I drive an old pickup, and I love it to death, especially on drives like these. It's just me, the truck, and the road. A good country station on the radio and a tank of gas and I could drive forever.
But I'm not driving forever, and I can't focus on the radio. I have that feeling I get, in the base of my stomach, that mix of fear and excitement and incredible arousal. My pussy is already wet and probably soaking my driver's seat, but I don't care. I'm late, and I speed the truck a little faster until I see the sign for the motel Master instructed me to come to. I already see his truck in the parking lot, and sigh. I'm really late, and he isn't going to like that.
I park, and walk into the lobby, and up the stairs and down the hall to 204. The door is cracked. I knock anyway, and take a deep breath.
"It's open," he calls, no welcome but no anger in his voice. I step in silently, and put my head down. I dare to raise my eyes when I see he is facing the window, his back to me, beer can in his hand.
It's a small room, typical of a seedy roadside motel, but it feels the length of a football field between us. Still, I glance over him. My Master is gorgeous, there's never been any denying that.
He has jeans on and nothing else, and even with the lights off I can appreciate his smooth tan skin, with the amazing back and shoulder muscles. I bite my lip a little and lower my eyes again, but he doesn't turn around when he says, "Strip. All of it."
I quickly obey, throwing off my t-shirt and the comfortable running leggings I'd had on. My bra and underwear are blue. It's his favorite, but he doesn't notice them. He takes one more sip and says, "You were late."
My spine shivers a little. "Yes sir, very sorry, Master."
He turns around now, casually, and leans back against the window. "You'll pay for it, don't worry about that," he says with a smirk. His eyes sweep quickly up and down, he nods slightly, and jerks his head toward the bed. I hop on it quickly, and stretch my legs out, my eyes alternating between down at me or up at him.
He comes to the edge of the bed, and grabs onto my ankles. Not hard, almost playful as he pulls me closer to him and runs his hands up my legs and sides to my tits, rubs his thumbs over my nipples and brings them back down. He's gentle for another second, then gives my thigh a slight pinch, not enough to hurt, just enough to wake me up.
He pulls his cock out, and I have to bite my lip from moaning at the sight. In addition to having an amazing upper body, my Master has a big cock, around 8 inches and thick, but not grotesquely large. It's shaped nicely, with large veins that I like to trace with my fingertips when he lets me play with it.
Master looks at me, and laughs a little to himself at my face. He motions to indicate that I can suck it, and I all but squeal as I lean forward and take it in my mouth. It's been too long since I've had Master's cock, and I suck it like I've thought about doing for months. I take it as deep as I can- I've been practicing and I want Master to notice; I want him to be pleased with me. He groans a little, and I respond by increasing pressure and making my strokes faster. I pop it out of my mouth quickly, and lift it up, still kneading between my fingers, as I kiss my Master's balls, licking them once before returning to suck on that big cock. I make one stroke before he makes a ponytail of my hair, holding it away from my face, and then using it to push my mouth onto his cock. He's using more force now, and I'm only holding my mouth open as he fucks it, it's only his, it's only his to fuck. My mouth is his, my pussy is his, my ass is his. I need him.
He pulls out of my mouth and grabs my ankles again, but puts them up above his shoulders. He gives me a slap on the ass, nothing malicious, just what he knows I like. He puts one finger into my soaking wet pussy, laughs quietly to himself, and makes me suck it off his finger before shoving his hard cock into me. He's gentler than usual, and uses long slow strokes. Sometimes he'll shove in quickly and hard, and draw out slowly. He leans down over me, pressing my legs closer between us. He starts whispering to me.
