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My mind raced. Could this really be happening? Was I really on top of Ifeoma her legs wrapped around me, her fingernails digging into my back, our mouths pressed against each other, tongues dancing in unison? Did she really just admit to me that she was my slave, willing to do anything I wanted, anything I asked of her? It didn't seem possible.

I broke off our kiss and looked her in the eyes, my fingers curling into her hair. "I just want you to be happy,Ifeoma, you know that's all I want," I told her.

"Bullshit," she replied calmly and matter-of-factly, not changing her expression in the least. "I know you want me to be happy, but I also know that's not all you want. In fact, I'd be very unhappy with you if it was. C'mon Chike," she coaxed, running her fingers through my hair as well, "you know you want me to do things, and you want to do things to me. So do them. Let your slave please you."

I bent down and kissed her lips softly. If she wanted this master and slave arrangement, I was game. I broke the tender kiss off rather quickly and got up off her. I stood beside the bed admiring my little gift slave. Ifeoma lay before me legs spread widely, her black pantyhose fastened to a garter belt I couldn't yet see. Her mound was covered by a pair of candy apple red panties which had a thin vertical line of wetness running directly down the center between her pussy lips. With her legs spread this widely, the plump flesh of her outer labia had begun to push out of the fabric of her panties as they crept into her crack.

"Stand up," I told her. I hated to put an end to this lovely view, but it was time for the game to begin. She pushed herself off the bed, but her motion was quick and too eager. "Wait, stop," I said. "When I ask you to do anything, slave, you will do it slowly. I don't want you moving too quickly; I want to enjoy your sexy little body when you're doing things for me. Is that understood?"

Ifeoma's eyes narrowed into slits. I thought for a moment she would challenge my authority as master, but she half-smiled a moment later and her features softened. I had provided the first test in our little game, and she allowed me the indulgence. "Of course, master, I want you to enjoy looking at me," she replied submissively. But despite her submission I could still detect a faint hint of impudence in her voice. Good, I thought, I love how strong this woman is. It's what defines her. I want her to defy me and test me, without that strength she wouldn't be the woman she is. Thinking of the power she wielded just turned me on more.

"Excellent. Now please stand up slowly," I told her. I added "please" to reaffirm the respect I had for her; it wouldn't be easy to treat her as a slave completely. She stood up slowly and the bottom of her skirt fell back down to knee-length, covering her panties and her sex. She stood before me, arms at her side. "Good. Now I have just one question for you, and you'd better answer it honestly, do you understand that, slave?"

"Yes, master, I understand," she replied.

I took a deep breath. This was a dangerous question, but she was offering me a great deal of power, and I needed to know she wouldn't resent me wielding it. She had been mistreated lately, perhaps all her life, in her pursuit of her goals, and I needed to know my actions would be a healthy release for her, not something that would further degrade her. I let the question out slowly, in barely more than a whisper. "Why me, Ifeoma? Why, when you've been so insulted, so affronted, would you want me to be degrading to you?"

Her expression didn't change in the least. "I've already told you why, Chike.But if it will make you feel better, than know this: Many men want to control me. Many want to degrade me, as you say, and cut me down to keep me below them. You, however, respect me as I am. Therefore I offer you control, freely and willingly. Please don't deny me this; it is not a degradation. And please don't question why I might find you worthy. Just indulge me... indulge yourself... and enjoy this. Being with you is the purest form of enjoyment I've felt in a long time, let me revel in it."

I reached up and stroked her cheek. This was all I needed to know. I gave her a soft look to let her know how much I both respected and admired her. But then, in a single moment, I switched. I let some of the primal a****l I had roaring inside me come out. I flared my nostrils to breathe deeply the scent of her as I stepped closer to her, now just inches away. "Take off your blouse," I commanded breathily.

Without stepping back or breaking eye contact with me, she defiantly reached up and undid the first attached button, lifting her chin proudly as she did so. She had already unfastened the top two buttons earlier, so this third revealed a good deal of cleavage, as well as the connecting piece of fabric between the two cups of her bra resting between her breasts. She reached for the next button but before she got to it I reproached her, wielding my control. "Slowly," I reminded, "make it exquisite."

This word must have pleased her because she half-smiled again knowingly. "Of course, master, I'm sorry." With both index fingers she pulled lightly in opposite directions on the blouse to reveal the tops of her breasts. She then slid her fingers slowly down the fabric and undid the next button. The blouse slipped tantalizingly off her tits and revealed them to me. Her red bra was semi-transparent and unadorned with a pattern, a perfect match with her panties, and I could see her taut nipples standing erect beneath its fabric. She exhaled heavily as she exposed them, revealing her nakedness to me for the first time in nearly a year. I exhaled as well; I had craved this for so long. It took all my willpower not to bend down and put my mouth onto her nipples. They called to me: tight little light brown treasures aching to be sucked, licked, bitten... but I fought the urge.

She undid another button and the blouse slipped free of her shoulders. She pulled the bottom of it from out of her skirt where she had it tucked, and unfastened the last button. Before it slipped to the floor I said, "Wait, let me." I caught the delicate fabric in my hands. "Turn around," I told her. She spun slowly around and I slipped the blouse down her back and off her arms. I brought it to my face and breathed deeply, inhaling her sweet perfume on the fabric. I did this right next to her ear so she could hear exactly what I was doing, enjoying the scent she left behind. I then dropped it to the floor.

Wordlessly I ran a line with my fingertip from one of her shoulder blades to the other. Her muscles tightened slightly, but she relaxed just as quickly. I then grazed the four fingers of my hand from her neckline all the way down to the small of her back. I heard her exhale audibly. "You don't mind if I touch you, do you, slave?"

"Of course not, master," she replied.

"Do you like it?" I questioned further.

"I do, master."

"Say it then."

"I like it, master."

"What do you like?" I prodded.

"I like it when you touch me, master. I like having your hands on me." Good." I then ran my fingers back up her back, barely grazing the skin. This time she moaned, a very soft, "Ohhhhhh," from deep in her throat that was barely audible. I stepped in very close to her, my breath warm on her neck. I took both sides of the clasp of her bra between my fingers and pushed them together quickly to surprise her. The clasp popped free and both straps dangled down her back. She let out a little squeak of surprise. I leaned in slowly and nuzzled my face into the hair just above the nape of her neck. "Turn around again," I whispered softly into her ear. I heard her exhale sharply as my breath tickled her, and she shrugged her shoulders slightly.

She spun around again slowly. The unfastened bra was now held on by only the shoulder straps and her breasts had fallen just slightly. The fabric under the bra had slipped free from under her tits, and it seemed like the bra was now defying gravity hanging there.

"Take it off, slave," I whispered hungrily; I was eating her alive with my eyes. She kept her chin lifted slightly, delectably defiant still. But she obeyed my command as she lifted both hands slowly and hooked her thumbs into the shoulder straps. She paused for a single, teasing moment before pulling forward on the straps and releasing her tits from the fabric. The bra slipped forward onto her arms, and she dropped it to the floor, leaving her arms at her side.

Her perky teardrop breasts, small B cup-sized, hung proudly, the nipples taut and at attention. I drank them in with my eyes, unabashedly leering at her pert form. I stepped forward and put both hands on her upper arms. She inhaled deeply, anticipating my touch. But instead of indulging her by running my hands over her, I whispered, "Turn around again." She pushed her lower jaw out slightly to illustrate her annoyance with being told to spin around and around, but again she relented and simply replied, "Yes, master," in a submissive whisper. She spun slowly around again and presented me with her soft, creamy white back.

I ran my fingers down her again, from the nape of her neck to the small of her back where two firm muscles ran vertically on either side of her spine. Her heavy exhalation told me she enjoyed it and had been craving my touch. I got down on one knee behind her, my fingers tracing a line horizontally along her lower back along the top of her skirt. This skirt had taunted me. It was a symbol of the attraction I had for her, and the power she wielded over me. It symbolized my lust for her, wanting to have her but not being able to take her. I had craved this moment from the very first time I'd seen her wearing this suit. This was the moment I would finally be taking it off of her.

Silently I put both of my hands onto her ass cheeks and squeezed. I had longed to feel her muscled ass beneath the fabric of that skirt, and it didn't disappoint. The soft flesh yielded invitingly at first, then became taut and hard when I reached the firm muscle below. Her workout regimen and commitment to a healthy lifestyle had created the ideal female behind, yielding yet firm, supple yet strong. It was heavenly. But I removed my hands after just a single squeeze. I waited several moments, not moving. I wanted to build her anticipation of what was going to happen next. She stood defiantly still, but I could hear her breathing heavily. After several moments I used a single finger to delicately remove the tiny handle of her zipper from where it was tucked into the folds of fabric. Very lightly, and very slowly, I tugged down on the zipper. The buzz it made as it slid slowly down her ass was barely audible, but I heard Ifeoma's breath quicken as it went. When it reached bottom, I simply let it go. The two sides of the skirt fell open, and for the briefest of moments it defied gravity, hugging her rounded hips against all odds. But with the slightest tug on the bottom of the hem, it slipped languidly off her and fell slowly to the floor.

She exhaled deeply. My own breath caught in my throat as I drank in the sight of her. The panties formed a small, red triangle at the top of her ass, and the thin G-string fabric rode deeply between her cheeks below, revealing her bare ass to me, fine little hairs lying lightly on each cheek. The black garter straps ran in a vertical line over the very outside of her butt cheeks, hugging their curves. The straps connected to a lacy black garter belt which clung to her waist just above her panties. The muscular shape of her ass, and the creamy whiteness of her skin, created the appearance that each cheek was a perfectly rounded scoop of vanilla ice cream perched on a cone; the dark stockings giving her thighs their cone-like appearance.

The fine, light little hairs on her cheeks were beckoning me; I wanted so badly to put my mouth on her ass. To kiss it, bite it, lick it, to run my tongue along those garter straps and pull the elastic into my mouth with my teeth, to lick those cheeks like the ice cream scoops they were, tasting the sweet juice flowing between them. But I had other plans and this indulgence would have to wait. I stood up slowly behind her.

"Turn around," I whispered again into her ear. This time she spun around quickly and slapped my chest, clearly revolting against this game I'd made of spinning her around again and again. She bit her lower lip in defiance and I cherished her impudence; I loved how she would only be pushed so far. But I wanted to continue the game. I caught her hand on my chest with my left hand, and grabbed her waist and pulled her into me with my right, her breasts pushing tantalizingly against my chest.

"Bad slave," I scolded, "you must never hit me." I held her body against mine, our faces just inches apart, her tits pressed against me. "But I'll forgive you this indiscretion, for now, because I have a chore for you." She was still biting her lower lip, but I'd piqued her curiosity so she relented.

"I'm very sorry, master, what chore do you have for me?" she asked.

I released her and walked over and picked up her heels. "Put these on, please," I asked politely, handing her the shoes. She obeyed wordlessly, and the sight of her stooping over to hook the heels over her stocking-clad feet, her tits gently bobbing with each motion, made my cock stiffen in my pants.

When the shoes were on, she stood proudly and asked, "What next, master?" I was thoroughly turned on now and hearing her say this forced me to conjure every ounce of willpower I could muster to not throw her on the bed and fuck her savagely and deeply right there. I had plans, and I wanted to see how far she would take this master/slave game, but she looked so remarkably sexy in her stockings and heels. I shook my head clear and focused.

"Well, Ifeoma," I explained, "it's been a long day. I think we could both use one final drink to cap off our success. The mini-bar must have some good liquor in it, but the problem is we have no ice. Me, I prefer my drinks on the rocks." The look on her face began to become very questioning. "Every floor in this hotel has an ice machine," I continued, and she shot me a very devious, very knowing look as I said this. She was catching on to my intentions. "So would you please be so kind as to take that bucket on the desk over there and run down the hall to get us some ice for our drinks?" When I finished my question, her breathing quickened to a furious pace. Her shoulders were practically shrugging up and down with each breath. But she maintained composure and kept her gaze defiantly on my eyes, not looking away for a second.

"I'm naked, master," she said after a moment, "may I cover up before I go?" I'm sure she knew the answer to the question before she asked it, but she wanted to hear my response.

"No, I'm sorry," I replied. "The ice machine isn't far, so you probably won't meet anyone in the hall this late, but even if you do you're just going to have to let them see your sexy little body. Consider it penance for always wearing that suit," I nodded to the jacket and skirt lying on the floor, "knowing how it turns me on every time I see you in it." She exhaled heavily after I said this and blinked her eyes slowly.

"Yes, master," she relented, "that's fair." She walked slowly over to the desk and retrieved the ice bucket, then made her way to the door. She turned the knob and opened the door slowly, shooting me a defiant, indescribably erotic, look over her shoulder as she stepped through the door and out into the hall.

I couldn't believe she was actually doing it. She was a well-respected professional, this was crazy. I had fully expected her to refuse, to say the game had limits and that this went beyond them. And of course I would have relented; I wouldn't have pushed.

But she hadn't refused; she was out the door. Sure, the odds of her being seen by anyone were small; she'd only be gone a short time. And yes, even if she was seen it was doubtful anyone would make all that big a deal about a woman being half-naked in a hotel hallway at midnight. But still... she was risking a lot doing this. It was i*****l. I was really just k**ding when I suggested it. I expected her to refuse so I could use that refusal as ammunition for other things. Her carrying the request out was completely unexpected. I walked quickly, nearly running, to the doorway to watch her. It wasn't easy with the erection I had raging in my pants. She was several steps down the hallway when I arrived at the door. Her ass cheeks bounced slightly with every step, the muscles flexing and contracting. She must have heard my deep exhale from the doorway behind her because she looked over her shoulder again, cracking a devious grin at me as she walked.

She reached the nook in the hallway where the ice machine was located and disappeared from view. I heard the hinges on the machine's door creak as she lifted it, then I heard the crunch of the ice as she scooped several spoonfuls into the bucket. After a moment of silence the door thumped as she closed it and she reappeared into view walking toward me. Her naked breasts bobbed and swayed slightly with each step, her nipples taut and erect. She was still wearing that wicked grin as she kept her gaze fixed on my eyes, never breaking eye contact or looking away.

Suddenly, when she was about ten feet away from where I stood in the doorway, the elevator dinged. Someone was about to get off on our floor. My eyes darted to the elevator and back to her. I expected her to ditch our little charade and run back into the room. But she didn't; she refused to quicken her pace in the least and continued to walk leisurely toward me.

The elevator doors rumbled open and I heard the voices of a man and woman talking lowly inside. Just as they stepped out of the elevator, Ifeoma crossed in front of me and slipped back into our room. I turned to look at the pair exiting the elevator; the woman had looked toward me immediately after stepping out. I'm almost certain she must have caught a glimpse of Ifeoma as she walked by me, the woman's eyes seemed to widen in surprise for just a split-second. But I don't think the guy noticed, his gaze never turned toward me. I nodded to them as I stepped after Ifeoma into our room. The woman shot me a quick, knowing glance and a smirk, while the guy merely nodded back. I closed the door behind me.

"Holy shit, Nwosu," I laughed once inside, completely breaking character. "That was fucking crazy!" I turned, laughing, to Ifeoma expecting her to be laughing as well. But she stood stoic and defiant in the middle of the room, the ice bucket still clutched in her hand.

"I just do exactly as my master wishes," she said calmly. She was serious about playing her role.

I stopped laughing, but continued to smile at her. "Well, you did a wonderful job, and you looked incredibly sexy doing it. You have some serious balls, Ifeoma and you've earned a drink." I went to the mini-bar and checked out its contents. "Come here, pick out whatever you want," I told her. She brought the ice bucket to the desk and put it down, then came to the mini-bar and bent to look into it. From it, she pulled two little bottles of Johnny Walker scotch.

"I think we've earned the best," she said, "as long as master agrees."

I ran my fingers through her hair, and tucked it behind her ear to get it out of her eyes. "Of course I agree." I grabbed two cheap plastic glasses off the desk, filled both with ice, and returned to her. She twisted open both little bottles and poured each into the glasses. I raised my glass to her. "I'd like to propose a toast," I began.

She lifted her glass to mine and smirked. The last time I'd tried to toast us it was a comical event. Her saucy smirk told me she hadn't forgotten the incident. Don't worry," I assured her, "this one will be better." I lifted my glass. "To the best damn team Romino has ever had," I said simply.

"Here, here," she replied, tapping my glass with hers. We both took generous sips of the scotch, feeling the enjoyable burn as it made its way down our throats. I loved the fact that she wasn't a girlie-girl and had chosen the JW. She could handle a real drink; she barely even winced as she swallowed her mouthful. Overtaken by my affection for her in that moment, I leaned in quickly and kissed her aggressively on the lips. She was surprised at first, then returned my kiss enthusiastically. I broke it off and looked at her.

"As your master, I can kiss you whenever I choose," I said.

"Of course you can, master," she replied demurely, smiling as she did so. I leaned in and kissed her deeply again, our tongues dancing in one another's mouths, her breath sweet from the scotch. I broke the kiss again.

"Would you come with me, now?" I asked. "I'd like to show you something. Bring your drink." I took her by the hand and led her across the room to the windows. I opened the blinds and her room's windows overlooked the city. The room was on the 5th floor, putting it several stories above the thriving thoroughfare. It provided a nice view, but it was not so high that no one could see into the windows from the street below, or from other buildings. There weren't a lot of people on the streets at this hour, but Abuja was a big city with an active night life. There was still activity bustling below.

At first she hesitated when I threw open the blinds, wanting to keep her nakedness from the windows. But I pulled her hand gently, urging her closer, and she relented and stood next to me. "It's a beautiful city, isn't it?" I asked.

"It really is," she replied, looking out over the twinkling lights and buildings. We weren't so high that we got a long view, but the view we got was pleasant enough.

"And you look beautiful in it," I said, looking at her. She turned to me and looked into my eyes.

"Thank you... Chike" she replied sincerely. I was glad she dropped the "master" in this instance. I leaned in and kissed her bare shoulder. "Just relax and enjoy your drink," I told her, "while I enjoy you." She exhaled heavily as I said this. I planted another kiss on her shoulder and stepped behind her. I kissed a line from her shoulder to her spine, along the nape of her neck. Then I leaned down and slowly kissed a trail from her neck all the way down the top of her ass, where her panties formed the small red triangle. Her breathing quickened as I made my way down, and I heard her take another long sip of scotch.

I dropped onto my knees and admired the sweet little ass before me. I had waited a long time for this. I slowly placed my hands on both of her hips, squeezing her gently. Then I leaned in and lightly grazed her right butt cheek with my lips, placing a soft, gentle kiss on it, feeling the little hairs tickling my lips and chin. She held her breath in anticipation. After a moment's pause, I leaned in again and kissed her ass in earnest, pushing my lips into her soft flesh. I placed a number of kisses on both cheeks, pulling her into me with my hands on her hips. She responded in kind by arching her back and pushing her butt into my face.

Then, finally, after the long wait I'd endured, I allowed myself the indulgence I'd long been craving. I heard Okolo's words echoing in my ear, "Just saying I'd like to sink my teeth into that sweet ass, is all. But it ain't gonna happen though cuz that bitch is fri-gid."

"Eat your goddamn heart out, Okolo," I thought to myself as I opened my mouth widely and sunk my teeth gently into Ifeoma's ass cheek, letting my tongue tickle the little hairs on the flesh I sucked into my mouth. I bit it gently for several moments, then ran my tongue horizontally across her ass, into her crack, over the thin fabric of her panties there, and onto her other cheek. Again I bit gently into her other ass cheek and licked the soft flesh I sucked into my mouth. I nibbled her ass again for several moments, urging her into me with my hands on her hips.

She moaned softly and pushed her ass further into me. I released her flesh from my teeth and began licking her ass cheeks again. I heard her let out a gentle laugh, enjoying my ministrations. Then I heard the ice in her cup tinkle as she drained the last of the scotch from it, and she bent over and put the cup on the floor. She smiled at me as she bent over, and I got up with her when she stood. "Turn around," I whispered again in her ear. This time she laughed out loud when she turned to face me. I smiled, laughing with her, then pulled her into me and kissed her. I pulled her hair gently back to break the kiss after a moment. "It's time for my slave to do something for me, something I've wanted for a long time," I said.

"Anything, master," she replied, the scotch heavy and sweet on her breath.

"I want you to get down on your knees and service me, right here in front of this window, so that the whole fucking city of Abuja can see the sexiest woman in the world sucking my cock."

She exhaled deeply after I said this and grabbed my face in both hands, pulling me into a deep kiss. She pushed her tongue savagely into my mouth, swirling it in circles and pushing it into my own tongue. I kissed her back and pressed my tongue against hers until she relented and sucked it into her mouth, simulating fellatio on it for several moments until she pulled her mouth away. I prayed that I wasn't pushing her too far in our little game. I wanted to dominate her, to play the role of her master well, but without pushing it to the point of disrespect. Her kisses let me know that so far I was walking that fine line perfectly, and what she said next put me even further at ease. "Of course I will, master, anything for you," she said after breaking our kiss. She said it softly and meekly, but with a mischievous gleam in her eye.

After saying this she dropped slowly and seductively to her knees, running her hands down my chest as she went. My cock was throbbing in my pants; I was already rock-hard in anticipation. She reached up and undid my belt, slowly but with deliberation. She then popped the button on my pants and unzipped them, letting her knuckle massage my shaft as she pulled the zipper slowly down. I groaned slightly as she did this, I had been anxiously craving her touch. She smiled up at me upon hearing me groan.

Once the zipper was down she spread the open halves of my pants apart and admired my erection poking out at her. It was stretching my boxer briefs obscenely, threatening to tear right out of them, and my pre-cum had soaked through them at the tip. She grinned at the sight, then pulled my pants down to my knees. Once they were down she put her hands on either side of my hard-on to frame it and inched her face closer to it. When she was a fraction of an inch away, and I could feel her hot breath on the tip of my cock, she looked up at me and raised her eyebrows. Do it, slave," I told her, and immediately upon hearing this she descended hungrily onto my cock. Her mouth felt exquisite even through my boxers as she licked and gently bit my hard-on. When the tip pushed out of the side of her mouth as she kissed and licked the underside, I could clearly see the pre-cum soaking through the boxers over almost the entire head of my cock. Her warm mouth felt incredible working its way down the length of my shaft, but I knew I now had to feel it against my bare flesh. "Take off my boxers," I demanded between breaths.

She smiled again and obliged, hooking her fingers over the elastic waistband and heaving my boxers down to my knees in one quick push. My erection stood proudly before her, and she grabbed it at its base. She looked up into my eyes erotically as she pushed the tip of my cock slowly, seductively, into her mouth, swirling it in a circle several times around her lips, moistening them with pre-cum. She then licked her lips to taste my pre-cum and swirled her tongue in a circle over the tip of my cock, teasing me. After several circles she pushed the tip of her tongue into the hole at the tip of my cock. The effect of her ministrations made my knees go weak as she continued to trace circles around the head, then push her tongue into the hole of my raging hard-on.

She then turned her head slightly to the side of my cock and ran her tongue down the underside of my shaft. I looked out the window and realized that if anyone were to see into the windows, they would get a perfect view of Ifeoma working her tongue along my shaft. I wondered if she was thinking the same thing because it was almost as if she was deliberately displaying her motions to an unseen watcher somewhere outside. She ran her tongue up and down the underside of my cock several times, her upper lip massaging the top of my shaft with each motion. She kept constant eye contact with me as she moved, and I encouraged her with my eyes.

My cock was dripping wet with her spit now and she pulled her mouth off it and started stroking it with her hand. "That feels so good,Ifeoma," I whispered. She smiled up at me again, then turned her head to look out the window. I could see our reflection in the glass, my hand curled in her hair, her hand skillfully jerking me off. But I could also see lights in the windows of buildings beyond, and the headlights of cars on the streets below. "If they're out there," I said, "and they're watching, every one of them is wishing they were me right now." She grinned up at me deviously as I said this, then dropped her head immediately onto my cock, taking its full length into her mouth. She began bobbing her head back and forth the length of my dick, still gripping it tightly with her hand. The feeling of pushing deep into her mouth was amazing, her tongue pressing firmly onto and massaging the soft underside of my cock. I groaned deeply, reveling in the luxurious feeling of having Ifeoma, the woman I desired most in the world, expertly and enthusiastically sucking my manhood. Upon hearing me groan, she began to twist one way with her hand while swiveling her head in the opposite direction on each thrust in and pull off. This felt so unbelievably good within just seconds I began to feel my cum boiling inside me. I couldn't let her go on, a few more strokes like this and I would explode into her mouth. It was too soon for that.

I grabbed her gently on both sides of her head and urged her off of me. My cock made a loud slurping noise as it slipped past her lips out of her mouth, a trail of spit leaking from the corner of her mouth as it did so. "I can't, baby, you're gonna make me cum my brains out," I told her.

"I want to make you cum your brains out, master, for the whole city to see," she said, wiping the trail of spit off her cheek with her forearm.

"And you're going to, just not quite yet," I assured her, taking her by the hand and helping her up. "Follow me," I said as I led her away from the windows to the bed, taking small steps with my pants still around my knees. I was going to miss being by the window; it was a source of particularly arousing exhibitionism, but I had another idea.

When we arrived at the bed I reached up and stroked her cheek, running my thumb over her soft lips. "Your mouth feels so incredibly good, Ifeoma, I want to feel it some more," I said as she parted her lips and began sucking my thumb just as she had my cock, massaging it perversely with her tongue. "But I don't just want to feel your mouth; I want you to deep-throat me."

Her eyes widened when I said this but she continued to suck my thumb. The look she gave me was one of both intimidation and lust, telling me she both wanted to please me and indulge my fantasy, but was also a bit frightened by the prospect of having my cock so far inside her. I pulled my thumb out of her mouth and she smiled at me.

"I'll do it... for you, master," she said confidently, emphasizing the words "for you." I knew this meant she was only allowing this indulgence because it was for me, and that this was an offering of complete trust. For anyone else she wouldn't have been as willing. It meant so much to me. I wasn't sure what I'd done to be so lucky, but I knew I would cherish this gift. Thank you," I whispered, and I kissed her softly on the lips. She broke the kiss after just a moment, giving me a wicked look as she climbed onto the bed. She turned her back to me, then laid flat on it, her head dangling upside down over the side of the bed beneath me.

She looked up at me from her upside down view and said calmly and evenly, "Deep-throat me, master." Hearing her say this was incredibly sexy, and my cock throbbed hearing the words. Her eagerness to please me was wildly arousing. I untied my shoes quickly and kicked them off, then ripped my pants, underwear and socks off in a flash and maneuvered myself just above her head, my balls dangling just over her forehead. I pushed my dick straight down with my thumb until the tip pressed against her lips. She parted her lips and opened her mouth slightly, letting the head slip into it. Then she opened her mouth wider and I pushed my cock gently and slowly deeper into her mouth, her tongue now softly massaging the upper side of my dick.

She was breathing through her nose, and despite the fact that my cock was only halfway into her mouth, I could tell she would soon begin to struggle with its length. While my dick was only about average size, somewhere between six and seven inches when fully erect as it was now, that was still a lot for her to take that deeply down into her throat. I reached my hand down under her head to help cradle it and make it a little easier for her to hold it up. Then I thrust my hips slightly and pushed my dick deeper into her mouth. She moaned loudly as I thrust, but as I sank another inch deeper the tip of my cock met its first resistance at the back of her throat, and her moan ended instantly as she fought the initial pangs of her gag reflex.

Immediately she grabbed my waist with both hands to keep me from thrusting deeper. I relaxed and stopped my dick where it was. I didn't want to hurt her or make her uncomfortable, but the tight feeling of having her entire mouth wrapped around my cock was incredible. I still had several inches of length left, and I wondered how much more, if any, she would be able to take.

I reached my free hand up and squeezed her tits, pinching her nipples between my fingers as I did so. She looked so unbelievably sexy sprawled on the bed beneath me, my cock buried into her throat. She began moaning again as I kneaded her tits and tweaked her nipples, so I decided to try to get deeper down her throat.

I thrust gently again, pushing lightly against the back of her throat. At first Ifeoma was holding me at bay with her hands against my waist, trying to make sure I didn't push too deeply or too fast, but soon she was able to relax and I felt my cock sink deeper. Her breathing steadied and instead of pushing against me, her hands reached around to my ass and began squeezing me to urge me to thrust deeper. Again, I thrust gently as I squeezed hard on her tits; we both groaned simultaneously as the final inch of my erection pushed past the resistance in her throat and sank into her. I reached my other hand out from under her head onto her other tit and squeezed both in my hands. She groaned again as she now had the entire length of my hard-on down her throat. As she groaned, her throat sent vibrations that felt incredible along the length of my shaft. I moaned as well feeling this, pinching her nipples tightly between my thumbs and index fingers. Then I began to run my hands down her body, over her stomach, and onto her sexy garter, pulling up on both her garter and panties. The tight, gripping sensation of her throat closed around my cock was driving me wild, and the intense perversion I felt made me hunger for her pussy.

I leaned forward slightly over her body, and pulled my dick back a bit out of her throat. She inhaled through her mouth as my cock backed out and opened her throat to air. I ran both of my hands over her mound and kneaded the cleft of her sex hungrily in my desire. She moaned deeply and I thrust my dick deeper into her throat, hearing her breath catch and a low, guttural sound escape as my cock slipped into her throat again.

Her cunt had soaked all the way through the crotch of her panties from above her clit down to where they thinned and ran into her ass crack. My fingers were getting moist as I massaged her mound, and the smell of her wetness was heady and thick as I inhaled deeply her aroma. I kept my cock buried in her throat as I leaned down just inches above her pussy, smelling her sweet juice and pressing my fingers between her lips through her panties.

I flexed my hips backward again and backed my cock out of her throat. She took another deep breath and groaned as my fingers pushed her panties into her cunt. Her outer labia had now sprung completely free from around the elastic and were glistening invitingly, sopping wet from her flowing juices. Seeing her panties wedged so deeply into her cunt drove me over the edge; I had to taste her immediately. I leaned down and licked both of her labia over and over again, tasting the sweetness of her fluid and feeling the soft bristling of her trimmed pubic hair pricking my tongue. She moaned long and loudly as I licked her and the vibrations felt incredible on my cock. I thrust again down into her throat, her moan immediately silenced and replaced by a choking gag.

My thrust caused her to involuntarily swallow, and the walls of her throat gripped and massaged my cock. Even her tongue and mouth instantly sucked tighter, so that the entire length of my erection was pulled into a tight, soft embrace by her mouth and throat. The feeling was unbelievably intense and enjoyable, but I worried that I was overwhelming her so I backed my cock out of her throat to let her breathe.

I craned my neck to look at her upside-down to make sure she was ok. She opened her mouth wide as my cock backed out of her throat and a line of spit ran down her cheek. But to her credit, she reached her hands up and grabbed both of my ass cheeks, urging me to throat fuck her deeper. I couldn't believe it; she was taking this like a champ. The thought of how willing and eager she was to give me such intense pleasure through such physically challenging means only turned me on more. I sank my dick deep into her throat once again and buried my face in her crotch. I pulled her panties savagely to one side of her cunt to allow me to lick her bare flesh. Over and over I gave her long, flat-tongued licks across her entire vulva, beginning at her clit and finishing by pushing my tongue into her vagina. Her guttural gags were as close to moaning as she could muster with my cock in her throat, but I could tell the sensation of having her pussy eaten was driving her mad because she grabbed my ass with both hands and squeezed hard. Every time I flicked her clit with my tongue she would playfully slap my ass to let me know she was enjoying it. This invariably made me thrust deeper and I would be rewarded with her gag and involuntary swallow, squeezing my cock in her throat's tight, soft embrace.

But soon I realized that I had violated her long enough. She had taken my cock into her throat eagerly and I was impressed and grateful. I gave her pussy a final long lick, then pushed myself gingerly up off of her. I pulled the length of my cock slowly out of her throat. It was soaked and spit ran down her cheek as I withdrew it. When the head popped out from over her lips, a long string of spit ran from her bottom lip to the tip of my cock. It was insanely dirty and sexy seeing her with the spit running down her face. But I also noticed tears in her eyes and it reminded me of how hard it must have been for her to take my entire cock down her throat. It was an incredibly selfless gesture to put herself through that just to pleasure me. I cradled her head in both my hands to support it. "That was so unbelievably sexy, Ifeoma," I told her. "You are so fucking amazing." I kissed her lips from upside down; they were warm and wet with her spit, and I ran my hand over her cheek to clean the trail of spit there.

"Did you like it?" she asked.

"Holy shit, yes, it felt incredible. So intense, so fucking good."

"Then I'm glad I did it," she replied. It was the very same thing I had told her after I'd first eaten her out a year ago. The fact that she remembered that moment almost a year later spoke volumes about the kind of person she was. I kissed her again passionately. Then I supported her under her shoulders and helped her twist her entire body onto the bed so she could relax. Once she was positioned on the bed she smiled up at me and asked demurely, "What next, master?"

"I'll tell you what next," I replied. "Now you're going to lay there and relax while I eat your pussy until you cum for me." She laughed as she exhaled and excitedly pushed herself back on the bed, smiling. I crawled onto the bed after her and ran my hands up her legs, over her silky smooth stockings, from her ankles to her upper thighs. There I let my fingers trace the floral pattern on the stockings momentarily, before I moved my fingers further up to the waistband of her panties. I hooked my fingers into the elastic waistband and pulled the candy apple red panties off her crotch and down her legs slowly and seductively. She watched me do so with a coy look on her face, the index finger of her right hand hooked just inside her lower lip, her tongue out just over her teeth to lick the tip. She looked so impossibly sexy like that; I knew I had to put her in her place before she completely weakened me.

I slipped her panties down her calves and over her feet. They were warm and moist; her flowing juices had soaked through the cotton panel of the crotch, and most of the thong part, leaving them wet to the touch. I found this incredibly arousing and wanted to show her how much it drove me wild. Plus, I also wanted to reaffirm my role as master.

"Your panties are soaking wet, slave," I said accusingly. "I know, master, I'm sorry," she replied. "You make me so hot I can't control how wet my pussy gets."

"Well, I just hope they aren't ruined," I prodded. "They're so sexy and delicate; it would be a shame if they didn't come clean. Look, do you think they're okay?" As I said this I held them in front of her face. I wanted to tease her, to make her see her wetness on her panties and smell her heady aroma. She looked at them and I could see her nostrils flare as their scent hit her nose.

"I think they'll be just fine, master," she said heavily, "they should definitely come clean."

"Really? Do you think so?" I asked as I pushed her panties into her face just under her nose.

"Oh god yes, I think so," she moaned, as I stretched the saturated crotch of her panties over her upper lip with two of my fingers. She was taking deep, slow breaths in through her nose and I knew she could smell the dank, delicious aroma of her cunt. I leaned down over her mound as I slowly dropped the soaking cotton fabric of the crotch of her panties over her mouth.

"Then clean them, slave," I demanded as I pushed her panties against her lips. At the same moment she opened her mouth and pressed her tongue onto her panties, I let my mouth descend hungrily onto her vulva, so that as she licked her panties it was as though she were simultaneously licking her own cunt. The more she licked the panties, the harder I licked her pussy, so that she could make love to herself at the pace and intensity she desired. I matched every lap of her tongue on her panties with an identical lap of my tongue on her warm, wet cunt.

Her moaning became deep and hungry, almost a growling. She pulled the hand I held her panties in closer, bringing my fingers into her mouth as she licked and sucked her underwear. This was quickly turning into one of the most intensely erotic moments of my life, and I began to wonder if there was anything this woman wouldn't do to please me. I sucked greedily on her clit as she sucked her panties, coaxing loud and desperate groans from deep within her. After several minutes of intense pussy eating, I needed both air and to clear my head. I pulled my head out from between her thighs and my fingers out of her mouth. When I removed my fingers though, she bit down on her panties and they remained behind in her mouth. Only a loop of the waistband dangled from the corner of her mouth, the entire crotch and thong parts remained inside and she continued to suck on them. I reached a finger up and looped it into the elastic dangling from her mouth.

"Do you have any fucking idea how unbelievably sexy you are, Nwosu?" I asked as I slowly pulled her panties out of her mouth by the elastic band inch by inch.

"You awaken something in me, Aduba," she replied after the panties finally slipped completely out of her mouth, "what can I say?" I grinned mischievously as I twirled the panties on my finger several times before tossing them to the ground. This woman, the one I respected above and beyond nearly all others in my life, had willingly become my sex slave. She had let her defenses down and allowed me to fulfill my deepest desires. Not just allowed, but had met my every whim with eagerness and zeal, inspired to please me any way I wished to be pleased. But it was pleasure for us both I truly desired, and the time had come to delve into that mutual pleasure, and explore the myriad possibilities it promised. Part 5 Loading......