The Limousine (15 page)

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good at it indeed. In fact, when she was in college she had given lessons to friends who wanted to swallow their boyfriends all the way. It got really interesting because not all of them were girls, and Kristi found herself in the enviable position of giving explicit deep-throating lessons to young gay men, which more than a few times included first-hand demonstrations
Kristi worked the Master’s cock in and out of her throat, tickling his balls with her fingernails. She came up for a breath every half-minute or so and then plunged back down, her tongue-tip pressing rhythmically around the base of the Master’s cock as her muscles desperately massaged every inch of his shaft. She heard him moaning and knew that she could bring him off any time she wanted to, could taste his come flooding her mouth, but she didn’t want it to end yet. She changed her rhythm, and the Master groaned in agony. But he knew he was in good hands; he had received Kristi’s enthusiastic attentions many times, and he knew that she would satisfy him at the exact moment that he wished to be satisfied—and not before.
As Kristi went down on the Master, she slipped her fingers into her own pussy, lubricating them with her juices. Then, she brought her hand up and eased her cunt-lubed finger down behind the Master’s balls, between the cheeks of his ass. She had learned this trick early in her sexual life, and had learned also that if a guy pretended not to like it at first, sometimes she could coax him a little and he’d find himself loving it. Other guys just didn’t get off on it. But it really turned Kristi on to tease them a little, to push their boundaries, to find out whether their asses could be as sexually responsive as hers. More than a few times, she had heard a guy protesting that he didn’t like having his asshole touched, only to have him open up easily after a little of Kristi’s coquettish encouragement, then moan in pleasure as Kristi felt the spasms of orgasm squeezing her finger as his cream filled her hungry mouth.
Kristi had discovered that the Master liked to feel her finger the first time she had gone down on him while her hands were not tied. She was still wearing the blindfold, so she had only been able to gauge his excitement by the feeling of his body surging against her and the moans coming from his lips. The Master didn’t require any coquettish encouragement from Kristi, but enjoyed the blowjob that much more with Kristi’s finger in his asshole.
Kristi slid her finger in and out as she pumped the Master’s cock down her throat. She worked with just the right rhythm, feeling him get close, feeling his ass tighten and his cock spasm three or four times. Each time Kristi pulled back at the last possible moment, tasting droplets of his come and letting them drizzle over his cockhead, feeling for the telltale cessation of his asshole’s spasms before licking the drops of savory spunk off of her Master’s cockhead. She would moan with how good he tasted, tell him that she wanted to taste his whole load. She would rub his spit-and-come-covered cock over her face and through her hair, would stick the hard shaft between her breasts, pushing them together invitingly, and, feeling his hardness between them, would lick his balls and suck them into her mouth, savoring the feeling of them, would slip her mouth behind his balls so she could lick his sensitive perineum and then let a thick drizzle of spit lubricate her finger so she could more easily pleasure her Master’s asshole. Then Kristi would return to devouring him with a new rhythm that prevented him from coming right away, but allowed Kristi to enjoy the Master’s hard cock and receptive asshole and to offer him the gift of that much more pleasure that her mouth and hands could provide.
After the fourth time she felt her Master close to orgasm, she knew it was time to bring him off.
“Yes Master,” she moaned as she ran her tongue over his shaft. She worked her finger into his ass and with her free hand began to rub his cock all over her face. She used her tongue on the underside of his shaft as she wrapped her fingers around him and began to pump his cock. She could feel the tightness of his asshole that spelled oncoming orgasm. Kristi licked her way up to the cockhead, but didn’t swallow his cock again—she loved to feel the Master come. She parted her lips and rested her face against his belly, her mouth an inch or two from his cock. She let her tongue laze out, ready to catch his spunk as he shot it all over her. The Master let out a groan of orgasm, and Kristi’s eyes went wide. She moaned as his semen shot out over her face and lips and mouth, the sharp taste stinging her tongue, the warmth glistening her lips. As he came, she began to lick all over his cockhead, feeling the surges of his ass and cock at the same time, tasting the luscious droplets of his seed as he shot it into her mouth and on her lips and tongue. His come dribbled down over her fingers, and as he finished she used her mouth to catch the last spurts and rubbed the fluid over her breasts and neck, loving the feel of his slickness all over her. The Master’s final sigh told Kristi she had satisfied him well, and she took a long time licking her face and fingers and his cock clean.
***
“Are you married, Master?” asked Kristi in the dark while they lay tangled in each others’ limbs and in the sheets. She knew she was taking a great chance asking him this, but something told her it was the time to ask him.
“No,” he said, and Kristi sensed that he was telling the truth. She knew quite well that he could have been lying, but something told her that he wasn’t. “I live alone. I prefer it that way.”
“Do you have other women you see?” she asked.
“Not at the moment,” he said. “You and your roommate have been keeping me quite busy. I imagine between the two of you I’ll be satisfied for quite some time.”
***
Neither Kristi nor the Master was tired, but they lay there still just the same for at least an hour. Despite Kristi’s admirable services, the Master began to get hard after a while, as they lay there immobile against each other.
“What are you thinking about?” Kristi asked mischievously, already knowing the answer. At least, she hoped she knew the answer.
“The videotape,” said the Master. “I want to watch the videotape.”
Kristi squirmed against him, feeling her nipples stiffen as she thought about Brenda’s videotape. “Me too,” she said. “I can’t wait to see what she looks like on it.”
The Master chuckled. “Except before I watch it, I intend to blindfold you.”
Kristi was bitterly disappointed. “That’s cruel,” she said. “Thank you,” answered the Master.
But Kristi was not inclined to disobey her Master, and the scenario did seem strangely arousing to her. The Master would be watching a videotape that she could not see. And after he got turned on by the videotape, as Kristi was quite sure he was, he was going to expect to fuck her. For some reason this seemed incredibly delicious to Kristi, though she did still feel a little disgruntled about not seeing the videotape.
But Kristi was comforted by the thought that Brenda might put on a repeat performance for a private audience of one.
The Master told Kristi to fetch the videotape and prepare it for him—but not to let the videotape play, even for an instant. Kristi slipped out of bed and walked across the suite in front of the windows, fully aware of the city lights spread out beneath and before her. She was sure that the windows were opaque from the outside—pretty sure, anyway. But since she didn’t know for sure, she preferred to think that the whole city could see her, was aware that she was nude and that she was in service to the Master. She became incredibly turned on by the time she reached the far end of the room—and then she had to pick up the videotape, turn around, and walk back. By the time she got to the VCR Kristi was dripping wet.
She put the videotape in and made sure that it was at the beginning. Then she knelt before the TV and called for her Master.
The Master came slowly up behind her, and slipped the blindfold on. Kristi fell into darkness as she handed him the remote control. Then the Master bound her wrists before her, and hooked her collar to her wrists so that she could not lift her back or her head without also lifting her wrists. That meant that she was forced to keep her head down low, almost against the ground, in a forced posture of submission. Unless she were to sit up, which would mean that she would block the Master’s view of the TV. She preferred the posture of absolute submission.
He sat on the couch wearing nothing but an expensive Kennedy-hotel silk robe. Kristi obediently snuggled back against him, on her knees, her ass raised in the air, her thighs spread wide for him. This was the position he liked her in when he watched the videotapes Kristi brought him—videotapes she had made either alone or with her boyfriends. In this position, Kristi was immediately available to him. Her pussy was revealed and exposed for his use as soon as he got turned on enough to desire it. Kristi was incredibly turned on by this position, as uncomfortable as it was. She liked having her pussy so immediately available to the Master. She liked knowing that he would use her pussy, would fuck her, would penetrate her with his cock, as soon as he felt like doing it, without the slightest formality. Some dark part of her liked the fact that it was both her cunt
and
her ass that was available for the Master, though the Master never used her ass in this position—it was too much trouble.
Kristi had her legs far enough apart that as she leaned back she rested her ass in the Master’s lap—which was what he had in mind. It was a difficult position, since she was still leaning forward and resting on her knees, with her legs thrust uncomfortably out to each side—she could feel her pussy rub against the smooth silk of his robe. She felt the soft lump of the Master’s cock pressing through the silk, against her bare and waiting cunt. She was still fairly wet and getting wetter fast. The knowledge that she would be penetrated as soon as the Master was hard and felt like it, made her juices form droplets on the thick, parted lips of her pussy.
The Master started the tape.
Kristi felt her breath quickening through a few minutes of silence. She imagined what Brenda was doing on the tape. Her thoughts ran wild with images of her roommate fucking herself or playing with her tits. Then she heard the mounting whimpers of Brenda’s pleasure, and Kristi moaned softly, too.
She felt the Master’s cock stiffening under the silk robe. Kristi began to nudge her pussy up and down in his lap, rubbing her cunt against his growing shaft. She could only move and inch or two up and down in this position?) But the feeling of his cock hardening against her was intensely erotic. Brenda’s moans grew louder. The Master chuckled. His cock got hard all the way, and Kristi felt the silk-covered shaft jutting up between her cunt and pressing its way between her round ass-cheeks. But still he didn’t enter her—not yet.
On the screen, Brenda was making a lot of noise, and Kristi could recognize the sound of her moans from last night. She could also hear the bed creaking, the sound muffled on the low-quality videotape. The Master’s cock rested against her body. Kristi heard Brenda gasping with pleasure, as the rhythm of the squeaking bed increased. Then, in the distance, Kristi could hear her own moans through the wall. The sound quality was bad, but the Master liked the volume up very high. Kristi’s pussy was incredibly wet for him, ready to take his cock as soon as he wanted to put it inside her.
Brenda’s moans were deafening, the distortion of the tape audible as she shrieked. From the sounds of the bed creaking, she was fucking herself rapidly, thrusting her whole body in an increasing rhythm.
The Master opened his robe, and Kristi sighed as she felt his naked cock against her. He reached down and guided his cockhead between her spread cunt lips, and then Kristi accepted the sudden thrust of his shaft into her. She moaned as he buried his cock in her to the hilt, and began to fuck her.
Kristi was very close to coming, but she knew she wouldn’t do it in this position. That made the scene that much more erotic—it was for the Master’s pleasure, not hers. She felt his shaft sliding in and out of her smoothly, as he leaned forward on the couch to get better leverage. He fucked faster as the sounds of sex grew louder from the TV. The Master moaned softly himself, and Kristi knew he was close. She lifted her ass and tried to hold still so he could fuck her the way he wanted, could take all the pleasure he desired from her bound and vulnerable body. Then the Master was off the couch, pushing Kristi forward onto the floor, thrusting into her wildly as, on the videotape, Brenda climaxed loudly. The Master pounded into Kristi—she felt his hand against her clit, working it rapidly. He wanted her to come first. She opened up for him and let her nearing climax flood her naked body—and then she was coming, her cunt spasming around his cock as he fucked her faster and faster. The Master’s cock spasmed as well, and he came inside her, the pulses of his shaft filling Kristi’s pussy. She relaxed in her submissive position, letting him satisfy himself. When he finally pulled his softening cock out of her pussy, she felt the droplets of his come leaking out and heard the static on the videotape. The Master leaned back on the couch and snapped his fingers.
“Turn around,” he told her. “Face me, on your knees. Put your head in my lap.”
It wasn’t easy for Kristi to get up with her wrists tied to the front of her collar. But she managed to struggle to her knees and turn around to face the Master and put her head in his lap, against his soft cock, which was slick with his come and her juices.
The Master unfastened her blindfold and untied her wrists. She lay her cheek against his cock, feeling its warmth and the pulsing of its post-orgasm.
The Master rewound the videotape.
“Don’t turn around” he ordered her. “I want you to use your mouth on me while I’m watching it again.”
Kristi was very aware of the slick feeling of his come inside her. She couldn’t believe that the Master was going to try to get hard again—most guys she was with couldn’t even come three times, and usually the Master’s limit was twice. He must have been incredibly turned on by the videotape, and that made Kristi feel a mixed surge of jealousy and excitement.
When the videotape reached the beginning, the Master started it again, and Kristi began to use her mouth and hands. She licked his soft cock all over, tasting his come and her own pussy, pleasuring his balls as she heard Brenda moaning from the video. Kristi felt the Master’s cock getting hard in her mouth, and soon his erection was complete. She worshipped him eagerly, kneading his balls, licking from his cockhead to the base of his shaft. She swallowed his cock all the way and began to pump him in and out.