Dear Master (6 page)

After a while, my knees began to hurt too, so I brought myself back up to my feet, keeping my head level with the hole and sticking my plugged up little ass and yearning wet pussy high in the air as I jerked the massive cock with both hands, licking at its head and occasionally trying to suck at the small portion of it that I could fit into my mouth.

Oh Master, I felt so wild and horny that if I touched myself, I knew I’d come almost instantly!

But even so, I was a good little slut and didn’t allow myself to reach down and play with my clit, not once.

Just then, I felt a hot, rough hand touch my buttock from behind.

What the hell?
I thought.

I froze as another hand grabbed my other buttock, too.

“Don’t stop,
Slut
,” the cold, hard voice commanded from behind.

And upon hearing this word, I exactly knew who it was, even without turning around to look. It was you, wasn’t it, Master?

I did as I was told, jerking the cock before me and lapping at it with my tongue, as your hot hands began exploring the smooth curves of my ass.

With one sharp movement you tugged down my thong and I felt it fall around my ankles.

Your fingers slid between my legs, then up towards the base of the buttplug, protruding from my asshole, and then back again. I could feel the boiling hot wetness of my own sex slicking my ass and thighs and pussy lips with my fluids.

Finally your fingers plunged deep into my pussy and such a hot jolt of electricity ran through me that I had to stop jerking the cock as I cried out in pleasure.

“Keep going, Slut,” you commanded.

Once more I tried to focus on the cock in front of me, while your fingers slid in and out of my pussy, then began to massage in circles around my plugged-up little asshole.

I gasped again and closed my eyes, trying my hardest to focus on jerking the cock and moving my tongue in frantic circles around its head, feeling it grow and pulse in my hands, and I was right on the brink of chumming, Master, when you stopped finger-fucking me.

I paused, my head spinning. 

And then I heard the sound of a zip being undone.

There was a deliciously long pause, before I finally felt your thick, hot, pulsing cock slide into my pussy from behind, filling me up completely. You took me at first with a few slow sensual strokes, Master, and then your thrusts became more urgent.

“I didn’t tell you to stop jerking that cock, Slut,” you commanded, fucking me faster and harder now from behind.

So I focused once again on the deep purple dick in front of me, gushing its clear liquid, each pulse filling my mouth as I lapped at it.

Finally I felt the cock grow impossibly, monstrously big between my hands, as behind the wall there came a low, deep grunt, and then my whole face and neck was engulfed in a wet, hot explosion: it filled my mouth, and it ran over my chin and cheeks and some even went into my hair. I closed my eyes just in time as I felt a jet squirt against my eyelids.

The cock juddered and spasmed, each time sending out thick hot ropes of cum, spurting into my mouth and splashing against my tonsils and teeth. I cried out with surprise, Master, spitting out great mouthfuls of the sour, salty fluid, feeling it flow over my chin, and hearing it spatter in drops against the tiled floor beneath me.

Meanwhile, your rock solid tool was still fucking me hard and fast from behind, sending wave after wave of electric pleasure rocketing through my sweating, trembling body. I wanted to turn around, Master, to look at you and see you properly for the first time, but I didn’t know if you wanted me to see you just yet. I waited for you to tell me to turn round, in the meantime hanging my head between my shoulders as you took me, hard and fast, from behind. 

I didn’t know how more of this I could take.

My orgasm was building in deep waves inside me, and within moments I came hard on your cock, Master, my pussy clenching around you as you fucked me, your hot hand pressing on my neck, pushing my head further down, my hands pressed against the wall as you slammed yourself into me. I cried out, the orgasm I’d been yearning for for so long finally crashing around my body.

I wanted you to come too, Master. I wanted to feel your sperm spurt in hot gushes inside me. But instead you pulled out.

I heard you zipping yourself up behind me. I stayed where I was, my head hanging between my arms, and my plugged, yearning ass thrust in the air, my tingling wet pussy still throbbing, my breathing coming in shuddering, trembling gasps.

“Very good, Slut. You can go now.”

That was the last thing I heard you say.

And then just like that you were gone. I heard the door open then close behind me.

My whole body was still trembling as I finally stood and pulled my cum-spattered dress back down, smoothing it once more over my body.

I took a few deep breaths then left the store, feeling the eyes of the few men dotted around in the corridor and the main room all burning with both lust and intense disgust, all fixed on me, and I wondered which - if any of them - might be you, Master, and which of them I might have sucked just now.

I made my way back to the bus stop feeling both excited and ashamed, my head spinning with what I had done. And now, like a good little slut, I am writing this email to you Master, while it’s all still fresh and swirling in my mind. I can still taste the sour sperm in my mouth and my pussy is still incredibly swollen and pink. My tight ass is still plugged up and waiting for you.

I can’t wait for you to fuck me again, Master.

I hope you enjoyed my pussy as much as I enjoyed your cock.

Please email again soon. 

Yours completely,

Slut

Thank you once again for your email. You were correct, that
was
me behind you, fucking you. I enjoyed your cunt very much, Slut. I enjoyed filling you. I enjoyed stretching your pussy. Did you feel just
how
hard I was for you, Slut? How hot and hard and thick my cock was in your cunt? You looked so sexy, your plugged ass high in the air, your red ponytail swinging as I fucked you.

I can’t wait to fuck you again, Slut. To slam my cock hard and fast into you. But first you must accrue a few more life experiences. There’s still so much more you need to learn and to experience before you are completely ready for me and what I have in store for you.

Have you ever eaten another’s cunt, for instance? Have you ever played with another woman, Slut?

No?

I didn’t think so.

Therefore, this week,
that
is your assignment, Slut.

I want you to fuck a woman - a woman of your choosing - then report the experience back to me, as always
.

I look forward to reading your account.

I hope you enjoy yourself. 

Master

I’m so glad to know for sure that that was you in the booth, fucking me. Your cock felt so amazing, Master. It was so hard. I think about it so often, it’s hard for me to concentrate on anything else anymore. I can’t wait to feel you inside me again.

When I read your latest assignment, Master,  I felt unsure whether I would enjoy it. Unlike a lot of other girls I know, I’ve never really had any kinds of feelings or sexual thoughts about women before, but I decided to go through with it anyway, Master, mainly just because I wanted to please you. I want you to know that I will do anything for you now, you see - anything at all that you want me to.

You can use me in whichever ways you want, Master.

I know now that you can do any degrading thing you like to me and I wouldn’t mind it, as long as I could be your dirty little slut and you could be my master.

I decided to carry out my assignment just last night, Master, and I still remember every last detail of it, just like you wanted from me.

To find a suitable woman, I went out to a lesbian bar, to a place called
Kim’s
in the gay village; a bar I’ve often heard about from friends who want to go out somewhere to dance without being approached by horny groups of guys.

But that night,
I
was the horny one Master. I felt like a real predator, as I got ready to go out. I pulled on my smallest sexiest underwear and my tightest little cocktail dress and I went out in my heels and my little fur coat Master, and I stood demurely at the bar sipping at my cocktail until eventually a short-haired dyke approached me and asked what I was drinking, and whether she could buy me another.

She was surprisingly pretty, Master, with short slicked-back hair and an intriguing, long curved scar on her cheek.

“Where did that come from?” I asked her.

“My father,” she replied with an enigmatic smile.

After a few more drinks — I gave her a fake name and told her lies about what I did for a living, saying I worked in banking — she finally took me back to her place, Master, and by then I was horny and I actually kind of wanted her but I didn’t know if I’d be able to make a move. I have always waited for someone else to take control. I felt frozen with nerves suddenly. But luckily she took over.

She stepped towards me, so that there were only inches between us, and I could smell her perfume - Chanel No 5, no mistake. She reached out and ran her hand up the inside of my thigh, stopping short just before the silky material of my thong.

Then she brought her face right towards mine and I closed my eyes as she kissed me, pressing her full, sensuous lips against mine, her tongue slipping gently into my mouth.

She kissed much more slowly and sensuously than any boy I’d known, Master, and I felt myself getting aroused. I slid my hand up her skirt too, my fingers cupping the swollen hotness of her pussy, registering the clammy dampness of her sex through the flimsy fabric of her panties. She was obviously as turned on as me.

She stood back and began to unzip her skirt, stepping out of it, letting it fall to the floor. My heart was racing as I watched her, knowing with a new intensity that I just had to taste her, to lick her, to suck on her moist wet cunt.

I kept thinking about what you’d asked me, Master. Whether I had ‘tasted cunt’ and I knew I needed to do it.

She seemed to know what I was thinking, too, as she sat back sexily on her leather couch, her legs splayed wide apart, offering herself up to me. As I walked towards her, she unbuttoned her silky blouse, too, revealing the semi-transparent lace cups of her bra, her nipples small dark ovals beneath.

I reached the couch and knelt before her, bringing my face between her legs, smelling the warm inviting scent of her pussy, wanting so badly to taste her cunt - just like you told me to. She arched her back and closed her eyes as I moved my mouth towards the silky fabric of her thong, touching my tongue to the swollen cleft of her pussy lips, which was visible through it. She sighed softly and bucked her hips a little. At this, I tugged the gusset to one side and touched my tongue straight to her shaved, wet pussy, finally tasting the silky wetness of her swollen hole.

I slurped and sucked at her pussy, tonguing her clit, lapping at the gentle sweetness of her folds, losing myself in the moment, focussing only on her taste and her pleasure — and on the heat and wetness of her, which I could feel slicking my lips and chin. After a while, I felt her begin to stiffen, her legs clamping tight now against my head as I licked and lapped harder than ever, even bringing two fingers to her pussy too, slipping them into her tight hole, the way I wished I could do to myself, finger-fucking her as I sucked and slurped at the swollen-hard nub of her clit. With a final shudder, she came and with delight I felt her pussy clenching tightly around my fingers.