I’m pottering about in the kitchen doing my best (but not very good) impression of an early morning domestic goddess. Master C comes up behind me, wraps His arms around my waist and kisses me on that spot where the back of my neck meets my shoulders. It is a kiss with intent. He could have kissed me anywhere else if it was “just” a kiss, but when He kisses me there, He knows exactly how I will react.
I moan and press back against Him. He kisses me again, His hands sliding up under my nightshirt, as he cups and squeezes my boobs, teasing my nipples with His thumbs.
I can feel the firmness of His cock as I squirm against Him.
His right hand detaches itself from my boob and strokes the inside of my thigh, up under my hem of my nightshirt, moving the gusset of my knickers aside. Master C can feel how wet He has already made me.
“You want my cock inside you, don’t you?” He asks.
“Yes Sir, I do.”
“You want me to fuck you?”
“I do Sir, very much.”
“You’re a cock-hungry little slut, aren’t you?”
“Yes Sir, I am!”
He slaps my arse. “Say it!” Master C commands.
“I’m your cock-hungry little slut, Sir?”
“And what do you want?”
“I want your cock inside me, Sir. I want you to fuck me with your lovely thick cock.”
His fingers find their way to my mouth. I taste myself on them and it turns me on even more.
The head of Master C’s cock presses against my entrance. I long for Him to thrust it deep up inside me, but instead He teases me, flicking the head between my folds and over my clit.
I begin to whimper. His hand slaps down hard on my arse. “Silence!” He commands as He continues to tease me. I struggle to comply.
My cunt is on fire. My legs tremble with pent up frustration and anticipation as He torments me, first with the head of His cock, then with His fingers. Again and again I am made to taste myself, and each time the flavour is subtly different, evidence of my increased arousal.
Finally Master C grabs a handful of my hair and pulls my head sharply back. “I’m going to fuck you now,” He says. The head of His cock presses against my opening. It slides in so easily. Slowly, He fills me, letting me savour every delicious inch of His cock before He begins to thrust.
There is no slow, gentle build up; from the very first stroke Master C fucks me with an animal intensity. One hand squeezes my boobs as the other squeezes my neck.
“You… like… it… like… this… Don’t you… slut? He asks, each word punctuated with a hard, forceful thrust.
“Oh yes!” I gasp, “I love how you’re fucking me.” And it’s true, I love the roughness, I love the feeling of being taken, being used by Master C for His pleasure.
“What are you?” He asks.
“I’m a cock-hungry slut!” I reply, “I’m your cock-hungry slut.”
“You want my cum, don’t you?”
“Yes! Oh yes! I want your cum!”
Master C yanks my head back by my hair again. His body collides against me. The corner of the kitchen worktop cuts into the front of my thighs as he forces me against it. I feel the first flickers of my climax ignite.
“May I come, Sir?” I ask.
“Soon,” He replies, “When I say.”
He continues to fuck me. It’s a relentless, merciless pounding and I’m loving every second, every thrust, every collision of His body into mine. The pressure inside me builds and I sense the pressure in Him to. His hands now grasping my Hips, pulling me on to Him as He pushes hard inside me.
I whimper with frustration as I struggle to hold back; the need for release now burning through every nerve.
Finally Master C relents. “You may come now,” He growls.
I let go. the dam breaks, my climax rips through me and, in that instant, I feel Him release inside me.
When He pulls out, Master C sits on one of the kitchen chairs and commands me to clean Him. I turn, approach and drop to my knees. Taking His cock in my mouth, I savour the mixed flavours of us as I comply with His command.
His cum dribbles into my knickers as I make Him His coffee and prepare some toast. We both know that, intense as the orgasm He had given me was, I will need more. He leaves for work, and I am left with the instruction that I must wait until after lunch until I can relieve myself further. It was a very long morning.