides down my throat he groans so encouragingly that I just have to keep going. His moans are the sexiest thing to me. Nothing makes me happier than pleasing my Master and he knows it. The perfect present.
But that wasn't all that there was to his gift.
Abruptly my Master pulls my head up and I gasp. A thick trail of saliva connects my tongue to the head of his cock. Maybe not only saliva judging by the salty taste. I lick it up all the same as I look up at him. He reaches his hands down to take mine and pulls me onto his lap.
Wearing a jean skirt and white panties, I can feel the wet hardness of his cock on my slit. It makes me squirm, I hadn't expected this much but I would be happy to have it. I gasp as he throws both of my legs over the arms of his chair. One of Master's arms snakes its way around my waist while the other reaches down to cup my pussy through my panties. And oh god, after all that dick sucking it feels amazing. I gasp and moan under his touch as he squeezes and rubs, keeping a firm grip on me and showing me exactly what he wants. He wants this slit, this hole, his cock is aching for it. He slides a finger deftly along the center of my now wet panties and they cling to my pussy. He smiles down at me as I moan into his touch, burying my face in his shoulder. I want his cock so bad. I buck against it- slowly at first, and then so fast I can barely control myself.
We meld into a sticky, moaning mess. One on top of the other we grind and buck and kiss so deep I swear I can feel his pulse. He doesn't bother asking when he pulls aside my panties- he knows I want it. I wouldnt be a very good girl if I denied such a nice present after all. I arch my back and bite my lip as Master slaps and slides the head of his cock against my clit. The friction is out of this world! No, he doesn't ask, but he does tease me. Slipping, sliding, rubbing and circling around my now soaking clit. He teases me until I just have to beg for it.
"P-Please Master... I want my present now." I moan into his ear, bucking my pussy against the head of his cock in such a way that it almost goes in. And thats all it takes from me. A wide smile spreads across my Master's face and he grabs my hair with one hand and my hip with the other.
"You want your present baby girl? You sure you can handle it?" His voice is smooth and seductive as he slides my hips back and forth and then up and down, straining his cock against the entrance of my pussy. Almost going in but not quite. It drives me mad. "My pretty slut want a huge cock balls deep in her tight little pussy?" he suddenly pulls my head close to his and growls in my ear. His cock strains further against my entrance. God- was it always so big?
"I need you to drill me sir, PLEASE!" I beg and grind down. Before I can even fit myself over his head, Master takes control. He grabs both of my hips and situates them over his cock, and I spread my plump and fluffy pussy out for his taking. Thats his signal. The last little thing it takes to drive him over the edge. With strong hands he forces my hips down, shoving his way balls deep into me in one swoop.
I cry out and hunch my shoulders- oh my god does it always have to hurt so bad? My pussy is so tight around his cock that at first that he can barely move. I feel paralyzed. My pussy aches with a fullness that I've missed so much. It hurts in the best possible way. My Master waits a moment before moving- he knows how easily he could break my pussy if he really tried. And knowing that he moans and squeezes my hips, burying his face in the crook of my neck. Its a deep groan, one that I'm used to and love. It makes me feel safe. It makes me feel happy. No matter how much it hurts, no matter how rough he treats me, I'm always safe in his hands.
Movement comes achingly slow. I can feel every inch of his cock, most notably the head rubbing against my cervix. He spreads me apart like a knife through butter and slowly begins to raise me up and down on his lap. I gasp as I feel it slide back and forth in me, slick with the both of our juices. Master digs his fingers hard into my hips and bites his lip, sliding me up and down faster and faster. Theres nothing like the feeling of that cock in me. Its thick enough to fill every ridge and crevice of my wet pussy and long enough to hit the back every time. My breath hitches with each thrust, and those gasps turn into moans as I start to get used to it. It just feels better and better with each thrust. That cock knows where it belongs, and my pussy knows who it's owned by.
"Theeere we go." Master sighs, pulling me back down balls deep and eliciting a yelp from me. He flashes me a crooked grin and kisses my neck, reaching one hand up to grip me by my hair and grabbing even more firmly at my waist with the other. "How does my little slut like her present?" he asks with a voice full of knowing and snaps his hips up hard.
"Oh god!" I cry out as I feel his dick breach the back. He begins a rapid thrusting pace and grits his teeth, looking up at me challengingly through thick lashes. Daring me to move, daring me to cry out, daring me to say anything other than 'Oh yes master, I love it'.
Thats what I say. Well, close enough. "She loves it sir, your pretty girl has such a sweet master to give her such a nice gift." it's hard to get all of those words out in one breath- his pace is backbreaking. He has at me like a jackhammer, slamming into me and out over and over again until I'm soaked and gaping for his erection. He likes that answer evidently and treats me well for having given it. I wrap my arms around his shoulders and pull him into a deep kiss. I love him. I love this. The pain is entirely gone now and replaced with warm pleasure that spreads through my body with every pound.
"Who's my pretty girl? Huh?" Master's voice is full of heat and something akin to desperation as he enunciates every word with a hard thrust. "Who's my pretty fucking girl?" he leans down and bites my neck, wrapping his arms around my waist and hammering me relentlessly. He sucks and bites at the soft flesh beneath his teeth, and I can feel whan he pulls away that he's marked me as his. I want his mouth somewhere else. It takes a lot for me to remove my arms from his shoulders, but when I do my white t-shirt is up and over my head in a flash. I don't wear a bra. My breasts are round and heavy and Master immediately dives for one of my nipples.
"I-I'm your pretty girl sir! I am!" I gasp as he begins to suck. He swirls his tongue in the most magical way. He knows exactly how hard to bite and what pattern to flick in. His thrusting slows down momentarily, giving me a break from the pounding of a life time. But it picks back up soon enough when he gives me a hard little bite and looks up into my eyes, tit still in his mouth. And then, if its even possible, he begins pounding me even faster than before. I cry out in pleasure as both my pussy and breast are simulated, burying my face in his hair and grinding on his cock. "It feels s-so good..." I whimper, barely able to contain myself. The pressure is building. With every thrust my pussy tightens around his cock, readying for orgasm. He always takes me to this edge when he pulls me on his lap, I'm just putty in his hands.
"Oh god I know it does baby, I'm so fucking close to blowing my goddamn load in this little pussy..." he grits his teeth and slows down, clearly holding himself back. He doesn't always cum in me. I'm not on birth control so it's always a risk, but at this point I dont care anymore. I want to be filled up and overflowed by his thick warm cum- no, I NEED it.
"Don't hold back. I want all of my present, every last drop. Please- p-PLEASE BREED ME! FILL ME UP WITH YOUR LOAD MASTER, FINISH INSIDE YOUR LITTLE CUM SLUT!"
"FUCK!" his voice is loud and full of need as he picks up the pace once more. Its so fast, god he needs me so bad. I can feel his cock throbbing so hard in my tight pussy. It feels amazing.
"I-I'm gonna cum!" I moan into his hair and he resumes sucking and playing with my tits, switching from one to the other with his tongue. Thats it thats it THATS IT!
"Fuck baby here it comes!" Master buries his face in my tits and wraps his arms so tightly around my waist that I feel like he'll break me. Then I feel it. His cock throbs hard in me, and then I feel filled to the very brim as his hot cum spurts deep into my pussy. Feeling it drip down his cock puts me over the edge. He doesn't stop either, he just keeps pounding through his orgasm and then I see stars. I cry out and my legs shake, our moans tangling together in a song. My vision goes black and I feel my orgasm tear through me like the sharpest blade. I know he feels it too, because he doesn't stop until I'm a puddle in his lap.
I lay on his chest breathing hard. Its his turn to bury his face in my hair as we lay together in a messy, sticky pile of bliss. It takes me some time to come down. We're both breathing hard but he still peppers my forehead with kisses. He always lets me know what a good girl I am. Always makes me feel safe no matter what we've said in the act. Always lets me know I'm his and always will be.
Finally, I smile at him. My face is dazed and full of bliss. I see my own feelings reflected in his, and now his brown eyes are soft and full of warmth. "Always such a good girl..." he murmurs, kissing me softly on the lips.
"Only for you." I whisper.
Bess
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